Being in the caves, Serena had no idea of day or night.  She ate when she was hungry, drank when she was thirsty, and slept when she was fatigued.  However, the Techs gave her very little rest.

For the next four days, the Techs would tease the girl mercilessly.  They used a variety of toys, probes, beads, eggs, and vibrators on her, all designed to keep Serena in a constant state of arousal.  Most of them did that and more.  They would tease Serena until her entire body was a raw nerve and she had almost no self-control, before allowing her to climax.  When she climaxed, she would go limp.  But she never fainted.  It was the goal of the Techs to make a girl pass out.  With Serena, they could not achieve their goal.

Finally, near the end of the fourth day, the Techs relaxed their torture.  Serena had recovered from a session, and was munching on some fruit near the stream.  She looked at the six ugly and small men and smiled.

"Well," she said, "what's next?"

"You have experienced the monster in the lagoon.  Is this correct?" asked two of the Techs, in perfect unison.  "And of course, you have allowed Max and Jax to have their way with you.  And finally, you have taken everything we could give you.  There is nothing next.  However, we would like to give you a gift."

Serena smiled and followed the Techs into the hut where the games had started.  The Techs showed her the bowl with the brain, and explained how the brain, which was their brain, experienced sexual pleasure telepathically.  They then had her lie on the table and gave her their gift.

Serena had her hood pierced by the Techs.  They gave her three piercings that she could insert at her pleasure.  One was a heart-shaped ruby, very tiny and lovely, the other a teardrop-shaped diamond, and finally a small barbell with a diamond chip on each end.  Serena chose to wear the heart-shaped ruby for now.

"This jewelry," explained four of the Techs, once again, their voices in perfect unison, "is more than just decorative.  Observe and learn."

One of the Techs removed a small remote from his kilt.  It was roughly the size of a pack of cigarettes.  He pushed some buttons, and Serena squirmed.  Pleasure flowed through her body.

"You see," two of the Techs said, "the jewelry gives pleasure.  Whenever you need release, simply use the remote.  And we will also feel your pleasure telepathically.  Now, tomorrow you leave and you attain your freedom.  We will guide you out of the caverns."

The next morning Serena was awake before the Techs.  When they had awakened, they fed her a hearty breakfast, gave her a small case to carry her remote and her jewelry, and filled her water sack.  They also gave her a new set of sandals.  As the group finished their breakfast, the Techs filled Serena in on what she had accomplished.

"You see, Serena," said two of the Techs, their voices always in perfect unison, "the Master created this maze to test his women.  They are always brought in here, and given over to us, Max and Jax, or the beast.  It depends which way they enter the cave."

"And do all women make it through?" asked Serena.

"No," responded three of the Techs.  "Most do not make it through the first.  The sexual energy destroys them.  Some make it to the second.  You are the only one who has survived all three of the trials.  You have broken the Master's power over you.  You are now superior."

Serena wondered at that.  The group finished their meal, and the Techs guided Serena to a tunnel.  They led her part of the way down the tunnel and said farewell.  They told her she could come back and visit them anytime she wished and have all of the creatures of the cavern pleasure her.  All she had to do was hold a séance with a black candle.  Serena waved good-bye and worked her way down the tunnel.

After an hour's walk, Serena emerged into the clearing from the caverns.  It was the original clearing where she had entered the cave.  Sitting on one of the altars was her Master.  He had a grim look on his face.

"Well, Master," said a smiling Serena, "how are things?  I missed your penis, but it appears that I have found some wonderful substitutes."

The demon reared up, jumping off of the altar, and showing his true form.  Serena, however, was not intimidated.  The demon slowly sat down on the grass, looked at his creation, and grinned.

"Events have forced a change," said the demon.  "I am no longer the Master.  You are.  Or perhaps I should say that you are the Mistress.  I now serve you.  And I must do your bidding.  You have survived my maze, and come out of it victorious.  Now I must pay the price."

"And how long do you pay?" asked Serena.

"Until you die, or tire of me, Mistress," answered the demon.  "Whichever comes first."

"Well, then," said Serena, "get me back to Miami, and get me my old job back at your radio station!"

The demon obeyed Serena's command.

One lovely evening, about a month later, Serena was sitting in a nice club in South Beach.  She had on a jean miniskirt, a halter-top, and sandals.  She was wearing her diamond piercing.  She saw a lovely brunette woman alone at the bar.  She reached into her purse, set the remote to a very low setting, and instantly felt the tingle.  And then she approached the woman.

