This book is a fantasy of cruelty. It is a nightmare of sexual abuse that will stupefy even the wildest imagination. Morgo and Delanna have been brought up from hell to practice their arts on human bodies. If they seem unreal to you, it is because they are superhuman in the perversity of their desires.
This book is designed to frighten and alarm the reading public with the outrages that occur to minds obsessed with sadistic and masochistic desires. If you are not ready for the weirdest and cruelest tortures ever conceived by man, if you are faint of heart or prone to hysteria, please do not read any further.
The characters that are portrayed may not strike you as real or even human. Morgo and Delanna are the blackest villains to ever gain power over a city. But whether they are human or not, they know the secrets of instilling terror in their victims and the subtlest arts of insuring pain.
Morgo and Delanna are unleashed to work their evil deeds on the prostitutes and streetwalkers of fun-loving Barcelona. They are called into action by the Commandante of Police who has little conception of the tools his agents will use to curb the desires of unsuspecting sinners. The rack, the gouge, the guillotine and the cross are but a few of the instruments that are used to subdue the passions of the prostitutes. You will be amazed at how much pain the beautiful bodies of these young women can endure. You will be driven wild by the amount of pleasure that they manage to extract from the erotic engines of their torturers.
CHAPTER ONE
The Commandante of Police had had a rough evening. His wife had given him hell because one of the neighborhood prostitutes had propositioned their youngest male child. She had told him in no uncertain terms that something had to be done to clean up the streets of Barcelona. The whores were pouring in on every boat and train because they had heard how slack the police were here, or so she said.
His wife's big bosom heaved meaningfully as she ranted on. It rose and sank before his eyes with rage, like twin ships on a stormy sea. Indeed, he wished he could drown her in the nearby Mediterranean. It was women like her that made prostitution a lucrative trade. When a man wasn't permitted to fuck his own wife for pleasure, but only for purposes of reproduction, what else could be expected.
But, on the other hand, he realized that his reputation was at stake. If his own woman was railing against him, the town would soon be grumbling with tales concerning his immoral lassitude. He had to do something fast to protect his coveted position as Commandante of Police.
He was proud of his reputation as a tough man. He kept the criminals well in hand, but he had a soft spot in his heart for the whores. Now he would have to harden himself and dictate some decree worthy of his dignity and moral rectitude. He decided to round up all the whores who gathered on the Ramblas and cart them off to the old castle in the dead of night.
He knew that he had two faithful servants that he could count on to take the whores to task. When Morgo and Delanna got done with them, the offenders would be rendered incapable of ever walking the streets again. This couple were famous for their deeds of degradation. They traveled on special missions all over the country to teach the daughters of immorality that sinful living would land them in hell right here on earth.
Morgo and Delanna had been waiting for his call. They had been drawn to Barcelona by the smell of evil in the air. They seemed to know beforehand that this city would be their next port of call. They had been waiting impatiently at the castle for the Commandante to give them the word for the orgy of destruction to begin.
He sent word to them by special messenger to meet him at his home that very night. They arrived promptly at midnight and the Commandante led them into his study. He had prepared the decree with all the necessary stamps and seals. He passed it over to Delanna's claw-like hand. She ripped it open without hesitation like an animal ripping into flesh. Her eyes lit up like a cat's at night and she showed it to her cohort who pored over it greedily and licked his lips at what he read.
The gruesome twosome were dressed in gleaming black leather. They looked like horsemen of the Apocalypse, and the Commandante had no doubts that they would be able to do their job. They wore masks over their faces as they were secret agents whose identity even he wasn't allowed to know. But this gave them an unearthly appearance that made his flesh creep and he was anxious for them to leave his house. The odor of their greased and polished leather smelled rank to his nostrils. He was afraid that his children might awaken as they were peculiarly sensitive to evil in the air.
He put two vans at the disposal of his agents and watched them disappear into the night. He did not see his wife watching from the upstairs window. She crossed herself fearfully and wondered if it was she who had brought these grim figures to her home. But these, she realized, were the affairs of men, and she was confident of her husband's power to unleash evil against evil to protect his own.
The horse-drawn vans created quite a stir in the public square, which was the habitual meeting place of the prostitutes and their customers. They gathered around the imposing carriages like people who follow a hearse when it passes. They seemed to smell something exotic and exciting in the air. More and more came down from their rooms on the side streets. No one wanted to miss the impending adventure that called the crowd into the streets.
Morgo got down from his box to admire the clientele. The girls gathered around him, like flies around honey. They marveled at his leather suit and whispered among themselves spreading the rumor that he was an eccentric millionaire. He went among them pinching their wares and asked them to line up so that he could choose the ones he wanted.
He pinched a shy blonde girl on her flushed red cheeks.
"What's your name, my child?"
"I'm called Grace." She told him with a brisk English accent. He thought that she would look well at the receiving end of his whip.
"Will you come to my castle, child? I will pay you well for the privilege of making you my guest there."
"Oh sir, a castle! How exciting for a girl who has never left this street since she arrived. I'd be honored to go with you."
"Then be the first to enter my chariot," he graciously suggested. He held the door open and helped her up with his hand.
After this the others were clamoring for invitations to his castle. He told them that there was plenty of room for all of them if they could spare the time. He made them line up on the street and gazed hypnotizingly into each of their faces. He made a careful list of their names as they entered his carriages, pinching their large breasts, their voluptuous buttocks and their rosy cheeks. He was well satisfied with his crew as they all had their charms.
Finally, there was but one girl left, but she was pregnant and Morgo shoved her aside.
"Please let me come with you. I won't cause any trouble," she begged. "I know I am not so beautiful when I am pregnant, but you would enjoy the taste of a mother's milk."
The idea appealed to Delanna who was listening to all the conversations and names with rapt attention. She motioned with her whip to Morgo that this one should not be excepted. But the girl saw the evil glint in her eye. None of them had seemed to notice this woman before, but now Charlene began to back away in fright. The way that the strange woman brandished her whip made her fearful. What was a woman doing dressed in leather anyway?
Morgo was quick to grab her by her wrist and push her into the waiting van. There was no point letting her escape to spread the word to new arrivals when they came to town. He would be back again some time to pick up a fresh crew and he didn't want to leave anyone behind to spread the tale that his last crew of whores had never returned.
Once they were all inside, Delanna led their entourage out of town. From inside the wagons they could hear the fearful snapping of the whip against the flanks of the horses. The ride took several hours and by the time they arrived, all the passengers were full of evil forebodings.
It was the middle of the night when they came to their destination. Morgo led the way to the castle entrance while Delanna herded them from the rear brandishing her whip across the ass of the Danish captive, Beta, and threatening the rest with the same treatment if-they did not proceed in an orderly manner.
The castle was a remnant left over from the Spanish Inquisition. It was very beautiful in an eerie sort of way. The architect was reputed to have been a great religious fanatic. But he was a great master in his art and had built the castle on special request from Innocent XIII.
It was an unusual looking edifice built from stone that somehow looked alive. The door they passed through was molded in the shape of tree trunks with serpents climbing round them. The windows were adorned with toads sticking out their tongues to catch insects. The castle was buttressed every twelve feet by huge phallus-like columns that jutted their heads into the roof.
When Beta saw all this before her eyes and felt the last following close behind, she made a break for the bushes. She figured that once she went inside there would be no chance for escape. She hid behind one of the buttresses, but Delanna shut the other girls in before she searched for the delinquent. She knew that her victim didn't have a chance to escape. She also was glad to have the opportunity of having a girl to use as an example of what the others could expect if .they did not follow orders. What none of them could know was that it couldn't matter in the least if they did behave themselves now. They were all doomed to punishment for previous transgressions. No excuse would suffice to transcend the vicious order of the decree.
Delanna stamped through the foliage, trampling down the shrubbery under the soles of her heavy black boots. Beta tried not to breathe as she heard her persecutor coming nearer. Then there was the snap of a branch being broken close by. Delanna had broken the trunk of a young birch sapling as she passed it by. It appealed to her as a stout whip which would do a good job on her victim, whose shadow she espied on the wall of the castle by the light of the moon.
She reached her arm around the buttress and felt for the girl's soft skin. Beta felt the cold leather and jumped away, but not quickly enough. Her tormentor stepped around the protruding wall and cornered her so that she could have no path of escape. The girl looked over her shoulder at the gleaming cat-like eyes that seemed to penetrate her flesh, but she was just in time to receive the sharp branches of the birch across her face.
Beta's hands went up to her eyes to protect herself from the cruelly lashing branch. But Delanna whipped her hands away with her crackling birch. Finally, they fell from her face and Delanna was free to thrash her again and again with the tiny scratching fingers of her birch.
"No man will ever care to look at you again, my sweet. And if you are lucky you will not have any eyes to see what is done to you and your friends," she hissed in the girl's ear. "But you will still be able to feel it, oh yes. You whores have a marvelous capacity for pain. I think it is much greater than your ability to feel pleasure. Be assured that where you once received your pleasure you will now experience the greatest of pain. If you think you feel pain now," she laughed, "this is nothing compared with the excruciating exercises that you will be put through once we get inside the castle. Now march!"
The girl could barely see as her eyes were swollen from the whipping they had sustained. She groped pitifully against the wall as Delanna prodded her with the whip. Finally she heard the door shut behind her with a ghastly wheeze and she was inside the walls of the castle.
"Abandon all hope, ye who enter here," Delanna intoned behind her.
By the time they had arrived in the chamber of justice, Morgo had gotten the court into full swing. The girls were blindfolded as if for execution and stripped bare, except for shreds of clothing that clung to their shoulders. Morgo was an excellent marksman and had undressed them by letting his dual-pronged bullwhip bite into their gaudy dresses until they were reduced to rags.
"You are all equal before the eyes of justice," he told them. "You will stay naked for the rest of the time that you live. But now you must descend to your quarters where the rats and vermin may feast on you until you come into my merciless presence again." But then he noticed Delanna's appearance with her errant wench. "What have we here?"
"My dear brother, she is our first victim and will set an example to these other girls of what will pass if they don't watch their manners.
Running away is absolutely prohibited," she told the girls snapping her whip over their heads. "It will not be tolerated under any circumstances. You must do our bidding willingly and with a smile on your lips. Remember this always, so that we may be kind to you."
"What is your name child?" Morgo asked of their first victim.
"Beta," she replied mournfully.
"Beta shall be hanged," he sentenced her, cracking his whip smartly on the floor.
And Beta was hanged. But don't think that she was merely executed. Certainly not. Her punishment had to fit her crime and so she was secured to a tall post from which she swung as free as a breeze. Her ankles were tied with stout rope and attached to the top crossbar, while her hands were drawn through her legs and tied in front of her cunt in a position that could only be achieved by dislocating both her shoulders. She was lucky, however, to have a thick crop of hair. It was drawn up into a ponytail and tied to the far end of the post. So she hung like a piece of meat at the butcher's.
The other girls watched in terror. Delanna removed the blindfolds from two of their faces and made these two describe what they saw to the others. But the screaming that issued from the hanging Beta was enough to convince them that they were doomed.
Delanna began to herd them into their cellar home. They had no choice but to obey as each of them was bound securely with a stout stick stuck across the back and in front of their elbows, and their hands were tied over their stomachs so that they couldn't move their arms at all.
As the first girl stepped down, Morgo kicked into her tit, grinding it into the hard stone wall. This would teach them to walk straight, he thought. They should not be leaning against the walls for support. Their bodies had borne the weight of many men in their time. Their backs should be strong enough to hold up their big tits. If not he would remove the obstacles that weighed their bodies down, he thought vengefully.
The slime that covered the walls did not encourage the girls to lean against them. They followed each other down the cold steps like a parade of lepers. It was hard to believe that this scene took place in the Twentieth Century. The morality that provoked it however, was eternal. Their weeping and moaning echoed through the ages. It reverberated from the walls and sent their own mournful cries crashing back against their ears. It seemed as if the ghosts of past sufferers were setting up a cry for them. Thousands of lost souls had entered this dungeon never again to see the light of day.
The last in the line was Charlene, carrying her big weight in her stomach. Morgo could see that the rope that cut across her stomach must be extremely painful. He took her aside and told her that he would release her from her binds if she would just follow him.
Delanna closed the door over the others and left them to think over their sins. They would need their rest for the next day when their real training would begin.
Charlene had the biggest breasts that Morgo had ever seen on such a young women. She had boobs that descended almost to her waist. He undid her arms from their rope and stick bindings and let her caress his huge penis while he attended to her breasts.
He squeezed her breasts in his black-gloved hands until a drop of milk clung to the tip of the nipple, then he bent his lips to it and sucked until the milk flowed into his mouth. It was sweet and delicious and he bid Delanna to try some. She took the other tit between her lips and bit into it crudely. The girl screamed out in pain and Morgo slapped her across the face. She pulled roughly at his dick in retaliation and he threw her to the ground.
"You shall be punished for this," he told her harshly. "Nobody handles me so roughly."
They each took one of her arms and dragged her off backwards to one of their hundreds of torture chambers. Here she was laid out on a flat table with her arms and legs splayed apart and secured with iron clasps around her wrists and ankles. Her breasts hung through holes in the table and her head hung over the edge. In this way, Morgo could he underneath on a feather mattress that put him at the right height for sucking her juicy tits, while his cock stuck up in the air under her face.
"Now suck, you bitch. And do it right or Delanna will take care of you."
Delanna stood at the far end of the table and began to pluck out the hairs of her pussy one by one. If the girl winced in pain and her teeth came in contact with Morgo's member, he would bit into her tit hard. She soon learned to overcome the slight pain of her pubis being plucked as it was much worse to have Morgo bite into her breast.
She licked his member voraciously with her wet tongue, thinking that perhaps if she did it well they would be kind to her in the future. She sucked down his member into her big red mouth but it was so large that she didn't have room for it all. He grew angry that she couldn't take it all in and began to squeeze her nipples and pinch them viciously between his nails. They continued to spurt their delicious milk no matter what he did to them, however.
Soon he was poking his large member down her throat and she was choking on it. Delanna decided that she didn't like the sputtering noises that Charlene was making, so she poked her claw up inside her cunt and scratched her down the inner surface of her tender twat. The girl's mouth opened wide in pain and Morgo smiled as he was finally able to ram his rod completely down her throat.
The spasms of her throat as she choked on the enormous length of him gave him great delight. It became thicker and thicker as her throat massaged it until she was gagging on it and sucking it deeper and deeper inside her. He could feel himself finally being aroused which pleased him greatly. He had taken his pleasure with so many whores that it took a lot to turn him on. He drove it down inside her hoping that he might suffocate her if only she would make him come.
In the meantime Delanna was taking great pleasure in thrashing the girl's rear-end. She was bobbing her body, as much as the clasps would allow her to, in an attempt to lift herself off of Morgo's suffocating cock. Each time her ass would rise into the air, however, Delanna would plunge one of her long nails inside her anus. She loved the smell of shit and would ream the girl severely with each poke to see if she could come up with a tender morsel.
Finally Morgo reached the limits of his passion. His huge dick was lodged deep inside the girl's throat and she shook her head violently from side to side, which had the effect of swiveling his member around inside her. He pulled her head down on top of him hard and exploded his reservoir of sperm which shot down her with the force of a cannonball.
She choked it down, but her head was blasted off his cock and thrown back with a force that made her neck crack painfully and her ass lie flat as her large stomach was propelled forward. Delanna was enraged that it hadn't come up to meet her finger as it was supposed to. She dug her hand deep inside the girl's tempting ass-hole and this time came up with a luscious gob of shit.
She held the morsel up for Morgo to admire and wagged it under her own nose and then that of her brother's so that they could savor the tempting aroma. Then she thrust it in front of Charlene's own nose. Her eyelids fluttered up in disgust. This pleased Delanna immensely. She didn't like people who couldn't tolerate the sight and smell of their own shit. It struck her as unnatural. She would punish the girl for her impudence. She shoved the fingerful of goo inside the girl's nostril and then made her lick the rest off the glove.
Needless to say Charlene was a hardy specimen. She had almost been choked and still she revived. Morgo and Delanna were truly amazed by her high tolerance to abuse. They would note it later in the records they kept. They were very interested in how much mistreatment their victims could sustain without fainting. The girls who withstood the most and the worst were allowed the pleasure of being fucked up the ass by Morgo at the end of the day.
It was obvious that Charlene was capable of going another round. Delanna thought up the delightful idea of milking her breasts to provide themselves with something to put in their coffee in the morning. Morgo laughed at the thought of this exotic drink. He complimented Delanna on her imagination and then unchained Charlene from the table and escorted her to a special chair that was close at hand.
Now she was seated on a throne of torture. They bound her thighs and her belly with special metal strips that were barbed, on one side to make sure that she sat up straight. Her arms were secured behind the low back of the chair with barbed wire that ran under her breasts and around her back. Then, as if this wasn't enough, her knees were chained to the sides of the chair so that her legs were spread wide apart, revealing what remained of her pubic bush. Delanna was pleased that she had removed enough of the hairs so that the labia were visible. It made her work easier. She was intent upon attaching a link of chain to the girl's cunt. She opened the link of iron with her bare hands, showing how powerful her fingers really were. Then she used a pair of pliers to close the link again. Charlene could feel it painfully fastening her labia together. She used both hands to clamp the link that would seal the girl's twat so that she would never have to worry about fucking anyone again.
Her labia swelled under the pinch of the pliers. Charlene's tongue hung out from between her lips as if with every tightening twist of the link it was being propelled from between her lips. Her clitoris swelled in front of the painful link of chain until the blood was running down it as if it were a spout, and Delanna bent to suck the red drops off.
Charlene could feel the lips between her legs and tried to concentrate on this small point of pleasure amidst all the pain. She could feel her torturer sucking delicately on her little clitty. Delanna spread her legs apart further with her strong hands driving the thighs into the barbed metal that surrounded them.
Then Morgo held her breasts between a wrench and started to drain her milk into a cup he held beneath it. It spurted out in thick drops and he kept squeezing his wrench tighter and tighter until the milk came pouring out in a steady flow. Her round breasts swelled as she tried to breathe. The simple process of taking in air sent throbs of pain through her whole body. It made every one of her spiked bonds dig into her flesh, torturing her beneath her weighty breasts, under her swollen stomach, and around her thighs. Each little point dug in making her whole body intensely sensitive. She was almost thankful for the spiked bonds which held her down as they diverted some of the pain from her cunt, which felt as if it had been mangled to a bloody pulp.
Morgo smiled at her pitifully. There was something absolutely spiritual for him in the milk which flowed from her breast. It was uplifting for him to be milking her in this way. It was as if she were the Madonna of the Inquisition. Her white milk purified his soul. He watched it run from her breast like tears.
Her nipples were large red eyes that begged for mercy. As he drained her breasts he felt his violence and passion running from him. He felt relief from all his tensions and his mind centered on the dripping nipple hypnotically. The steady ooze, and flow rested his weary mind. It was like watching a quiet stream that rains down an eternal spring of refreshing water. It dropped into the cup with a noise that seemed to reverberate against the cold stone walls of the castle.
"Brother, watch what you are doing. The cup is already full and about to run over. What are you thinking about so deeply? Don't let this witch hypnotize you," Delanna interrupted his thoughts.
Morgo put the saucer on the floor and picked up one that was empty. He went around to Charlene's other side to start on the fresh tit. The one he had been working over had grown noticeably longer and thinner. The nipple hung from it withered and dry. The untouched breast was full blown and he squeezed it with his hand, milking her like a cow. He dug his fingers into the white, smooth flesh, feeling it bulge forward under his hand. The milk spouted forth once again and he smiled down at his work.
"I hope this exercise does not make you weak. She is a mother of devils, yet you look upon her like she were a queen. Here let me do that." She grabbed up the pliers that he had abandoned. "You seem to grow weak at the sight of milk. From now on you must nourish your eyes with blood."
Morgo stood back to watch Delanna wring the milk from the girl's tit. She did it very methodically. She pressed the tongs of the pliers together just above the nipple and began to twist them around and around, switching her tool from hand to hand as she wrung the breast dry. He enjoyed the way Charlene wrenched against her bonds until the blood began to drip from the tiny scratches that were impressed on her by the sharp teeth of the metal ropes. He listened to her screams of pain which echoed through the castle. They were like a concert to him.
The girls in the dungeon below could hear Charlene's screams as well. They huddled together for warmth and held one another's hands fearfully trying to deafen themselves to the anguished screams that filtered down from above. They could not imagine what was happening to Charlene to make her scream so loud and long.
Finally the heavy door in the ceiling was lifted and a bundle came plummeting down the stairs. It was Charlene herself. She crawled her way through the dark to where her companions lay. There was no light to see her by, but they could feel the liquid blood oozing all over her body. And then they felt the link between her thighs and hid their faces in horror.
CHAPTER TWO
In the morning the Commandante made a trip to the castle to see how his decree was being carried out. He was a little bit curious how many prostitutes had been rounded up and wanted to make sure that his two agents would return to the city soon to round up any new ones who might wander into town.
The castle was located on the top of a steep hill. Though the day was sunny, once he had approached within a mile of the old headquarters of the Inquisition, a gloom seemed to descend on the surrounding area. He found his way to the portico by the light of two gleaming lanterns that were left outside. The mist clung to his clothing making his uniform damp and he began to sweat profusely though he felt chilled throughout his body. The castle was ghastly to behold. It was supernaturally ugly and the fog emitted a distinct odor of decay.
The Commandante knocked fearlessly at the huge wooden door. He could hear his knocking echo down the corridors inside. Finally Delanna answered his call and ushered him inside. If anything, it was even colder within the walls of the castle. He asked immediately for the girls to be brought before him for review.
Delanna took him into the breakfast room where he was served coffee and cake with Morgo. A girl named Grace brought them breakfast on a silver tray. She was dressed in an apron that extended from her nipples to her pubic hairs. The ruffles covered a little of the top of her large breasts but they hung out roundly at the sides, and another ruffle covered all but the bottom curls of her twat. The Commandante found her costume very alluring.
He dipped his cake into his coffee and sopped it into his mouth. The coffee was thick with milk and tasted extremely sweet and delicious. He complimented his agents on the breakfast and they smiled knowingly at one another. The Commandante asked for some more of the delicious cream for his coffee. He pinched Grace's ass rudely as she bent to pour it into his cup. He looked down the front of her apron to see her breasts swelling voluptuously under his hard stare.
"Now for the rest of the girls. I am anxious to see the crew that you brought in last night. We want no more of their kind on the streets of our fair city."
Morgo arose from the table and took his whip from a nearby chair before he left the room to go round up his prisoners. Within a few minutes he had herded them into the room. They were bound together by chains that attached them to one another by their wrists. The Commandante was slightly perturbed to see that they were all completely naked. Morgo snapped his whip across each of their backs sending them crashing to their knees on the floor.
"Bow before the Commandante. Perhaps he will show you some mercy. We have none so if there is any due you, it will have to come from him."
They lifted their frightened and imploring faces to the Commandante, but uttered not a word as they had been told that the first to say anything would be flogged severely for taking such a liberty.
"Why are they all naked when it is so cold in here. I have given them into your protection to be punished for their sins and not to be left to die of the cold. Take them away now, but I want them all dressed before my next visit. The choice of attire is up to you."
Grace had remained at his side after she was finished serving him. Now she bowed to her knees by his chair and thanked him from all of them for his mercy. He lifted her downcast face and saw the tears in her eyes. Though she had obviously been chosen as a favorite, he was pleased that she cared for the welfare of her sisters. It showed that there was a possibility of redemption even for a soul as darkened as her own. He asked for a private interview with the girl.
"How does one as young as you come into the life," he asked her when they were alone.
"Oh, sir. It was all a mistake. I come from England and was here for a vacation. My lover lost all his money at gambling and sold my affections to another man. He abandoned me here in Barcelona and I had no other choice but to take to the streets. A dishonored woman has no other choice in Spain."
"And do you like being a whore?"
"It was not my choice, but I like giving pleasure. It is better than only distributing pain as others do."
"You have been brought here to learn a lesson. I will let you give me pleasure but it is my duty to return it with pain in the hopes that you will change your mind and realize how closely associated the two are in this world. You must use your arts to subdue me. I want you to see that you will only succeed in raising the devil in me."
Grace thought that perhaps she could win the Commandante over with her charms. It seemed to her the only possibility of escaping the hellish world that had claimed her. If she could convince him to take her for a concubine then he might take her away from the castle. But they had contrary ideas of how she might be redeemed.
"Oh save me! You are my only hope. My body is young and sweet and I will do anything for you willingly, but you must take me away from here."
"You can only do that yourself," he told her as she clung around his neck passionately. She pressed her full red lips to his mouth and pressed her long wet tongue inside. He swallowed it down thirstily and squeezed her large round buttocks as he kissed her back.
Then he flung her to the ground viciously. He could feel the passion growing inside him. He felt guilty at how much he wanted to take her. He hadn't realized he was coming here to take advantage of his position as chief guardian over the whores. But now he realized that there were certain favors to be gained and he couldn't blind himself to the possibilities that arose in his mind. His morality was outraged by the thoughts that occurred to him. The only way to assuage both his bodily passion and his moral indignation, was to punish the girl while he loved her.
She lay on the stone floor with her face buried in the crook of her arm, her blonde hair surrounded her head like a halo. He drew the sword from its leather sheath at his side and whacked her white buttocks with the broad side of it. He could hear the resounding thwacks landing solidly and could see the red marks that he left on her smooth white skin. It seemed to satisfy something in him to beat her like this. He brandished the sword over his head and brought it down across her broad ass again and again until his arm grew limp and weak from his efforts.
Grace groaned exotically. He could see her face peeping through her hair. Her cheeks were a glowing red as she blushed as crimson in the face as her ass was from the beating. She bit into her own wrist to muffle her groans as he beat her. There was something distinctly amorous in the way she raised her head and her tear-stained eyes to look at him over her shoulder.
Suddenly he found himself bending over her and kissing her ass with his hot lips. She pushed her cheeks up into his face as if he were applying some salving balm to her wounds. He grasped her fleshy thighs with his hands and pressed his own cheek to the burning buttocks feeling the wounds swell next to his skin.
He raised himself over her again as if he hadn't known what he was just doing. He stood over her, looking down in astonishment. Then he nudged her body over on its back with the toe of his boot under her waist. She rolled over on her other side. Her apron was filthy from being exposed to the ground. He took the sword from its sheath once again and inserted the tip of it between her breasts. With one swift motion he had cleaved the thin material in two. It fell from her body exposing two enormous breasts and the round white stomach to his festering eyes. He poked the point of the sword in her navel and she squirmed under it with eyes staring at him in fright. He began to laugh uncontrollably and removed the sword.
He picked the girl up by her long blonde hair and dragged her to a corner of the room where a couch awaited them. He half-dragged her and she half-crawled towards it until she was lying prone and breathless on the narrow leather divan. She held her arms up to him in a gesture of pleading for mercy, but also indicating that he could take her if he wanted. He unbuttoned his trousers and let them drop to his boots exhibiting a large and palpitating erection. He sat down on her stomach and began removing his trousers over his narrow leather boots. They zipped open at the bottom to allow him to pull them off without removing his footwear.
He rose again and examined her body with a critical eye. She had wide hips and a narrow waist. Her figure was perfect in every detail.
Indeed he was anxious to take her but first he wanted to punish her some more. He rolled her off the couch with the toe of his boot. She fell heavily to the floor and he lay himself down in her place and bid her kiss his boots. He had her lick the dusty leather with her lascivious tongue until the boots shone and her tongue was blackened.
He massaged his lengthy cock as she cleaned his boots. Finally, it rose at a right angle to his body and he beckoned her to come and sit down on it. He pulled her onto him by grabbing her pubic hairs. He made her straddle the couch and his body as he maneuvered her down onto his erection by holding her bush between his knuckles. He could feel the hairs giving way as she got into position. Then he yanked at them with one last effort as she sank down on top of him. Her golden curls came out in his hand. Her lips parted in pain but also in pleasure as she felt herself impaled on his penis.
Now he grabbed her by the breasts. He grasped one tit in each hand and pulled her on and off him by raising and lowering her by her bosom. She breathed heavily and he could feel the mounds swelling erotically in his hands. He maneuvered each nipple between his knuckles and squeezed them viciously until she was screaming in pain. The central pimple of the nipples bulged like they would burst. He massaged them between his sharp fingernails watching the impression they left on the soft flesh.
She jumped up and down on him as she balanced her feet on the floor. He could feel himself swelling larger and larger inside of her. She was large and comfortable on him. The more he hurt her the more she bounced. He began slapping her tits with his large hands. They swung back and forth merrily and he could hear her groaning amorously as she rocked herself back and forth on his penis. She grasped his hairy thighs with her thin white fingers and he could see that she was enjoying herself as much as he was.
He felt his dick probing the back of her long canal. He bumped up against it hard, like a battering ram. His member exploded inside her and he squeezed her tits hard as he came. Then he pushed her off him and decided that he would have to make up for giving her more pleasure than he had intended.
From his pocket he withdrew a special stocking that fitted precisely over his penis. It had tacks stuck through from the inside out. They gleamed sharply in the beam of light that shone directly on them through the barred window. It was lined on the inside so that he could not feel the heads of the tacks. He brushed his palm across the outside of his sheathed member to feel the sharpness of his barbed weapon.
He sat down on the couch and beckoned her to kneel between his knees. She hesitated and then drew stealthily toward him until he could reach out and drag her to him. He secured her with his strong thighs and pushed her head down until she had his barbed weapon between her lips. The nails pierced her tongue and cheeks as she sucked, but he held her fast with his hands at the back of her head and around her throat. Soon there was blood dripping delightfully down the corners of her mouth and over her white chin. His member swelled once more making the tacks dig in even harder, finally he removed it from her mouth and made her bend backwards over the couch so he could probe her once again.
Her head dangled next to the floor and she propped herself up with her knees on the couch, bent back under her so that her twat was thrust up in his direction. He stood over her, poised between her thighs. Her knees were thrust wide apart so that he could see the dripping lips of her pussy which he had wet so recently with his own scum. He reached his hands forward to her breasts once again. The nipples shivered and wrinkled at the coldness of his touch. Then he poked the head of his barbed member into her tender twat. She held herself wide open to his bodily attacks by trying to make herself so big that she would not feel the teeth of his animal.
He lunged forward and she took him in up to the hilt then he pulled backwards and felt himself clawing her inside. The blood began to collect in her canal and he found that he could move easily and swiftly in and out of her.
She could feel his weapon wounding her. But her own blood dripped hotly and soothingly inside her. She held her knees wide apart so as to let him take his pleasure as quickly as possible. She thought that she might pass out from the pain, but wanted to stay conscious so that at least she might know what atrocities were performed on her body. She had a horror of perhaps waking up with her tits mangled and deformed as had happened to Charlene.
He probed it inside of her again and again. Sometimes her curling hairs would knot themselves around the nails and he would be tied to her. He lifted her under the ass now and moved her on and off him. His member emerged red from her cunt and she was horrified to see it. He would poke it back inside her with relief and then begin to shudder and throb between her tender loins. Finally she could feel the spasms of his dick inside her as he lunged one last time. Then he lay on top of her. His head hung down off the couch against her long white neck. He had shot a hot load and his penis diminished inside her. He could feel her heave a sigh of relief as her ordeal was over.
The Commandante was pleased with the lesson that he had taught Grace. She was penitent before him as he dressed once again. She even kissed his boots without him asking her to. She told him that she hoped that her wound would seal shut so that she would never be bothered by pleasure or pain again. But, unfortunately for her, Morgo had other ideas.
After the Commandante had left, he took Grace aside. He asked her how she had liked being loved by a chief of police. She told him that it made no difference to her who she loved as she thought that she would never be able to love another man because of what he had done to her.
The Commandante had enjoyed her and left quite happy. Morgo was pleased with her for this reason. However, he thought that she still deserved to be punished for making a mess of the little white apron that they had entrusted her with. He held the remains of the torn and soiled garment in his hand. He was angry as she had abused the privilege of being allowed to wear clothing.
He clapped an iron collar around her neck and dragged her off after him to be punished. The collar was cold against her slender neck. It was not really tight, but chaffed against her tender skin as he jerked her along by it. He held the end of a long chain that was attached to it and dragged her along the castle corridors like a dog.
He opened a heavy door to one of the thousands of chambers in the castle. She followed him down a long stairway, but he walked too quickly and she tripped and fell. He dragged her body down the stairs without giving her a chance to rise again. She was battered and bruised on the steps of the stairs by the time they reached the bottom. He picked her up in his huge, muscular arms and carried her across the room. She clung to him with her slender, white arms, feeling the leather of his jacket swell the muscles it contained.
She was glad that it was him who was going to punish her. She was much more frightened of Delanna. She was convinced that it was Delanna who had treated Charlene so brutally the night before. She had always managed to keep some sort of control over her clients, even the ones who demanded the use of cruel and unusual punishment on her body. She knew that Morgo was probably going to whip her, but she had been whipped before and that would be nothing compared to what she had just gone through with the Commandante.
She realized that if she stood up to the treatment well, Morgo might still consider her a favorite. She wanted to maintain her privilege of presiding at the breakfast table. Anything was better than remaining in the hell hole of the dungeon all day long. At least from the upper rooms it was possible to see the light of day. She also had hopes of getting to know the castle well enough to plan her escape. Everything depended on her pleasing Morgo.
Morgo placed her on the ground once again in front of the instrument of torture that he planned to use on her. She looked up at him piteously and tears welled up in her large blue eyes. He made her sit down on a large-toothed saw while he secured her knees on either side of it with chains. Then he turned her collar around so that the chain he had been holding dangled between her large white breasts. He thrust a thorny stick under her breasts and secured it to the chain. Then he wrenched her arms backwards and attached her wrists to a post far behind her. This made her breasts and neck move backwards and drove the thorns deeply into the flesh beneath her tits.
He drew a special triple-lash whip from next to the platform on which she knelt. She could feel the teeth of the saw sticking inside her cunt and the barbs digging into her breasts. She closed her eyes when she first gazed on the whip. It was truly terrifying to behold. The ends of the three leather strips contained steel balls each pronged with further thorns. He began to rain down blows on her breasts until she was moving back and forth painfully on the saw-toothed seat. Her nipples puckered erotically as he whipped them. He smiled as she turned her head away and grimaced with pain.
He flogged her on the shoulders and breasts until large welts began to swell. Then he whipped her some more until the barbs at the ends of the instrument began to dig into her flesh. They would stick there until he had to tug on the whip to remove them. They left long cuts in her white flesh that began to bleed slowly. The red droplets dripped down her body like tears, until he sank to his knees with pity and began licking the drops of blood away.
She felt his tongue moving over her large breasts with moist licks. She opened her eyes to see his armor plated helmet and inhaled deeply so that her nipples edged towards his mouth. Soon he was sucking on them like a child. They pointed inside his mouth and he drew them out with his lips. She began to groan at receiving so much pleasure after the pain she had undergone. It made the torture she had endured and was still going through almost worthwhile.
She sat back on the saw and one of the teeth shot up her tender ass, but the other one moved from inside her cunt at least. She found herself rocking her body back and forth on the teeth. She found it not completely unpleasant as she could choose herself where they should dig in. Then Morgo began to lift the stick that lay under her breasts. She could feel the thorns digging in as he drew her tits upwards in this painful way. But he rewarded her by placing tender kisses on the nipples and then, he unfastened the collar from around her neck.
He undid the other chains that bound her as well. Finally she was able to rise and stretch her limbs. He watched her massage her wrists with her fingers and then she bent down on her knees and began to kiss his boots of her own will.
He could not help the feeling of power that overcame him as her ass pushed up before him.
He raised the three-thronged whip once again and let it crash down with fury over her already bruised buttocks. To the purple welt that the Commandante had raised with his sword he added little scars and scratches as the thorny balls at the end of the whip became imbedded in her voluptuous ass.
Grace clung to his leather encased knees. She held him in her tight grasp and pressed her soft cheek up against the smooth, cool, black material. The feel of its texture helped her to endure the pain. The muscles that bulged inside the tight-fitting leather seemed to give her strength. As long as she could cling to his body that way, she didn't seem to mind the blows he released on her.
His penis hung down over her head. She could feel it wagging on top of her hair. She bent her face upwards until she could grasp it between her lips. She reached her mouth up to it and drew it inside her hot, bruised aperture. He felt her lips around him and dropped the whip upon the ground.
"How dare you touch me when I haven't asked you to?"
"I could not help myself. I felt it above me and I only wanted to touch it for a moment."
"You whore! Have I not beaten the lust out of you yet?"
"I thought that the Commandante had closed my hole for good. I thought I would never feel pleasure there again. But when I saw what the gods had given you, the length and breath of your enormous cock, I felt the fire well up in me again stronger than ever."
"Since you want it so badly, I shouldn't give it to you. I should let you wither with lust. But you are so strong that I can't help admiring you in some measure. You have stood up to your punishment well and it is for that alone that I shall reward you. At least you seem aware that you deserve the punishment you receive at my hand."
Morgo felt that she was worthy of receiving his fleshy penis. Perhaps this was the only thing that would put real fear into her. There weren't many women who could stand up to the torturous size of his member. For as long as he could remember they had always screamed in fear at the sight of his huge cock. From the very first time he had had to bind down a woman in order to get her to receive it. They had forced him to be cruel. Now he would show this spirited girl that she had bargained for more than she was capable. She would beg to be whipped rather than have him go down on her again once he was done with her.
He carried Grace back to the stairs. He liked the feel of her soft body in his arms. She was so round and white and yielding. He felt that he would be able to crush her if he held her too tightly. Her pointy breasts stuck into his leather-covered chest, but he could feel the nipples press tensely into him even through the protecting material. They felt as hard as nails.
He licked her body. It was made for punishment. It seemed as if no amount of torture could have any permanent effect upon her. But soon he would find out just how well she was built.
He laid her down across the top steps. Her breasts lay on one and the rest of her body spanned four more with her buttocks resting on the top-most stair. He sat himself on the top-step and stretched his legs underneath her thighs. In this way he lifted her ass to the level of his club-like member. He inserted the tip of it inside her anus, and pulled her from the waist until she was stuck onto him like a jelly apple on a stick.
Grace could feel him tight inside her. Her cunt felt completely withered and had the effect of making her ass-hole feel larger than ever. She placed her hands palms down on the step beside her breasts. She propelled herself backwards, up and onto him. She could feel her tight anal muscles give way before his hard member. He was enormous and she didn't know how she was going to take it all in. She thought that she had about as much of him inside her as she was able to take, but there was still more left outside than she had been able to accept within herself.
He felt her choking his dick with her tightness. He would have to do something about her before he took his pleasure. He picked up his feet and put his boots under her armpits. Then he straightened his knees and shoved her off his cock and down the stairs. She fell forward on her face and then did a somersault to the bottom of the flight. He followed her down and stepped over her body as he went to find his whip once again.
He returned to her and spread her worn body on the ground, seating himself once again on a step above her. He picked up her body by the cunt and propelled the thick handle of his whip up her anus. She was only semi-conscious after her fall down the stairs, but she felt the searing pain as he drove the ten-inch handle inside her. He pumped it in and out and she felt as if she would be pulled inside out. He twisted it around and around breaking the muscles to his will. When he was satisfied that he had stretched her, he lifted her ass to his face and, spreading the cheeks painfully apart, spit inside her ass-hole.
Now she was ready to receive him. He placed her legs over his thighs once again and lifted the enormous weight of his member until the tip of his dick adhered to her spit-sticky anus. He propelled it inside her powerfully, drawing her onto him by her hips which he held in his cruel, gloved grasp. Her cheeks fell aside to receive him. Her muscles seemed no longer to have the strength to refuse him and he slipped inside her without too much of a struggle.
He felt her tight ass-hole surrounding his swollen member. His spit had moistened her anus enough for him to be able to slide her on and off without too much difficulty. As he thrust her forward he could feel his dick come free from her tightness and breathe again, then he pulled her back on him with a feeling of great tension as she held him enclosed in her thighs. He began to move her ass around him with his hands. He picked up the whole lower-half of her body and moved it around his member. He felt himself swelling and throbbing inside her.
Suddenly, he rose to his feet with her still attached between his legs. She had to stand on her hands while he held her under the thighs. He began swinging her from side to side with no care to whether she hit against the wall or not. He let her fall off him and then pulled her back on again as her legs dangled helplessly behind him.
She felt the blood rush to her head. Her lower body had no feeling at all except for that of being stretched to the bursting point. Then she felt him moving inside her. His dick would lunge forward like a snake striking and battering the back of her anal canal. She felt as if she were being cleaved in two. He no longer withdrew himself to let her catch her breath, but just pulled her onto him tighter and tighter until she could feel him piercing her guts. Finally she could stand it no longer and screamed out in a long cry of pain. At that moment she felt herself dashed with his sperm and fainted at the scalding hot lava that rushed inside her.
CHAPTER THREE
After the Commandante left the palace, Delanna entertained herself in the chamber of tortures. This was a room in one of the towers that housed the most ghastly array of pain inflicting instruments that were ever conceived by human imagination. These tools had survived hundreds of years since they were first designed for use by the Inquisition.
There were whole suits of armor that were completely lined with spikes. There were chastity belts with large locks that were rusted shut. Every variety of whip was displayed in a showcase on one wall: bullwhips, cat-o'-nine-tails, double and triple goads. Then, of course there was a bed of nails, and several boxes which could be filled by a head or a foot and then squeezed so that the sides were pushed together by means of a vise that crushed the contents.
Delanna had no trouble whatsoever imagining these various instruments in use. She was mechanically inclined so that she had no problem figuring out how the various machines worked. She had spent many happy days in this room greasing the cogs and wheels of the machinery so that when the day came they would be ready for use. Now she selected some of her favorite devices. She wanted to continue teaching the runaway, Beta, her lesson.
She went down to the dungeon to find the girl. She carried her whip as usual and scattered the other women until she found the one she was looking for. Beta was concealed behind a column where she cowered in fear. But Delanna's sharp eyes quickly became accustomed to the gloom and she spotted her victim before very long.
"Come with me, my dear. I have selected some clothing that I want you to try on. I think that it will look very well on you. What's the matter? Don't you trust me?" She asked Beta who was covering her head with her arms. "You remember what the Commandante said, these girls must wear clothes. I have selected some for you. Now follow me upstairs or I will drive you ahead of me with the whip, if you prefer."
Beta raised herself from the floor. Her face still had the scars from her encounter with Delanna the night before. She was completely cowed however and ready to follow any instructions she might be given. She figured that the best way to avoid punishment would be to follow orders and be completely submissive. She was wrong, however. Delanna enjoyed nothing better than a girl who gave a little fight.
"What's the matter with you?" Delanna scolded her. "You look like you've been frightened by a ghost. You've been treated only as you deserve up till now. But I'll give you something to be afraid of. You'll learn to walk straight and stop cringing like that. I can't stand it."
Delanna applied the whip to the girl's naked back. She stooped over Beta; she straightened up immediately and began to run. Her ass bounced delightfully and Delanna ran behind her smacking the whip smartly against her buttocks. She would train this young filly to hold her head proudly. She would be honored to be the ward of Delanna who was known throughout the country for her mastery. The girl could have no better mistress and she would teach her how to behave.
Finally, Beta reached the end of the long corridor. She entered the last room and flattened herself against the wall. There was no place left to hide. Delanna came up behind her and pressed herself sensuously against the girl's scarred back. She reached her hands around her and closed her hands amorously around Beta's breasts. The girl fell back into her arms and burst into tears.
Delanna turned her around and pressed her body against her own naked breasts. Her arms and shoulders were covered by a kind of jacket that allowed her breasts to hang freely when she chose to shove the protecting leather aside. She felt the girl's nipples bristling sensitively against her own. She rubbed her body against the other's until she could feel her own nipples harden.
The girl sobbed on her shoulder and Delanna began to laugh. She reached her hands down to Beta's tender ass and massaged the cheeks with her leather-gloved hand. Beta began to cling to her shoulder and rub up and down against her mistress. Then Delanna pushed her an arm's length away and surveyed the girl's lusty body.
Beta had large round tits with small nipples that protruded delightfully at the tips. Delanna bent her head to the breast and sucked a nipple between her lips. She sucked on it delicately until she could feel the girl melting in her arms. Then she bit into it viciously with her teeth, and felt Beta writhe and tense up incredibly.
She took great delight watching him writhe with pain.
Delanna reached up and placed her hands on the girl's shoulders. She pressed her down to her knees. The girl felt herself sinking under the strong pressure of Delanna's hands. The woman was incredibly powerful and she felt helpless against her. She sank to the ground and clasped Delanna around the hips in a bid for mercy. Delanna just pulled down the elastic from around her thighs so that the strip of leather that protected her crotch fell away.
Delanna stepped behind Beta so that she straddled the girl's legs. Then she pressured the girl's head backwards until she was arched in a perfect back bend and her head was inserted between Delanna's marble white thighs. The girl began to suck on her mistress's cunt from this painful position. But at least it was better than the whip.
While Beta thrust her tongue inside Delanna's nether lips, the woman played with her tits again. She tweaked the nipples arousingly and the girl's tongue would whirl around her clitoris. She began pulling on the nipples and felt the tongue slide inside her cunt. She pinched the girl's nipples until they shriveled into two hard points. The girl began to suck her out delightfully.
Beta sucked and reamed with all her might. Delanna's pungent juices poured down over her face and she swallowed them down her throat as well. She plunged her tongue around the labia and felt the hairs bristle on her lips.
Some of the blonde curls came out and she swallowed those as well. She grasped her mistress's thighs and pulled her down onto her face until Delanna's whole weight was supported by her. She was like a human chair, bowed back until she thought she would break, but she still kept reaming away at the cunt that was lodged on her tongue, hoping to ward off any plans that Delanna might have by prolonging her pleasure.
Delanna was writhing on top of Beta's mouth, pumping herself on and off it with her knees. Finally, she pressed into it with all her weight and squeezed the girl's tits tightly between her fingers. She whirled her ass around and held the girl's head between her powerful thighs as she tensed her body for its ultimate pleasure. Then she oozed her juices into the girl's mouth and opened her cunt up wide so that it mushed over the girl's nose as well as her mouth. She came copiously and Beta began to choke on the copious fluids that she released.
"Well, well, a lesbian whore," Delanna remarked as she dismounted and pulled her leather suit back into place over her crotch. "Lesbianism is worse than even whoredom. You shall be punished severely for this. Don't look so shocked. Did you expect to seduce me so easily? Did you think that I would be appeased by your perverted talents? I was just trying you. And you fell for it. Now you shall be punished for your wickedness."
Delanna disappeared from the room momentarily. Beta was too frightened to move from the spot where she stood. Her hand was pressed to her mouth and her eyes were wide open with fright. She glanced from one wall of the empty room to the other. There was no place to hide in here. The room was completely bare.
Soon Delanna returned carrying a metal helmet under her arm and a wooden apparatus in the other. She placed them on the floor and beckoned Beta to her.
"This is your new uniform," she informed the girl. "Here, I'll help you put it on."
She raised the heavy iron helmet over the girl's head. It was attached to a shoulder plate that was lined with nails. This half tunic hung down over the tops of her breasts and part of her back. The nails came into painful contact with her smooth skin if she budged her head. There was a stick thrust through the front opening of the helmet that she could grip with her teeth in an effort to control the movement of the nails against her body.
Delanna helped Beta into some high-heeled boots which made it all the more difficult for her to keep her balance. She made the girl walk around the room several times to see how the shoulder plates swayed against her back and breasts as she tottered on the high heels.
Then she completed the uniform with the wooden apparatus that was something she had been dying to try out since she had first discovered it. First a leather girdle was suspended from Beta's hips. This attached under her crotch to a rubber washer. Then two leather thongs were fastened over her knees, with a wooden bar suspended between them. Finally, another wooden piece extended perpendicularly from the first bar between her knees. This fitted perfectly through the washer and stuck up into her cunt. As the girl would walk, the action of her knees would drive the bar with a twisting motion up into her snatch.
Delanna admired the apparatus as the girl stood before her. She stroked the long rod that probed up into her cunt. It was smooth and wooden and quite thick for its purpose. She placed herself in the center of the room and grabbed a thick rope that hung from the front of the nail encrusted tunic. By means of this she was able to pull Beta around in a quick trot. If the girl didn't move at the proper pace the nails would dig cruelly into her back.
Beta was controlled like a pony on a lead in a corral. To enhance the effect, Delanna prodded her from behind with her whip. Thus the girl was pulled forward and lashed from the rear. As she ran in circles the wooden shaft drove up hard between her legs.
Beta felt the coat of nails flailing her flesh painfully. No matter how fast she ran she couldn't get away from it. But the faster she ran the harder the stake between her legs was turned inside her. She felt the wooden pole reaming her out and stretching her cunt. It seemed to be polishing her inside, but soon the agitation of it inside her amorous canal made her begin to ooze her luscious juices. The pole began to work into her more comfortably as she greased it with her honey. Soon she was almost enjoying it.
Delanna drove her round and round in circles until she was quite dizzy. The pole between her legs was beginning to excite her. No matter how fast she moved she couldn't drive it in any deeper. It remained poked tantalizingly between her lips but wouldn't reach in to satisfy her. She was sweating from sprinting and frustration. Finally she tripped and fell down heavily, landing on her shoulder so the nails dug deep into her flesh.
Delanna showed her no mercy but began to flog her viciously for her clumsiness. Finally she had to help her to her feet and began to run her faster than ever.
Beta became dizzier and dizzier until she could stand it no more. She fell to her knees so that the rod finally poked more deeply into her aroused twat. She kneeled there propping herself up and down on her knees so that she could get a little pleasure with which to resist all the pain. Delanna flogged her ass mercilessly from the rear, but she still kept plunging herself on and off the pole between her legs. The goad of the whip only urged her on. And, finally, she achieved her pleasure and felt her insides melt and drip down the wooden pole with delight.
Beta began to laugh deliriously at having outsmarted her torturer. As her breast heaved with convulsive laughter the nails were driven deeply into her flesh, but she didn't care. Delanna was not pleased that Beta had managed to reach a climax. She undid the pole from between her legs and made her take it up the ass.
Beta lay on the nails that spread over her breast while Delanna worked the pole in behind her. She put her heeled boot on the girl's lash-scarred buttocks as she drove the pole up her anus with mighty shoves. She sweated profusely as she worked it inside her victim. Finally the pole broke off and splintered. Delanna immediately took the frayed end of the stick and rammed it inside the irritated anus. The girl screamed out in pain as she felt the splinters sticking inside her.
Delanna just looked on with pleasure and left the pole sticking out. Then she got an idea for finishing off the session. She began knocking the pole into Beta's ass-hole with the bottom of her boot. She kept landing tremendous blows on the end of it until it would go in no deeper. Then she dragged the girl back to the dungeon. She grasped her around the waist and hauled her off on her ass with the end of the stick bouncing against the hard, stone ground. But Beta could no longer feel it as she was by this time unconscious.
Delanna rolled her victim down the stairs to the horror of the other inmates. Her fury was aroused because her plan for torture had not included the pleasure that Beta had taken. This had spoiled her afternoon and now she was out for blood.
She selected a young Spanish girl from all the others. Mara was slender and quiet. She had lovely dark eyes that seemed to show all the fear that kindled in her soul. She made Delanna feel very powerful because she was so small and frail-looking. She took the girl by the hand and led her upstairs.
"Why are you so frightened? Is it because you are a bad girl? I want you to tell me some of the naughty things you have done. How many men have you been with?" she inquired conversationally.
"I don't know. Hundreds I suppose. What difference does it make. Once is enough to damn you to hell for eternity." She cast her lovely eyes down shyly.
"You are wise for one so young. Tell me what is the worst thing you have ever done?"
"Once I went to a man's house and after he had taken his pleasure with me he let his dog have me."
"How did that feel? Tell me truthfully, did you like it?"
"The dog licked out my pussy with its great wet tongue and I liked that. The dog did that better than any man I have ever known. But then it leaped upon my back from behind and kept biting me on the waist as it humped me. It had a great red, sticky dick that shot inside me very hot. But it could not get enough and it kept at me for over an hour until I fell down before it was exhausted."
"That was very, very bad. We shall have to punish you for taking so much pleasure in so great a sin as bestiality."
"I don't care. Do what you will. I only hope it will help to cleanse my soul. If I ever escape this hell hole I will choose some different way of life even if I have to beg. At least beggars go to heaven."
Delanna was pleased by this girl's self-effacing attitude. She would be a willing victim. Delanna liked it when her victims enjoyed the torture she supplied. There had been some in the past who had been greatly appreciative of her finesse and artistry. She decided to use one of her favorite treatments on this girl. She did not want to destroy her slender body, but only to abuse it a little. It would not take much to arouse this tender creature to the peak of pain.
Delanna had the girl he down on a round table that had clasps set into its surface. She fitted the girl into the grips that held her wrists and ankles securely in a splayed position. The girl relaxed on the table and shut her eyes waiting for blows to rain down on her body. But Delanna didn't like to do what was expected of her.
Instead she bent over the girl from above and kissed her sweetly on the lips. She probed her tongue into the girl's mouth and asked her if she had kissed any women before. The girl answered that she had done it all. There was nothing that could be done to her that hadn't been tried before. Delanna set out to prove her wrong.
She took a long goose feather from a drawer in a sideboard at the other end of the room. She poked the feather sensuously under the girl's arm. She began to writhe erotically, bouncing her body on the table, but was unable to get away from the tickling because her bonds held her tightly in place. She began to laugh hysterically with her tongue lolling erotically out of her mouth. Delanna jumped up and grasped the wiggling tongue as it whipped through the air. She sucked it inside her own mouth until the girl began to quiet down.
Then she began tickling her breasts with the feather. She whisked it over the flesh gently and the girl sighed under the pleasurable sensation. Then she poked at the nipple with it and the nipple began to shrivel and pucker delightfully. Delanna bent over the tense and tender tidbit and began biting into the central pimple voraciously. The girl began to moan and she began to tickle once more. Mara beat her ass up and down against the table chafing at her bonds until her wrists and ankles were red and sore.
Then Delanna began to work the feather into the lips of her cunt. She wiggled the feather at the girl's little clitty which grew firm upon contact with it. She probed and poked the feather inside the girl's cunt until she was swiveling her hips around it delightfully. Before long the feather was no longer of any use as it became as wet as a rag from the girl's freely flowing juices.
Now that she had her victim all soft and yielding, Delanna was ready to really begin her work. She took some clothes pins from another drawer of the sideboard and attached them to the girl's tense, protruding nipples. She twisted the pins around and around and then let them go so they unwound themselves quickly in the other direction, throwing the pin off. She did this again and again until the nipples were all swollen; then she just left them there to pinch while Mara writhed on the table trying to shake them free.
Now Delanna brandished her whip. She flexed it in her arms once or twice to test its strength and then snapped it loudly over the girl's body. Mara began to tremble uncontrollably as she saw the whip flitting over her confined body.
Delanna began to twitch the whip delicately between the girl's legs. She snapped it against her golden thighs so that the flesh quivered spasmodically. Then she worked her lashes up into the cove of her thighs and snapped it against the lips of Mara's twat. The girl began to scream painfully. Delanna rained more and more blows down on the tender lips until they were swollen beyond recognition.
Then she got a clamp with which she fastened the labia aside so that she could see her way to the girl's sensitive clitoris and the opening of her cunt. She twitched her whip inside the girl's legs striking down at the clitoris and letting the whip encircle the tender morsel. Delanna was an excellent marksman and had no trouble wrapping the thin end of the whip around the tiny clitoris and then flicking it off it painfully. The whip wrenched the clitty from the girl's body momentarily so that her whole body was raised off the table.
Mara could feel the blows landing accurately and painfully between her thighs. The whip stung like a hornet and she could feel nothing else except the tenderness and hurt that rang inside her twat. Then as the blows came faster and faster she began to enjoy the pain somewhat. She began to pant. The pain was excruciating but exquisite. She couldn't help feeling how wet she was getting whether it was with her blood or her honey she didn't know. All she knew was that the sting of the whip was getting her aroused. Suddenly she didn't want it to stop. She wanted it to continue. She writhed under the blows of the whip until all her strength was spent and she was creaming onto the table. Delanna was pleased by the pleasure as long as she could do it with the whip. It seemed to indicate how expert she was at her art.
She finally quit flaying the girl but found that she had grown tremendously excited from her exertion. She took the thick handle of her whip and after unfastening her girdle shoved it up inside her own cunt. The handle was moist from the sweat of her palm and hot from her hand. It eased into her hard and thick and she worked it in and out of herself before Mara's eyes.
She jumped up and down with the long tail of the whip dangling between her legs. She let it slip in and out of her thighs and shut her eyes tightly with pleasure. She could feel the taut thickness of the leather handle as it hit the back of her canal. She had always known how to give herself pleasure and her whip was her favorite instrument.
Delanna grabbed herself with her other hand. She probed her fingers between her lips and felt for her own large clitoris. It was already stiff with pleasure. She began pulling at it with her claw-like nails. Digging them into her own flesh and feeling the exquisite pain she inflicted on herself as well as the stout whip up her twat. She had always liked to show off in front of other women. She liked to prove her independence. She showed Mara how much pleasure she was able to give herself. She was a supreme egotist and didn't need anyone else to help her to her pleasure.
She worked the hard, black handle in and out of herself quickly and strongly. Finally she jammed it hard up inside her and felt her insides melting on it. She came hot and heavy until the juices were running down the whip and her hands. She removed the whip and licked the length of the handle and then sucked the whole thing inside her mouth. She liked nothing better than to taste the sweetness of herself in this way.
Mara watched this ritual with astonishment. She had never met anyone like Delanna in all her days as a whore. This woman was some sort of magnificent freak and she couldn't help admiring her extreme way of doing things. She seemed to know all the secrets of sexual desire and of perversion as well. This knowledge had made her all-powerful in the realm of whores. Mara couldn't help being jealous but she also hoped that Delanna would teach her some of her secrets.
"Delanna, you are wonderful. I've never met a woman so magnificent and powerful as you are. Please don't ever let your brother touch me but keep me as your own personal slave."
Delanna found herself pleased with this small speech of Mara's. It touched her in her ego for it seemed-likely that she did not have a heart.
"Chiquita mia," she pronounced tenderly. "You will only suffer at my hands." She helped Mara down from the table after unfastening her ties. "You will be my little spy and tell me if the others try to plot anything."
"And if I find out some information, then will you make love to me as only one woman can to another?"
"We will see what the future brings. I will make no promises."
Delanna escorted Mara back to the dungeon. But because this girl had given her so much pleasure she decided to give the girls a treat. She and her brother led the girls outside to gather some hay for beds. They thought it would be wise to keep the girls in good health for the next time the Commandante chose to visit the castle.
Morgo and Delanna distributed caps to the girls. They were black gabardine garments with hoods. The group followed Morgo out the front gate in single file with Delanna bringing up the rear. They looked like an order of monks such as those sworn to silence. Not a word was whispered so that all that could be heard was the whistling of the wind in the trees, and the mournful cry of a jay in the trees.
The girls were led to an ancient barn where the horses were kept and an ample supply of hay stored. They were given burlap bags in which to gather up their bundles. Morgo and Delanna stood over them with whips in hand.
"Why, this is a truly medieval scene," Morgo commented. "I feel like the lord of the manor out with his serfs for a morning of honest labor. Now bend your backs, my girls, unless you want the tickle of my whip on your legs." Morgo snapped his whip meaningfully at the tender calves of the girls as they worked.
He was having a good time working Grace over. He made her dance with the rhythm of the whip at her ankles. She stomped around in the hay with her cape flying up around her shoulders revealing her feminine form in the nude. Morgo and Delanna delighted in her painful prancing and could not take their eyes off her.
Suddenly Delanna felt someone tugging at her arm. It was Mara. She pointed frantically at a horse that was making its way towards the door.
"Look," she cried. "Sylvia and Maria are trying to escape!" With this, the door flew open and the two girls jumped on the horse's back and began to gallop off.
In an instant Morgo was mounted on a large black steed that reared inside the barn and practically trampled several people under its ironclad hooves. He raced after the two fleeing women. He had the advantage of being alone on his horse, but then the two of them together probably did not weigh as much as he.
Delanna and the others watched at the door to see what would happen in the end. The girls hoped that the two would escape. This would be good news in that they were beginning to think that the castle had an evil spell cast over it which made it impossible for anyone to leave. Delanna seemed confident that Morgo would win the race. He was a good horseman and knew that they wouldn't stand a chance against his whip once he got into striking range.
Morgo's horse steamed from his nose and his flanks as he hit his steed with the handle of his whip. The horse surged forward powerfully and leaped over a fence which the two escapees had had to circumnavigate. In this way he caught up with them as they headed for the road that led back to civilization.
He raised his whip high in the air and circled the cracking leather over his head. Then he let the coil fly out through the fog until it wrapped itself around the bodies of the fleeing creatures. There was one last moment when they looked around and saw their fate with wild eyes and hair flying in all directions of the wind. Then they both plunged heavily onto the ground, and disappeared from view.
They could only see Morgo's horse rearing up in the air in victory over and over again. It looked as if he were trampling their bodies into the ground, though they could not be sure. All they saw was the horse's red eyes gleaming through the mist. All they heard was Morgo's evil laughter.
CHAPTER FOUR
Morgo tied up his two victims in heavy rope and dragged them back to the castle along the ground. They were secured together in a net of rope, their arms and legs completely intertwined so that you would have never recognized the shape of the bundle they made as anything human.
Morgo unbound the two and took them down to the cellar while the others were fed their dinner upstairs. He tied the sinners to the clammy walls of the dungeon by the metal chains left over from the days of the Inquisition. Then he whipped them soundly over their smooth white asses. These two fresh mounds had never been touched before and he delighted in making the first inroads in their snowy flesh.
He landed great whacking blows on their large buttocks and they pressed their breasts up against the wall, feeling the slime ooze down between their tits. The trickling filth felt relieving and took some attention away from their burning behinds. They took their punishment silently and Morgo was pleased to see that they would be able to stand up to more mistreatment.
These whores were strong, he thought to himself. There was no end of punishment that they could endure. Grace had recovered marvelously from her first session with him. Already she was able to dance again. He looked forward to having a second meeting with the girl, but he was busy now. His work was cut out for him by the events of the morning. He looked forward to teaching these two their first lesson in behavior.
Of the two girls he chose the American, Sylvia. He preferred blondes and Delanna liked brunettes, and so they were always able to divide their work conveniently between themselves. Sylvia was a broadly built wench who looked like she would hold up well under torture and provide her persecutor with hours of pleasurable entertainment.
He decided that Sylvia would look well in chains. He loved the shine of metal against naked skin. He liked to watch it dig into white flesh and leave its own impression there. He would hoist this girl into the air by her Amazonian breasts and contemplate her body while it swung in the air. She would get her freedom. She would hang in thin air and he would plug her as she swung.
For this experiment Morgo armed himself with a supply of rope and thick chain and two iron rods. He dragged Sylvia off to a high narrow room that once may have been used as a chapel. There was a domed roof that had a cross-beam running just beneath it from one wall to another. He threw his rope up over the beam and then began to tie Sylvia up in a torturous position.
He thrust the bar on top of her breasts and made her hold it there with her own hands while he tied some pieces of rope around her tits and secured these tightly to the bar. In that way her breasts were held firmly in place and bulged delightfully forward in the roundest of shapes as the ropes tended to cut them off from the rest of her body.
From this bar he attached a chain that encircled her waist and secured her hands behind her back. Now he attached the bar that held up her breasts by a link at each end to the ends of the rope that dangled from the cross-beam. He then hoisted her into the air so that he could finish tying her up in the most cruel of all possible ways.
Her feet were not allowed to touch the ground so that she was hanging solely from the breasts which made her grimace painfully. He smiled at her tenderly.
"Oh, this is nothing. Just wait until I am finished and then you can complain."
He thrust a clamp between her legs. It fitted its hooks perfectly into the opening of her cunt and then folded over her pubis forming a link that he attached by further chains to each side of the crossbar from which she swung. A girdle went around her hips with a crotch piece of rubber that was secured so that it held her labia apart. Her cunt hung wide open and he stuck his gloved fingers inside her. It was wide and hot and he looked forward to trying it out, but first he must finish securing her.
He attached more links of chain to the shackles that she had previously acquired down in the dungeon. These chains were hoisted up behind her and secured around her hips so that her knees were bent and she would have been squatting if she had been touching the ground. Finally Morgo shoved another rod between her legs. It had a fitted piece on each end of it that held her knees wide apart. Her cunt was deliciously open and Morgo peered inside it exploratorily. He massaged it and smelled the sticky juices that were secreted onto his glove.
Morgo was not amazed that a whore could be excited even in such a position as the one that Sylvia maintained. He had witnessed this phenomenon before. The more painful you made their punishments the more they seemed to cream. Just look at how wide she held herself open to him.
The last piece of adornment Morgo used to dress the girl was a thin leather mask made of strips that fitted over her nose and forehead. From the strips was hung a bar that passed through her mouth and was attached to the ropes from which she hung from the the cross-beam. The mask made her look like some kind of beast. She looked truly monstrous and distorted with her body chained in this unnatural position.
Morgo thought that the torturers of the Inquisition would be proud of his work. It was both imaginative and painful to the victim. He had made of Sylvia a human chandelier. Now he hoisted her high above him to view his work from a new angle. Her ass hung down white and the cheeks ballooned out over the chains that constricted her thighs as the crease where her buttocks began.
He began to swing Sylvia around in the air. She teetered back and forth from the beam. Her eyes were full of fear at the thought that she might fall and be smashed on the stone floor. Then Morgo lowered her to his own level and began diddling her cunt once again. He inserted three fingers inside and moved them around until he could feel her interior muscles clinging to his fingers.
Sylvia liked the feel of his cold glove inside her. It seemed to adhere to the inside of her tender canal and pull the skin about delightfully. Her breasts felt like they were about to be severed from her body but she tried to concentrate on the feeling in her cunt which was much more to her liking. She could see Morgo's huge member sticking out from his leather pants as it always did. It was thicker than any of the ropes that bound her and suddenly she was almost happy that she hadn't escaped. It was almost as if she had pulled the prank to attract his attention. She had been watching his thick and enormous member for days with a desperate longing.
Now, finally he was going to plunge it between her moist thighs. If he wanted to have her bound in chains she would go through this ritual any time just to have his big dick jammed up inside of her. It was worth the pain to experience a superhuman cock such as the one she saw before her. Her cunt yearned for him. She felt it open as the cold clamp dug into the sensitive flesh at the opening of her vagina. The draft that ran through the castle was tingling her twat as it blew freely into the yawning aperture.
Morgo twisted her around and around and then let her fly free so that she twirled in dizzying circles before him. He lashed out at her tits and buttocks as her body flew past him, around and around. There were a million games that could be played with this toy he had created. He liked the feel of her flesh as he dug his hand between her buttocks or into her cunt.
Her flesh just hung down weakly. It seemed to have no muscle at all. Her position confined all her muscles from any usefulness whatsoever.
Finally he tired of his game and grabbed her forcefully by her tits. He pulled them painfully by the upstanding nipples until her cunt came in contact with his dick. He swung her onto him, grasping her around her large behind. The bar that held her knees apart pushed against his legs and he shoved all his weight against it as he pulled her onto him. This drove the bar up higher between her thighs and made her legs stand even further apart. Sylvia felt as if they would break off at any moment but still she felt his big cock planted firmly inside her.
He worked her on and off himself, swinging her rhythmically back and forth on her rope. He could feel his dick woosh into the big opening and then contact the tighter tissues inside. He would ram it in hard at this point feeling her slide onto him like a tight glove. He sank in deeper and deeper with each thrust until he could feel himself buried inside her hothouse and started to jiggle her up and down like a puppet.
She moved sensitively on his dick and he felt the point of his shaft thicken and throb. He swung her on and off of it again and again. She absorbed him completely. He could pierce her so easily in this position. She was held completely open as no other women ever had been before. He felt himself bursting inside her. He plunged it into her molten thighs over and over until every last drop of his sperm was shot up her.
She bit at the rod in her mouth like a rabid beast. He had tamed her and made her willing to accept him. He was proud of himself for having invented this new form of pleasure, for that is how he thought of it. And for him it was new. Never had he found a cunt so open to receive him before.
In the meantime, the girls were organizing themselves down in the dungeon. Delanna had removed Maria from her bonds and taken her upstairs for further punishment. The girls, however, were planning some tricks of their own. They schemed against Mara who had made it impossible for anyone to escape. They didn't want a spy in their midst when they made plans for the future.
Two girls held her arms and another two held her legs so that she was splayed on the ground. Neja, a Morroccan girl, sat on her face so she could not scream. Her cunt came into the girl's mouth. Neja warned her that if she tried any funny business she would personally cut off one of her breasts. Mara didn't bother to struggle as she was truly of a submissive nature.
Mara sucked on the girl's labia and then drew her long clitoris into her mouth. She twirled it succulently with her tongue as Neja squeezed her breasts. She squeezed the nipples painfully between her jagged fingernails. She made the centermost pimple of nipple pop up and then pushed her finger into it so it had to recede inside itself. The girls laughed as they watched the spy being mistreated.
Finally Grace came up with a snake that she had caught in a corner of the dungeon. It slithered erotically on her arm spitting its forked tongue evilly from its mouth. The girls admired the catch. Grace put two fingers on either side of its head forcing its jaws open so that they could all see its sharp fangs.
"Let's shove it up her," cried Neja as she rode up and down on Mara's face. "Go ahead stick it in her twat and then she'll really start eating me. Give her a little excitement. Maybe it's poisonous and we'll get rid of the spy. She'll die a natural death," she laughed ironically.
Grace kneeled down between the girl's outstretched legs and held the snake by the tail. It went searching for a place to hide and found Mara's cunt inviting as it stretched open before it. It tickled her nether lips tentatively with its forked tongue. She began to writhe on the ground as she felt the alien flesh between her legs. She could not see what was going on, but she had been able to hear some of their talk. She tried to seal her cunt lips against the alien being, but her legs were forced too widely apart.
The black, shiny serpent began to slither inside her. The girls watched breathlessly as it disappeared up her snatch. They seemed to feel its slimy body inside their own thighs. It was an insidious creature that wriggled its way through the fleshy lips with no trouble at all.
Mara could feel it inside her. It was not entirely unpleasant and she tried to forget that it was a snake and imagine that it was a nice thick cock, but the feel of it was icy inside her. She began to move her muscles around it and she felt its tongue probing deeper and deeper. It tickled her up and down her spine and she began sucking erotically at the twat that pressed down on her mouth.
She began to ream Neja out passionately. Her tongue whipped up inside the girl's erogenous canal as the snake squirmed inside her own. She opened and closed her mouth around Neja's twat until she contained the whole of it inside her mouth. She sucked it down with long gasping swallows feeling the juices run into her mouth.
Neja began slapping Mara's tits wildly as the girl began to turn her on. The more passionately that her twat was sucked inside the warm exciting mouth, the more she abused the girl's chest. She pinched the nipples viciously and pounded them down again. Then she clung to them with her cracked and splintered nails and pulled on them hard as she pumped herself up and down on top of the girl's mouth. She felt herself sliding deep inside the yawning aperture and she felt the tongue twirling sensuously around her clitoris. She felt all her tensions concentrated in her cunt and she released them with a flow of her inner fluids so that Mara began to choke under the secretion that was streaming into her throat.
The serpent disappeared up the girl's twat and the girls felt Mara pulling strenuously at their grip on her legs. She writhed on the ground like a person possessed. Her body twitched and trembled erotically and now that Neja had dismounted they could see the girl's eyes roll up until only the whites showed.
Neja felt the thing entrenched in her canal and then it dug its fangs into the tender flesh and she could feel her muscles working excitedly to free it from the wall of her canal where its teeth were imbedded. She flung her body from side to side and tried to close the muscles of her twat to force the thing outside. She began to feel herself tighten around it as her muscles moved spasmodically and then she was coming. She screamed out in pain and pleasure and then her juices washed the snake free and his tail appeared between her nether lips once again. They pulled him free of her and Grace decided to keep the talented monster as a pet.
And so the pleasure of torture had become a thing in which the prisoners indulged as well. Though they were in the power of the masters of the castle, when they were alone in the dungeon, they were able to set up their own hierarchy. They knew that there would be more prisoners coming and they looked forward to having some underlings. The pleasure of power had been made clear to them by Morgo and Delanna.
But they would never be able to reach the peak of finesse that Delanna had achieved in her art. She had no end of devices that she wanted to try out on her victims. The torture chamber was full of exotic antiques that spurred her imagination to greater and greater heights. She had worked out an intricate means of inflicting pain which she practiced on the attempted escapee, Maria.
Delanna was delighted with the girl's hairiness. She was a big-breasted Italian woman with coarse hair all over her body. The first thing she did was to attach a rope around the girl's top lock of hair. Then she was able to hoist her up onto a post and by the hair on her head so that she hung down painfully by her thick tresses.
Then she fixed a ladder up against the post so that she could climb up to Maria's level and keep the girl company. She affixed Maria's arms to a crossbar with thick ropes above her elbows.
"Now you look like a picture from the Middle Ages. I have crucified you for your evil ways and you will suffer on this post until there is no strength left in your body. Do you feel light and easy hanging in mid-air?" she asked the girl petulantly. "Well, we will fix that. I have here a great collection of delightfully decorative weights that I shall suspend from every possible part of your body." With this Delanna began to decorate the girl like a Christmas tree.
First she attached barbed balls by means of strings to the long black hairs that hung from te girl's armpits. Delanna could swing them into the girl's flesh at will. From her earrings she suspended similar weights on strings that swung into the girl's breasts when she twisted her head even slightly. The breasts themselves she tied up with barbed wire so that they hung from a collar around her neck. Then she tied heavy barbed weights to her nipples so that the breasts were drawn down painfully against the wire that ran beneath them.
Delanna pushed pins through the girl's fingers and attached more swinging weights to these. Maria was a picture of pain. There wasn't an inch of her body that didn't ache. Any movement she made would result in the increasing of the pain as the barbed weights would swing into her body. It was impossible to believe that anything more could be done to her, but Delanna wasn't finished yet.
The torturess secured the girl's legs behind the post so that her cunt was thrust open and ready for treatment. She took a pair of tweezers from inside her boot and began pulling out the curly hairs of the cunt. She did this with great meticulousness, never taking more than one at a time. She liked to watch the skin pimple around the root of the hair and then give it up into her grasp. She plucked them out with great care. The girl couldn't help twisting in pain and jarring the weights into her own body until scratches appeared and the blood began to run down her body as freely as the tears did her cheeks.
When Delanna had denuded the cunt of its mass of curls she pushed Maria's body back against the post until it came in contact at the cunt with a piece of metal. She could feel the coldness and the roughness of its rusty surface as Delanna pushed her lips between two bars which she then began to tighten with screws. In this manner she squeezed Maria's nether lips into a grimace of pain. They were held in the vise-like grip of the metal and stretched down painfully.
Now Delanna dismounted from her ladder and stood beneath the girl on the ground. She looked up at her prisoner with pleasure and took a three-pronged prod in her hand with which she could swing the weights from side to side. She liked to swing the barbed metal that hung from her nipples and watch it stretch the breasts down longer than ever. Then the spurs would begin to move back and forth fixing themselves for moments at a time in the naked flesh of her cunt.
From time to time she would poke the breasts themselves. The weight of them would make her whole body move when they were moved. Then all the weights would swing rhythmically to and fro to Delanna's delight. She poked the girl in every conceivable place with her trident: in the arm pits, in the cunt, and thigh and finally left her hanging there to amuse herself for the rest of the afternoon.
Delanna went down to the dungeon to get Mara. She wanted the girl to see how artfully she had decorated her crucified victim. She found Mara sleeping on her straw pallet. There was blood flowing from between her legs. Delanna bent down to suck it. She loved the scent and salty taste of fresh blood.
Mara felt the disturbing sensation between her legs and yelled out in fear as she felt the snake bite into her cunt once again. Then she realized that it was a human form that was bending over her. It was dressed in black leather and she feared suddenly that it was some fearful reincarnation of the serpent come to take her once again. She began to scream and Delanna jumped up as the other girls came to see what was bothering her.
They gathered from the corners of the dungeon with only the whites of their eyes really visible in the dark. For a moment Delanna was afraid herself until her eyes became accustomed to the dark. Then she smiled as she saw the familiar faces of her victims surrounding her.
"What has made you bleed inside, Mara? The red droplets are quivering on your labia. Why did you scream out when I touched you there so softly?"
"They tried to poison me. They unleashed a snake between my legs."
Delanna understood the situation at once. She stood up at her full height before them and brandished her whip in front of her.
"So you are playing games without permission. Why did you not ask me first? I would have liked to see how the serpent played inside her. You have parties and don't invite me. Is that any way to treat your loving mistress who shares everything with you?"
The girls began to back away fearfully.
"Not so fast, Grace, my beauty. She snapped the whip out to its full length. It wrapped itself around Grace's waist and then curled up again drawing the girl into Delanna's waiting arms.
"I think I shall make an example of you. You are Morgo's favorite and you have had the pleasure of spending time with our dear Commandante. I think it is time that you received some special treatment at my hands now."
Delanna flung the girl onto the ground and began to flail the whip against her voluptuous body. She let the thin leather tip flick out at the sensitive nipples which popped up rigid with fear. She snapped it around the girl's neck until she was grasping at it as it began to choke her. She writhed and struggled on the ground as the whip came crashing down on her again and again.
Delanna began to dance around her. She let her blows fall at will on Grace's shoulders and thighs and stomach. The white flesh began to grow pink and sensitively stripped. She turned over on her stomach to protect her breasts from further punishment and Delanna worked over her ass.
She crashed the whip with great fury on the girl's quivering buttocks. She inserted it expertly right in the crack between the cheeks. She flayed her long, sensuous back with crisscrossing strokes. Grace rolled her body up in a ball, trying to make herself as small as she possibly could. She shielded her beautiful face in her arms, and crouched with her legs drawn up underneath her stomach and her ass sticking up in the air.
Delanna was pleased by the pious form that crouched in front of her.
"Have I hurt you too much?" she crooned, bending over the girl's back and licking at the blood that began to run down her sides. "You are so soft and young I don't know how I could bring myself to harm you. But I want to make it up to you."
The girls gathered around as they realized that they were about to be honored by a scene of Delanna's tenderness to her wards. Delanna inserted her gloved fingers delicately inside the girl's twat and anus. She worked her ass around.
"You see she is not hurt at all. She enjoyed my mistreatment and now she will get her reward." Delanna lowered her girdle and placed the girl's head in the leather sling that it formed beneath her crotch.
She stretched her own long, slender body over the girl's breasts and stomach until she reached the cunt where she began to play. Grace knew what she had to do and began eating her mistress out delicately. She was a gentle soul and licked at Delanna's tough labia tenderly. She felt the hairs curling inside her mouth and drew them between her soft lips. She nuzzled her tongue inside the lips and ran it up and down between the creases until she reached the clitoris. She nibbled at the stiff clitty with care as if it were an exquisite flower.
In the meantime Delanna was working over Grace's tender crotch. It was still raw and sore from the treatment it had undergone at the hands of Morgo and the Commandante. Delanna stretched the lips apart painfully and pulled at the long blonde hairs. She licked inside the tender trap with long animal-like strokes, working up the pungent juices. Finally the red clitoris stuck up between the lips tense and erect. She sunk her teeth down onto it passionately and shook her head from side to side with it grasped tightly in place, like a dog with a bird that it had just killed.
Grace grabbed at Delanna's muscular thighs and drew her cunt deep inside her own mouth as the searing pain throbbed between her legs. She began eating frantically in an effort to forget the throbbing of her twat as Delanna raged and stretched her little clitty about. Finally she felt her stick several fingers up her open wound and wrap her other hand around her thigh. She could feel the glove moving ominously under her ass until it found her trap door. A claw-like finger poked up her anus and she felt her body leap from the ground. Delanna clutched her cunt painfully in her hand and pressed her back down on the ground and onto her pronged finger.
Grace writhed on top of the finger painfully. She felt like a jelly apple that has just been pushed onto a sharpened stick. She felt the blood oozing over her thighs from her recent whipping and also down the crack of her ass and into the lips of her cunt. She twisted herself on
Delanna's finger until it was imbedded deep in her ass.
Delanna wiggled her finger inside the girl delightedly. She worked her other hand inside the cunt, opening it wider and wider as she grasped it in her vise-like grip. She moved backwards on Grace's body, grasping her head tightly between her thighs. Grace's tongue was pushed out of her mouth by the pressure of the other's knees against her cheeks. Her tongue shot up Delanna's large twat. It wriggled up inside her and she leaned back so that the girl's nose went up her ass. She waddled around on Grace's face until she felt the girl choking on her cunt. She pressed herself down on the tongue and felt it wiggling inside her as it tried to free itself. She had the tongue captured up her twat and she held the girl tightly, pumping her body up and down on it frantically and pulling viciously at Grace's writhing, bleeding cunt.
Delanna pulled out great handfuls of hair from the other's bush as she came. She choked the suffocating Grace with her sour juices and rode on top of her as if she were a rocking horse. The other prisoners watched in horror as she took her pleasure. Her face was contorted with exquisite sensations which made her exceedingly ugly to behold.
CHAPTER FIVE
That evening Morgo and Delanna decided to make their second raid on the town. This time they dressed themselves up in disguises. They didn't want to be recognized as they knew that the prostitutes on the streets of Barcelona had gotten word of their arrival.
Morgo dressed like a sailor and Delanna got herself up like a streetwalker. Morgo had a whole trunk full of costumes that he used on occasions such as this. He looked almost handsome in his navy uniform with a white cap set rakishly on his head. Delanna wore a low-cut, red dress that showed a good view of her ample breast. It had a long provocative slit up the side that exposed her thigh to public view. She made up her eyes and lips in the prescribed fashion and then they drove into town in a little Fiat that had been carefully concealed in the woods.
They pulled into the red light district and went looking for new talent. It was not long before Morgo's large figure was attracting much attention from a trio of blonde beauties.
"He's nice. Look at those big shoulders. I bet you got more than your girl can take. She looks too skinny to deserve a handsome man like you." One of the girls at the corner nabbed him by the shoulder and whispered in his ear.
"Well, I wouldn't mind having a party with the four of you if you think that might be fun. But I'm going to pay you only for the price of one."
"For such a man as you, that's a bargain. You got a big piece of meat, huh?" The second girl questioned him.
"I got more than enough for all of you. Let's go to your room."
When they got upstairs with the three German wenches, they made the girls show off then-wares. They had nice round tits and asses all very white and clean. They would be perfect for a group scene, was the mutual thought of Morgo and Delanna.
Delanna went up to the shortest and stockiest of the three and pinched her ass. She asked her what her name was. She was called Marlene. The two women looked each other over like two wrestlers.
"So you think just because you're big and fat that I couldn't take you on. I think I'm more of a woman any day. How about us having a little tussle and the one who wins gets to do what she-likes to the other, free of charge."
"Let me see what you got first. You got a nice pair of tits, but I want to make sure they're not all padded underneath first." Marlene suggested cautiously.
Delanna began to undress, revealing her wiry, well-proportioned limbs. She stood naked except for a leather loin cloth which clung to her as if it were part of her skin. It was tight between her legs outlining the lips of her cunt. Marlene sized her up and agreed to the battle. The others settled back to watch.
The two women circled each other cautiously. Delanna stared at her adversary with her evil eyes which glittered with strength. She had the longer arms of the two and reached out to slap at the tits of the German girl which swung and turned red with anger. The girl finally lunged forward out of frustration. Her arms were too short to do any damage from the distance at which they had been standing.
Marlene hurled her body at Delanna, but she side-stepped quickly and the girl went tumbling helplessly to the ground. Delanna turned around and leaped into the girl like a panther. She grabbed Marlene around the throat, and ground her tits into the girl's chest. The girl wrapped her legs around Delanna's hips and ass and moved her thighs powerfully until she had reversed their positions and she was on top.
She tried to use her weight advantage against Delanna's slender body, but the other had hold of her throat as if it were fastened there with a lock. She throttled the gasping Marlene, whose hold around Delanna's thighs began to weaken. Finally, her companions began to scream for her to let go before she killed her. Indeed Marlene's eyes had rolled up into her head. The fight was over.
Delanna placed her spiked boot-heel in Marlene's navel. She stood on top of the girl like St. George with the dragon. Morgo smiled his admiration at her and when she looked down on Marlene trying to decide what she would do next to the girl's ripe body.
She tied Marlene's wrists to her ankles when she had revived enough to stand up. In this way she could look between her legs and see what Delanna was about to do to her. Delanna began her treatment of her latest conquest by treating her like a pin cushion.
She took a box of pins she had found among other sewing materials in a drawer and began stabbing the girl's fat ass with the sharp little spears. She let them stick in her, inserting them one by one. The girl held her ankles tightly so that she wouldn't fall over as Delanna stabbed her again and again. Her ass began to look more and more like the back of a porcupine. The pins stuck into the flesh and never dropped off.
Next Delanna began to play with the girl's cunt. She poked her fingers in and out of it until it began to juice up nicely. Then she took a darning egg that had a long handle and shoved it completely up the girl's twat. She took a needle and thread and showed her housewifely talents by sewing the girl's lips closed over the egg. Marlene watched her make careful stitches. She went in one side of a lip and out the other, stabbing her needle through the tough skin. The blood began to drip down into the girl's face as she watched Delanna sewing up her cunt.
The girl would scream with pain as the needle stabbed through and then feel the thread pulling past the hole. By the time Delanna had finished sewing her up she was pale and quivering. Then when Delanna snipped the thread she fell forward and did a somersault onto her back. The pins in her ass were pushed in deeply under her waist, but she was unconscious and never knew the difference.
The two other German wenches held their hands to their mouths in horror. They could not believe their eyes. Suddenly they wanted no part in the adventure they had undertaken. They looked from Morgo to Delanna for some sign of humanity in their faces. All they found were two grinning masks of sadistic passion.
Morgo began to slap the girls' faces viciously. He didn't like the way they were staring at him.
They looked dumb and brutish and lifeless as well. He smashed them smartly across their cheeks until some color reappeared there.
Next he made the two girls stand up. They obeyed him immediately out of fear. He strapped them together face to face with his belt and then took a dusting paddle from a corner of the room and began thrashing their buttocks with it. They circled around and around in front of him, each trying to evade the blows by whirling the other into the direction of Morgo's fury. They spun around until both their buttocks were covered with the pattern of the rug beater which crisscrossed the reddened ass in a delicate pattern.
Morgo made Gerta get down on her knees and then had Bertha straddle her friend's thighs. They lay one on top of the other with their asses facing Morgo. Delanna amused herself underneath by making out with Gerta who was down on all fours while Morgo amused himself by shoving knitting needles up their ass-holes.
Delanna sucked and chewed painfully on Gerta's nipples. The poor girl couldn't move because she had to support the entire weight of her friend. Slowly, her chest was sinking down into the gnashing teeth of Delanna who waited for it to come close again. She bit into the nipples viciously as they neared her mouth.
Finally, Delanna had a marvelous idea of how they could arrange the two bodies so they could get the greatest pleasure. They rearranged Gerta so that her back rested on her friends with her stomach and breasts pointed up in the air. They secured the two girls together with Morgo's leather belt around their waists.
Now Delanna was able to step on top of Gerta's face. She straddled the girl's head with her muscular thighs and squeezed her face up between her legs. In the meantime Morgo had been whipping their cunts with his long hard dong. In this way he aroused a fine erection. Naturally, Morgo was delighted to have a choice of holes before him as he massaged Gerta's cunt, which was on top and let the juices drip down into Bertha's anus. In this way he lubricated the two at one time. Then he began to poke his purple prick into the yawning cunt that spread before him.
Gerta's cunt was juicy and wet, but still he found he could only get himself halfway in. He began to ram it into her forcefully. It was lucky that Delanna was there to hold her head in place or she certainly would have fallen from her perch. He pumped his thick member into her again and again until the muscles finally stretched and gave way to his need. He found himself wiggling it around freely inside of her. It seemed as if he had broken her hole as it sagged on every side.
Now he was ready to try the other girl's ass-hole. It would feel good now that his dick was all greasy from his workout in Gerta's cunt. He poked the thick head of it inside Bertha's anus. He had to pry the cheeks apart rudely with his hands until he could fit himself in. The poor girl thought that she was going to be burst asunder by the force of his mighty weapon. Delanna held her head between her knees so that she couldn't budge an inch.
Morgo had to fight his way in, but in the end he succeeded as he always had before. There was no hole too tight that he couldn't force his way into it by main strength. Now he could pull his dick in and out of her like a lubricated piston. He had cracked both women wide open, stretched them painfully until their muscles no longer held any power to tighten and now he was prepared to take his pleasure.
He rammed his huge penis from the cunt to the ass-hole alternately. One was wet and wild and the other was coarse and hot. He liked the feel of the two one after the other. His dick grew larger and larger until the veins were bulging and the head looked ready to explode.
Gerta could feel her cunt filled beyond its limit by his enormous cock. There was nothing she could do but hold herself open as wide as she could and take it all in. If she didn't let him inside her, there was no telling how he would take his revenge. Better to be wrenched wide open than shut with needle and thread as she had seen happen to Marlene.
Gerta had her mouth securely around Delanna's tight cunt. She reamed the lips with her talented tongue and spiked it up inside the woman's twat with a pulsating movement. Delanna wiggled her ass around on top of her face and her legs writhed around her head relaxing their grip somewhat. This encouraged Gerta to keep up her treatment. As Morgo rammed her from the bottom, like a machine that has been set in action, she poked her hot, thick tongue up Delanna's twat. It was not long before Delanna was spewing forth her juices and pumping up and down with delight.
Now Morgo began working faster and faster as he saw Delanna reach her peak of passion. He rammed his big cock into one hole and then the other. The smooth one and then the rough, slimy one, and then the hot tighter anus. His dick was throbbing with emotion and he was smacking the girl's thighs with his hard hands as he worked into them again and again.
He exploded his first load into Bertha's anus, but was having too much fun to quit with one. He kept on fucking, harder and faster so that his penis would remain erect. He had plenty more scum to deliver. He pummeled them again and again, the upper and then the lower hole until he felt his tension building. With quick moves from one to the other he filled them both this time with his hot, gushing scum.
He withdrew to look at their buttocks dripping with his load. The pearly liquid dripped down like beautiful tear drops. Then Bertha exploded a large fart and spewed forth a geyser of molten shit onto the floor.
"How dare you do such a piggish thing in front of me?" He raged, "You shall be punished severely for this. Women are such dirty beasts. Look at this mess." He undid the cinch that held their bodies together and Gerta rolled off her friend's back.
The girls rose to their feet and looked in dismay at the mess on the floor.
"Lick it up, you two. Down on your hands and knees. I want to see your licentious red tongues covered with brown shit." He raised his belt over his head and the two girls got down on the floor and began to lap up the disgusting mixture of shit and scum.
Delanna and Morgo held each other around the waist and laughed evilly. They took turns wielding the belt over the girls' buttocks so that they fell forward with their breasts in the muck and mire. When they had had their fill of this delectable dinner, they dropped exhausted to the ground to await their fate.
Under the cover of night, it was now very late and they could leave the city unseen, they dressed the girls in three capes that they brought from the car. They led their hostages off into the night and drove them to the castle. The three stout German wenches sat crushed together in the back seat. Their arms were tied together so that they couldn't move even if there had been enough room. The only sound to be heard was the purring motor of the car and their intermittent moans as they felt fate closing in on them.
The other inmates of the dungeon heard the newcomers stumble down the stairs late at night. They thought to themselves that at least they weren't the only ones to be caught. It seemed that Delanna and Morgo had a fatal attraction for whores. Now there would be more bodies so that each one would have a little extra time to recover from the last punishment.
In the morning Morgo led the three wenches out into the yard to help him cut some wood. They were muscular women and he liked to watch females do work. He cracked his whip over their heads as he had them saw down a large strong tree. It crashed to the ground, breaking its limbs against the ground. He had them cut exact lengths for his specific purposes and then they were forced to drag the heavy logs back to the castle.
He liked to watch their limbs sweat and their breasts become scratched as they carried the rough and thorny logs between them. Little did they know that they were building an instrument of torture that would soon be used against them.
When he had the wood that he needed, he began to plan how it would be used. He drew up an elaborate diagram of the purposes of each log.
The largest one which had been hewn from the trunk of the tree and was six feet long and two and one-half in diameter was placed in the center of the floor. He had Marlene lie down with her knees bent over it. Her elbows were secured behind her with rope so that they supported her upper body and her breasts stuck up roundly into the air.
He had Gerta and Bertha lower another log across her body. The weight of it pushed her ass and back into the large thorns. This second log crushed down between her thighs and into her stomach and breasts. It was as long as she was. The only benefit that she could derive from it was that she was able to rend the threads that closed her cunt against one of the large thorns.
Morgo attached a smaller log to the backs of Bertha and Gerta. He drew back their elbows and secured them around the logs with rope. The thorns thus pressed painfully into their backs. Their tits stuck proudly forward as they tried to release the pressure of their elbows pressing against the logs and driving the thorns into their spines.
He had the two girls sit one on each end of the log which was suspended over Marlene's body. In this way they were able to rock back and forth as if on a teeter-totter, driving the thorns deeper into poor Marlene's body. She was flattened and punctured by their weight on top of the log. But Morgo made sure that they too felt the spiny needles of the tree. He sat them each on a large thorn that protruded wickedly up their pussies.
Next Morgo produced a large bowl suspended in the middle of two strings. He attached the ends of the strings to the nipples of the girls enthroned on the log. The bowl hung heavily between their breasts pulling the central pimple of their nipples painfully from their breasts. He directed a long narrow trough, from a nearby cistern, into the bowl. The water dripped slowly into the trough and spouted its contents into the bowl which grew heavier and heavier.
The girls began to scream with agony and disturb the quiet beauty of Morgo's work of pure art. He quickly got a long pole which he shoved between the mouths of the two girls on top. Now they could not scream and shatter the reverent silence that was due the statue he had created of their bodies. He shoved a barbed ball between Marlene's wretched lips so that she would not be tempted to utter any word of distress.
He now went down to call Delanna from the dungeon. She herded her troop of girls up with her to view his lovely work of art. They encircled the statue in amazed silence and listened to the water drip into the bowl and stretch the girl's nipples more and more painfully from their breasts.
"It's too horrible to believe!" cried Grace.
"Shut up or I'll substitute you under the log. Then you can have your lovely breasts punctured by those powerful thorns. How would you like that, my dear?" Delanna asked, and the girl stepped back into line.
The two girls on the teeter-totter began to sway back and forth as the water dripped gaily into the bowl, the weight becoming too much for them to bear. The water sloshed over the sides as they see-sawed on the log, driving the spikes deeply into Marlene's tortured body.
Finally, they lost their balance completely and fell sideways into the thorns of the large trunk on which Marlene was supported. They writhed on the spikes until some of the girls showed them mercy and released the strings that held their breasts attached. They rolled onto the floor writhing in pain and rolling onto their backs to which the smaller logs were attached. There seemed no way that they could move without causing themselves further damage and pain.
Finally, Grace opened the ropes that secured the logs to their backs. She was prepared to face Morgo's fury. She didn't care what he did to her. She just couldn't stand to watch this display of inhuman cruelty any longer.
"Grace, you are a brave girl. You know that you can only arouse my anger by rising up against me."
Grace ran to him and fell down before him on her knees, begging for mercy. She felt his large muscular thighs and his leather-covered knees strong and unyielding in her arms. She kissed him all over with her soft pink lips never daring to look up into his severe face. He stood over her with his arms crossed in front of him trying to think what would be the best punishment for her treason.
Morgo disengaged Grace from his knees and looked into her face with disdain. He lifted her chin up and slapped her across the face. Then he stalked off into the barn where the horses were kept. He came back with his black charger in tow. He had a special saddle on its back. It consisted of a small leather piece with a large horn in the middle. The horn stuck up like a large pointed phallus. It was obvious what his intentions were.
He hoisted Grace up onto the saddle. He secured her ankles underneath the steed's chest with a leather thong so that she wouldn't fall off. She clung to the horse's neck and mane as he whipped the horse into a gallop. The horse tore through the woods wildly. She bobbed helplessly up and down on the large horn. Her body was rent by the branches of trees as she passed through the overgrown forest.
The horse tried to throw his uncomfortable burden. Her feet made an uncomfortable cinch under his belly. He bucked furiously driving the thick horn deep inside her twat. She could feel the sharp head of it piercing the back of her canal. She landed on top of it again and again. There was no way for her to cushion the blows.
By the time the horse returned to the corral, Grace's body was battered and bruised. Her hair was rumpled by the wind and knotted with twigs from trees that had caught at her as she passed on her wild journey. Her ass was bruised with landing again and again on the horse's hard back. Her cunt was stretched out by the thick horn. When Morgo released the tie that held her feet together she fell to the ground without any evidence of life in her body.
He stooped beside her with the first feeling of pity that had ever entered his inhuman intelligence. He ran his fingers over her soft breasts and felt the hot nipples that had been chafed by the horse's mane. He couldn't help admiring her bravery. He had never known a whore to stand up for another of her species. This English girl seemed different from all the rest and suddenly he felt his prick throbbing in front of him. She was so pathetic that she had been able to move his cold heart.
"Morgo, what's come over you? Is that a tear I see in your eye?" Delanna warned him. "You must watch your soul and guard it against such feelings of pity. Pity is the punishment of slaves, cruelty is the pleasure of victors."
She led the girls back into the castle for fear that Morgo could exhibit some display of weakness that might cause them to make designs upon him.
When Delanna returned from the dungeon, Morgo was nowhere to be found. She searched the whole main floor of the castle and then realized that he must have taken her off to the upper portion where they made their home. This was forbidden by a pact between them. It made her furious that he had broken their sacred vow. There would be hell to pay for this unprecedented occurrence. But more than-likely she would vent her wrath against Grace rather than her brother, who was too too strong to overpower.
Morgo had carried the lifeless body of Grace into the upper section of the castle as Delanna had suspected. Their rooms were sumptuously decorated where the lower parts were barren and gray. Up here tapestries and brocades covered the cold walls and gave color and warmth to the rooms.
He lay Grace down in his chambers and sponged her lovely body with a cloth. He watched the water drip over her breasts and neck. She was so slender and child-like that he could not help treating her like a delicate doll. She also was silent which made him adore her like a work of art. He rested his head on her breast and then began to work his way upwards to her sweet lips.
He poked his tongue inside her mouth and tasted her essence like a cool mountain spring. He bent between her marble white thighs and pressed his hands against her golden curls. He had never felt so loving toward a woman since he was a child. But Grace looked so angelical. Her skin glowed with an unnatural sheen, he couldn't help thinking of her as other than fleshy woman. He had never known a woman to risk her own safety as this young girl had done that day.
He poked his tongue tenderly between the lips of her pussy. It tasted sweeter there than anything he had ever sipped before. He probed his tongue deep inside of her. She began to move against his mouth and open her legs willingly to him. He felt her hands in his thick hair. It was the first time he had ever allowed a woman to touch him there. His protective helmet was laid aside. He felt himself vulnerable to her caresses. He forced himself to her thighs in this way that was so unnatural to him.
He felt his dick growing larger underneath him as he ate her juicy, sweet cunt. The liquid streamed into his mouth like thick honey and he sucked it down hungrily. He found his hands massaging her thighs around his face. Her soft, cool thighs pressed up against his stubbly cheeks sensitively and he felt that she was enjoying herself as he worked his mouth inside her.
His dick prodded him uncomfortably and he raised himself between her legs on his knees. His member rose purple and thick in the air. He pressed it down into her honey pot and poked the point between her moist lips. Then she began to drive herself onto it willingly. She moved her thighs around it and it was delightful to him. He let her twist herself onto him as he held himself in position to receive her. He felt her cunt grasping at his dick like a soft, caressing hand.
Soon she had taken him all inside her. He flattened himself over her smooth stomach and laid his head on her breast as he began to move it inside of her. She opened and closed her legs around him so that her muscles tightened and loosened and her honey hive changed size and shape delightfully.
He began to suck tenderly at her breast and felt her lips reaching down to kiss his black curls. She ran her fingers through his hair and it sent chills through his whole body. He sucked on her nipple like a baby. He twirled his tongue around its softness and felt it change shape and texture. It grew hard and pimply as he massaged it. The other nipple was still soft and he ran his coarse finger over its tender surface and watched it pucker.
He could feel his dick thickening inside her. She was large and warm and soft and he felt as if he had gone back into the air. His limbs moved without any effort, as if they were floating in air or in water. He swam into her and felt her endless canal take him in and douse his hot member with her delightful cooling juices. His dick was a guest in her spacious palace and she treated him like a king.
He began to move inside her quickly and passionately. He felt his strength gather in his limbs as he plunged his hard rod into her tender pussy. She yielded before his onslaught and seemed to suck him down inside her. He felt himself coming deeper and deeper into her sea of love. He was losing all his sensation except for the throbbing and pulsing in his dick as it pushed through the "waves of her cunt.
His body worked over hers and she smiled down on his black curls with tenderness. She grasped his head in her arms and held it to her breast. She moved herself around him feelingly. His hugeness slid smoothly within her loins and she pressed herself down to receive it all.
They were intertwined in one another's limbs and both were now moaning in passion. She was the first to reach the peak of her pleasure and she sent her waves of joy pounding against his prick. He received the vibrations which spurred him to greater efforts by the pulsing of her contented cunt around his probing penis. Suddenly he lunged forward like a diver plunging from the top of a cliff and buried his passion inside her amorous loins with a stupendous splash and surge of his sperm and semen against the cliffs of her cunt.
CHAPTER SIX
Morgo didn't know what to think about his loving escapade with Grace. He had enjoyed himself with her, but it was as if it had all happened in a dream. After it was over with, he couldn't believe that it had happened at all.
He put on his leather clothes and his helmet again and looked at himself in the mirror. He knew himself best dressed in this fashion. When he had been naked it was as if another person had assumed his mind. His head ached as he felt his personality splitting in two. The breach between the gentle lover and the torturer would not let his mind rest.
He had come to know women's bodies as objects intended for pain. He had been following this precept blindly for many years now without ever questioning it. On all his missions, the women who were given under his protection had feared him and trembled before him. When they saw his huge cock they immediately assumed that he would use it against them. But now Grace had given him a new experience. She had taken him in her loving arms without fear. She had aroused in him a pity that he had never felt before.
Unfortunately this new experience posed more problems than it solved. How could he reconcile his destructive passions with his new-found desire for tenderness? He suddenly hated Grace for complicating his mind in this way. He had been happy before with his own way of seeking sexual satisfaction. Rape had always been his means to success and he hated the cajoling that went with seduction.
Delanna came to visit her brother early the next morning. She wanted to discuss his unusual behavior. She thought that he might be cracking under the pressure of satisfying so many women. She would have to keep a cautious eye on him from now on to see that he didn't go soft on her.
"What was that little intrigue with Grace all about, my dear brother? You brought her up to our apartments, a thing which we had forbidden ourselves. You took pity on her which is foreign to our natures. We were brought up in such a way as to make us hard-hearted as gods. Now I have seen you go weak in a woman's arms. What is the meaning of it? It bodes no good for us in the future. We cannot do our duty if we take pity on the wretched creatures who have been entrusted to us. It is our job to purify their souls and we cannot do that if we let them sully us with their soft ways."
"Delanna, my sweet sister, you are right, of course. I have been lying here thinking the same thing myself. But I had to have the experience of making love like an ordinary man. But now that it is over and done with I will never let a woman see my naked flesh again. I will eat and sleep in leather and inure my flesh and my nerves in its cold hardness. You must believe that I will never falter in my duty again. You must punish Grace for tempting me to my downfall."
"That will be a pleasure. I have just the thing for her. Her tempting white breasts will not be so attractive after I am through with her. I have just the costume to suit her body. We will make her wear a bra and girdle especially fitted to produce the most excruciating pain. When you see her in this outfit you will find it most amusing, I am sure. It is easy to pity scarred flesh, I suppose, but you will be able to laugh at her predicament when her beautiful torso is covered in irons. She is but a weak woman and I will show you how little she deserves your admiration."
With these words Delanna set off to find Grace. The girl was lounging on her straw pallet in the dungeon, making plans for moving into the luxurious quarters upstairs. She felt secure in the knowledge that Morgo had disrobed before her. None of the other girls had ever seen him naked and she felt like a Delilah who had taken her Samson to the barbers.
Grace stretched her long, white body out luxuriously. Her limbs felt loose and lanky after her amorous exertions of the night before. She thought that her future was assured after the way that Morgo had kissed her and clung to her. She was glad that she was a whore. Her talents had saved her from the prod of the whip and the chains of the torture chamber. She had forgotten completely about Delanna. The prospect of freedom had been too glorious to bother thinking about any further perils in her path.
"Well, well, don't you look happy this morning? Wipe that silly smile off your face!" Delanna snapped as she reached Grace's side.
The girl looked up in surprise as the fearful shadow of the harpy passed over her naked body. Her hand went automatically to her face in a gesture of submission and she did not utter a word.
"Morgo has sent me with a message for you.
He says that you should burn in hell for using your wiles against him. He wants me to personally oversee your punishment. You deserve the worst kind of torture for trying to upset the plans of this country. You are guilty of treason against the Spanish government which has sent you here. You are the worst sort of temptress, but you will not be able to pull any of your shit on me. I am not soft like my brother. You can scream and cry as much as you want. Your suffering will only serve to make your punishment the stricter."
Delanna took Grace's cool white hand in her black claws. She held it with an inhuman grip and hauled the girl up the stairs after her. She brought her to a room that was empty except for a metal screen and a table. She made Grace lie down on the table while she examined her goodies.
She measured the size of Grace's breasts. They were round, and firm and white, tipped with delicate pink nipples an inch in diameter. Delanna poked at the nipples and giggled as the girl lay as still as death, trying to make her mind a blank.
She examined Grace's pussy as well. The girl was blessed with honey blonde pubic hairs that curled gloriously all over her pussy. Delanna hated her for this alone. Her luxurious bush put Delanna's own scraggly one to shame and she would not tolerate anyone in her presence being better adorned than she was. She began to pull the hairs out by the handful. The girl tried to kick her and she raised her whip and lashed her thighs apart.
She enjoyed whipping this girl whose white skin maintained the imprint of the lash in deep red lines. She liked the way the flesh quivered as she brought the whip down hard over her thighs. Finally the girl's legs flung over the table co-operatively and Delanna was able to conclude the denuding of her victim's pubis.
Grace felt her naked cunt stinging from the blows of the whip. She felt herself below and the bareness of her twat appalled her. She could feel the tender lips completely exposed to any threat. The lash and anything else that came into contact with her tender twat would necessarily hurt more now that it was unprotected.
Delanna pushed her claw-like fingers up the girl's large hole. It was of cavernous dimensions and would permit anything inside it. She played with the tender morsel of Grace's clitoris until the girl began to squirm with pleasure. Then she left the room to find the appropriate instruments of torture.
When Delanna returned she found Grace in a corner. She had her knees raised up under her chin and her arms flung around them with her head resting on top. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her whole form as if she were trying to hide behind it.
Delanna entered with a specially devised bra and girdle. The bra was spiked with sharp tacks inside. The first thing she did, however, was to drag the girl across the room by the hair and stand her in front of the curious screen that was noted earlier. The metal slabs, as they turned out to be, would hold Grace's arms while Delanna adorned her as she saw fit.
Delanna opened the space between the two pieces of metal so that Grace's arms could dangle between them. Then she tightened the screws so that the sides were drawn together crushing the girl's arms between them. Grace began to scream but to no avail. Her torturess just threw back her head and laughed. Delanna's face was a mask of grim purpose. She twisted the screws again and again as Grace watched over her shoulder. Her arms were pressed between the layers of metal and she felt the bones being crushed, but there was nothing she could do to prevent it.
When Delanna saw that her victim was at the point of fainting she stopped twisting and left her in the grips of this unusual vise. She wanted the girl to be conscious for the rest of the painful treatment that she had in store for her. She let Grace see the bra. First the outside, which was made of heavy metal, and then the inside with its sharp barbs. The girl looked miserably away. She would not give Delanna the pleasure of seeing her eyes as she submitted to the pain.
Delanna plunged one of the breastplates over the girl's tit. It stuck there of its own accord, clinging to the nipple with its prongs. She then fastened the straps behind Grace's back and dropped the other cup over her shoulder and pressed it into place. It was a perfect fit. The cups exactly covered her breasts so that none of the soft white flesh showed-it was all inside being eaten away by the sharp barbs. Delanna wished that she had x-ray vision and could see the process that was going on inside the metal cups.
Next Grace's waist was encircled by a girdle which was strapped to the lower part of the bra. Another cinch dangled over her ass. She could feel its thickness and dreaded its purpose. The girdle was buckled painfully to the bra. Delanna had a heavy hand and as she tightened the straps that hung from the breastplates she made sure to pull them tight so that the breasts inside were pushed into the barbs. She reached between the girl's legs and pulled the strap as hard as she could.
An animalistic cry of pain and terror escaped the poor helpless girl's lips. She struggled in vain against her torturers.
The strap was made of the hardest coarsest leather. It had rough edges and was thick and stiff. Delanna buckled this to the front of the girdle and hitched it to the tightest notch so that the strap cut into Grace's cunt. The labia hung down on either side of it and the strap itself pressured Grace's clitoris and drove her twat open. It contracted all the red raw tissue inside her and felt like sandpaper as she tried to move her legs to make it more comfortable.
"Now you are dressed like an ancient queen. You look as charming as Cleopatra. I can see why my brother chose you as his favorite. There is a certain purity in your face, a delicate whiteness to your skin that breathes seduction. I cannot refuse you myself."
Delanna pressed up against the girl's immobile body. She leaned heavily against her chest driving the points of the bra into the tender flesh of Grace's breasts. Then she began to kiss the girl's mouth as she rubbed up and down against her. She moaned and groaned with pain, but Delanna interpreted this as excitement in her perverted mind. She dug her long, snaky tongue between the girl's lips and sampled the sweetness of her saliva.
For Grace this was the worst part of the torture. Delanna's breath smelled foul and her mouth was full of bad-tasting secretions. The woman chewed maliciously on Grace's lips until the blood was running down her chin. She pulled Grace's head back by the hair so that her breasts raised and chaffed against the barbs as they moved upward. She felt the prongs digging deeply into her nipples, causing the most excruciating pain.
"Now you will think twice before you approach my brother again. Stay away from him, do you understand? Or you will have me to deal with and I will be only too happy to oblige you." With this Delanna set about the business of the day.
Delanna had been saving the Moroccan girl, Neja, for a day when she was feeling particularly good and energetic. After her delightful scene with Grace she thought that she would have a change of pace and work over the dark-skinned girl.
Neja was small and made Delanna feel large and powerful. Her breasts and her cunt were more petite than any of those of the other whores. Indeed she looked more like a schoolgirl than a prostitute, but this was probably her appeal to the public at large. Delanna laid herself next to the girl on her pallet. She felt like resting for a while after her exertions over Grace.
She felt the girl's immature breasts and tested the flexibility of her nipples. Neja had a firm pair with protruding cherries at each tip. The nipples were extremely round and full-blown. Delanna began to suck and bite them and the girl submitted willingly.
Delanna put a sharp claw up Neja's twat and the girl jumped at the pressure of the pointed finger. Delanna reamed the cunt for a while and then lowered her own girdle and threw her body on top of the slight creature she had in her power. She tucked the girl's head between her knees and felt the contact of Neja's smooth lips on her. cunt with delight. She weighted down onto Neja's mouth until the girl's tongue was slipping delicately between her labia.
She pressed her body down on top of the girl's. Neja began to breathe uneasily under Delanna's weight. Delanna pressed her own lips into the girl's twat and began to lick it out with her long, coarse tongue. She swallowed down the delicious liquids and then played with the little clitty that she found imbedded in the lips. She began to diddle the clitoris back and forth with one long nail as a cat plays with the tail of a dead mouse. Then she stabbed into it and through it which made the girl under her leap in pain.
Delanna began to suck on the injured tidbit, drawing it out with her teeth. She stretched it from between the lips and felt the girl sucking on her own member frantically. She held Neja's face in place with her knees and muscular thighs. She worked herself up and down so that the tongue would stick between her legs. She felt the delightfully wet tongue surging in and out of her. Then she lowered herself onto the girl's face with a will until her whole cunt was sucked inside Neja's mouth.
Delanna began clawing at the girl's cunt with passion. She raked it with her nails, leaving long scratches along Neja's thighs and inside the tender labia. The girl wiggled underneath her with pain. Delanna now began poking the handle of her whip, which never left her side, inside the raw wound. The whip handle didn't enter easily, as the girl was incredibly small. Delanna was not discouraged, however, and took the opportunity as a challenge.
She raised the handle of the whip over her head and rammed it between the girl's legs. It didn't land inside her on the first try, but bruised the exterior of Neja's cunt painfully.
"Open yourself up, damn you!" Delanna screamed, her voice full of wrath at not having her way.
The girl spread her knees wide apart. She feared the next blow of the whip handle would crush her pelvis. Fortunately, Delanna took good aim this time and the thick leather handle landed inside Neja's thighs. It lodged with its tip in the proper place and then Delanna just had to shove it in deeper and deeper.
Delanna could hear the girl's breath heaving underneath her stomach with exertion. She twisted the whip inside the girl energetically until the bulk of it disappeared. Then she sat back and felt herself being absorbed in the girl's mouth.
"Use your hands, damn you!" Delanna commanded of Neja.
Neja spread Delanna's nether lips apart with her fingers and inserted her finger up the woman's loose ass-hole. She reamed the dark aperture out as she worked over the cunt with her wet tongue. She poked into every corner and used her teeth to gently massage the tender skin of the cunt. Soon Delanna was riding up and down on Neja's face gleefully as she plunged the whip-dildo in and out between Neja's thighs. Delanna squeezed the girl's face painfully between her knees and finally pressed and struggled to attain her pleasure. The juices flowed bitterly into the girl's mouth and Delanna dismounted her refreshed.
"You're too small. But I think I have just the tool to remedy that. Follow me," she ordered.
She brought the girl upstairs and called for Morgo. Morgo smiled at his sister and asked what was to be done with this wicked wench.
"She needs to be enlarged. If you don't want to be the first, I think that the beast in the garden will serve the purpose."
"Oh, the beast. I had almost forgotten about him. We have kept him well oiled all this time and never made use of him. That is a pity,"
They took Neja under the arms and escorted her outside. A reclining statue of a creature never seen on the earth lay on a platform in the garden. It most resembled a bull, but lay in a very human position. Neja was forced to sit behind its knees and had to press forward and come into contact with the sharp horns that jutted forward from its head.
They chained her cunt over a large hole in the bronze body of the beast by wrapping chains around her thighs. Then a post was inserted in the beast's chest and her arms were tied high above her while the horns protruded on either side of the post, digging into her back.
Delanna began to work her over with the whip. She sliced at the tender armpits of the young girl until red gashes began to appear. Then she began to tweak the luscious round nipples in her claw-like fingers. They bulged out amorously, lifting their centers for more treatment. Delanna stood back and began whipping the soft centers again and again, always exactly on target. The thin end of the whip inflicted severe pain on the girl, who pressed back against the pole and the horns, trying to escape the vicious onslaught of Delanna's precision blows.
Meanwhile Morgo was busy with the secret mechanism of the beast. Under the hole, upon which Neja's cunt was resting, was a machine shaped more like a torpedo than a phallus. Morgo jacked this up with a lever as he knelt by the beast's hoof. The dildo was of enormous proportions, but pointed at the tip so that it would fit into a keyhole if necessary. At the bottom it was surrounded by long spikes so that once it reached inside the tender cunt, the spikes would take care of the surrounding lips.
He jacked it up and up with the strength of his muscular arms. He began to smile as it pushed up through the hole. He could see the surprised expression on Neja's face as she felt the cold metal contact her hot twat. Morgo gave the lever another push and the tip slid inside her. He began elevating it faster and she could feel it beginning to thicken. He jacked some more and her face became contorted with pain as it began to press her tight muscles aside and break them apart.
Delanna quit her whipping to watch. She got down on her hands and knees to see the progress of the dildo inside. She could see the lips of Neja's cunt stretched taut around the bronze phallus. Then the blood began to flow down its svelte sides as it probed deeper and the sharp spears began to pierce the already breaking lips. The girl screamed in agony and yet Morgo kept pumping it higher in a passion to see her take it all inside her little twat. Finally she was impaled on it and nothing of the shape and size of the machine could be seen. The girl writhed on top of it. She could lift herself off of it slightly, but then she would fall once again onto the teeth that stuck in her painfully. Finally she just sat quietly on the dildo and felt the fear and the pain ripping through her body.
"Well, do you think she's stretched enough now?" Morgo asked his sister. "I'd like to try her now and see if this thing really does the job."
"I'd like to watch you fuck her gory cunt. The blood will look lovely against your black leather pants. Go ahead and fuck her as you please."
Morgo lowered the dildo once again, but even more slowly than he had raised it. Neja felt it slipping from between her thighs. The points of the spikes left her flesh and she heaved a great sigh, and hardly felt the rest of the enormous member at all. She was completely numb and thought that she might never be able to walk again.
Morgo released her from her bonds. He lifted her from the lap of the beast and laid her down among the flowers in the garden. Her back was tortured by the thorns of the rosebushes that surrounded them. She began to revive from her horrible experience as the rose thorns pricked her all over her body.
Neja tried to concentrate on the delicious odor of the flowers themselves. The whole world seemed geared to give her pain. Everything that had once seemed beautiful now seemed cursed: her body, the male member and now even the flowers. The color of the roses only served to remind her of the blood that dripped from her loins.
Morgo bent between her thighs and pushed her lovely brown legs apart. Her skin was smooth and only scarred by the rivulets of blood that streamed from her cunt. He began to lick her thighs voraciously. His tongue followed the little streams of blood to their source in her wound. He liked the sweet, salty taste of it. It made him thirsty for her.
He bounced his enormous member between his legs. He slapped it back and forth to make it harder and thicker before the plunge. He had submitted his penis to many rigors to make it hard and scaly on the outside. It looked more as if it was made of leather than of flesh. "Go ahead. Steep your violent passion in her bloody soul. You will feel her essence giving you strength. There is only strength in violence and you will feel reborn after you bathe in her blood. One cannot feel weak after wounding the enemy in that mortal place." Delanna stood over the couple and urged her brother on.
Morgo finally readied himself before her. He surveyed her lash-bruised body. Her brown skin shone with sweat and was patterned delicately from the strokes of the whip. Then he took his thick tool in hand and dug the point into the caked blood that surrounded her womb. He pushed himself deeper and felt the blood gush around him, hot and delightful.
He began pumping it into her with energetic strokes. Each time he withdrew it flamed red before his eyes and increased his passion. Neja moved painfully around him as she writhed on the ground. She had been secured to the post when the beast had her in its clutches but now she was free to flail her arms as much as she pleased.
She beat her little fists against Morgo's back. He laughed. She clawed at his leather-encased shoulders to vent the wrath that came with the pain she had endured. He enjoyed the struggle that the little girl put up and drove his weapon deep inside her bloody womb. He let her use her energy and rage to give him pleasure as she moved around on his dick.
He felt the veins begin to bulge as her muscles resumed their original shape. They had not been completely destroyed by the metal dildo, though it seemed remarkable. They clutched at his dick furiously in an effort to expel him, but he enjoyed the struggle. He let her squeeze him out and then rammed into her again until his leather suit pressed up against her bloody crotch once more.
He began to sock it into her faster and faster as she beat her fists against his chest. He was laughing hysterically now and his cock throbbed violently inside her. Finally it got so large that it exploded like a balloon that had been inflated beyond its capacity. His hot semen shot into her like molten lead and burnt the tender insides of her raw cunt. She writhed on the end of it passionately as he held her arms down to get every last drop inside of her. Then he withdrew, well satisfied with his experiment.
"Delanna, that was a wonderful idea. Blood is a better lubricant than pussy juice any day. It tastes better and it's thicker. The color of it drives me to an excess of passion."
"That is what I have always had, my dear brother. Blood is the color of passion. I have always loved the sight of blood, ever since I was a child. That is the reason for my fondness for the whip. It leaves such lovely red and purple bruises. The color inflames me with such excitement that I forget that I am human and that the same stuff flows in my own veins."
"Delanna, you are a true philosopher. I see that you know what you are about at every moment. You never deviate from your course as I am guilty of having done. I am thankful that you set me such a good example."
They carried Neja back to the house together and deposited her in the dungeon. She was almost unconscious but spoke in delirium.
"They made me fuck a bronze beast. It was horrible. They have destroyed me completely inside. You must try to escape before they do the same to you. It was horrible, horrible." She writhed on her straw pallet pathetically. The other girls tried to calm her, but her bloody body frightened them and made them hysterical as well.
The inmates gathered around Neja and mourned her wounds. But each was thinking of how she herself was going to manage to escape before it became her turn to ride the fearful beast.
CHAPTER SEVEN
In the afternoon there was a lot of noise coming from the dungeon. The girls had gathered around the door and were banging on it loudly trying to attract someone's attention. Gerta was ill and vomiting all over the place. They thought that she should be taken to the hospital.
Eventually Delanna came to see what all the rumpus was about. She brandished her whip before her as she pulled the trapdoor open. The girls fled back down the stairs.
"What's all this racket about? You are sworn to silence and yet you disturb me with all your noise. There better be a good reason for it," she threatened.
"The new girl, Gerta, is sick. She's making a mess all over the floor and we can't stand the smell. She looks so pale, as if she were about to die. Maybe you tortured her too much the last time. If she dies the Commandante will investigate. You better take her to a hospital." It was Sylvia who made this suggestion.
"You better mind your own business. I don't think you're in any position to be giving me orders. Take me to the girl so I can see what's wrong with her."
Sylvia led her to a corner where the stricken Gerta lay on her straw pallet which was saturated with vomit. Her head rolled from side to side and she grabbed her stomach and held her knees up against her as if she had intense cramps. She didn't seem to notice Delanna's presence. She moaned piteously and her tongue hung out of her mouth as she began to retch some more.
"I can't see anything wrong with her. She's just faking it. She thinks I'll take her to the hospital and then she can escape from there. What kind of fool do you take me for? I know your tricks. I've been working with your kind for years now and never has anyone dared to get sick on me. You whores are all of excellent constitutions. Even after dozens of torture sessions you refuse to die and yet you tell me that one of your sort is sick," she began to laugh at the absurdity of the idea. "I don't believe it."
"Maybe she could use a little fresh air," Sylvia suggested, "being kept down here for days at a time is enough to make anybody ill."
"Don't presume upon my patience too much. You're not in America now. You are neither free nor equal. You are my slave and I don't need your advice. However, I think that I will take her upstairs with me. I have the perfect cure for a faker like her. When I'm done with her, none of you will ever even consider being sick."
Delanna picked Gerta's limp body up from the ground with ease. The large girl seemed like a child in Delanna's strong arms. She carried her up the stairs and left the others once again in the gloom of the dungeon.
"Where are you taking me?" Gerta managed to ask.
"I am going to cure you. I don't personally believe in doctors, but I have my own form of medicine which I practice. I am very adept at the treatment of sick souls like yours. Just remember that it is your soul that makes you feel ill. All the nasty deeds you have performed in the past are weighing on you now. Your body has been debilitated because your soul has forsaken it. But I will cure you. We will drive the devil out of your body in the old-fashioned way. The devil cannot tolerate pain."
Delanna carried the invalid to a room where there was a special platform set up. It held a construction that had been used during the Inquisition to draw out confessions from certain unwilling prisoners. The structure consisted of a series of wooden pieces fitted together so as to leave room for the limbs of a body.
Gerta's feet were fitted through holes in a backboard so that she had to kneel with her feet spread wide apart. Then a board swung forward on a hinge and pressed under her breasts. Her arms hung underneath this board through two holes provided for the purpose. But then Delanna inserted a form of T-bar between her breasts. This was shoved on top of her tits until they were distorted by the pressure. It pressed down on them cruelly above the nipples until the tips were red and raw with pain. At the bottom of the T another metal bar was thrust through a hole in the wood. To this piece were attached two boxes in which Delanna inserted the girl's hands. Then the boxes were closed tightly over her fingers and squeezed shut. If this weren't enough to keep her victim still, a cinch was buckled around her waist that held her to the backboard.
The girl's whole body shook with chills. Her body quivered spasmodically and no matter how many bonds Delanna attached she could not keep the girl from shaking.
"Are you cold, my dear? Well, I will fix that. Soon you will feel flames shooting through your body and you will be longing for the cool, slimy cellar. It will seem like heaven to you, I guarantee."
The last bond that Delanna attached was a double-edged saw that fitted through a narrow slit in the backboard and came through the front side of it between Gerta's legs. Delanna bent the metal saw upwards between the girl's thighs, letting the jagged teeth dig into her soft, white flesh. She attached the saw by means of a lock to the belt that ran around the girl's waist.
"Are you comfortable, my dear? Have you gotten over those awful shakes? I would think this should hold you still for a while."
With a tremendous exertion of strength Delanna moved a small iron brazier from a corner of the room onto the platform. She stoked it with coal and then lit a match to a piece of paper. She let the paper burst into flames before Gerta's eyes. The sparks flew up in her face and landed, smoldering, on her white breasts. Gerta began to bow her head and blow at the sparks as they landed on her tits. This caused her tremendous pain as her breasts were enclosed between the two pieces of wood.
"Now we can't have you blowing out this healthy fire, can we?" Delanna asked sarcastically. She took a piece of wood with a string running through it and jammed the wood into Gerta's mouth. The string ran tightly around the back of her head so that she couldn't spit the bit out. She had to grasp it between her teeth to keep from swallowing it and choking.
Delanna lit some more papers and stuffed them into her little iron stove. Gerta could feel the heat that radiated from it as the iron became hot. First it was black and then it began to glow with an orange sheen. Delanna took some needles from her boot and placed them on top of the stove to warm.
The needles were approximately three inches long and honed to sharp points at the tip. Gerta began to struggle against her bonds as she saw that the needles were to be used to mangle her flesh. The wood ripped at her breasts and the saw dug into her crotch with every twist of her body. Her eyes welled with tears as she saw that her struggling would do her no good. Her bonds were too strong for her to break loose from. The needles turned from the steely, metallic color of cold iron to the bright red that iron gets when it is hot, Delanna picked up the first needle between a pair of tongs and blew on it with pursed lips.
"We don't want it to be too hot, you know. Just so hot that you can't stand it."
She approached the shackled girl with her arm, and tongs, and needle outstretched. Gerta couldn't take her eyes off the burning spear that was nearing her breast. And then, suddenly, Delanna plunged it into the center of her nipple. Gerta felt the burning sensation sear through her body. Her stomach convulsed, driving the saw that she held between her legs deep into her thighs and then the vomit welled up in her throat. She felt the puke choking her, but it had no place to go as her mouth was corked with the wooden bit. She had to swallow it back down or suffocate on it. She swallowed the thick smelly mess back inside herself.
Delanna picked up the second needle and plunged it into the other breast. She would have liked the girl to have an infinite number of nipples so that she could reenact this procedure again and again. The girl's tits gushed forth mucous and blood; Delanna couldn't tell if there was milk in the mixture or not. She twisted the needles inside the nipples with delight. Her face was a mask of distorted pleasure. She couldn't take her eyes off the punctured nipples which ran like the yolks of eggs when you break them with a fork.
"You are lucky that it is only your breasts that I am interested in," she told Gerta. "In the days of the Inquisition these sharp points were used exclusively to put out people's eyes. But I find this sport much more delightful. Look at the way your tits are oozing their essence. I wouldn't be surprised if they became completely deflated after this. Imagine, a flat-chested whore!" She laughed evilly.
She let two needles remain stuck in Gerta's tits and then began to apply her hot thorns elsewhere. She punctured the girl's navel with one and then scratched long burns in each of her thighs. She carved a 'D' for Delanna on each of the girl's breasts. She wanted everyone to know that she was personally responsible for the expertly inflicted wounds that would scar the girl's body as long as she lived.
When she released Gerta's hands from the little boxes, they were shriveled up like those of a person with arthritis. They looked old and the skin was all crumpled. The bones were crooked as well. The saw had left long scratches in the crease of Gerta's thighs. But the greatest difference that Delanna had inculcated was in the girl's breasts.
Once Gerta's breasts had been round and firm and full. Now they hung from her body like great knobby potatoes. They were lumpy and swollen in places. The rosy red nipples were caked with blood. They were brown and encrusted with scabs by the time Delanna withdrew the cold needles from Gerta's flesh. The needles had singed the holes closed so that the punctures remained permanent for all time.
Delanna carried the unconscious girl back down to the dungeon. The others gathered around her and were shocked by the change in her body over so short a period of time.
"You see. No more convulsions. No more nausea. If anyone else feels sick I know a good cure." But no volunteers responded. "Well, I'm tired after my labors to help the ailing. Good night. Sleep well, my little slaves." With this, Delanna mounted the stairs again and left them to think over their plight.
In the middle of the night Morgo paid a visit to the dungeon. He came stealthily down the stairs like a thief in the night and carried Bertha off with him.
He had felt a sudden lust come over him in the middle of the night. He had dreamt of blood and now he wanted to taste it between his lips.
He was thirsty as a vampire and arose with a tremendous hard-on that would not let him fall back to sleep.
He carried Bertha back to his bed. He hauled her large body over his shoulder and she submitted to him quietly as she remained in awe of his large dick. His fantasy with the thorn tree had left her body bruised and worn, but she could still remember the feeling of his dick inside her from the evening he had dressed as a sailor and came to their room.
Morgo heaved his heavy load onto the bed. Bertha squirmed there delightedly at landing on a soft mattress. The satiny sheets felt luxurious against her pale white skin after spending so many days in the dungeon. She dragged the bedspread around her body to feel the material clinging to her, and Morgo watched her play for a while. Finally he ripped the cloth away from her and looked hungrily at her naked body. Her tits rose and fell in excitement as she waited for him to take her.
A framework over the bed supported a canopy and a cross beam. To the latter he attached a length of chain. He grabbed Bertha's feet and hands and held them all in his own large paw while he wrapped the chain around them, securing Bertha like a pig by the trotters. Her tits flapped under her arms and he hauled her body up until it was suspended a foot above the mattress. She hung painfully with the links of chain digging into her wrists and ankles.
Morgo took another length of chain that he had handy and began whipping her with it. She had nice, broad, white buttocks that made an excellent target for his passion. He lashed the chain against her with fury so that it left its impression wherever it landed. Soon her ass was covered with little curves of redness, but still she would not bleed.
Morgo was growing frustrated with his efforts. This girl was too thickly covered with fat to bleed easily. He would have a rough task before him. Finally he decided to get right to the heart of the matter and took his knife to her. He had a very long sharp stiletto that was the pride of his possessions.
He pressed very tenderly into her buttocks and the knife severed the skin. The blood began to run down over her ass in small rivulets that excited his soul. He decided to carve his initial in her fleshy flank. He was amazed at how little pressure was needed for the knife to cleave the skin.
Bertha began to scream at the first touch of the knife. She hadn't considered that he would want to carve her up like a cow. Morgo gathered up the discarded length of chain with which he had been whipping her and gagged her with it. He linked the chain tightly together behind her blonde head.
The chain pressed her mouth wide open and cracked her parched lips so that the blood began to trickle down her chin and drive him wild. He pressed his tongue inside her lips and licked the blood away. He felt the cold links of chain with their metal taste in his own mouth and he began sucking on them. Their hardness seemed to cool his mind and recall him to what he was about.
He set himself to work on her ass once again. The blood by this time was dripping into her cunt. He stuck his gloved hand inside her and massaged the red liquid in. Her cunt became nice and juicy with this treatment and the blood matted her golden pubic hairs delightfully. He mushed his hands around on her ass until they too were covered with the thick substance. His gloves glistened black with an overtone of red.
He massaged the blood into his penis as if it were some health-giving balm. It began to stiffen to its usual rock hardness and he admired the way the blood made it shine. He teased and pulled at it, massaging the blood all around it until it was completely lubricated.
He began swinging Bertha back and forth on her chains. She looked like a fat ham hanging in a butcher shop. He was just about ready now to try some of her meat.
He held her fat red ass in his hands and thrust a bar between her knees, forcing her thighs painfully apart. Now he opened her cunt with his fingers and pushed the head of his prick inside her. She began to moan as she finally felt him entering her tender trap.
Bertha felt the beginning of his head start down her long canal. She held herself as still as she possibly could so that she could concentrate on opening herself wide to his need. She felt him pumping inch after inch of it into her. It was extremely thick and stretched her out painfully, but it filled her with delight to possess a prick such as this one. Before he was in all the way she was completely filled up. He reached the end of her passage and could enter no further. He began to swing her back and forth on her chains. She slid over him like a cylinder over a piston and he rammed it into her again and again until he had altered the size of her cunt to fit his enormous weapon.
He stretched her out by swinging her into him over and over. She would pull off him, dragging the skin with her delightfully, and then come up against him again as she swung back, and he would woosh her up again with great satisfaction. Then he let her lodge on his long rod and began smashing her thighs with his hands so that she was jiggling from her chains and her cunt was moving around him with short, quick jolts. He pumped her on and off his dick again and again until he could feel it growing even larger. The blood began to clot all over her and inside her, chafing him and making him irritated as well as excited.
Finally he felt himself completely absorbed in her bloody sea and he began reaming her out with energetic movements, holding onto her ass and twisting her cunt around him. It was not long before he pumped his hot load into her and she felt the smooth flow of his semen inside her longing loins.
Now that he had sated himself on her rear end, he was ready to try her front end. He let her fall from her chains onto the bed as he released the chain that was attached to the overhead bar. She descended painfully onto her battered ass. But the satiny bedspread felt soft and cool next to her bruised cheeks and she didn't complain. She looked at him supplicatingly as she massaged her wrists where the chain had bitten into them. He removed the gag from her mouth and she heaved a sigh of relief.
Now he sat on her stomach and began to play with her large tits. He liked the blood-red color of the nipples, which he poked and teased. He pinioned her arms under his heavy knees while he worked her over. He watched the nipples pucker under his calloused fingers. He loved the way they changed from smooth to wrinkled surfaces. He ran his coarse hands over the smooth skin on her chest and. throat.
He grasped her neck in his powerful hands and she looked at him in fear, thinking that he was about to choke her. He began to laugh and bent his head down to her neck and bit into it. His sharp teeth pierced the skin which was much thinner here than on her ass, needless to say. He sucked the hot blood down his throat with zest and felt his penis wriggle between her breasts with excitement.
He sat back on her large, comfortable stomach and propped his enormous penis between her breasts. He picked up her large bosoms, which. had a tendency to fall to the side, and pressed the soft skin of them over his member. He massaged her tits against one another so that they rubbed against his penis softly. His huge member tunneled between them and appeared under her chin. She bent her head down willingly and began to suck.
Her tongue surrounded the head of his dick and she watched the massive width of it, wondering how she would ever get it inside her mouth. She circled it wetly and energetically, while he pushed and pulled it between her breasts. She could see the large veins pulsing to the surface and feel them popping out on the skin of his dick.
Morgo felt her hot mouth coaxing his dick to become larger and larger. Soon enough, it extended from below her breasts all the way down her throat. She choked on its thickness as he plugged her with it. She had to hold her mouth open as wide as possible in order to keep from biting it.
He felt himself encased by her cool flesh and then moistened by her hot mouth. It was delightful to have both sensations at the same time. He held her tits together in one hand by the nipples as he tunneled through them. His hand opened and closed over them as he teased the nipples brutally, but it excited her.
She began to moan as she felt the pressure of his fingers tightening on the tips of her tits. He jammed his dick down her throat harder than ever so she would not interrupt him with her bestial noises. She began to choke on the thickness of his member as it was rammed into the back of her throat. Finally the pulsing of her throat created shock waves that ran up and down his cock, making it tense more and more until it began to throb on its own. Soon his essences were gushing out of it and swamping her throat. She gagged on all of it and he was delighted to see his own pearly juices streaming down her nose.
When he was done with her mouth, Morgo found that the desire still was upon him.. Where else was there to go? He hoisted her exhausted body over on its stomach and dragged her by the feet to the end of the bed. He dropped her legs over the footboard so that her ass was propped up and he could stand behind her and explore it.
He poked his gloved finger inside it and found that it was too tight for him to think of entering it. He would have to stretch it out a bit, first. He took a shoehorn from a drawer and began to thwack her soundly with it. He liked the thud of the broad horn part against her fleshy bottom. The horn was attached to a long supple rod with the idea that you shouldn't have to bend down to put your shoes on.
He beat her with the rod until her ass began to bleed again. Then he massaged the red liquid into her anus for a lubricant. It had worked very well previously in her cunt. He worked the blood in with his gloved fingers until they slid in and out easily. Then he poked the broad, curved tongue of the shoehorn inside her tight hole.
He had to spread the bruised cheeks of her ass wide apart with his fingers and then shove the horn in with his other hand. The skin stretched and became pink and taut and finally he managed to ram his broad weapon inside.
He twisted it around, bending the supple rod until it was deep inside her. The muscles of her anus closed around the thin pole with the horn itself deep inside her ass. He shoved it in as deep as it would go, and then withdrew it. A spoonful of shit sat on the tongue of the horn and he smelled it with satisfaction.
Now she would be ready to take him on. He spread her cheeks apart with both his hands until the anal aperture hung open before him. He propped his dick up onto her ass and let it slide down the bloody crack until it was in position. Then he lunged forward and drove it into her, feeling the muscles give way before his iron-hard dick. It felt extremely tight around him but the blood let him slide back and forth easily. Soon he was working it inside her without any difficulty at all.
He could feel her thighs come up hard against the footboard as he socked it into her. She could not move forward in order to get out of the way of his spear. She just had to bury her head in the pillow and feel him rending her buttocks in two. Again and again he came at her like a raging bull. She could feel her muscles splitting as he tore into them. She felt like she had to shit, but instead of something coming out it was going in. She thought that he was piercing her kidneys with his long member, but her feet just dangled helplessly in the air and there was nothing she could do to stop him. He had her hips grasped tightly in his powerful hands.
Morgo felt his excitement growing at her tightness and moistness. Corn-holing was a completely different experience from either fucking or sucking. In this practice he always had to widen his partner's hole. There wasn't an anus in the world big enough to take him inside on the first try. His dick was chafed from the coarse texture of her anal canal. It began to swell even larger inside her. She couldn't believe that it could possibly get any thicker, but it did.
He could no longer remove it, it was wedged in so tightly. He lowered himself on his knees and began twisting it around inside her. Finally it exploded, filling her intestine with molten scum. He was able to withdraw it as it shrank a little once it had expelled its fluids. A flood of scum and shit gushed out onto the floor between his feet. He smiled down at the product of his efforts.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next day Delanna had a meeting with her friend Mara, the spy. Mara was full of tales concerning the lesbian activities that the girls indulged in on their own. She told Delanna that the ring leaders were Sylvia and Beta who bore a special hatred for their mistress since their spirits had yet to be broken.
Delanna thanked her servant for the information and, as a special treat, they decided to go into town together to see if they could pick up any more prostitutes. Mara said that there were several of her local cohorts who had yet to be captured. They also had to go marketing for some costumes for the girls to wear, as the Commandante was expected for another visit the following day.
Mara was delighted with the leather costume that Delanna provided her with. She was dressed in tight, black toreador pants with high-heeled boots and a leather tunic to match. Her breasts bulged proudly from beneath the clinging leather and the tips of the nipples were hard and clearly visible.
They took the Fiat into town and did then-shopping first. They bought the girls leather jumpsuits which they planned to cut out at the crotch and the breast. The leather would press tightly to every crack and crevice, and push their pubes and tits out delightfully. They were sure that the Commandante would be pleased with this apparel.
Then Mara took Delanna to one of her favorite haunts in the past. They found a streetwalker before very long and were guiding her towards their car when a large-breasted woman came running after them yelling loudly and gesticulating with her hands.
"You whores!" she screamed irately. "I saw you with my son last night. What are you doing with a boy of twelve? Do you think that taking his clean body will help you to purify your own filthy soul?"
Delanna grabbed the woman by the hand and told her that they could discuss it in the car. She pushed Juanita in first and then the whore sat down next to her. They would have to take this hostage with them if they didn't want her to create a scene. Delanna liked the haughty look of her. She thought that she would enjoy taming this shrew.
"Where are you taking me? I'm not your sort," Juanita wailed as she began to realize the mess she had gotten herself into.
"Just be quiet and nothing will happen to you. All women are whores. I don't believe you are an exception," Delanna told her, turning around to smile over her shoulder.
Juanita decided that the best way to deal with the situation was just to keep quiet. She would not give her identity away, at least not yet. She felt quite confident her husband, the Commandante, would find her soon enough and then they would get the punishment that was due to them. She realized if she told them who she was, they would try to ransom her for money. She decided that it would be best to keep her secret to herself. She had every confidence that her husband would find her before any harm was done.
Delanna and Mara were pleased with their catch. All of the other prisoners were low-class types, but this woman was something special. She was sure that Morgo would be pleased as well. He considered himself an aristocrat and would be happy to have a well-bred woman in their company. Besides all thfs, they were sure that she wasn't really a whore. It would be delightful to try out a tight hole or two. This was a real delicacy in a house full of loose women.
When they arrived back at the castle, it was already late in the afternoon. The clouds of night were beginning to settle down over the towers. The last beams of sun were shedding their thin rays over the lawn. An owl hooted ominously in the trees. Delanna had the feeling that the bird was trying to warn her of some impending doom. Afternoons like this one were usually consoling to her; she even liked the screech of owls, but she could feel in her blood that something was wrong.
The new girl's name was Francesca. She said that she was willing to cooperate with them in any way if they would just get this harpy, Juanita, away from her ear. Juanita had been damning her in an undertone during the whole long ride out to the castle.
Delanna took Juanita to a small room in one of the towers. She didn't want this woman to be put in with the commoners who dwelt down in the dungeon. She was afraid that they would take Juanita for their own pleasures and she wanted to save her for the next day. She thought that the Commandante might want to try her nice, tight hole himself.
Juanita followed Delanna up into the tall tower. There were only small windows with rusty iron bars at every other flight. Juanita could see that they had climbed until they were above the trees. By the time they reached the chamber designated for the new prisoner, they were surrounded by the swirling mists that always encircled the towers of the castle. Nothing could be seen from the solitary barred window except the thick clouds moving endlessly past, but never drifting away.
Delanna pressed Juanita up against the wall. She rubbed her leather-covered breast against the other woman's large tits. Juanita's eyes fluttered up in her head at the ignominy of such an activity. She had never been exposed to such treatment in her life. She tried to push Delanna away by the shoulders. Her hands came up against the leather-clad body of Delanna. She pushed with all her might to try and remove herself from contact with the other, but her efforts were useless. Delanna's shoulders felt like they were made of iron. She was amazingly strong for a woman, and Juanita realized that she was up against a superhuman force.
Delanna ripped away the front of Juanita's black matronly dress exposing her luscious white tits. They stood up proudly in their nakedness and heaved with agitation. Delanna gazed at the pure white flesh and reached her claw-like fingers to the nipples which she poked and teased until they were shriveled from excitement. Then she pressed the woman's hands into iron cuffs that were suspended on short chains from the wall. She closed them around Juanita's wrists and watched her struggle helplessly against the strong bonds.
Delanna went down on her knees before Juanita as if idolizing her purity, but actually she was observing the woman's trim ankles and calves. Finally, she bobbed her head underneath Juanita's full skirt and began massaging her gloved hands up and down the smooth thighs. Juanita had to just stand with her legs apart while the other explored her below. She could feel the cold hands climbing over her body and chills ran up and down her spine. Then she felt the sharp nails inserted in the waistband of her panties. Next came a loud ripping noise as Delanna tore her panties to shreds. They fell from her thighs leaving her bare bush exposed to Delanna's inspection.
She poked her hands into the thick hair which was black and lustrous. It smelled exotically of expensive soap. She poked her nose between the lips and inhaled deeply the lush fragrance of the soap and the pungent odor of the cunt itself. She began poking her fingers inside the woman's crotch. Juanita wriggled agitatedly on top of her fingers. Delanna finally removed her hand to probe her tongue inside instead.
Juanita felt the woman's sandpapery tongue slipping around her labia. She began to cry from shame. The tongue wagged her clitoris back and forth endlessly. She could feel herself getting aroused despite her contempt for the whole situation. Finally she found herself squatting down on the tongue and holding Delanna's cheeks between her thighs. The tongue surged up her cunt and she could feel the juices beginning to flow down.
Delanna worked her over with delight. She liked to eat out a sweet-smelling twat from time to time, especially if she were sure to humiliate her victim by doing so. She pushed her hands through the woman's legs so that she held her arms on either side of the cunt and forced Juanita's legs further apart while she poked her fingers inside the other's virgin ass-hole. Her anus was so tight that Delanna could only fit one finger up it at a time. She sucked the woman's luscious nether lips inside her mouth as she probed the anus forcefully.
Juanita began to moan despite her efforts to stay calm and objective. Her ass-hole was becoming sore and she suddenly felt like she had to shit. She was in agony at the thought of shitting on the other's hand. She could not let herself be so disgusting. She concentrated on the feeling inside her twat in order to forget her urge to shit. The pleasurable sensations of Delanna's lips circling her cunt, the tongue diddling her clitoris and then stabbing into her sensitive soul, were not lost on her.
Delanna was pleased to feel Juanita struggling against her chains in an effort to push herself down harder onto her mouth. She began to bite into the tender clitoris with her teeth which made the woman moan delightfully. Soon Juanita was coming and streaming down her pearly liquid into Delanna's face. Delanna licked her lips and swallowed it down. She was satisfied to have seduced this woman when the last thing that she wanted was to feel sensuality.
Finally Delanna crawled out from Juanita's skirts. She looked defiantly at the other, whose face had changed as it had been overcome by passion. The sculptured features which had looked so haughty and strong previously had been melted by hot passion until they were swathed in a weak and lustful mask that only bore a slight resemblance to the original.
"You whore. Have I proved to you that you are as weak and sinful as any other woman? You take your pleasure where it lies like the rest of us. But we will change your ideas of yourself to coincide with reality. We will see how long you remain haughty with that false sense of yourself. I will personally take great pleasure in beating it out of you." With this Delanna gave her a couple of smart slaps across the face.
Juanita's face burned from the pressure of the hard hand. She was glad, however, to receive the slaps which she felt she deserved for giving into lesbian pleasures. She would think about the sinfulness of what she had done for the rest of the afternoon. She would also be plagued with the hope that the Commandante would rescue her before her body was stained any further by the depravity that reigned in this castle of horrors.
Delanna went downstairs to see how Mara was making out with her new victim. She had given the girl permission to work the new prostitute over herself. Now she went to view her friend's progress. Mara was trying to prove herself capable of the position of captain which she had been commissioned with by Delanna.
Mara had the new girl dressed in one of the costumes that they had bought in town that day. Francesca had a narrow waist and huge ass, which the leather suit accentuated. Her breasts bulged through two holes that had been cut in the material. Her cunt was exposed through a triangular opening in the front of the suit. Her ass was exposed by means of a flap that had been cut out in the seat of her pants and which Mara had raised with a purpose in mind.
Mara had the girl entrapped in a wooden pillory. Her neck and wrists were resting on top of a heavy board and then another board was secured on top of the first allowing for her head and hands to stick through to the far side while the bulk of her body remained behind. Then Mara had opened the trap door of her pants and was involved in whipping her passionately when Delanna entered the room.
"I see that you are taking advantage of the equipment that has been bequeathed to us by our forefathers. This is an excellent device to begin with. It will not maim her but leaves her totally open to your desires. Please continue. Don't let me disturb you," she told Mara who had ceased the whipping when Delanna entered the chamber.
Now she wielded the whip high over her head and let it fall heavily on top of the girl's ass. Francesca tried to wiggle away from it, but since she couldn't see where the blows were aimed, as her head was on the other side of the board, she was unsuccessful at evading the lash. However, her dancing from side to side amused her audience immensely.
Francesca's ass wiggled around and from side to side. The flesh itself shimmied and vibrated with every blow of the whip. It had been smooth and white to begin with, but now, predictably, it was covered with red and purple bruises and welts were raising all over its surface. However, it still looked soft and seductive as it was so large and round in shape.
Mara strapped a huge leather dildo around her thighs and buckled it beneath her crotch. It was some ten or twelve inches long and had a sharp spike imbedded in the tip of it. The spike actually was just the protruding end of the steel spine that ran through the whole length of the artificial penis. Mara ran her hand over the erect member lovingly and then went around to show Francesca what she must prepare herself for.
She stepped up to the girl's immobile face by means of a small wooden staircase that had been moved into position in front of the pillory. She stepped into position in front of Francesca and whacked the girl soundly across the face with the leather dick and then poked it into her mouth so that she could lubricate it with her own saliva.
"Do a good job and it will go easier on you. But I'm sure you've taken it up the ass before. I hope you like it," she teased the girl.
Mara descended the steps again and went around to the rear where Delanna had been licking out the girl's anus with her tongue. She had enjoyed reaming it out and the taste of shit lingered grittily in her mouth. She smiled and Mara could see the brown stuff adhering to her teeth. She approached Mara and kissed her passionately. The girl licked the shit off her mistress's teeth and swallowed it down as if it were all part of a ritual. Delanna pressed her hand against the pseudo-dick and gave her a nod that indicated that she should begin to use it.
Mara positioned herself behind the pinioned Francesca. She was standing about three feet away and then took a couple of short running steps and impaled the girl's ass on the large dildo. It only stuck in a few inches. She wrenched it out again. Now she went to the far side of the room and came running towards the girl's ass from there. As she reached the huge buttocks she grasped them with her hands and jumped up on the girl's back and plunged the dildo between her large cheeks. It stuck in good this time.
She lowered her feet back to the ground and began jumping up and down against Francesca's ass. She worked it in deeper and tighter with each lunge. She could feel the hard member rending the crack and ripping the muscles so that the dick could penetrate and the spike would press into the back of the girl's tender canal.
As Mara lunged into her body, Francesca was pushed up against the splintering boards of the pillory. Her breasts rubbed cruelly against the wood, retaining little splinters in the skin. But she hardly even noticed this additional pain. She felt as if she were being cleaved in two by the large dildo which pried the cheeks of her ass apart. Then, suddenly, the sharp spearhead of it dug into her and she was screaming in agony. She felt like she was being ripped to shreds inside.
As the sharp point penetrated the flesh inside her anus the blood began to flow freely over the black dildo making it shine. Mara was able to push it in and out now without much effort at all. She twisted it inside the ass with passion and massaged the cheeks of the buttocks feeling her fingers scratch and pinch the ample flesh.
Finally the girl seemed to succumb to the pain and hung limply from her head and hands. Mara was disappointed that her fun had lasted so short a time. She lifted the spiked heel and hard sole of her leather boot and kicked the girl a couple of times to show her disdain. She was satisfied with the imprint her boot left and then shoved the high heel up the ass-hole. It sunk in and came out all bloody and disgusting. Mara was a little disappointed.
"Well next time you'll have to learn to take it easier. If you begin slower at first you'll find that your victims will show more stamina. There's a psychology to it. The slower and more enduring the pain the more they are able to sustain. You see, they build up a tolerance to it and you get to inflict more and more. I'll show you what I mean."
Delanna had not forgotten about Sylvia and Beta. She would punish them together for their lesbian activities. It only seemed just to let them inflict pain on one another, and she had just the machine to help them to their fate.
They brought the girls up from the dungeon with the excuse that they had clothes for them to try on. Delanna helped Sylvia into a costume of leather. She fitted a mask over the girl's eyes so that she could not see what she would do next. But Mara held Beta nearby with her arm pushed up painfully behind her back. She screamed as she saw Delanna pull a knife from her boot. It was the sharp stiletto that she was fond of. She raised the knife to the blind-folded girl's breast. Sylvia looked on in dismay, her eyes wide with fear for her friend.
Delanna plunged the knife into the material at the side of the breast. The girl felt the cold steel contact her skin and stood perfectly still as she realized she was in some sort of danger. Delanna moved the knife expertly around the girl's breast with a quick motion. The leather fell away and her breast poked through glorious and unscathed. She used the same method to expose the other bosom and then began poking the nipples with the point of her knife. The. red rosettes were pushed from side to side. They seemed to evade the sharp edge of the knife on their own. Perhaps it was lucky that Sylvia couldn't watch the procedure, as the slightest movement on her part would surely have made the knife cut into the tender white flesh.
Finally Delanna tired of this little game and gave up the pretense of having brought the girls upstairs solely to clothe their bodies. She and Mara escorted the two victims to the next room where their fate awaited them in the form of an exotic machine.
There was a stone platform that supported the structure which can only be described in terms of the purpose that it was used for. Beta was made to straddle an inclined slab. The cold concrete was rough between her tender thighs. Then Delanna attached an iron machine to her breasts. Two pieces of metal had been bent in such a way that her breasts could fit between them. The indentations accorded with the bulges of the bosom and when one piece was attached underneath and the other above, they squeezed her breasts painfully. The two metal pieces were attached by screws at either end. Delanna closed them tightly around Beta's bosom so that her breasts were squeezed away from her body and looked like two bloated balloons. Then a chain was attached to the bars that contained her bosom and extended from between her bulging breasts to a link in the concrete ledge upon which she was seated. In this way she was forced to bend forward and down or have her tits pulled out of her chest.
Behind Beta's body rose two tall posts with a crossbar at the top. Mara was directed to help Sylvia to climb onto the kneeling girl's shoulders. Delanna had worked out this torture in every detail. Sylvia kneeled on Beta's shoulders and was tied with thick ropes to the crossbar between the two posts. Then Mara lifted Beta's arms over the other girl's legs and tied their limbs together so that Beta's head rested motionless between Sylvia's knees which were secured together with a thick belt:
But this was the least of the torture. The best part was still to come. Delanna took care of the last detail by herself. Before the two girls there was the concrete platform which held a sturdy structure consisting of two rollers that were suspended between metal bars one several feet above the other. A leather strap was rolled around the lower and thicker roller. Delanna began to pull this off and extend it over the top roller. She pulled it between Sylvia's thighs and placed it securely through a slit in the crossbar. Her twat rested uncomfortably on the strap which hung between the roller and the crossbar.
Now Delanna manned a crank attached to the lower roller. She began to wind the strap back onto it. The strap strained over the upper roller and pulled taut between Sylvia's thighs. The strap began to raise Sylvia's body higher and higher as it was driven up into her crotch. In this way Beta's chin was forced onto the belt that bound Sylvia's knees on her own shoulders. As the girl's body was lifted, her legs, which rested under Beta's arms began to pressure the bottom girl. As she was hoisted up the chain between her tits held her down. The effect was that her tits were being stretched further from her body as Delanna turned the crank.
It was a marvelously intricate machine. The strap between Sylvia's legs cut mercilessly into her cunt. But the pressure which raised the upper girl was also felt by the lower. Beta's tits were enclosed in the metal bars that held her down, but her arms were attached to raise Beta up as well.
Delanna pulled at the crank with a passion. She watched the breasts stretch from Beta's chest with delight. The Danish girl sported awesomely large tits that pricked out so far that Delanna decided at once that she would take her revenge on them. She watched the metal bars dig into the flesh and pull the tits from their sockets. The nipples bulged with the pressure and looked like tongues. Delanna smiled and smacked her lips.
Meanwhile, Sylvia felt the hard, sharp edges of the strap cutting into her cunt. Her labia burned as the strap was pulled between her thighs. The whole weight of her body pressed down on the strap and Beta was pulling on her knees trying to pressure her downwards in order to get her tits closer to the chain and relax the links. So the two girls were working against one another. Sylvia was trying to raise herself so that the strap wouldn't be forced up inside her tender twat, and Beta was trying to lower her body so that her tits wouldn't be ripped from her chest.
Delanna and Mara laughed at their predicament. Finally when the strap was taut and almost at its breaking point and Sylvia was raised as high as the strap would take her, Delanna locked the crank in place.
"It is only fitting for you two to punish one another. You have only yourselves to blame for your pain. You are suffering and I am doing nothing to you. You are doing it to each other." She began to cackle as she contemplated their precarious predicament.
"It is marvelous to see how you make the punishment fit the crime," Mara added. "You are truly ingenious. I can see that I will be able to learn a lot from you," she flattered her mistress. "I am truly honored that you have taken me on as your accomplice. I hope that my little talents will be of use to you."
"Mara, it gives me great pleasure to have you by my side to praise my work. It is not everyone who is able to appreciate my art. Now I want you to dress the other girls in their costumes. You must cut them out in the proper places so that the Commandante will be able to see their sinful features. We must make everything perfect for his visit tomorrow."
Morgo and Delanna spent the rest of the evening preparing the castle for the Commandante's review. They made a showcase for their whips and oiled the machinery that was scattered through the various rooms. They hoped that the Commandante would try some of their engines and approve their work. They figured that he would be pleased that they had gathered new members in his absence. Delanna thought he might particularly like to sample their newest treat, the shrew in the tower.
CHAPTER NINE
The Commandante was disturbed when his wife did not come home that evening. He couldn't imagine what had become of her. A neighbor told him that she had been downtown marketing and had seen his wife shopping as well. The woman said that Juanita had stopped in the street to talk to a prostitute, though she could not imagine what her purpose had been. The woman bowed her head in embarrassment when she mentioned this fact. The
Commandante confided in her that his wife was troubled since some streetwalker had propositioned one of their children. The woman seemed to understand and promised that she would keep their secret. She said that she hoped no evil had come to Dona Juanita.
The Commandante was afraid that his wife might have been abducted by some whores. It was possible that they had found out that he was responsible for the reign of terror in Barcelona, which was geared at imprisoning the whole lot of them. It was possible that they were taking their revenge on his wife. He thought the situation over and decided that the best thing to do was to consult with his agents the next morning when he visited the castle. Perhaps they would have learned something about his wife's kidnapping. He had a premonition that they could lead him to his wife somehow.
The Commandante brought a guard of several men with him to the castle. He wanted to begin the search for his wife immediately after he had spoken with his agents. He drove up to the castle with his men and explained to them the purpose of the house of torture. They said that they had wondered why the number of prostitutes in the city had diminished so suddenly. They admired the ingenuity of his plan and were astonished that the famed Morgo and Delanna had been called to their own town.
"You won't believe them when you see them. They do not look like any man or woman you have ever seen before. They dress all in black like executioners. My skin crawls over my body in their presence, and you will not sleep at night after I have introduced them to you. They are completely amoral beings which makes them perfect for their job, but fearful in themselves. I sometimes wonder if the presence of their evil can possibly work as a cure for immorality under the eyes of God."
Morgo and Delanna had gotten up early in the morning in order to prepare Juanita to meet the Commandante. They wanted to prove her first themselves so that they could recommend her to their chief afterwards.
Morgo had been favorably impressed by her tall figure and aristocratic features. He loved to abuse women who held themselves above him. He laughed as she cursed him and called him names.
"Whoremonger, serpent, pimp, torturer," she flung at him when he and Delanna came to visit her in her tower the next morning. "Are you in charge here? Is this domain, this castle of evil, your responsibility? You will burn in hell for this atrocity upon humanity."
"And you will suffer right here on earth for your foul mouth. Kneel down and kiss my boots. Use your mouth to some purpose for I'd hate to have to seal it with hot tar," he threatened. "You had better show me that it is good for something other than talking. Our women are sworn to silence. I don't like the jabbering of females in my presence. I suggest you remember that or I may have to cut out your tongue."
Juanita glared at him with her coal black eyes. But she was silent with fear. She felt subdued as the two of them looked her over. It was obvious that they could do anything that they wanted with her. Delanna stepped up to her and ripped the rags of her dress from her body. They fell to the floor leaving her naked. She covered her breast and her crotch modestly with her hands and they laughed and slapped each other on the back gleefully.
"You heard my brother," Delanna told her in a hard edged voice. "Get down on your knees and lick!" With this she shoved Juanita onto the ground at Morgo's feet.
Juanita closed her mouth firmly, but Delanna was ready to persuade her to do what was bid of her. She held a snaky whip in her hand. The handle of it was shaped like a thick penis. It had a dual purpose in that it could be used as either a whip or a dildo. Delanna held the shaft end of it and hurled the lash over her head. She brought it down strongly against Juanita's pure white ass. It hit with a resounding smack as she was not a fleshy person so that the whip bruised her to the bone.
"Lick!" Delanna screamed as she lashed away.
Finally Juanita bent her head over Morgo's boots and worked her tongue over the dusty leather. She kept cursing her two torturers under her breath. They could make her do anything, perhaps, but when her husband found her the tables would be turned. She could not know how close he was to her at this moment. But she was a woman of great faith and obdurate will. She would lick the boots now, but later she would take her revenge.
Morgo's large erection wagged over her head as she cleaned and polished the leather footwear. She looked up now and again and couldn't believe the size of the member. She feared it more than she did the whip. She couldn't imagine that this man could take his pleasure with women. Only a cow would have room enough to take in his huge cock. Yet she feared that she was doomed to feel the thickness of it painfully filling her loins. She licked fervidly at the boots now, hoping to forestall the encounter with his fearful weapon.
Morgo watched the whip stripping her ass. His member grew larger and larger as the red blood seeped into the scratches made by the lash. He was absorbed in the crisscrossing pattern of the scratches, bright red against the white skin. He massaged his big cock sensually to the rhythm of the strokes that Delanna delivered.
"I am ready for you now, my proud senora."
He lifted her under the arms and turned her around. He tied her wrists behind her back as he knew that she wouldn't be too fearful to try to scratch him. Then he inserted his thick dick in the crack between her buttocks and let it slide up and down massaging the blood in with its head. He finally felt himself reach the tiny hole that was her anus. He reached around her thighs and drew her down onto him powerfully, as he sunk to his knees.
While Morgo was struggling to impale her on his enormous member Delanna pulled off the ordinary vest that she wore everyday, and arranged a special bra over her breasts. This bodice was made of wood which had iron spikes driven through the cups. The spikes were bent in all directions but sharpened to extreme points at the tips. The cups were attached to her breasts by means of leather straps that fitted around her neck and back. The interior was padded next to her own nipples while the spikes jutted out in the direction of Juanita as she approached her.
Morgo had fitted his dick inside Juanita's ass-hole without too much difficulty. He was experienced at stretching the tense anal muscles and he used her own weight against her. He seated her on his member and then lifted her feet off the ground with his hands under her thighs. In this way her whole weight was centered on the tip of his dick and she sunk onto it painfully.
She began to struggle on top of him as she saw Delanna approach her with her whip in her hand, the dildo end of it pointing menacingly at her crotch. Delanna approached her with slow even steps, so that Juanita held her breath in and watched wide-eyed as her evil fate stalked toward her. The spike-covered breasts shone in the dim light that poured through the barred window of her cell.
Then Delanna was down on one knee before her. She poked her leather-covered leg under Juanita's outstretched thigh. Her ass-hole was forced to close tightly upon Morgo's member and she felt it digging into her spine. Then Delanna leaned against her own soft tits with her spiked breast plates and she let out a long scream of pain and terror.
Morgo aided his sister by holding Juanita's thighs wide apart with his hands. This also had the effect of pinching her buttocks together behind her and making them surround his dick delightfully. He began to lift her thighs up and down so that she rose on and off his dick, which stuck up her completely. At the same time her cunt hung wide open so that Delanna could fill her from the front.
Delanna saw how Morgo was spreading the lips of her cunt wide apart. The black hairs curled delightfully over the juicy red lips and Delanna hung her arm down to the level of Juanita's crotch. She took careful aim and swung her dildo into the woman's open wound, as she pressed her naily breasts into her nipples. The dildo sank in delightfully with the first thrust. Delanna twirled it around inside of her with passion, picking up the rhythm that her brother was using to probe himself into her anus.
Juanita had never been so misused in her life. Her body felt completely full. Her ass was stopped up in the worst way. It was like being constipated, but the pain was much worse, She also felt Delanna's weapon assaulting her in the cunt. She thought that the two phalluses would soon pierce her through and meet inside. She felt like there was a tunnel through her body, for as Morgo thrust inside her ass, Delanna's dildo was pushed out. Then Delanna would shove her weapon up the open twat and Morgo would move out a few inches, but no more. In the meantime her breasts were being tortured by the spikes.
She began to breathe hard and to moan. It was painful but she was getting hot. All the bodies surrounding her with their heat, and the friction of their huge weapons inside her made her nerves grow tense and overwrought. Her muscles were being moved inside her despite her efforts to hold still. Her sensuality was being stirred up until she could not help feel some amount of pleasure mixed in with the pain. They kept at her tirelessly until she felt like a heap of yielding flesh. Her juices were flowing down her thighs and the blood dripped erotically over her ass. She was completely filled up with their serpentine and moving engines. She felt her blood boiling inside her and soon she was writhing up against Delanna's spiked breasts and creaming onto the dildo.
Morgo felt the spasms in her anus as she came. They made his dick expand as her muscles pressured it delightfully. He was heaving her up and down on top of him. Letting her fall freely onto his member. Soon he shot her ass-hole full of his come and she felt the molten liquid shoot up her like a geyser.
Now he let her fall onto the floor in a weeping mass of scum and pussy juice and blood. But at this very moment the door swung open and in walked the Commandante. His face was purple with rage.
When the Commandante had knocked on the castle door, Mara had invited him in. He was surprised to see one of the prisoners answer the door. He asked where Delanna and Morgo might be. She told him that they were upstairs exercising one of the girls. He asked if he and his men could watch. Mara led them all up into the tower.
"Prepare yourselves, for a vision of torture," he told his men. "This is not a sight for the faint-hearted."
Mara slid back a panel from a small window in the door and the Commandante peered inside. It took a few moments for his dark eyes to adjust to the light after climbing the dark staircase. At first he just recognized Morgo with a girl on his lap and Delanna's back as she poked a dildo in the girl's cunt, which Morgo held open for her. Then he in the pain-filled features of their victim recognized his wife.
He stood staring in disbelief as they worked over her tender body. He could see the bruises inflicted on her beautiful white breasts and he gasped in horror.
"Open that door," he commanded Mara.
"It is not permitted. Just wait a moment and be satisfied with watching. When they are done, I'm sure you can try that bitch for yourselves.
She is new here and they wanted to. ... But she never finished the sentence as the Commandante grabbed a set of keys from her belt and found the one that fit the door.
"Seize them!" He commanded the men as he flew to his wife. "What have they done to my pure darling?" he wept, lifting her up in his arms. Then he glanced around at the three torturers who were responsible for the outrage. "You shall pay for this, you fools!"
He led the men downstairs as he carried his wife in his arms and then followed the three assailants in tow.
Juanita covered his neck and face with kisses.
"I knew you would save me. What evil goes on in this house I fear to name! And I have caused this myself. I told you to punish the whores and now I have fallen victim myself. It is all unspeakably horrible. Not even prostitutes deserve to fall into the hands of these evil creatures."
"How far my plans have gone astray. I will destroy this castle and all its machines. I don't know how I could have been black-hearted enough to let this place be used by my own decree."
"No," his wife told him, her eyes glittering with passion for vengeance. "First we must destroy those fiends themselves and then burn the castle to the ground."
"You have suffered so much, it is only fan-that you decide what is to be done. You shall give the orders and my men and myself will carry them out."
Juanita was intent upon righting the wrong that she had inflicted on all the prisoners in the dungeon by driving her husband to conceive this desperate plot. She unlocked the door to the cellar herself and kissed each girl's cheek as she rose from the darkness to the light. She had suffered the same tortures as they had undergone, and she felt a deep bond between them and herself. In their nakedness she could see clearly that they were her sisters. She wanted them to have the pleasure of watching their evil master and mistress meet their fate.
The girls took great delight in fixing Mara's body onto a wheel. The evil spy had caused many of them to be discovered at one thing or another and punsihed severely. They twisted her arms between and around the spokes of the wheel and tied her breasts to it as well. Her legs were poked through the wheel and her cunt was impaled on a spike that stuck from its hub. In this way she was seated to watch what was done to her master and mistress.
Juanita would not think of letting the Commandante's men do the torturing themselves. She said that one who had never been tortured would not know how to go about it. She insisted on having the pleasure of dealing with Morgo herself. The Commandante could do what he pleased with Delanna.
The two prisoners were brought into the circle of women who were allowed to kick them and slap them and curse them until their initial wrath was sated. The Commandante questioned the girls about what had been done to them. The horrible details were told and many tears were shed. The girls insisted that some of the machines that had been used on them be turned against their creators.
The policemen that the Commandante had brought with him helped Juanita to set Morgo on top of a post. His dick was placed between two metal plates which Juanita tightened around it until it was squashed almost flat. He sweated profusely, but could not move for fear that his huge cock would be torn out at the roots.
One of his legs dangled against the side of the post and Juanita twisted his other leg around it until his foot was caught behind his knee. Then his leg was tied to the post at the ankle. His bent leg provided a step on which Juanita could stand as she worked him over with a pair of pliers.
She pulled at his nipples and breasts with the pliers, drawing them out until she had altered the shape of his body. He seemed to grow breasts before their eyes. The girls delighted in the metamorphosis of his body. They were anxious to see him suffer the pains that they had all felt in their tender nipples at his hand.
Juanita gave them each a little metal clip and instructed them to attach these to his body anywhere they pleased. Grace placed hers on the tip of his nipple. Charlene and Sylvia dug their little clamps into the taut flesh of his stomach. Beta and Maria attached theirs to the muscles of his brutal arms. Ingrid and Neja dug them into the cheeks of his ass. The three German girls clamped them onto his developing breasts.
Juanita took part in this ritual as well. She placed her clip over his nose and lifted her body up so that he could suckle her breast. She forced him to lick and suck her injured tits while she pulled painfully on his with her pliers. She had never thought that she could enjoy inflicting pain this way. She had always considered the human body sacred. But today she had suffered at the hands of this evil man and she was delighted to have the opportunity to pay him in kind.
This was a day of ghastly perversion. She was returning injury for injury and pain for pain in the hopes that after it was all over she would be able to forget what had happened. However, the other girls stood around and laughed as she worked in seriousness. They hoped that they would never forget the sight of their evil wardens being tortured. For them it was a glorious day of deliverance.
When the Commandante saw the scarred and bruised bodies of the girls he realized that their punishment had been worse than their crime. He asked them who had been the most cruel of the two and they told him that the tortures that Delanna had put them through had been the worst. It was easy to believe. Her face was as ugly as sin. It seemed to be distorted and hardened until it seemed almost inhuman. He told himself that he would wrack her body until some human emotion appeared in her face.
The Commandante laid Delanna's naked body across a table that had several purposes. He stripped her of her leather garments first, as one strips a soldier of his stripes. She was reduced to her natural state. The girls were amazed to see that her body, when it was naked, no longer seemed to have the supernatural power that they had felt in her hands. They realized that perhaps the strength that they had always felt emanated from her was merely the psychological reaction to the cold, black leather that she always wore.
The Commandante slid a board under her back. It had two long screws, one at each end. Another wooden piece fit over the first. The screw fitted through holes in the ends. Then nuts were attached to the screws and Delanna's body was squeezed between the wooden vice. The Commandante tightened the boards over her waist until it was pinched to three inches in thickness. Her ribs stuck out over it and her breasts pushed up in the air painfully as she attempted to keep breathing.
Delanna's body was squeezed between the wooden vises. The Commandante tightened the boards over her waist until it was pinched to three inches in thickness. Her ribs stuck out over it and her breasts pushed up in the air painfully as she attempted to keep breathing.
Now the policemen brought a guillotine structure to the table over which the Commandante was working. They fitted Delanna's head onto the metal plate and suspended the blade above her neck by strings.
At the extreme end of the strings, which ran through a series of pulleys, there were a couple of fish hooks. The Commandante sat on Delanna's stomach and inserted one in each nipple.
In this way the guillotine was suspended over her neck, with the flesh of her tender nipples holding the blade from her throat. The nipples were pulled painfully up by the weight of the blade, while her body was held to the table by the vise secured about her waist. The nipples were pulled from their sockets and the fish hooks wrenched large holes in them. If the tits tore open completely, the blade would be released and would certainly cut off her head. She had to hope that the horrible fish hooks would remain imbedded in her breasts, or death would be upon her.
The Commandante got himself a stout pole that one of the girls had found for him. Delanna's cunt was huge and gaping.
With his knife he honed the end of the pole to a point. He let the girls test it with their fingers until they approved of its sharpness. Then he wielded it over the torturess to show her the length and thickness of his weapon before he spiked it into her.
He took the pole in both of his hands and had his men hold her legs apart. He rammed it up inside her, feeling the muscles give way. He ripped and tore at her insides with the point of his huge dildo. He wanted to fix her so that if she lived, there would be nothing left of her cunt but an empty cavity.
He reamed her out with delight, feeling the post plunge deeper inside her with each thrust. He could feel himself tearing the muscles apart as he pushed it in deeper and deeper. The girls cheered him on and, finally, he let each one of them have a try at it. They began to sock it into her with two of them holding the pole at one time. They rammed her again and again until she was screaming for mercy. These were the words that the Commandante had been waiting to hear.
It had taken a long time to wring these human cries from Delanna's inhuman lips. Her mind had been cursing and threatening them all with her vengeance until finally she realized that her strength and her power were at an end. Her body hung bruised and lifeless over the table and she no longer even felt the searing pain that had been driving her mad.
The Commandante had his men release the two battered bodies from ther bonds. They were carried outside and put in the back of the police van. He told the girls to prepare to leave the castle forever. They dressed in their long hooded capes and marched outside in pairs like monks leaving a monastery following the bodies of their torturers as far as the gate.
The Commandante and his wife took some gasoline from the barn and liberally splashed it around on the floors and walls of the castle. They walked to the door hand in hand. Juanita had put on one of the capes as well. She looked like a queen no matter what she wore as she held her head and shoulders high. The Commandante gave her a match and she set fire to the old wooden beams that held up the front portal.
The flames burst out before their eyes. They traveled down the corridors along the walls. Soon the fire was blazing in every window. In this castle where there had never been any sunlight, the fire blazed gloriously. The reunited couple stepped back and heard the girls cheering them from the lawn. They let the heat of the flames warm their faces and they felt their souls glowing inside their bodies.
Soon the fire was burning through the gabled roof and up in the smallest widows of the towers. The group stood together in silence and were watching the evil castle of torture be consumed before their eyes in the holy light of the fire. They heard the beams falling against the stone floors as the walls crashed down. They imagined all the engines of pain that had been used against them being eaten up and destroyed by the flame. The blaze of the fire seemed to spread a sheer light of joy over their faces.
The Commandante raised his hands for their attention. He was astounded at the beauty that had come into their pale faces since they had been exposed to the fresh air of the outdoors. The fire glistened in their eyes and seemed to purify their features.
"You are all free from the evil enchantment of this place. I hope that you will be able to forget what has passed here. I hope that the wounds that have been inflicted on your bodies and your minds will heal. I have learned my lesson and will never entrust power into the hands of people who are known only for their evil deeds. I hope that your sins have been expiated and that you will live lives that will not leave you in danger of such cruel and inhuman punishment. Let the flames fed by the destruction of evil cleanse your souls."
Juanita and the Commandante walked back to their home with the flames turning the sky orange. It was a strange spectacle, those flickering fire figures dancing in the blackness of night, turning the darkness into a warm muddy brown.
The two of them walked down to their humble house and then they embraced each other. They could still see the fire from where they were and it was like the last remnants of a nightmare that haunted the night.
They embraced and the Commandante brought his lips down on his wife's sweet lips. They pressed their mouths together tightly and then they felt each other sigh and heave with passion. He wanted his wife and he knew that she wanted him too. He had saved her from a terrible fate and now he would take her in his arms and get his reward.
He kissed her quickly on the neck and on the shoulders. She trembled with excitement as he worked his mouth up and down on her shoulders. He touched the soft skin and sucked on it with his lips. He brought the flesh up to his mouth and worked his tongue over it. Juanita sighed as her shoulders were kissed and nibbled.
He worked his hands over her wonderful body touching her tits and hearing her sigh. Her breasts rose and sank with excitement. She wanted to have him very much. She wanted to feel his stiff cock working in and out of her juicy cunt.
They were both hot with passion now and they were steadily increasing each other's fever. The Commandante felt his prick lengthen in his pants. She moved her hands down his body and touched him on the crotch. She kissed him on the mouth and flung her tongue into him. He pulled on the lingual muscle and then nibbled on the very end.
They were face to face in their bedroom. They were clinging to each other as they stood. Their mouths were tightly pressed together and their hands explored each other's bodies. He was feeling a strange attraction to his wife that he had not felt in a long time. There was a passion that his wife was causing in him that he had rarely felt.
He wanted to fuck all night, which was not unusual, but this time he was well aware of the fact that he could actually do it. She rubbed her crotch against his and the prick hardened. She ran her hand down on his chest and up his throat. She stroked his throat and then kissed him on the ear.
Juanita's tongue slid into his ear and he whimpered as she licked his lobe. He could hardly endure the delight and excitement that he was feeling. She was working her hands and mouth up and down on him, trying to make him as hot as possible.
He had saved her life and she wanted to show him how much she had appreciated that. She had learned a valuable lesson, her husband did love her and she wanted to thank him. There had been many times that she had been convinced that he had no affection for her, but she had been wrong. He had ordered the terrible punishment for the whores at her bidding and now she felt she must behave in bed like a whore. She would do everything for her husband that he had ever wanted her to do.
They were still face to face as she moved her hand down to his pants and pulled his belt free. She then plunged her hands into his trousers and felt his cock. Her fingers ran up and down on it. He gasped as she jerked on it. She moved her fingers over the trousers again and they fell to the floor.
Juanita wasted no time and she was down on her knees poised in front of her husband and she began to lick on his cock. She moved the tongue up and down on his cock. She licked the knobby end of his prick and then moved her tongue down the stem of the monster.
His knees buckled and he was gurgling with surprise and delight. He couldn't stand any longer and he sat on the bed. She worked the tool in and out of her mouth as fast as she could. She was rubbing it with her tongue and then she kissed him on the balls.
She moved her deft tongue all over the member, giving him as much pleasure as possible. He groaned several times and then she started to suck hard on his cock. He was mumbling and moaning as she sucked on him some more. He begged her to remove her mouth from his cock. He wanted to have some semen left so that he could fuck her.
He reached up and tore her clothes free of her body. He kissed her on her tits, taking the ruby-colored nipples into his mouth and wetting them with his lips and tongue. She squirmed about as he worked his mouth up and down on her soft, supple form. He kissed her several times and then he moved his tongue down her belly. He kissed her on the belly and then he unfurled his tongue into her navel. She gasped and thrust her triangled patch of fuzz out. His fingers scooped down and dipped into her poona.
She was sweating with sexual arousal. Her cunt was dripping with cream that was caused by her excited state. She was eager to have her husband jam his cock into her body. She kissed him on the face and then begged for his cock. He spread her cunt lips and then he slowly moved his cock into her body.
The prick pushed into the raw red lips of the gash and they gradually folded over it obscuring the prick. It moved deeper into her and Juanita was nearly swooning with passion and overwhelming delight. She threw her thighs out to meet him and they started to fuck in a regular pace. Their movements were enhanced by much kissing and feeling of each other's bodies. She moved her hand down to his stomach and then down to his cock. She managed to stroke some of his penis as he moved it in and out of her pussy.
She was thrusting and writhing, making his pleasure keen, and soon they fell to the bed and they were fucking faster and faster now. They were covering each other with kisses and they glued their mouths together. Their tongues seemed to leap into each other's mouths. They kissed a few more times, their tongues seemingly fencing with each other, and then they started to fuck with raw and wild passion. Their lust built as they humped harder and harder.
They were tightly embraced, their arms and legs entwined and then they felt themselves explode. They writhed and jerked in ecstasy and then they collapsed onto the bed. They kissed each other gently now and then they embraced. They knew that they had learned something by the terrible experience and that that knowledge would make their stay together a long and pleasant one.
