Throofoonah woke. She groggily opened her eyes, saw the large room surrounding her, and blinked. The room was unfamiliar. Her surprise grew. The room’s unfamiliarity was not what surprised her.

What surprised her was that she could open her eyes and blink.

For over two thousand years she hadn’t been able to open her own eyes. For over two thousand years she had not blinked. For over two thousand years she hadn’t controlled any part of her own body, or even felt any part of her own body.

Throofoonah had been born with a body, true. That had been long, long ago. She had felt the senses of others’ bodies. They had felt foreign and she couldn’t directly control them. She was now processing the senses of her own body. She was processing her ability to make her own eyes blink. After not controlling her own body for over twenty centuries, the change was unsettling.

She supposed she should be happy to be back in her own body. She had transformed into a ring when she was a little over 300 years old. She had been still in the prime of her life. She had now returned to her body, as she had left it. She had known she wouldn’t be able to return to bodily form on her own.

Her body was again stunningly beautiful, like almost all female elves. She realized she was completely naked. Her long black hair fell in waves past her shoulders. Her perfect large breasts were perky with large areola. Her pussy was smooth and inviting. Her body was impossibly curvy, with radiant skin and a perfectly symmetrical face. Yet she was worried, not happy. She didn’t understand how she had ended up back in her own body.

What Throofoonah’s senses told her were not encouraging. Her wrists had metal bands. Fine metal chains tightly connected the bands on her wrists to the top of a tall thick metal pole behind her. Her ankles had metal bands. More fine metal chains connected her ankle bands to the pedestal she was standing on. The chains’ tight connections from her ankles to far-apart places on the pedestal forced her legs to be spread wide. The chains stretched her so tight that she had to either stand on her toes, with her legs spread, or painfully dangle from her arms. The metal pole behind her was well connected to the pedestal. She tried to stretch the fine metal chains, but they were strong and unyielding. The fine metal chains appeared to be magically strong. A massive solid metal ball gag forced her jaws wide open. The metal ball had a thin cylindrical hole she could laboriously breathe through. She made endless breathing sounds as she strained to inhale and exhale through the thin hole. More fine metal chains kept the metal ball gag firmly in place in her mouth.

Throofoonah knew she would not be able to cast any spells while she was so tightly bound. Throofoonah knew she could not escape on her own.

The room was darkened and large. She could vaguely see walls in the distance, but nothing specific. She could hear someone breathing behind her. Whoever it was, that individual was walking around her.

A male elf appeared in her vision. She knew who he was. He’d gotten old, but there was no mistaking who he was. She shuddered in recognition.

Vrentanee. When she’d last had a body, he had been Sorcerer Vrentanee. He was now Emperor Vrentanee the Cruel and Deathless. Her worse nightmare had become real. She was trapped, in bodily form, by Vrentanee himself. She was captured, nude, and defenseless, in the physical presence of her greatest enemy. Terror engulfed her.

“Ah,” said Emperor Vrentanee, “Ah, verily. I have not seen thy body for ages and ages of tìme, Throofoonah. I do not forget. I do not forgive. I had always been suspicious of thy apparent suicide. My suspicions were correct. Thou hast failèd. I have long preparèd for an hour such as this.”

Throofoonah struggled to free herself. Her efforts were useless, exactly as she’d feared. She couldn’t use any of her magical talents until she found a way to get loose.

Vrentanee continued, “Ah, verily. Thou art the last sorceress. Other female elves may be born with magical power like thine. Other female elves may be taught skills. No female elf shall ever again receive the deep magical training thou hast receivèd. No female elf shall ever again become a sorceress. This shall be yet another reason male elves’ power shall never again be stolen by females.”

Throofoonah wanted to argue with him. Her ball gag prevented it. In any case, he held all the cards. Now was not the time to make him more angry. She hoped he would be willing to make a deal of some kind. It would not be a good deal for her. A deal was the best she could hope for.

Vrentanee placed a large metal plate behind her spine. It stuck to her. The plate was connected by a glowing cable to him.

Vrentanee announced, “Ah, verily. I shall now extract what I have long desirèd from thee.”

Emperor Vrentanee waived his hand. A flash of light went from his hand to her back. Throofoonah felt something begin to drain out of her into the plate behind her. She could feel her magical power flow out of her and into him. She realized, to her horror, that this was a permanent transfer of magical power. She would soon lose all her magical power, forever. Against her will, she was making the world’s strongest sorcerer even stronger. Against her will, she was enabling him to stave off mortality even longer.

As Throofoonah’s magical power waned, she began to feel her memories slip into the stream. She tried to fight it. She soon became unable to resist it. Her mind’s defenses were stripped bare. Her every memory gradually became his memory as well. He learned every secret she’d ever kept. Everything. All she’d learned through years of study. The results of her secret experiments. The identities of her co-conspirators. Their locations and weaknesses. Their plans. Everything she’d wanted to keep from him became known to him. Vrentanee now knew everything he needed to know to destroy her life’s work.

In an hour it was done. Throofoonah no longer had any magical power. Throofoonah no longer had any secrets. Vrentanee had stolen them all. She couldn’t even warn her friends about what had happened. They would only find out when they were all captured and being tortured. She wept as she contemplated the depth of this disaster.

“Ah, verily, it was inevitable,” said Emperor Vrentanee. “Thou hadst to trust otherès. Eventually someone would betray thy trust. Those with power can eventually find a way to turn some of those without power. Each one who is turnèd then enables those with power to turn or exploit otherès. In thy case, thy young friend Wentee betrayèd Aareesha. Thy young friend Aareesha betrayèd thee. They were not as loyal to female elves as thou hadst hopèd.”

Throofoonah tried to ask, “how didst thou bring me here?” She couldn’t make the sounds, but Vrentanee understood. Vrentanee’s still-active retrieval of her memories meant he could even perceive her current thoughts.

Vrentanee explained, “Ah, verily. It is true that thy young friend Aareesha stole a power orb. Ergo, we do not have enough power to transfer the sphere of human death between continents. We cannot transfer elves. We cannot even transfer a power orb, though we do not have an extra power orb anyway. Perhaps thou knewest this. Yet thou shouldst recall, I am the world’s greatest sorcerer. I have craftèd what otherès thought impossible. We can now transfer small items like magic scrolls between continents. We can transfer magic scrolls, gems, … and rings.”

Throofoonah understood. She wept further.

Emperor Vrentanee smiled and continued, “Ah, verily. Thy young friend Aareesha was not eager to receive centuries of torment. Once my vassal King Intaanoo learnèd from Aareesha that she knew where thou wert, we struck a deal with her. We agreèd to forgive Aareesha and provide a small amount of her desires, in exchange for her revealing thy location. We were amusèd to learn thy location was the silver ring she was wèaring. Thy silver ring was transferrèd here, to my grand palace, through the wormhole. Once I knew what thy silver ring really was, it was child’s play for me to force thee back to thy body and to awaken thee. Thy body is now here, in my palace, chainèd and firmly under my complete controlle.”

Throofoonah was horrified. Her disloyal allies had betrayed everything.

Vrentanee explained, “Thou hast now betrayèd otherès through thy memories. I shall quickly exploit thy now-revealèd secrets. I shall ensure the rest of thy traitorous friends are capturèd, torturèd, and killèd. Without its leaders and most avid supporters, thy movement for female empowerment shall be no more. I shall also take steps to ensure no new movement replaces it. From now on, female elves shall diligently obey and please their male elven guardians.”

Throofoonah despaired. She tried to find hope. She found none. Vrentanee severed the connection between them.

Vrentanee continued, “Ah, verily. Henceforth, thou shalt light the way in reminding female elves that they must never dare participate in another female movement against males. The purpose of females is to obey and please males. Thou shalt also make visible, to all, who the undisputèd ruler of the world is.”

Throofoonah didn’t understand exactly what he meant by these statements. She saw Vrentanee begin to cast a complex spell she’d never seen before. She could do nothing to counter whatever it was. She was bound. Her magical power was gone. She felt total despair. When he finished casting his spell, Throofoonah lit on fire.

This was no ordinary fire. This was a horrifically painful magical fire. The fire fully blazed every part of her body. Her hair and scalp were on fire. Her breasts, pussy, and ass were on fire. Her face, hands, and feet were on fire. Her eyes were on fire, impeding but not eliminating her ability to see. Even her interior cavities were not immune. Her tongue, throat, lungs, interior of her cunt, and her anal cavity were all magically and torturously ablaze. She attempted to scream. The large metal ball gag, now searingly hot, did not permit it. Only pitiful moans could escape through the ball gag’s tiny hole as she tried to scream and retrieve her next breath. Her only happy thought was her knowledge that she would die in seconds.

Except… she did not die. She looked around. She realized that although she was burning, she was not dying. Her extreme pain was unending. She tried to escape. She tried to scream again. Both efforts failed. All she could do was involuntarily writhe and pathetically moan from the extreme unending pain. Her intense suffering ensured she could not stop writhing and moaning.

Throofoonah was now a living torch. Vrentanee grinned with pleasure. He would ensure her writhing tortured body would be on display for centuries to come. Her fire would never be extinguished or relieved. As a living torch, she would continuously remind all female elves of the futility and danger of resisting any male elven guardians. She would also remind all to never disobey their emperor.

Vrentanee walked out of the room. He would be sending a set of orders this hour to completely destroy all who had supported Throofoonah. He would ensure her life’s work would be swiftly brought to an end. It would be all the sweeter to him, knowing she was experiencing the beginning of her endless lonely torture. The centuries of pain she would endure would be horrific, of course. Yet he expected the worst of it would be now, during the beginning of her intense pains. After all, she knew that while she was suffering, Vrentanee was crushing the final hopes of those who thought females should have rights. Vrentanee would ensure that all would know the proper subservient place of females.