Inceptions and Beginnings…

Regarding content and intellectual property

I'll start this blog off with the disclaimer that although I am referring to it as a Wiki, it's only so far a source site, but not open source site (editable by others), as Kiri is strictly my own. While some of her content appears in third party intellectual properties, including but not excluded to, Dungeons & Dragons and Robert E. Howard's Hyborian Age, Star Wars, and Paragon Studio's City of Heroes, Kiri herself and her friends, allies and villains are my own intellectual property; that of Phan-Phoe. Likewise, the worlds of Anaron, Symbion and Tharun, and related worlds, domains and dimensions, including G-Space, are my own IP. This is why I chose a blog format over a Wikia, but nonetheless, bloggers are certainly invited to critique or otherwise comment on this original content.

Kiri on the desolate, post-apocalyptic world of Tharun. Armed with only a sword, she wears her customary, metal slave fetters and is clad only in white plastic, full-cut briefs.

Regarding the Eternal Doomed Champion

While my original blog, Nemedian Hot-Pants Across Hyboria is thus far strictly about Hyborian Kiri, there are many versions or incarnations of Kiri, that have been collectively referred to as the Eternal Doomed Champion, and her various allies and companions. The term is an amalgamation of the Eternal Champion, in which classical fantasy author Micheal Moorcock wrote many novels of Elric of Melniboné, and other aspects of the Eternal Champion, and a warrior archetype introduced in 2nd Edition Dungeons & Dragons quite some years back, called the Doomed Champion, and without much doubt the D&D archetype was likely modeled on Moorcock's work.

The Eternal Champion is summarized as this; (Wikipedia quote) "The fictional Multiverse, which consists of several universes, many layered dimensions, spheres, and alternative worlds, is the place where the eternal struggle between Law and Chaos, the two main forces of Moorcock's worlds, takes place. In all these dimensions and worlds, these forces constantly war for supremacy. Since the victory of Law or Chaos would cause the Multiverse either to become permanently static or totally formless, the Cosmic Balance enforces certain limits which the powers of Law and Chaos violate at their peril. Law, Chaos, and the Balance are active, but seemingly non-sentient, forces which empower various champions and representatives.

"The Eternal Champion, a Hero who exists in all dimensions, times and worlds, is the one who is chosen by fate to fight for the Cosmic Balance; however, he often does not know of his role, or, even worse, he struggles against it, never to succeed. Since his role is to intervene when either Law or Chaos have gained an excess of power, he is always doomed to be surrounded by strife and destruction, although he may go through long periods of relative quiet."


The Doomed Champion is just that; a champion who has some manner of fate, curse or related upon him or her, the nature of which is often designed in the game campaign between player and Dungeon Master.


Whereas the differences with my Eternal Doomed Champion is she is not separate and distinct heroines such as Elric and his other manifestations. In all worlds and time lines she is Kiri; a female human blond that typically is proficient with swords or other bladed weapons, sometimes with a bow, or more rarely, a firearm of some manner. She almost always wears a metal slave collar and other accouterments of her bondage, for she is often a slave or former slave, these commonly include metal bracelets and anklets. Whether or not Kiri is actually enslaved or not, the instruments of her bondage are ultimately tools of her helplessness. Kiri's helplessness is a very central part of her existence, and in the majority of situations that befall her, she is absolutely powerless.

Her garments are always extremely brief, pun intended, for she is always barefoot and topless, wearing only hot pants, briefs, bottoms or a breechcloth that is fitting for the world she inhabits. In the majority of these worlds, her sole article of clothing is a waterproof pair of white plastic, full-cut briefs. This undergarment eventually became the trademark for the character, so much so that for a time, at least Original Kiri and Tharun Kiri are known in some worlds simply by the name Plasticpants or Rubberpants. Original Kiri eventually became widely known on Anaron as Plasticpants the Penetrated; her reputation as easily defeated was known in nearly all charted lands.

Worshiper and Slave of the Plastic Panty

In the rocky desert flats of Narux, Tharun Kiri would find her way to the mystic Caverns of Pan-Ti, allegedly lead there by a vision or dream of her patron goddess Loviatar. The winding caverns under a smallish rocky outcropping would gradually wind to a number of ovoid caverns, where a chosen female victim would be gifted with a pair of panties of a specific color and style appropriate to her, often along with other items, including sometimes the gifting of a weapon that would aid her on the general path to her ultimate defeat. Like Kiri, all females given knowledge of the caverns are destined to defeat, and reaching the specific cavern selected for her results in a sealing of her doom.

In Kiri's case, she was commanded by Loviatar to obtain  the ultimate panty in the caverns; a pair of white plastic briefs, and to wear them to the exclusion of all else. Along with the briefs, she was given a slave collar, and a set of slave bracelets and anklets, all of cumbersome and unbreakable, silvered metal. She was given her Sunblade sword, Goldfire, found upon a mysterious rune-carved pedestal along with the slave outfit.

Allegedly, others accompanied her to the Caverns of Pan-Ti' driven by similar visions or cryptic messages to its whereabouts. This included Shayleen, a blonde, half-elven female fighter, who received a pair of red plastic full-cut briefs, a collar, shackles and twin short swords of gleaming, golden metal. Two other unnamed heroines received similar; a pair of green rubber pants and a pair of golden, magically replenishing bullets for the former, and a silvered collar and bracelets and blue rubber panty briefs with white stars for the second girl.

All four were eventually sent on to their individual dooms after this fateful meeting, but temporarily ran afoul of a sardonic brunette Enchantress known as Veela, known for wearing a pair of gleaming, black plastic briefs, seemingly in direct opposition to Kiri's white panty briefs, to whom she would prove a recurring villain that demonstrated she could locate and defeat Kiri with ease at any time, which she frequently did.

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Kiri's customary white plastic briefs have brutally tight, thin waistband and leg hole rubber elastic, which chafes and cuts extremely painfully, along with a wide, over-sized gusset which sports a prominent and enlarged, curved crotch seam. While fitting crushingly tight on the genitals, the gusset is rubberized vinyl and tightly expandable to over twice its size, allowing for the containment of large amounts of blood, urine and feces; useful as Kiri commonly urinates in her white plastic briefs. The wide crotch also allows for insertion of the vaginal and anal worms commonly found on Tharun and other worlds, tight and leak-proof enough to contain the slime and other waste fluids the worms produce. The crotch can contain over a quart of fluid if needed. Tharun Kiri commonly plays the role of willing host and victim to the parasitic vaginal worms. The enlarged crotch makes Kiri's genitals a conspicuous and extremely inviting target; the briefs greatly increase the wearer's chances of a genital or anal injury. The elastic pulls the briefs so taut to the point they are painfully uncomfortable to wear. The thick, rubberized plastic shell is hot, sweaty, constrictive and suffocating. Greatly humiliating for Kiri, as even she has noted the briefs are purposefully designed to hurt, she is reduced to an easily-defeated pantywaist when stripped to the briefs, which makes them intensely sexually exciting for her to wear. Designed to be physically perfect, specifically, the perfect cursed panty, they ensure the continuous defeat of Kiri. Fully aware of the doom they bring her, they are Kiri's single-most prized possession, she regards them as an object of reverence and worship. Among some female warrior and slave cults of Anaron and Tharun, briefs of this design are considered holy or sacred; the females that wear them often do so willingly as pious martyrs of one pain and suffering-centered faith or another.

 

 

Kiri is attired with a necklace, headband and armlet, in addition to her slave bracelets and slave collar; all of which are made of bulky metal. Her briefs consist of thick white plastic; rigid and stiff, and are completely leak-proof.

The Victim of the Prophecy: A Road of Endless Suffering

Kiri has no pivotal role in Law versus Chaos, or any other battle of cosmic forces. Kiri exists solely to fulfill a singular need; a requirement for a world or dimension to have a defeated female champion that will endure and suffer the most extreme of pains and torments. This is a destined fate for her, but not one of any true cosmic significance. Fate has simply determined that she must suffer.

Sexuality for Kiri almost always involves pain; pain and sex are nearly inseparable for her, and typically she requires pain to climax. She is most often a willing sexual object, but is also a frequent rape victim. Even in cases of rape, Kiri's response is to offer not the slightest resistance, and accept the violation and torment her body is subjected to. Her situation is complicated by the fact that Kiri is technically bi-sexual but has stronger lesbian leanings. All other things being equal, she prefers a female sex partner, and a woman holding her leash. her tendency is to gravitate toward strong and heartless women that abuse her without mercy, as Kiri fully realizes she deserves to be mistreated in this manner. In addition, Kiri is an avid devotee of bestiality, enjoying sex with creatures of many types, but once again this pursuit is for sexual encounters that cause her the most pain.

In at least several universes, she is the helpless plaything of a goddess, whose portfolio is pain, suffering and torture. In the case of Original Kiri, who may or may not be the truly first version of Kiri, she is subject to the absolute power of the torture goddess Loviatar, who in the prehistoric depths of time entered a trifling wager with the Nordic goddess Sif. Sif would lose this wager, and as a result had to forfeit one of her best mortal, female champions; handing her over to Loviatar's sadistic depravities. The crucial stipulation in this wager was that the female victim had to be someone who would willingly and eagerly want to suffer at Loviatar's hands. Sif realized no such champions of hers existed, however, the goddesses consulted the Norns, who informed her that such a doomed female champion would indeed be born, albeit thousands of years later. This time delay in collecting the prize of the wager was something of an oversight on Loviatar's part, and she was furious over this, but the torture goddess was eventually patient. In the fullness of time, Kiri would be born to the multiverse. One of the most dreadful and torturous fates of known beings in the planar multiverse was about to begin.

For the Kiri that lived during the Hyborian Age of Conan the Cimmerian, known as Hyborian Kiri, the Goddess was still Loviatar, or at least an aspect of Loviatar called Louhi, who on the world Oerth was known as the evil sorceress Iggwilv. There may or may not be a connection between Iggwilv and a sardonic, brunette sorceress named Veela the Enchantress, who is a slave mistress and torturer of Original Kiri, known to have frequently defeated Kiri, always with superb ease and extreme humiliation. This is of especial note, as Original Kiri for a time inhabited Oerth.

Kiri is always a soul deliciously bound to her fate; once she learns of it, despite any initial hesitation or trepidation, she soon accepts, then eventually comes to desire her fate. Her process is always similar to the five classic stages of grief; 1) Denial 2) Anger 2) Bargaining 4) Depression 5) Acceptance.

The five stages of the Eternal Doomed Champion are thusly different: 1) Denial/Bargaining 2) Acceptance 3) Longing 4) Questing 5) Fulfillment.

In the initial stage, Kiri is either in a stage of shock or disbelief upon learning of her fate. This is almost always quickly followed by acceptance and longing. Finally, her life path enters a phase of questing; constant seeking of ways to reach her doom, and then final fulfillment as she eagerly reaches her doom and accepts it. There is never a phase of anger or depression for Kiri, as she always comes to the realization that she is supremely privileged to have been chosen as the victim of her fate. By the point of the questing phase she is nearly or fully in the role of the willing martyr.

Original Kiri: Standing Powerless Before Darkness, Clad in White Nylon Briefs

'Stepping from the boots and scandalously short skirt, she kicked the clothing away, now standing stripped before the sorceress in only a pair of reflective, white nylon panty briefs. "I surrender to you, Great Veela. You must be allowed to defeat me!"

"You must be allowed to defeat me!" This is a classic and defining quote from the three decade Kiri saga that established a crucial paradigm for the Eternal Doomed Champion. Even at times when she had established power or victory in a given situation, notably in this old text from her homeworld of Anaron, where she could have banished Veela the Enchantress, to the dismay of her friends, Kiri does away with the artifact sword Starblade by tossing it into a Sphere of Annihilation, which would have given her true power. Instead, she willingly hands herself over to Veela, with the heavy but eager realization that Veela needs to defeat her, in order for Kiri to remain on the proper path to her doom. Displaying her body completely vulnerably before Veela and her bloodthirsty minions, clad only in the white nylon briefs, Kiri surrenders unconditionally, begging piteously with her captor to torture her.

Original Kiri and Tharun Kiri, very likely the same version of the Eternal Doomed Champion, began thier adventuring career, delving into the deepest and most dangerous dungeons, wearing only perilously thin and light full-cut, white nylon briefs as shown here. It was original Kiri, clad only in such a pair of panty briefs, that willingly forsook her chance of total victory over her nemesis, Veela the Enchantress, instead surrendering and handing herself over to absolute helplessness, would willingly suffer grisly and mutilating torture.

As a result of this deliberate choice, Kiri would suffer excruciating torture, and most of her friends would also share her fate, suffering alongside her. Soon afterward, several longtime companions including Katrina and Toola learn to enjoy their torture nearly as much as Kiri.

This establishes a second paradigm; in most worlds, Kiri has one or several close companions that become entangled in her fate. Some of these companions, always female but not always human, sometimes are of a similar temperament to Kiri, and are nearly as eager to suffer as Kiri is. Some of these, including Una are 'closet' masochists or martyrs who at first grudgingly endure suffering at Kiri's side, but eventually come accept and deal with their desires to suffer hurt, acting on them similarly to Kiri.

Una represented the tamer end of these wanton companions of Kiri, being an enthusiast for bondage and spanking, breast torture and occasional cunt-bashing.  Toola, a stocky blonde known for wearing an iron slave collar and white rubber pants, was as much a zealot for full-blown torture as Kiri, on more than one occasion accepting circumstances where her breasts and genitals were severely mutilated.

On her homeworld of Anaron, there existed another fated blond warrior, who may or may not in some way be related to Kiri. Silvercrotch the Pan'Tian, a female fighter of similar appearance and skinny build to Kiri, and her more stockily-built companion, Hipishia, both of the amazon island of Pan'Ti. This duo might be an original inception of Kiri and Una, or may have their own fate. What is known is that Silvercrotch and her cousin Katrina both were condemned to True Pain; a sentence of infinite pain in the Bi-Agonies of a frighteningly alien and slime-riddled dimension.

Rubberpants the Reamed: An Eager Defeat in Lampyre

In an intermediate stage of her costume, Original Kiri would take to wearing white rubber pants at some point before her arrival in Dementlieu for a very extended 'weekend in Hell' in the Demiplane of Dread. Her adventures through several domains, and encountering myriad terrifying creatures, all occurred with with Kiri wearing no more than the rubber pants. In domains such as Dementlieu, Falkovnia and Lamordia, Kiri's rubber pants were an extreme curiosity. These cultures were generally familiar with rubber, but not with such sophisticated use of the material to produce such clothing as her briefs. Her general state of undress attracted the attention (and often wrath) of conservative elements in these lands, but combined with wearing of the white rubber pants made her a frequent spectacle.

Her adventure through The Core (the central continent in the demiplane), and through multiple 'Islands of Terror' with a misfit party of adventurers, came to a brutal climax (in every sense) with their arrival in Lampyre 'the Ravenous'; a surreal and terrible desert domain not on standard charts in The Core, in the final chapters of the first book of adventure entitled Beyond the Misty Veil. Kiri would end up standing alone, before the might and horror of an entire domain, unarmed and powerless, clad only in her slave collar and white rubber pants, yet would prevail.


The party had arrived in Lampyre after being 'Mistlead' through the impenetrable Ravenloft Mists from Dementlieu, encountering the domain on the eve of the Great Game and Festival that large numbers of women flocked to Lampyre to participate in. In the words of Lord Augustus Krinn, the presiding Dark Lord of Lampyre, the Festival "called out to a certain type of person". The women that journeyed to the domain did so with the full understanding that they were handing themselves over to be brutally tortured and put to death. The usually vacuous Kiri nonetheless possessed ample street smarts to quickly divine the nature of Lampyre, and realized she had to participate in the Festival at all costs.

A gathering of the female contestants for the Festival would determine the robustness and stamina of the women, selecting those that would suffer the most for the longest duration when tortured, for the terrifying and surreal bio-mechanical machinery that ran Lampyre needed that suffering as its fuel.

Among the dozens of women that survived the trip through the great and desolate Grimsby Desert outside Lampyre's encircling walls, Morela Juárez was among the house favorites for the city lords and nobles, and the Little Sisters of the Divine Agony; the unholy convent which organized and conducted the torture of the martyrs. Close to two meters tall, broad and stocky with thick, dark hair, a bit mussed and dirty from the road, hastily twisted into a bun at the back of her head, with ample breasts and hips that cut a very matronly figure. The basic tunic and short skirt of light brown revealing heavy cleavage and thighs. Bits of untended hair covered her armpits and lower legs. The overly short hem revealing the bottom of a snug pair of panty briefs stretched over unwieldy buttocks in the rear, and a fat, distended panty crotch in the front, heavily yellowed with urine, edged in whorls of very thick, protruding pubic hair, around which innumerable reddish welts from sand flies were very visible. Her open leather sandals showed thick toes lightened with sand, and the matron bore a heavy wooden club with clots of hair from something stuck in the business end.

It was obvious to everyone in the ornate dining hall, but Morela quickly sized up Kiri for the skinny and helpless competition she was. Kiri likewise realized the woman easily had several times her strength, and was immediately afraid of her, once Morela had given her a harsh glare and openly showed her disdain.


Lord Krinn showed a clear interest in Kiri, once the collared blonde had spoken up, her heavy brow rumpling in disapproval.

"In fact, all of you should have a part to play in the coming festivities", the gaunt lord with mad eyes proclaimed.

"Really? Kiri would be happy to play her part if she can-" Kiri's curiosity intensified, sensing that she had a strong chance of suffering as well."

"Get her", scoffed Morela. "Arrived later than all the rest of us, and she's already fishing to win. Look here, we didn't travel all the way over the Grmisby, and through that gods-blasted maze, just to be shut out by some dim-witted slu-".

"Miss Juárez, if you please", Krinn interrupted. "All present shall be fairly judged and considered."


Morela looked downcast but clenched her fist a bit tighter about her heavy club. A pallid and slender hand went about her brawny shoulder as Krinn turned his attention to another conversation in the chamber. Dressed in her gaudy, revealing vestments of crimson and black that might have been leather, Sister Luciana gave a thin smile to the larger woman.

"She damned near missed the voting, and already she's being considered?" Her brow furrowed deeper.

"It is of no consequence", Sister Luciana replied knowingly, overlooking the impiety of Morela's justified rave, with a mezzo-soprano voice of soothing authority that seemed to demand obedience. She was slight of build, and almost birdlike in her movements, which all seemed very calculated and measured. Yet she seemed to have a power and dominance to her that made her presence heavy in the chamber.

She moved her hand to Morela's waistline, and tested the flesh with her fingers under a firm squeeze, looking her over in a manner as if she were inspecting livestock. "Remove your traveling clothes please...I shall have a much better look at you." Morela complied and dropped her frayed tunic, quickly disrobing until only the sandals were on her heavy feet, and having revealed she wore nothing beneath but a large pair of stained, blue nylon panty briefs; just above the high waistband of which hung heavy, fleshy breasts of considerable size.

"Ample and corpulent meat...notable strength and stamina. Combat skills observed quite exemplary within the Labyrinth, and upon the Iron Stair. Your substantial place in the festivities is all but assured, Miss Juárez. Your suffering will be unimaginable, your death shall be agonizingly slow. You do understand this, don't you Miss Juárez?"

 "You bet, Sister. I didn't get this far to get bumped from the festival by anyone. I need this pain...just as much your Lords and Sisters do. Life doesn't amount to much at all without a whole lot of suffering to keep it interesting for old Morela. Been waiting for this day pretty much my whole life."


"Rightly so, and for women such as yourself Lampyre calls out for your necessary service. When your time arrives, I will have some of our most skilled Sisters arrange your torture. Your body will require skill, to be butchered properly. Rejoice in the knowledge that you will soon endure this sacrifice...you shall bring tremendous honor upon yourself and that of your village." The sister's hand lowered to Morela's hip, moving gently over the sleek briefs sitting there.

"Your travel clothing will be disposed of, Miss Juárez. You shall have no further need of it. I find your choice of undergarment quite satisfactory", Juliana fingers lingered for a moment over the material at the front of the briefs, where it stretched tightly over the woman's pot belly. "Is is a most serviceable pant. You shall retain the use of it even for your death, if you so wish it."

"I do wish it, thanks a bunch for your generosity."

"We understand that the devout often come with accoutrements they wish to wear for their ordeal, typically undergarments are requested. The Houses and the Convent take no issue with this, as we clearly understand the devout often derive satisfaction from this. It is important that they eventually embrace and enjoy their torment, and for some, ensuring their 'getting off' on their competing makes for the best sacrificing.

"Well, truth be told I brought them for that reason, but not much chance of running now, with only these to wear in the desert outside. Is that it?"

"If you like", Luciana replied with a warmer grin. "But understand those gathered will wish to appraise you as well. You do, however, have commitments now that must be fulfilled." 

The heavy-bodied brunette nodded reassuringly, resting two thick fists on her hips and against the tall side seams of her blue panty briefs. "Don't you worry Sister. Old Morela ain't never ran from a challenge back home, and she sure ain't going to start now. You just get me up on that torture rack of yours, or whatever it is you've planned, Sister, and I'll do all the hard work from there. I swear you'll get all the show you're all looking for."


A expression of slight pleasantness crossed Luciana's face, lightening the mood of the conversation. "I've never doubted it. It is always pleasant to have the arrival of a parishioner with such fortitude and zeal." Luciana lightly patted the woman's pot belly, fingers tracing the tight creases in the front of her smooth briefs. "While on one hand it shall be a shame to see this fine belly come to ruin, it will be a glorious thing to have you opened from crotch to gut before the ritual blades. But it would be improper of me to divulge further, and ruin the anticipation of the exaltation that is to come.

"As for the dim-witted slut you refer to, she is indeed late to the proceedings, however, she alone had the capacity to get the party she arrived with past the Elder Gate, and she used the Gate most properly. As the truly devout among you should know, that clearly qualifies her to compete, being that she still draws breath."

"Is that so?"

"It is indeed so, Miss Juárez. I trust that as you have gotten this far, you have versed yourself in the Writs of Debasement? 

"Eh? Well, of course I have."

"The second chapter of the Writs of Debasement devote no less than seven verses to the function and proper usage of the Elder Gate. Even Lord Krinn himself believes that despite her frail nature, the girl's sacrifice shall be greatly valued as well. While one of her companions had a fairly keen understanding of the linguistics of the gate sigils, it was the girl herself that seemed to be born into her proper ways to activate the gate, and this is argued to be at least in partial fulfillment of prophecy."

"Prophecy?"

"The Writs of Far Knowledge speak of a series of events, of which are said to foretell the coming of the Dark Cycle. This is a specific yearly cycle, unmarked on the calendars, that once ushered in, will bring great change to Lampyre. At least three of the signs are said to have occurred, at least one of which is believed connected to the girl somehow."

"Well I'll be."


"What are the three signs?", a pert blonde with a hacked short hairdo asked, stepping up with curiosity. She wore a bandeau of scuffed black leather and tan boots that came up just below her knees. A belt of darkened metal was double wrapped about her slim hips, over a pair of high-cut briefs that appeared to be red nylon.


Sister Luciana turned stiffly to regard the other woman, but did so politely and formally. "The first sign is recognized when Ankou looms large over the desert sands, in the sky at the same time as live-giving Ba'al, whereupon it will throw its shadow across Tharun. Our observatorium has confirmed that Ankou is now coming closer with the passing days, rising shortly after dawn." Ankou, The Ghost, as many referred to the tenuously orbiting moon was now racing toward Tharun, and some insisted it would soon block Ba'al, Tharun's blazing red sun, as Luciana cautiously explained to the women. 


"The second sign is that new paths will be opened in the world, and that a band of travelers will appear, said to carry a tremendous danger with them. Some of my fellow Sisters agree the motley group the slut has arrived with are this band, and then there is the girl herself, and the third prophecy. A devout who will come to the Arenalim, but not know she needs to until she has already arrived. One who will know her ways and place in Lampyre as if she had been born to them."

"And you think that's her?", Morella interjected, angling her head in the direction of Kiri.


"We cannot be absolutely certain yet", Luciana hissed in a reduced tone, "but auguries have been performed, and the same warnings result. You and the other devout must be prepared to take on your suffering at a moment's notice, Miss Juárez."


"You can be sure of that, Sister, but what of her?"



"She shall suffer most exquisitely for us, in accordance to prophecy, if the current cycle truly is the Dark Cycle; a matter on which many of the Sisters including myself concur. You are most proper to label her a slut, but a pain-slut would be most correct. She required absolutely no urging to mount the gate-pike, so she too is in the right place. Intemperance is not required of you women as is as willingness and obedience, but fear not, there will ample opportunities for suffering soon enough."


"Understood, Sister", Morela nodded gruffly, glaring sidelong at Kiri once again. Sister Luciana followed her gaze and lowered a voice a bit. 

"As all know, in the lands outside, it is the strongest that usually survive. Here in Lampyre of course, the strong survive longest, at the very least. It is crucial that absolute order is enforced, and even more crucial that the weak understand their place. Sometimes, that requires necessary cruelty, and the rule of law must even turn a blind eye when the populace must impose its own...order. It is quite clear among the both of you on who is superior, Miss Juárez." She followed the declaration up with another glance toward Kiri.


Nodding, a grin replacing her sullenness, Morela understood the implications and the license she had been given, her eyes narrowing as she sized up Kiri once more. Luciana, her lips twisting juicily and cruelly, patted the stout Miss Juárez on her large backside as she moved off to speak with the other Sisters.

The skinny little, interloping slut was definitely going to get hers.


"Get over here", Morela turned to the vagabond blonde, who hesitated but came forward. Morela took hold of her narrow chin with one thick hand. "What's your name, doll?"

"Fanni- it's Fanni. Miss...."

"Morela. But never mind you that. All you need to know is I'm the lady in charge here until it's time for the big show. If you're smarter than you look, you'll do as you're told...understood?"

"Understood-", the girl replied, and Morela felt her swallow hard, her throat moving lightly past her pointer finger. Fanni was legitimately scared, she could see it in her eyes, Morela chuckled to herself. That was good. She feared her, so that meant she controlled the girl.

"Scared?" Morella grinned tightly, rubbing it in.

"Y-yes Ma'am."


"Smart of you. Real smart. As I was saying, I'm the lady that's going to ask you to jump, and you're going to ask me-"


"- how high?", Fanni wheedled.


"Good girl. I'll have a job for you soon. Not just yet, but soon", she dropped her hand, letting the girl go. "Now get your skinny little ass out of here- we'll talk later."


"Yes Ma'am!" Fanni fairly yelped in response, stepping back, visibly relieved that Morela had released her...





The Elder Gate that Augustus Krinn referred to was clearly the horrifying portal that protruded in ornate bas-relief from the otherwise seamless and mirror-smooth wall that cordoned Lampyre off from the outside desert. Towering easily thirty meters above the shifting sands, it was smooth as glass, gleaming black and reflecting back the harsh glare and contours of the distant dunes with a muddled image that boiled in the wavering hot air. Smooth with a feel that seemed harder than steel, but with an appearance that could be described as obsidian. The surface just translucent enough to give an uncanny depth to what reflected in it, and as Kiri thought when she glanced at the monolithic barrier sidelong, hints of worrisome movement that seemed to originate from just beyond the blank face of the wall. 

Around the circular bas-relief, there wasn't the slightest signs of purchase on the black wall, that stretched to either side of them into the pale golden haze, seemingly to each horizon. The very top of the wall, difficult to see from the ground level, seemed to be smooth and featureless as well, with no parapet or other visible defenses. The imposing line of the black wall, in direct contrast to the bright desert outside it, was broken only by a tall slender pylon-shaped towers that stood slightly higher than the crest of the wall, and made of the same material, set in intervals of about every half-kilometer.

The relief carving itself looked like a twisted, eldritch sundial that was clearly poking out of the wall horizontally, rather than aimed skyward. The central spike was long, projecting not quite four meters out; needle sharp on the far end, and not much thicker than her own torso at its base where it jutted from the wall- interestingly, out of the center of the bas-relief, from between the jaws of a grimacing, dark face much like a gargoyle, like an obscene tongue. The mouth was rimmed with shark-like pointed teeth; blunted horns rimmed the thick contours of the skull.

The round relief surrounding the leering face was constructed in concentric rings and spokes perhaps like a simplified spider web, all radiating from the center. Set with glyphs and runs that might have been the numbers on a sundial, but the swirling and otherworldly reliefs also suggested a very large zodiac calendar. 

But the figurines on the wall, some of them skeletal, some of them women, either fully naked or half-naked. Skeletal bird-like things with dragon-like wings. And the torture-


Overlapping, repeated scene of torture. Horrific torture, which was all happening to the nude or half-clad women. All of them in stages of extreme agony and dying, or timidly waiting nearby in fetters...clearly awaiting their turn. 

The linguists among their party had cleaned enough from the pictographs and the runes to understand the circular carving was a gate through the black wall, one that required a sacrifice to open. A blood sacrifice. A sacrifice of pain.


Understanding enough of it all, Kiri instinctively knew she needed to be the sacrifice. Removing the tattered linen robes that had kept the glaring, reddish Sun off her back, she stripped down to her metal slave collar and restraints, setting Mimir her short sword down on the ground and now stripped to naught but her white rubber pants. 

Reaching up for the needle spire, Kiri gained purchase on the lowest rim of the carving with her bared feet, and soon had pulled herself up on the circular face of the dial beside the left edge of the needle....which promptly responded by retracting steadily and smoothly into the wall with an insidious sliding sound that was part glassy, part metallic. It left a vibrating tremor in the relief that buzzed lightly under her skin where she contacted it.

Realizing the four slots in the bas-relief were clearly intended to be gripped; two near the top rim and contoured to fit hands, two near the bottom and obviously meant to accommodate her feet, Kiri moved all four limbs into position and held on rightly.

The needle tip of the obsidian spire was on line with her girlish hips, and brushed menacingly against the taut front of her white rubber pants. With a slight hiss of glass and steel again it protruded out a good dozen centimeters and then paused. Gasping with a start as it jabbed at her tummy, she stretched her limbs and pushed her hips out just ahead of the spire; the rubber pants tightened on her hips and buttocks with deepening and lengthening creases as she did so, puckering tightly at the elastic leg openings.

The action had rolled her hips back enough and raised them until her predicament very rapidly became perilous: The sharpened tip of the spire was now set in the wide crotch of her rubber pants.

Feeling the thrumming vibration in the metallic obsidian again, Kiri held on for dear life as the spire slowly, inexorably continued its progress outward again, pushing against the crotch of the white rubber pants until it puckered around the tip- understanding exactly what was required of her, Kiri pushed her clit against the top of the pike, ensuring the point was aimed right into the mouth of her vagina, and then she waited impatiently for the inevitable.

She didn't have to wait long- the point probed, then stretched past its limits, the rubber crotch was pierced with an audible pop that released a wide rivulet of spray from the broken seal of the waterproof underpants.

She screamed. Oh by the gods she screamed; in but a moment more the spire's needlepoint had pierced her genitals, trusting itself at an oblique angle right between the folds of her lips and under throbbing clitoris, then pushing agonizingly into through her membranes and through the wall of her vagina.

The blood came then; fresh, warm and thick, flowing almost like syrup in the burning arid heat. Her blood had grown thicker and gummy with the sparse water supplies they had after a few burning hours following the wall along the edge of the desert. Her pulse had already been beating noticeably in her neck as she expended the effort to climb onto the relief, struggling to pump her thickening blood- it was now hammering in her chest with frantic effort as more of her syrupy blood pumped out through the gaping hole in the crotch of her elastic underpants....flowing and dripping around the end of the gleaming spire that impaled her.

With a sickeningly wet but dull pop, the spire's tip had speared at an angle through her vagina and punched through into her rectum. There was a forceful spurt and spray of blood that flung gobs and droplets over the face of the circular relief, the rest that spattered loudly on the sand was quickly and thirstily sucked up by the parched dry granules. The deep skewering ripped a frantic and helpless scream from Kiri's lips, her body shuddering in shock on the end of the spire...she felt her grip slipping, but the material of the wall had seemed to close in around her toes and fingers- squeezing until her fragile bones ached and felt ready to crack, ensuring she couldn't escape her ordeal now if she wished to.


The others below were aghast. Dayonera had long since turned from the grisly scene, unable to watch. Zoey had buried her face into her sleeve to stifle her cry of shock, eyes peering up unbelieving over the hem at the macabre scene.

This was Kiri; if any still any doubt, it was swept away now. This was the true Kiri, as she really was. Traveling companion, servant and lover,


Crying and screaming frantically as her hips shuddered on the pike that continued skewering them, there was a soft sound of tissue tearing and separated, and the point had emerged from between her buttocks and punched through the wide rear panel of the little pants, forcing out rivulets of blood that flowed over the rubber stretched over her ass. More of her blood followed a notch in the top of the pike, flowing into the relief dial, producing an astonishing effect


Kiri was paling dangerously to white and hung limply as her hips slid off the retracting pike, her companions  carefully taking her down as the entire relief slid inwards through the depths of the wall, exposing a ridged tube of the same shiny obsidian material, that was slick and running with a swirling mixture of Kiri's blood and something darker and more vicious, perhaps oil. The bas-relief portal slid back a half dozen meters before pausing and rolling clockwise into a gap in the tunnel.

Beyond that point, the vaginal-like tunnel ascended upwards with a slight incline.

In a very lengthy stint though the feared Demiplane of Dread, Original Kiri faced unspeakable horrors and torture wearing nothing but these elasticized, white rubber pants.

With the rest of her party scattered about the main city of Lampyre, Kiri was her place at the banquet table where Krinn and a number of the Little Sisters sized them up. A warm buzzing sounded in Kiri's head, which formed into words she could clearly understand. The voice was female- no, they were female. It was as if many women were speaking with her, and all at once.


"Where are the others who you arrived with? We want you...we want you. Tell us what what we need to know, and we will torture you without mercy.

Primal Kiri: Fighting Crime and Suffering Defeat, Clad in White Plastic Briefs

 Primal Kiri in her standard dungeoneering outfit; traveling light and unarmed to facilitate her weakened body, she wears her slave collar and shackles. She is clad only in full-cut white plastic briefs, which are made with an excessively large crotch, with a conspicuous curved seam delineating the elasticized, bladder-like crotch. She is armed only with Goldfire, a magical blade.

Kiri encounters a horrifying Hellmouth, a plant or worm-like creature in the alien and chthonian Qliphothic Realm. The sphincter mouth of the creature consumes both blood and flesh in an agonizingly slow and painful process. Well aware of what the nightmarish creature can do, Kiri has come here to be absolutely defeated. Having purposefully placed herself over it with legs spread, she positions the wide crotch of her plastic underpants directly over the sphincter hole, allowing her genitals to be horrifically mutilated.

Having been soundly defeated, secured in her slave paraphernalia and white plastic briefs, Kiri waits patiently for her first torture session.

The Misadventures and Exploitations of Hyborian Kiri

Clad only in her barbarian slave's garb, Kiri is effortlessly and savagely defeated by her opponent.

Captured by a recurring foe: Disarmed, and stripped to her slave irons and scandalously short panty briefs, Kiri is humiliated and tortured by Nemedian female fighters.

Having been marched into a hallway in abandoned ruins by her Nemedian captors, the female warriors have bashed and stomped Kiri's genitals to a bloody pulp, then slowly slit her throat and beheaded her. As does she, they know the prophetic curse that guides Kiri's existence will allow her to rise from death to suffer it all over again.

Aspects of the Eternal Doomed Champion

Thus far, the following aspects or versions of Kiri have been identified-

Original Kiri: Sometimes known as Forgotten Kiri, she is said to originate from Anaron, an uncharted world that is said to have suffered a great cataclysm of unknown nature. She comes to worlds including Oerth and Faerûn (of Dungeons & Dragons settings), eventually being Mistlead in the Demiplane of Dread, known also as Ravenloft. Her ultimate fate is the consequences of a wager between the goddesses Sif and Loviatar. Her doom is to suffer eternal torture in Ondtland, the bitterly frozen realm of Loviatar on the layer of Mungoth in Gehenna.


Hyborian Kiri: Who has a situation and an ultimate doom related to that of Original Kiri, who spends her life enduring the worst of the torments and terrors the Hyborian age has to offer.


Primal Kiri: Born in ancient Scandia near the end of Imperial Rome’s life span, Primal Kiri is doomed to be alive at a time when the empire is perfecting the horrifying art of crucifixion through extensive practice. Sentenced to death on the cross, she is inexplicably rescued by the secretive Midnighters from 21^st Century Paragon City. Said to be retrieved in time on behest of the Menders of Ouroboros through the Roman peninsula of Cimerora, because she is part of some inexplicable timeline, Kiri endures constant peril, helplessness and ignominy as a plastic pants-clad and would-be superheroine. Kiri skirts the seediest portions of Paragon City as a permanent lifestyle; when not actually seeking peril at the hands of the criminal underground, she earns coin as a fetish exhibitionist and prostitute. Her ultimate fate is to come full circle; returning to Cimerora when the time is right, and to willingly accept her cross and her horrible death. After her time in the distant future, Kiri knew, her defeat would be far more thrilling and scandalous, as she would now willingly mount the cross and hang from her nails clad only in white plastic underpants. At a later point in time, this Kiri would travel via inter-dimensional portal to Millennium City; an alternate future version of Detroit, Michigan. Portals back to Paragon City would inexplicably close for an extended period of time.
 

Praetorian Kiri: The mirror universe of Primal Earth, ruled by Tyrant, Praetorian Kiri is primal and primitive in nature. Victim of Praetor Tilman, A.K.A. Mother Mayhem, she is wild female animal seen on occasion in the Underground beneath Praetoria, last stronghold and city on Earth. Believed to be the result of some failed experiment by Mother, her origins and the full extent of her doom are unknown at this time.


Distant Galaxy Kiri: A denizen of a galaxy far, far away, this Kiri’s existence is said to lie somewhere between the Galactic Civil War and the era of the New Republic. A slave born, she is fated to helpless and grotesque servitude of the Hutts, and to see much of the galaxy as a chained slave. Her final fate is certain: The be a victim of a Sarlacc, suffering a fate of horrifying and excruciating pain and suffering for at least one thousand years.


Tharun Kiri, where the Eternal Doomed Champion is the helpless denizen and victim of a post-apocalyptic world named Tharun with decaying technology, and filled with all manner of exotic and alien flora and fauna, where Kiri takes on a role similar to that of fantasy classic heroine Druuna. There is debate on whether or not Tharun Kiri is the same as Original Kiri, on an earlier or later point in the timeline. What is known is that her doom takes her to imprisonment in The Wormscape; a domain of hideously distended larva, tentacles and worms of all types. Her fate includes being slowly consumed by the worms, as well as being sexually penetrated the slippery, writhing parasites in a bizarre symbiotic relationship where she serves as both food source and mate. It is so far unclear if this is her final doom in Tharun, or if even worse torments await her.


Numenera Kiri: The single-most distant Kiri on multiversal time, she may in fact be Original Kiri (see Tharun Kiri) at an extremely advanced era. Part of the Ninth World roughly one billion years in Earth's extremely distant future, at least eight other civilizations were known to have passed before this time. Numenera Kiri is believed to have a grand doom reserved for her, but so far the details of which are entirely unknown.

Alternate Universe Kiri versions

 As the multiverse includes all quantum possibilities and concept possibilities, so too there exist distant versions of Kiri where her doom never falls- existences where she has otherwise slipped her fate and lived to her full potential. Of these postulated timelines, the following are definitely known.


Federation Kiri, where it just into the beginning of the 25th Century of Earth's future, she is an admiral in Starfleet, in command of a task force of vessels in a very dangerous time for the galaxy when it is in open warfare. Her tactical skills as a warrior have earned her some respect even with the Klingons, whom she has faced in battle, before a ceasefire was brokered between the Federation and Empire.


Imperial Kiri, otherwise known as Ki-Ri, is an Orion slave girl. According to rumors, Ki-ri has a double running about, allegedly in Federation space as a Starfleet captain. This KDF ship commander is said to be from the Mirror Universe, where things went quite differently. Unlike most Orion females that take on the slave role as a guise, Kiri is a true slave, owned by her first officer, a woman that is at least half-Orion that is the true power in her task force. She is not even fully Terran, as is her Starfleet counterpart, but is half-Terran, having been birthed by an halfbreed Orion slave girl that was Grey and Ruddy Orion.

Given her full slave status, guaranteed since birth as a halfbreed, her details are wide open and known to the Empire. Unlike most Orion females who utilize their guile in the role of slaves, Fas actually knows a great deal about what it is to be a slave, having spent years with a rodinium collar tightly clamping her throat. Not mere social role-playing as Orion females practice, but true slavery and powerlessness at the hands of other Orions. Birthed by an inferior halfbreed, Kiri's light grey is mostly recessive to her Terran 'fleshy' complexion.

The 'runt of the litter' among her peers, she is fragile and lacking in strength as many Greys. Ki-ri suffers from skeletal gauntness and acute myasthenia gravis, making her extremely weak and easily defeated in combat. Her halfbreed heritage also means her physiology is weak compared to Orion females. She has, however, an extreme genetic resistance to injury and a high pain threshold that's saved her many a time.

Having been a slave on Mirror Triskelion, which never fell but was absorbed into the Terran Empire, Fas has dealt with the fate the universe has thrown at her mostly from a position of absolute helplessness and often in chains, but her training on Triskelion as a gladiatrix was her ticket to success, teaching her subtle combat and survival skills, and the school of brutal knocks in the Empire brought out her skills as an apt starship commander. Ki-Ri is for whatever reason allowed to continue the ruse that she is actually in command, but in reality on her off hours, Ki-Ri hangs helpless in chains in the expansive quarters of her first officer, where she is whipped and disciplined nightly. Ki-Ri is known to have no specific doom, but shall remain a slave for her foreseeable future.


EVE Kiri: A citizen of the Minmatar Republic in a far distant galaxy at least 21,000 years in Earth's future, she has no known doom. Only lightly trained in combat skills, she is a freighter pilot for various corporations, moving about the galaxy randomly. Because of the advanced cloning and longevity technology of this distant era, this Kiri is effectively immortal, fated if for anything but to voyage among the stars.