CH6. Flower Trial

As I'm walking down the path to the flower trial, I can't help but wonder what new, unimaginable twisted horror this last trial could be. What could possibly be more brutal and agonizing than the vine trial? Would they sit me on a stump and make it grow until I passed out? Perhaps the girly golems would ram their fists up my ass instead of their stone cocks. Would a vine crawl up my ass, through my intestines and stomach, and up my throat until it came out of my mouth?

Then I remembered each trial introduced, and a new, brutally agonizing feeling, and my imagination really started to run wild. I was already sweating from fear by the time we got to the end of the path, and I was shocked when I saw the most serene field of beautiful flowers. It kind of reminded me of the calm and peace I had eventually found at the water trials. I would soon learn neither of those would ever be found in this nightmare field of flowers.

A small, narrow dirt path led to a small circle in the middle of the flower field, roughly the size of the moss patch from the water trial. The flowers look relatively normal; I don't remember the name of the similar ones from the human realm, but these looked like the ones with a bell-shaped flower that hung down to the side. Like the water trial, there was one rather large flower at the edge. Well, looks like I've met my torturer, but I have no idea what the torture will be.

I'm told to lie down on my back in the dirt circle, and soon enough vines are wrapped around me again. I wonder if, once I'm back in the human realm, I'll ever be able to go near any plant life without running in terror! As the vines tighten, I notice that the cage of vines on my penis and balls has come off.

This is the first time in months they haven't been tightly tucked away between my legs. While I'm enjoying this amazing freedom, I fail to notice the big flower start moving. It brushed against my balls as it came up from between my legs. My penis was painfully erect in less than a second.

The flower then did something that had never even crossed my mind, even in all the crazy thoughts I'd had recently. It placed the bell at the tip of my penis and sucked it completely in. There are no words to describe the noises I made while my body convulsed in the most brutal orgasm ever. The closest thing would be a horrifying wolf howl, a pig squeal, and an eagle's scream.

After going through all the tortures of the months before, my mind just registered this as yet another torture. What should have been a highly pleasurable experience instead felt like an iron vise was squeezing my balls, and hot lava was erupting from my penis. I would have passed out if not for the mental endurance I had gained while getting fucked in the ass by those stone cocks.

The plant continued to suck for a few seconds more before it stopped, but I continued to orgasm for quite a while longer. As my head bounced around, I swear I caught a glimpse of the fairy enjoying the same predicament I was in. She was at the edge of the flowers, legs spread, screaming away, while one of the smaller flowers vigorously sucked away at her clit.

After we both had recovered, she leaned over and said, "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. This is another trial of endurance, where you fail not only by saying iron, but also by blowing your load. You have to hold out for just 30 minutes of relentless sucking to pass." Then a cruel, twisted smile appeared on her face as she said, "And as a bonus, like the water trial, you must also pass the vine trial before each attempt to pass the flower trial."

She waited for me to understand the horrifying implication, but my mind was just completely blank; all I could do was stand and start walking down the dirt path back to the village. I hadn't even noticed that the vine cage had grown back between my legs.

It wasn't until we got back to the village that I made the connection. She devoured my look of terror as I asked, "Did you say I have to complete the vine trial BEFORE EACH attempt of the flower trial?" She burst out laughing and said, "Yes, Darling. The vine and flower trials are a pair; you must pass the vine to attempt the flower, but if you fail the flower, you must retake the vine."

As I took the first of many trips to the village's front gate, I stood there and contemplated my two horrifying choices. My mind worked in overdrive, fully putting all the pieces together. In the vine trial, every anal orgasm seemed to increase the pressure in my balls and that desperate need to cum, and in the very next trial I had to NOT blow my load for 30 MINUTES!!!!

Again, the cleric's stories filled me with both dread and relief. He had somehow passed the final trial, but I was painfully starting to realize why it had taken him over a year! I thought no matter how impossible this seemed, it had indeed been completed at least once before.

That hope slowly faded away as the weeks went by and I made no progress with the flower trial. Having the vine and flower trial back-to-back was the perfect torture. One primed the pump, building up an incredible feeling of needing to cum, and the second did everything to make you cum. I never lasted more than a minute the first few weeks of the flower trial.

One night, while desperately trying to think of anything to help me out, I decided if perhaps I could make myself cum before the flower trial, I would be able to hold out long enough. If I could just lessen that need to release before starting the trial, I might be able to hold out for the 30 minutes.

The fairies warned me that the chastity cage was put there specifically to stop me from masturbating, but I didn't care. I needed to do something to give myself the edge in the flower trial. As I try to pull apart the vines that are tightly wrapped around my cock and balls, something pricks my finger. That's strange; I definitely would have noticed by now if these vines had thorns on them. That's the moment I realize my entire body is screaming in pain as I begin to feel many more thorns start digging into my most sensitive places.

As I'm thrashing about in agony on the floor, a fairy pokes her head in my door and shouts out, "Everybody come quick; he's trying to take it off." Within minutes, the entire village is in my room watching me writhing in pain on the floor... fucking sadistic voyeur fairies! Finally, one bends down and says, "The thorns will eventually go away if you don't touch it." After a little while, the pain subsides, and I do indeed feel the thorns begin to disappear.

With the show over, they all begin to leave; as the last one walks out, she says, "Just to warn you, the thorns stay longer each time you try to take it off." As I lay here trying to recover, another image of humiliation gets added to my memory as I picture all the fairies laughing and giggling, watching me bounce around and scream on the floor.

Funny enough, that whole ordeal would turn out to be a blessing in disguise. As I lay here about to start the flower trial for the umpteenth time, the vine cage begins to release me, and that humiliating memory jumps to the front of my mind. I relive it all again, picturing myself thrashing about on the floor, screaming and crying as the thorns dig in. Looking down in horror as the thorns grow bigger and bigger. Seeing the faces of orgasmic joy on those fucking voyeur fairies as they pleasure themselves and each other, as they watched my torment.

Only when that memory finally starts to fade do I notice the slight tingle at the base of my penis. I look down, and I'm shocked to see the plant is already sucking away at my still soft penis. I look over at the hourglass and notice about a quarter of the sand has already fallen. Did I just find the cheat code to this trial?

Just as I'm starting to see an ever so faint light forming at the end of this tunnel of nightmares, this wicked flower picks up the pace and starts really going to town on my penis. With the memory of humiliation gone, my focus shifts to that amazing feeling going on between my legs. My cock immediately gets rock hard, and within seconds I'm blowing my load.

I'm lying here in bed, formulating a plan to defeat this wickedly amazing flower, but my mind begins to drift. I'm not going to lie, it is definitely giving me the most amazing blowjobs ever, nothing compared to even the most talented woman of the brothels. If it wasn't for the vine trial, there's a good chance I would just stay here the rest of my life, letting that amazing flower suck me off every day.

I must focus, though; who knows what terrible fates might be in store for those that never leave. My plan is to use my extensive library of all new memories of extreme humiliation to keep my focus off that wickedly amazing flower. I have no doubt it has some more devious tricks to use against me, but I have lots of memories to focus on.

The next month is an extremely slow uphill battle; each day I'm indeed able to last a little longer. But the flower fights back too, incorporating twisting motions along with the sucking, and it even starts to vibrate as the sand begins to dwindle. The problem now is I just don't seem to have enough memories of humiliation to keep my focus for the full 30 minutes.

I can't believe I'm lying here in bed trying to imagine new pictures of humiliation to add to the library. I picture a fairy painting her favorite scene from the water trial. It focuses on the calm and blissful look on my face while there's a plant bulb pumping water deep in my ass.

I imagine a fairy carving wooden figures from the events of the wood trial, so she can reenact the scene of me with that giant knot plunging into my ass, while that overjoyed fairy bounces out orgasms on my shoulders.

I picture a fairy proudly displaying her stone sculpture of me during the stone trial. She's not only perfectly captured the look of terror on my face, as the girly golem slams her monster cock into my poor ass. She also took great care in the detail of the golem's feminine features, so there's no mistaking it's a powerful woman plowing away at my poor little butt.

I imagine them boasting to one another about how many excruciating anal orgasms they were able to give me while pounding away at my poor prostate with that insane vine dildo. Or describing the mess I made, squirting all over myself again and again.

Armed with these additional humiliating memories, I almost complete the trial. As it gets down to the last few minutes of the trial, all the fairies circle around me and sit in the flowers. Within seconds, each one is cuming hard while little flowers suck on their clits. It's a symphony of orgasmic screams, grunts, and howls.

The only way I was able to finally complete the trial was right at the end as they all screamed, grunted, and howled their orgasms; I pretended I was that brothel whore, and all the screaming, grunting, and howling was coming from me as she watched from afar as my poor little ass got brutally pulverized over and over.

I still held back, even after the last few grains of sand had fallen, and before I knew it, the vine chastity cage had grown back, and I was left with the most excruciating need to cum. One of the faeries came over and read the look on my face, tapped the chastity cage, which sent agonizing shockwaves through me, and said: "Don't worry, you won't have to wait too much longer; your graduation ceremony will be tomorrow."