The Apprentice Trial – use the batteries!

“You did good. But those were just the basics… Tell me, Nisroth, are you willing to use the very lifeforce of others in your quest for power?” Isiltoth asked young mage.

He was anxious, yet determined to prove himself. The fire of youth was still blazing inside him, fueling his pursuit of greatness. He knew it was a once in a lifetime opportunity to prove himself to an arch wizard and be taken in as his apprentice. All his years practicing with magic in his God forgotten village would not go to waste.

“Yes. What is my next task, master Isiltoth?” asked Nisroth.

“Very well. Stay here and I shall bring someone to demonstrate your next challenge on. She’ll be pretty, but don’t get your hopes up … she’s not going to be used conventionally.”
Having lived inside his village with his parents and with little social contact, he was quite the opposite of adept at social encounters, doubly so with girls. He had only caught glimpses of naked girls when they were bathing in the river, but he dared not approach them then – they were distractions from his great cause, anyway. Isiltoth’s words rang inside his head like a gong – over and over again. ‘not used conventionally’ – what could he have meant, was he about to partake in some unholy acts of sodomy? Nisroth did not know.

After what seemed like an eternity, Isiltoth came back – followed by a beautiful lady with brown hair. She was almost naked, baring only stockings, high heels and a tattoo just above her sex, which Nisroth barely dared catch a glimpse of before averting his gaze in embarrassment. Isiltoth’s watchful eye caught the gesture and he knew this could spell disaster for the young candidate – he was sure his would-be apprentice had never seen a naked woman up close, let alone been with one. This challenge would be all the more difficult for him.

“Very well, young mage. This here is Anya, one of the many girls I keep as batteries – I collect energy from their orgasms through the channeling tattoo I place upon their uteri. You see, there is no other source of magical energy as abundant and renewable as that of the sexual energy. The tattoo can be used by anyone with magic capabilities to draw power from the battery – be it sexual power or actual life force. It can all be converted to magic by those that know how.” The arch-mage blabbered on and on, but his words didn’t quite get to Nisroth – he was too entranced, too awestruck at the sight of the young girl wearing only stockings.

She stood and smiled at him – innocently, blissfully unaware of why Isiltoth had brough her there. ‘She’s fucking gorgeous… I want to… damn, I want to feel her up. Touch every inch of her naked flesh, lick her tits and her juicy cunt. I…’ his thoughts went on.
“NISROTH!” Isiltoth shouted to bring him out of his reverie. “Pay attention, damn you. You didn’t come this far just to drool over a mere naked girl. She’s beautiful, yes – but far from what you’ll be able to have further in your journey. Now… Anya, tell him.”

“So, as master Isiltoth wants to show you – we, battery girls, are very useful. Without us, mages wouldn’t be able to illuminate the city at night, or provide public transportation. It is through our commitment and dedication to master’s cause that our understanding of magic can advance and society flourish. When master Isiltoth wanted a volunteer for demonstrating the process of recycling a battery, I sprang at the chance. I am a good battery girl.” The girl with cute tiny tits spoke, blissfully unaware of what recycling meant for her.

“Yes, Anya – you have been good thus far… and will be of great value today.”

“B-but what does recycling mean?” Nisroth asked with a stutter.

“Well, you see, when battery girls give their energy day after day for months, it fades over time – along with their ability to conceive. Their creative power through sex gets less and less. Their life power, however – remains intact. That is what you will tap into today. Now… extend your hand towards Anya’s sex and tell me, do you feel the channeling tattoo, can you draw from it?”

Nisroth stood as if stuck for a few seconds, understanding what was asked of him. ‘Sure, no big deal… just see if I can draw power from … her… from this beautiful girl named Anya… I can do that’ he told himself and took a deep breath – then did as instructed.
He held out his right arm and focused on the tattoo. Indeed, even without much effort, it was immediately clear that there was a lot of vitality and power to be found inside Anya. Her energy felt different to his own – sensual, exciting, playful – the essence of what she was feeling like, amplified and at his fingertips. A rush of lust crept up inside him.

“Ah, you feel it, don’t you? A man’s dick never lies when he’s aroused. “ Anya giggled seeing the young mage’s erection become more and more pronounced under his robe.

“What are you doing, boy? I said draw, not just feel it and get high on it. DRAW!” the arch mage scolded him. “See how she mocks you for your lust? DRAW!”

He could not let it stand. Nisroth regained his composure and re-focused on the channeling tattoo. This time, he began willing the girl’s life force into himself, drawing at first a few drops and then a tiny stream of her force into himself. As he did it, Anya’s mood quickly changed from playful exuberance to unease and dread.

“Aaaargh…. Please stop. Aaaargh it hurts. Pleeease-” She yelled out, wincing in pain – making Nisroth promptly stop.

The arch mage was pleased, but not wholly. It was of course, rare for a mage to be able to draw power this easily from a battery – without prior training; but he had stopped just as he was getting to draw.

“Good. You have gotten a taste of her life force, but you have only channeled it into yourself – merely robbing this battery of a few days of life. The faster you draw it out, the more painful it is for them. You could stand to do… so much better. Draw it all.”

“But… if I do that… she’ll… Anya will die. I can’t just drain her… she’s so… “

“So young and full of life. She’s a battery – don’t tell me you’ve tasted the power that can be drawn from her and don’t wish to consume her wholly – to rip the lifeforce from her and make it your own. It’s just a battery – do not feel sorry for her, there are dozens more.”

Anya was probably beginning to realize how recycling ended. She had sworn she’d help master Isiltoth anyway she could – but after the excruciating pain of having only a bit of her lifeforce drained, she was beginning to be afraid – a fear of pain and death – an instinct which could not be suppressed. A look of horror contorted her face as she stepped away from the two men and backed herself into a corner.

“She’s made it all the easier for you, Nisroth. See, she has resigned her life and awaits fearfully for you to draw it all. Don’t waste this chance.” The mage said callously, almost with contempt towards the poor, scared Anya.

“P-p-p-please don’t hurt me. I… I’ll be a good battery, I’ll take you in me every time you need power.”

“M-master.” Nisroth stuttered. “I don’t think… that I’m ready… I…. could you show me how it’s done?”

Isiltoth was disappointed at the meek nature of this candidate, but he had shown much greater promise than previous candidates, so he agreed with the boy’s proposal, but he’d have to show him proper wizard conduct… and poise.

“Fine. I’ll show you the power that lies within this battery. I wish you to watch carefully – as I am also going to use the power as I draw it out, immediately converting it into spells. At the end of the demonstration, Anya will be no more – so honor her by paying attention. It is important that you understand what she is – a store of magical power first and foremost.”

“Please master Isiltoth, I… there must be some other way I can… I want to – AAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHH!“ her begging suddenly turned into a violent screech of agonizing pain.

The helpless battery girl was writhing in pain, her body in shock as Isiltoth began drawing her vitality at an accelerated rate. Nisroth didn’t know why, but Anya’s desperate screams of agony were oddly enticing to him. Seeing the naked girl quiver with pain, he felt more and more turned on at the cruel display of magic.

“Now, a simple force projection.” Isiltoth stated coldly and raised his free hand in a five-finger pinch towards Anya’s right leg. Before either she or Nisroth realized it, a vicious gust of air ripped through her leg, tearing the flesh off and exposing the bone at the knee and above. She tried screaming again after looking down at her flayed leg, but she felt her chest tighten and could barely draw air.

“And another.” Isiltoth cast the spell again, seemingly without effort – stripping most what was left of Anya’s right thigh. It was a grisly mass of bloody flesh. Far from arousing, but Anya still had more left to give – and for Isiltoth, the feeling of power over life and death was the strongest aphrodisiac.

“As you can see – even just air can be a deadly weapon. But it’s far from all you have at your disposal… Let’s now do something about her most distracting feature… with ice. There are water vapors all around us.” The cruel wizard explained as he held his arm out towards the ceiling and small clouds began gathering around his arm. They gathered faster and faster, tighter and tighter at the top of his hand – until a sharp mass of ice started forming.

Within a matter of seconds, all that were present understood what was about to happen – seeing the ice lance getting aligned towards Anya’s cunt.

“Please… s-s-spare me, I will-” she managed to beg in a last, desperate attempt.

“Push.” The mage exhaled.
The merciless projectile went straight through the lower part of her pussy, leaving but a bloody gushing wound in place of her appetizing vulva. Her inviting lips and warm cunt had been shredded by the many tightly packed splinters of ice – as the icicle could not withstand the sudden massive force imparted upon it. As her pussy was shredded by the ice shards, Anya was beginning to fade in and out of consciousness, her screams having stopped after a few seconds of excruciating pain. The tattoo was left intact, being slightly above the gaping bloody hole that replaced the entrance to her sex.

‘Such cruelty… such power… such disregard for this girl’s life. This mage is truly astounding’ Nisroth thought to himself.

“Ah, it seems I overestimated how much power this battery had. No matter… it’s time for the finale. This will be a complicated spell, but well worth the effort.” Isiltoth explained, then started drawing imaginary lines across Anya with his index and middle fingers – slowly and methodically moving across her body. The lines crossed her torso multiple times, all her limbs and finished somewhere over her head.

“XAARD!” the mage shouted.

‘No… this shit can’t be for real. She’s just…’ were the only things Nisroth could think when he saw Anya collapse into a pile of blood spewing limbs. The spell had cut through her finer than any sword could – detaching limbs and splitting her cute little head in two, horizontally at the mouth. The precision was uncanny, Anya’s torso being split in big raw chunks and her arms neatly cut at the shoulder. In the blink of an eye, she became no more than a diced corpse.

“I had hoped to demonstrate a bit of flaying and my mastery over fire – but it seems I put too much power into those pushes and that icicle, so there wasn’t much left to work with. Take a good look at that pile of meat – that is what a battery to be recycled is ultimately; a discardable pile of meat with energy inside – energy that you can DRAW and USE as YOU see fit. Now clean this mess up and take it outside to my dogs. They love freshly sliced meat. Tomorrow you will have another chance – your last chance – to prove you have what it takes. Do not disappoint me again, young man.” Isiltoth stated plainly as if nothing had transpired and there wasn’t a girl chopped into slices in front of him.

Nisroth was frozen with both fear and awe. This wizard was a dangerous man – but at the same time, he was offering him a great opportunity of growth and prosperity. He couldn’t pass it up.