Nordlys: The Northern Lights Orgy Club

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[*TW: Torture]

The Overlord sits in a chair with his arms crossed over his chest, one leg crossed over a knee, and his head cocked to one side, studying intently the naked form of the bound man in front of him.

His jacket has been hung on the back of his chair, and the sleeves of his ruffled white shirt rolled up to the elbow, leaving his muscled forearms bare. His cravat has been untied, tucked into a jacket pocket, and his shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest.

"Remove his gag" the Overlord commands, and Frødo moves to do so, unhooking the metal ring on one cheek, and pulling the slobbery ball from between the jaws.

"Please..." says the large man as soon as his mouth is clear. "Whatever she told you, it isn't true. She is a liar! She is CRAZY! She attacked me! She tased me!"

The Overlord maintains his studious pose, before suddenly putting both feet down and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. He brings his face in close.

"Oathbreaker" he accuses, showing no emotion, simply stating a fact.

"No! I'm innocent!" Lars protests. "She lured me down here!"

"You are new, and you do not seem to be aware of the seriousness of your offense. You need to know, it is a serious crime to lie to me" the Overlord states calmly. "Stahri should have taught you that" he mutters under his breath.

"W...w...wha... I wouldn't lie" Lars sputters, sounding offended.

"You are already due punishment for the crime of breaking an Oath. Do not add to it by committing more crimes. I am being merciful" the Overlord warns him.

"I don't know what you mean" Lars protests.

"Bring me the Pear" the Overlord commands.

Layla reaches for an object laid on a cloth on the table before her, and walks it over to him.

"You have chosen an unfortunate location to defy me. Unfortunate for you, that is" the Overlord amends.

"I would never defy you!" Lars exclaims, his hands moving emphatically in the stocks beside his head.

"Do you see this?" The Overlord holds the object in front of Lars' nose.

The object looks pear-shaped, made of metal, with a screw and a key sticking out of the smaller end. The Overlord turns the key, and with each turn the pear enlarges, as four petal-shaped flanges separate, opening up like a flower. He turns the key back the other way, and the petals collapse back into a pear shape once more.

"Wha... what are you going to do with that?" Lars asks hoarsely.

"Ask yourself, what would you do, if you were in my position?" the Overlord responds, brushing the pear against Lars' lips.

Lars shakes his head violently, futilely trying to pull away, his movements limited by the heavy stocks yoked around his neck.

"No no no no no no" Lars begs. "I'll leave, I'll never come back!"

The Overlord sighs irritatedly, and pushes the pear into Lars' mouth, forcing it in despite his struggles.

"You don't seem to understand, Lars. One cannot leave. You are with us for LIFE. It is up to YOU how long that life will last" he explains, and then cranks the key a half turn.

Lars scream is muffled by the metal object in his mouth which has just grown wide enough to be lodged solidly in place. The Overlord yanks on it a bit, just to make sure it can't slide out, and Lars emits a new muffled scream every time it is touched.