Chapter 123

As if things couldn't get any worse, the warlock took up an identical probe and, smearing the end in the same oily goo, proceeded to push it up inside her tiny anus. Lill let out another futile cry, her thighs tightening in some hope of pushing out the offending instruments. It was no use. Her legs were fixed too far apart to do any good. Both of the thin metal rods were now set on the base, and the thin copper wires that connected them were screwed into place on a squat little device next to her stand. Lill couldn't tell from looking just what it was meant to do, but it looked mechanical despite it's lack of moving parts. She had the uncomfortable feeling she would find out it's purpose soon enough.
With Lill now set, Aghnman took up a clear crystal bell jar and lowered it over her, the open circular end fitting exactly over the wooden base. Now the only opening was through a small teat at the top end of the jar, to which the warlock fitted a rubber tube, the other end of which was set into yet another contraption. Unlike the one where the wires were attached, this looked very different. Glass vials and tubes intersected each other in interesting and visually confusing ways, while a small bladder breathed gasses into a liquid mix. It was with slow realization that Lill came to determine what it all meant. The air in the jar was being filled with that invisible gas. Everything she breathed in or out was going to go through the device.
With the bell jar closed and sealed, and everything else in place, Aghnman sat at his chair and closed a metal switch into place on the wired machine.
Lill felt a twinge inside her, a sharp contraction in her privates. At first it was subtle, but after the third, it began to feel very powerful. It was impossible to describe exactly, but to Lill, it was like everything got warm and hot. Each deliberately timed pulse tugged at her from within in a way that almost but not quite painful. She tried to close her eyes, to ignore or suffer through this bizarre form of torture, but in fact this proved impossible. If it had actually hurt, this might be easier, but rather it was provoking feelings in her she'd never experienced before.
The warlock watched with satisfaction as the faerie's genitals became red from the rush of blood of her forced arousal. Her tiny body was practically quivering, each jolt taking her that much closer to the edge of orgasm. In response to this energy, the rarefied air in the belljar began to glow a faint green colour, which in turn transferred through the tube to the waiting vialat the other end.
Lill's breathing had quickened, and her limbs stiffened in response to unconscious desires. It was like her body was swelling up from inside, ready to burst. Each spasm, each contraction was causing her to gasp, inflamed with the shameful pleasure of it. Green tinged ribbons of steam were visibly pouring off her. Another jolt, and she cried out as her climax overcome her. Lill's vagina rhythmically clenched on the violating metallic probe.
After her orgasm, Lill prayed her ordeal might be over, but it was a false hope. The warlock did nothing, continuing to sit and watch as the next electric shock arced inside her privates. Lill strained in a last futile effort against her bonds, beads of sweat collecting on her bright skin. Those insidious, pleasurable sensations hadn't gone away, and were once again being teased forth and brought to bear by the merciless machine. Not too far away, the essence of her sexual energies were being collected as a single green coloured mass in the warlock's crystal.
By the end, Lill had been brought to the point of physical exhaustion. Even as he delicately removed the probes, and the clip from her wings, she was far too weak to even think of taking flight. She was left to pant and sweat on the dirt floor of the terrarium, trying to make sense of what she'd experienced. Some of the other faeries offered comfort in the form of touching hands and sympathetic looks, but there was little else they could do.
* * *
A few days later found Lill and the others in much the same condition as before. Although Lill had been let alone since her first orgasmic trials, others of their group were selected and removed from the terrarium. From their exhausted and pathetic state on returning, it was clear that they underwent the same terrible process.
There didn't seem to be any long term harm done to the faeries as a result of this torture, at least not physically. The only exception was a frail, red-headed faerie with pale skin and thin dragonfly wings. Curled up on her own, she appeared to be in great discomfort, cupping her mons in a futile effort to quench her pain. Others gathered around her, which inevitably caused the warlock to take notice.
The affected faerie's name was Anfi, and she had been captured only a short time before Lill.
Aghnman lifted Anfi free of the terrarium, turning her over in his hands as if inspecting a potentially broken toy. To his eyes, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but he wanted to inspect to be sure.
Anfi's arms were bound behind her back with a simple strip of white cloth, which ended up covering most of her torso. This also restricted her wings into a useless range of movement. He then laid her on a short wooden stand,
Aghnman parted her labial lips with the metal tweezers, peering through the lens into her exposed vagina. He gently maneuvered the tips of the metal instrument inside her, dilating her widely as he released the pressure. He brought the light closer to make his inspection easier. For Anfi, the ordeal was near maddening. Even the torment of the warlock's electric probes were preferable to this painful humiliation.
"It's only a bit of irritation, barely a burn," he noted coldly. "Hard to see what the fuss is about, but I'll give you a salve to speed the healing."
Taking a small jar from his shelf, he dabbed some of it's thick white contents onto a thin metal trowel. Using the tweezers to once again open Anfi's cunt, he thrust the trowel inside, smearing her tender insides with the salve. Finally, with the chilly goo making her quiver, Anfi was released from her bonds and returned to the terrarium.
* * *
Transformation is a key component to any magic. It is impossible for anyone or anything that has been subjected to a magickal process to remain unchanged. The warlock's alchemy, and his repeated trials to extract the faeries' untapped sexual potential, had eventual consequences.
Lill was one of the first to detect the change. Where before had only been bare skin, small silky dark hairs had begun to grow around her pubis. Her chest, which had always been slender with almost pubescent breasts, had begun to fill out. She could even believe her hips had begun to widen, as well as her buttocks. She wasn't the only one to have undergone this subtle change.
Anfi was trying to hide it, but Lill could see how the hand she had clasped close to her pubis was actually massaging the area in a slow fashion. She even had a finger lodged deep inside, pumping in and out as she rubbed. Lill did her best not to stare, but the actions of this red headed faerie were deceptively impossible to ignore, as the more she watched, the more her own privates began to demand some attention of their own. Anfi was the first of their group to discover what they all eventually would; their own true sexual awakening. Later that evening, Lill would curl up on her own, and in a similar fashion to Anfi, rub and stroke herself to her own orgasm.
Aghnman wasn't ignorant of what was taking place. Even while his extractions had ended, he observed the tiny creatures with some interest, noting their daily behaviour. Having been spared the ordeal of forced orgasms, one could sense a degree of restlessness in them, a longing for something other than pure freedom.
Aghnman decided to see for himself how they had fared in the time of their captivity. Opening the terrarium, he pulled Lill free and took her to his wide desk. Lill's heart was beating fast in his palm, no doubt fearful of what he might have next in store for her. In fact, he only wanted to study and observe. Still, this meant a shameful and degrading examination that revealed all of her secrets. Her breasts became the playthings of his fingertips, and he was especially interested in the newly grown patch of pubic hair between her legs. As terrible as this treatment was, the warlock's gentle probing stimulated her senses in a way that made her body flushed and excited. She closed her eyes, waiting for her examination to end, fighting to retain control of herself.
"You're becoming something other than a faerie," Aghnman observed. "It was bound to happen. I wasn't entirely certain how long I could keep you this way and not have you transform."
The warlock gently but firmly pulled on Lill's delicate wings. Lill tensed, expecting the pain this would normally bring, but instead they peeled off her back as if they were a harmless scab. With wide, incredulous eyes, Lill watched her former wings flutter uselessly to the floor.
"You are no longer useful to me," he remarked. "Your potential has been taped out. No longer a faerie, but more importantly, no longer innocent. I shall have to capture a new brood if my work is to continue."
"No," Lill cried, barely aware that these were the first human words to exit her mouth. It did startle Aghnman to no small degree, but he smiled at the proof of his words.
"You are upset because you must leave, or because I intend to repeat this with more of your kind?"
Lill's contorted face suggested she was struggling with her new found capacity.
"No more," she said finally. "No more of this on anyone."
"It's not my decision to make," Aghnman shrugged. "The king must have an heir, and until then, he needs the potion to remain potent."
Lill looked down to the far ground, new fears rising within her. This was even worse than when she'd first been captured. Now, even should she be free again, there was no way to return to her old existence. Her intimate connection with nature had been replaced with entirely different forms of intimacy. She was now a creature of the body, of the corporeal world.
"What happens now," she asked. "What happens to us now?"
"I expect you will continue to grow, depending," he told her. "At some point, you may even become human."
Depending on what, Lill asked herself. In truth, she wasn't sure she wanted to know.
The faeries collective captivity in the terrarium came to an end. Instead, they were now separated into pairs, and stored in long glass tubes that highly resembled bottles. This was only a temporary measure; for transportation. The now flightless tiny humans were to be sold and given away, as favours, and as subjects for alchemical experiments.
As it happened, Lill and Anfi were coupled together. Anfi was terrified, and could still only speak in a halting and child-like way. Lill, being of sharper mind, had mastered more the human tongue, but remained quiet and thoughtful. Where natural instincts had taught her to be wary of humans, her short and bitter experience had resolved into distrust and horror. She couldn't be glad to leave the presence of the warlock, when the people they would be sold to we're likely to be just as cruel and perverse as he was. Only time would tell what fate had in store for these two.