[fumetto] Elisabeta, prisoner of the Sultan (Mario Salieris Dracula RENEWED)

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Elisabeta, prisoner of the Sultan part 1

Thanks to AI, I am finally able to reinterpret one of the best and hottest porn films of the 90s, with the torture and rape scenes being depicted and
illustrated in somewhat greater detail. I hope you enjoy it.

In the 15th century, during an invasion of Romania by the Turks, Prince Vlad Tepes unsuccessfully tries to persuade his wife to leave the country. However, out of loyalty and love for Vlad, she refuses. Vlad is killed, while his wife is captured and handed over to the sadistic. He has long had his eye on the beautiful Elisabeta.

So Elisabeta, the beautiful wife of Prince Vlad Tepes, was brought before the new Sultan.

She had been captured by the new ruler’s men and brought to him to be inspected, and then used for his pleasure.



As the doors to the throne room swung open, and the two rough, bearded men on either side of her dragged her into the huge chamber, she was trembling all over, and could barely stand. But she knew that her husband, Vlad, would expect her to be brave, and not to let their enemies see how frightened she was. So she held her head high and stared straight in front of her, as the Sultan was announced and the guards led her forward, to the base of the throne.



“Kneel,” the guards said gruffly, pushing her down onto her knees.

But she still kept her head up as she was told of the death of her husband, and how the Sultan would be having her as his personal concubine from now on.

She refused to show her emotion at this news, but then the Sultan, with a cruel smile, asked if she would prefer torture to this.

And this did get a reaction out of her. She lowered her head, and gasped. She knew what these men did to women, and she had no desire to be tortured by them.

“You wish to be spared from torture?” he asked, in his accented voice, and she looked up again, her blue eyes meeting his dark ones. He was a handsome man, in his mid thirties, with black hair, and a short, well groomed beard. His skin was tanned and weathered, and there was a cruel glint in his eyes.

“Yes,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I wish to be spared torture.”

The Sultan laughed, and said, “Then you will have to learn to please me, and learn it quickly.”

The young queen, whether out of desperation or because she had already given up on life and had nothing to lose, defiantly replied, “You will never possess me. You can do what you will with my body. But I will never give you my heart and soul.”

The Sultan raised his eyebrows, and looked down at her with even more interest now. He hadn’t expected such bravery from his captive, and it intrigued him.

“We shall see about that,” he said, a cruel smile twisting his lips as he looked down at her, trembling, figure.

“Remove her top,” he then said, turning to his two henchmen, who were still holding the beautiful young queen by her upper arms. “I want to see what fruits this Christian woman has.”



The two men did as they were told, ripping the thin, white blouse from her body, and the linen undergarment beneath.





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So now she stood, her breasts on show, with only a half torn petticoat covering the rest of her.



Elisabeta's hands were bound behind her back with heavy iron chains.



Defenseless,she was presented to the sultan in all her naked beauty, repeatedly looking fearfully at the floor or into the eyes of her tormentors to avoid direct eye contact with the sultan. The men dragged Elisabeta through the throne room until the sultan rose.

 

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Elisabeta, prisoner of the Sultan part 2

“Hmmmm,”said the Sultan. “Not bad at all.” He got up from his throne and came down the steps to the girl, then reached out and cupped her breasts in his hands.

Elisabeta’s face flushed red with embarrassment, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her beg for mercy. Instead, she just bowed her head and remained perfectly still, as the new ruler of her country groped her.

He played with her breasts for a few moments, weighing them in his hands and squeezing the soft, creamy white flesh, before pinching her nipples between his fingers.



She winced at this, but still didn’t cry out. The Sultan smiled cruelly, and then moved his hands to her back, running them down the length of her spine, then back up again. She was a beautiful girl,and her skin was as smooth and unblemished as silk, but it was the fire in her eyes that really attracted him to her. He loved the idea of breaking such a beautiful young woman, with so much spirit in her. And he would do it too. He was going to enjoy having her. He returned his attention to her breasts, and began to knead and fondle them again, squeezing them beneath his large hands. Finally, he pinched her nipples once more, twisting them between his fingers, and this time she moaned submissively.



“Do you like that?” he asked her, a cruel smirk on his face as he did t again. “Do you enjoy having your nipples pinched by me?”

Elisabeta was silent, but as he did it once more, she gasped, and he laughed.

“Or would you perhaps prefer it if I worked your nipples with red hot pincers?” he said. “Or would you rather I just cut them off, andt hen worked on the stumps with a hot iron?”



Elisabeta couldn’t help it. She let out a cry of alarm at this, and tried to pull away from him. But the men who were holding her arms held her firm, as the cruel ruler of Romania twisted her nipples and laughed again.


“Would you like to see what I do to my enemies?” he asked cruelly. “Would you like to have a tour of my dungeons?” In these cells, you might also meet some of your friends again; they are currently being interrogated by my most brutal torturers.



She shook her head desperately, but the sadist just laughed again, and once more pinched her nipples, and squeezed them, causing her to cry out in pain.

This time, however, out of desperation, or in the hope that he would lose his temper and kill her, she suddenly spat in his face.

The Sultan’s eyes narrowed angrily, and his face darkened, as the men holding her arms both looked on, unsure of what to do, as their master wiped the spittle from his cheek, with his sleeve.

“I see you still have a spark of defiance in you,” he said cruelly. “A spark which I shall enjoy extinguishing.”


The beautiful young queen just glared at him, her face flushed, but her eyes full of hatred, and defiance.

“You will learn to obey me, you stupid girl,” he told her. “And you will learn your place, as my whore. And, if you don’t, I will have you tortured, and then killed.”

Elisabeta said nothing, and just glared back at him, even as he reached up and slapped her across the face.

 

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“Take the queen to the dungeons, but leave the elegant hairband, it's to emind me that I'm taking a queen when I take her hard.” he commanded his two servants, who dragged the young girl away to the underground chambers beneath the palace. “Prepare the whips and pincers and branding irons. I will personally deal with the punishment of this arrogant Christian.”


Sot he Sultan’s two servants grabbed her by the arms again, and dragged her through the huge, high ceilinged, stone chamber, then through a doorway, down a long dark corridor, and finally down a flight of steep, stone steps.




Elisabeta was repeatedly subjected to the advances of her tormentors. Sometimes she was pinched on the bottom when she walked too slowly, then another lout would pull on her pink nipples, causing her to moan repeatedly, which the men acknowledged with all sorts of crude comments.


They reached the bottom of the steps, and she found herself in a long underground corridor, with cells on either side. It was cold down here, and damp, and she could hear the screams and sobs of other prisoners coming from within the cells they were passing.


Finally,the men stopped at one of the cells and pulled her round to face the small, barred peephole in the door, so she could see what was going on inside. And what she saw made her scream out in horror.




Chained to the wall of the small, bare room was one of her long-time servants, and confidantes, Anja. The young woman was naked, and her hands and feet were chained to an iron ring that was fixed into the wall behind her.

Anja was from far away Africa, and her skin was dark brown, but even inthe poor light of the dungeon, she could see the bruises and cuts onher body. She had worked for the royal family for ten years, and was only a few years younger than the Queen, but now here she was, a prisoner of the cruel Sultan, and being tortured by his henchmen.

The sight of Anja’s naked body was horrifying enough, but when she saw what was happening to her, she screamed out even louder.


In the corner of the room, a rough looking black man, who she assumed was one of the Sultan’s torturers, was walking towards the naked girl, with some small, metal pair of pliers in his hand.


Anja was screaming too now, pleading with him not to use the pliers on her again, but he didn’t listen to her, and instead grabbed her breast and used the pliers to pull and twist her large, dark nipples. Anja cried out loudly, her whole body jerking in its chains, as she felt the searing pain of the pliers being used on her.




Elisabeta tried to turn away from the horrifying sight, but the two men behind her held her still, making her keep her eyes fixed on the scene of horror in front of her.



She felt physically sick, and tears were streaming down her face now, but she couldn’t look away. The blackman let go of Anja’s nipple with the pliers, and now he was using the metal instrument to grip her labia, and pull them too. Anja’s cries of pain became even louder now, and her whole naked body jerked again in its chains.


The young queen was crying so hard now that she could barely breathe, and her own body was shaking all over, as she watched her friend being tortured in front of her. And the men holding her seemed to been joying her distress, and were laughing at her anguish now.

Anja begged for mercy and pleaded for the torture to stop, but that only made her tormentors even more savage. Finally, the torturer put down the tongs and picked up a red-hot iron, which he held closer and closer to poor Anja's full breasts. She screamed hysterically, which both tormentors acknowledged with a malicious smile.



“Look at that, she’s crying like a baby,” one of the men said, and she heard the other one laugh in response to this comment. “She’sjust a weak little girl, let’s see how she likes it when it’s her turn to be treated like that.”



Elisabeta didn’t understand all the turkish language , , but she knew it wouldn’t be good, and just the thought of it made her start to sob even louder. She felt like she was going to pass out, but just then the two men released her, and dragged her away from Anja’s cell,and down the corridor again. They took her to another cell.

 

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As they unlocked the cell door and dragged her inside, she saw another of her long-time friends and confidantes. Klaudia.

She had hoped that the beautiful girl had managed to get away safely, but it seemed not. Klaudia had grown up with her in the palace, and was known all over the royal court for her stunning looks and her fiery personality. The young queen had lost count of how many men had asked for her hand in marriage, or just to spend one night with her, but Klaudia had refused them all. She played hard to get with her admirers, and a smile or a kiss from her was a rare commodity that usually had to be worked very hard for.

But now here she was, defenceless, naked and chained in front of three men who were now undressing.



Elisabeta knew from her friend that she wasn’t a virgin. She had lost her virginity a year ago to a visiting foreign dignitary, and had described the whole experience to the young queen. But what these three brutes were about to do to her was way beyond any perverted fantasy.

And as she watched in horror, the three men, now naked, advanced on Klaudia. And she screamed as loudly as her friend Anja had. She was already bruised and bleeding between her legs and on her breasts. But that hadn’t satisfied these men. They wanted to do much more to the beautiful, brunette girl.

The three men were already hard, and ready to use her, and as they approached her, she pleaded with them to stop, telling them she was a virgin, even though she knew that wouldn’t make any difference to them.



But it was no use, and as the young queen watched in horror, she felt her own wrists and ankles being chained to the floor by the men who had brought her here. And then the two men left, closing and locking the door behind them, leaving her alone with her friend, and the three men who were about to brutally rape her.

Klaudia tried to fight back as the first of the three men grabbed her between her legs and forced his huge cock inside her. But it was no use. There were two other men holding her still, and pinning her to the floor, and this one was too strong for her to fight off.



She screamed as loudly as Anja had, as the man used her brutally, thrusting into her with no gentleness, and no care for the pain he was causing her. When he was finished with her, and had ejaculated inside her, he pulled out of her, and let the next one take his place.

The second man was even more brutal, and slapped Klaudia hard in the face, before entering her. Then he grabbed her throat as he used her, choking her as he thrust into her. When he climaxed inside her, he bit her on the breast, making her scream even louder than before, before pulling out of her and letting the third man take his place.

This third man was the largest of the three, and when he entered Klaudia she thought she was going to tear in two. She was screaming so loudly now that the young queen feared for her friend’s sanity, as well as her life, and as she watched the third man rape the beautiful girl, she couldn’t hold back her tears any longer, and sobbed loudly.



The third man finally ejaculated inside Klaudia’s ravaged vagina, and then pulled out of her, leaving her to lie there sobbing on the floor of the cell. He and the other two men dressed, then left, taking the young queen with them, and locking the door to the cell after them.



As they led her down the corridor to another cell, she sobbed uncontrollably. What she had just witnessed had been beyond horrific, and she was petrified now at what would happen to her if she was left in the power of such brutal men.

 

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As they led her down the corridor to another cell, she sobbed uncontrollably. What she had just witnessed had been beyond horrific ,and she was petrified now at what would happen to her if she was leftin the power of such brutal men.

But what she saw next was even worse.


At the end of the corridor, the two men stopped at another cell, and dragged her inside.

This one was different from the other ones she had seen. It was a torturechamber. And there were various types of whips and pincers hanging on the wall, along with other instruments of torture. And in the corner of the room was what looked like a large vat of red hot iron. Just looking at it made her shudder.



But what she saw in the middle of the room made her heart almost stop. A man, with a huge stomach, stood there, with a cruel smile on his face. He had a black moustache, and he wore nothing but aloincloth that barely covered his huge, erect penis.

“I am Ronaldo,” he said. “The Sultan’s chief torturer. And you, my queen, now belong to me. Submit to my will, or I will be forced to use some of the instruments in this room on you.”




She couldn’t believe what she was seeing or hearing. How could a man be so cruel to a woman? She had never known men like this existed in the world. She had led a sheltered life in the palace. Her husband, Vlad,had been a kind and gentle man, and had never laid a finger on her.In fact, he had never even seen her naked before they married . He was a devout Christian, and had wanted to wait until their wedding night to consummate their marriage.

But then the war with the Turks had begun, and he had had to leave her to defend their country against them. She had wanted to leave with him,but he had refused to let her come, telling her that it was too dangerous out there for a young woman. And now he was dead, killed by these evil men, who had already tortured and raped her friends.

And now they had her. And she knew what was in store for her.


She was terrified now. Terrified and humiliated that she had been captured and made to endure the indignity of being stripped and dragged to a torture chamber by two rough-looking men.



But what terrified her most of all was what was about to happen to her now. The man was walking towards her.

He grabbed her between her legs, and she screamed, trying to push his hand away, but it was no good. He was too strong for her, and easily overpowered her. Then he slapped her hard in the face.

“Stop fighting me, you little whore,” he told her. “It will be much easier for you if you just submit to me.”

She tried to kick him in the groin, but he easily blocked her blow.



“Stupid girl,” he told her, grabbing her hair and dragging her across the cell to the wall, where he forced her arms and legs apart and chained her to the wall.

Rufus who had brought her to this cell, helped him do this, and soon she was tied with her hands to the ceilingl, and unable to move, as she waited for the next part of her torture.

 

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She was writhing and twisting in her chains now, which only amused the two men, as the burly one slowly approached her. He seemed to be enjoying this, the torture and humiliation of the beautiful young queen. And he wanted to make sure he savoured every moment of it.

She felt his hands on her body first, running over her smooth, soft skin. She tried to twist away from him, but it was no use. Her wrists and ankles were firmly chained to the wall, and she couldn’t move far.

And then she felt his fingers on her left breast. She felt them pinch her nipple, then begin to twist it, causing her to cry out in pain. But that was nothing compared to what was coming.



After a few seconds of twisting and pulling on her nipple, making her cry out and struggle to break free from her bonds, he stopped, and stepped back from her. She hoped that this torture was over now, but deep down she knew it was only just beginning. And she was right.

Next, she felt his big, rough hands massaging her firm breasts. She didn’t want to show these men any weakness, but despite herself, she let out a soft moan. Then he pinched both of her nipples at the same time, causing her to let out another moan.



He played with her nipples for a while, pinching and twisting them, until she was moaning softly and continually under his touch, then he stepped back from her again.

She hoped he was going to stop now, but once again, she was wrong.

The next thing she felt was his hands between her legs. She let out another cry of pain and fear as she felt him grab her labia and pull on it. But he didn’t stop there. Now he was rubbing the sensitive little bud of her clitoris with his finger, and she let out a loud groan. It was the last thing she wanted to do. She wanted to show him that she was a strong woman who wouldn’t give in to her enemy, but it was almost impossible. Every time his finger rubbed against her clitoris, she moaned softly and helplessly.



But this torture was only just beginning.

Now he was using two fingers to rub her clitoris. And he was pinching her labia with his other hand. She was moaning much louder now. She couldn’t hold it back any longer. And she could hear the two men laughing as she moaned and cried out.

Finally, after what seemed like hours to her, he stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief, but as she would soon find out, this was only a brief respite.



He grabbed her hair now, and pulled her head back towards him, his face inches away from hers. Then he kissed her on the lips, roughly and brutally, and she felt his tongue searching her mouth.

This was the first time she had ever been kissed on the lips by a man, other than her husband, and even he had never kissed her like this before, and it revolted her. But she couldn’t do anything to stop it.

The kiss seemed to last forever, and she could do nothing but endure it, as his tongue probed every inch of her mouth.



He pushed his tongue as deep inside her mouth as it would go, and at first she resisted it, but as soon as he tweaked her nipples, she gave in and submitted to him, allowing his tongue to do as it wished.

Finally, he ended the kiss, and grabbed her hair again, pulling her head back, and exposing her throat to him. She felt his lips on her throat now, kissing and licking her all over, as she moaned helplessly under his touch.

She summoned every ounce of strength she had left, and when his tongue was deep inside her mouth, she bit down hard on it, and he cried out in anger and pulled away from her.



It had been a close call, and he had only just pulled his tongue out of her mouth in time to avoid losing the tip of it. One of her teeth had managed to sink into it, and it was bleeding now.

The two men were laughing about it, though, with Rufus saying, “I think she’s got a bit of spirit, that one. You’re going to have your work cut out for you taming her.” And Ronaldo replying, “I love it. I love a challenge. I’ll tame her, don’t worry about that.” Then, to her: “You’ll pay for that, my dear. I’m going to enjoy punishing you for that.” And with that, he walked back over to the wall, leaving her wondering what he meant by those words, and what he would do to punish her for biting his tongue. She had a feeling it wouldn’t be pleasant. She was right. It wouldn’t be pleasant at all. In fact, it would be the worst thing she had ever endured in her young life so far. It would be more painful and more terrifying than anything she had experienced since these men had captured her, and that was saying something, as she had been through a lot in the past two days.

He took the pliers off the wall now, and walked back to her with them in his hand. As he approached her with the instrument of torture, she felt a cold chill of fear run through her whole body.



She summoned every ounce of strength she had left, and when his tongue was deep inside her mouth, she bit down hard on it, and he cried out in anger and pulled away from her.

It had been a close call, and he had only just pulled his tongue out of her mouth in time to avoid losing the tip of it. One of her teeth had managed to sink into it, and it was bleeding now.

The two men were laughing about it, though, with Rufus saying, “I think she’s got a bit of spirit, that one. You’re going to have your work cut out for you taming her.” And Ronaldo replying, “I love it. I love a challenge. I’ll tame her, don’t worry about that.” Then, to her: “You’ll pay for that, my dear. I’m going to enjoy punishing you for that.” And with that, he walked back over to the wall, leaving her wondering what he meant by those words, and what he would do to punish her for biting his tongue. She had a feeling it wouldn’t be pleasant. She was right. It wouldn’t be pleasant at all. In fact, it would be the worst thing she had ever endured in her young life so far. It would be more painful and more terrifying than anything she had experienced since these men had captured her, and that was saying something, as she had been through a lot in the past two days.

Ronaldo ran his eyes up and down the wall for a moment, seemingly looking for something. “Yes, where are they,” he muttered to himself.

She didn’t know what he meant, but she soon found out.

When he found the small pair of pincers hanging from a hook on the wall, she knew what he intended to do, and cried out “No, please,”

He took the pliers off the wall now, and walked back to her with them in his hand. As he approached her with the instrument of torture, she felt a cold chill of fear run through her whole body.

“I warned you,” he told her. “Now you’re going to find out what happens to girls who try to fight back.”

 

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Ronaldo stood directly in front of her, a malicious glint in his eyes as he held up the gleaming metal pincers. He opened and closed them a few times, the sharp clinking sound echoing ominously in the stone chamber. Elisabeta’s breath hitched in her throat, her eyes fixed on the cruel instrument. She was trembling uncontrollably, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.



“Please,” she whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks, her bravado from earlier completely shattered by the prospect of the pain to come. “I didn't mean to... I was scared.”

Ronaldo just laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that held no mirth. “Scared? You will learn real fear, little queen. And you will learn obedience.”



His laughter died down, replaced by a cold, hard stare that chilled her to the bone. He reached out with the pliers, the cold metal grazing the sensitive skin of her breast. Elisabeta squeezed her eyes shut, her entire body tensing as she waited for the searing agony of the pincers biting into her flesh.

“Open your eyes,” Ronaldo commanded, his voice low and dangerous. “Watch what is happening to you.”



Terrified of angering him further, she forced her eyes open. He wasn't targeting her breast, though. Slowly, almost teasingly, he moved the pliers downward, past her stomach, until they rested against her most intimate area.

The cold metal of the pincers brushed against the soft, sensitive folds of her sex, and Elisabeta gasped, her eyes widening in sheer terror. She thrashed against her chains, trying to pull her hips away from the cruel instrument, but the iron bonds held her fast, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable to his whims.

"Please," she sobbed, her voice cracking with desperation. "Not there. Have mercy!"

"Mercy is for the weak," Ronaldo sneered, his eyes fixed on her face, clearly relishing her fear. "And you are about to learn just how weak you are."



With a sudden, ruthless movement, Ronaldo opened the jaws of the pliers and clamped them directly onto the delicate flesh of her labia.

Elisabeta’s scream tore through the damp air of the dungeon, raw and agonizing. It was a searing, blinding pain that obliterated all other thoughts, leaving only the sensation of the metal tearing into her most sensitive skin. Her body convulsed violently against the chains, her muscles straining until they threatened to snap, but there was no escape.

Ronaldo didn't stop there. He twisted the pliers cruelly, watching with a sadistic grin as Elisabeta’s face contorted in unbearable agony. Her screams turned into desperate, gasping sobs as he pulled on the instrument, stretching her flesh to the breaking point.



Rufus roared with laughter at the spectacle, his deep voice bouncing off the cold stone walls as he watched the Queen thrash in agony. "Look at her dance, Ronaldo!" he jeered, crossing his thick arms over his chest. "The high and mighty bitch writhing like a worm on a hook."

Ronaldo ignored him for a moment, his eyes fixed intently on Elisabeta’s face, drinking in her suffering. He gave the pliers another vicious twist, drawing a fresh, hoarse scream from her throat that echoed through the dungeon. "I told you that you would pay," he whispered, leaning in close so she could smell his foul breath. "And we have only just begun, my little Queen. I intend to break you piece by piece."

He finally released the pressure of the pliers, but the relief was fleeting. As the metal jaws opened, the sharp edges scraped against her raw, swollen flesh, causing her to sob uncontrollably.

 

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Ronaldo did not stop. With a cruel patience, he continued to torture his captive, repeatedly applying the tongs to her firm breasts. He was an expert in his craft, carefully gauging the pressure he exerted. He pinched and twisted her sensitive nipples again and again, keeping the pain excruciating but stopping just short of breaking the skin. The Sultan had been explicit: he wanted to enjoy Elisabeta in all her unblemished beauty, and Ronaldo knew better than to permanently damage the merchandise that belonged to his master.

Elisabeta’s body was covered in a sheen of cold sweat, her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe through the agony. Every time the metal jaws bit into her tender flesh, a fresh scream tore from her throat, only to dissolve into desperate, ragged sobbing. She prayed for unconsciousness, but the pain kept her horribly awake, forcing her to endure every second of the torment as the two men watched her suffering with sadistic grins.



Ronaldo continued his cruel work, his fingers steady as he squeezed the sensitive nipples and tender breasts of his victim with relentless precision. He seemed to delight in finding new angles to twist the pincers, each movement sending fresh shocks of agony through Elisabeta’s trembling body. Her whimpers had turned into a continuous, keening wail, her voice hoarse from screaming.



Behind her, Rufus stood like a looming shadow, his massive arms crossed over his chest. He laughed all the time, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through the stone chamber. He clearly enjoyed the spectacle, his eyes fixed on the tear-stained face of the queen as she twisted helplessly in her chains, humiliated and broken by the pain inflicted upon her.

“Please, stop... I can’t take anymore,” Elisabeta gasped, her head hanging low as tears dripped onto her chest. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, particularly her breasts, which were throbbing intensely from the torture.



Ronaldo finally stepped back, a satisfied grin on his face as he inspected the angry red marks left by the pincers. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “She is learning, I think,” he said to the giant black man standing behind her. “But we must be sure the lesson sticks. The Sultan was very clear about her attitude.”



Rufus’s laugh died down to a low, menacing chuckle. He walked up to the chained queen, his heavy boots echoing on the stone floor. He reached out a large, rough hand and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her head up so she had to look into his eyes. “You hear that, little one? We are just getting started. You think this is pain? You haven’t felt anything yet.”



Elisabeta’s vision was blurred by tears, but she could feel the heat of Rufus’s body radiating against her back as he kept a firm grip on her hair. The laughter of the two men filled the room, mixing with her ragged breathing.

Finally, Ronaldo closed the tongs around his captive’s firm breasts once again, and pulled them in opposite directions, then back towards himself, making her just scream for mercy.

“Please, stop it,” she begged, but he just ignored her pleas, and continued to use the pincers on her breasts, until they were red and sore.



The way she begged him to stop just made him enjoy what he was doing to her even more.

“That’s nothing,” he responded scornfully to her pleas. “Think of the pain it will give you when I heat the pliers until they’re glowing red. You’ll scream until you haven’t got a voice left.”

The thought of what was coming next horrified her, and she struggled wildly in her chains, but there was no way she could get out of them, and he just laughed at her struggles. Then he took the pliers away from her breasts, and walked to a brazier that was in the corner of the cell. There was a small fire burning in the brazier, and he pushed the ends of the pliers into it,



Then he released her breasts from the pincers, leaving them red and raw. He had made sure that he didn’thurt them too badly, just enough to leave them sore and throbbing for a while, but not enough to leave any permanent damage.



He knew that the sultan would want the girl’s breasts to remain perfect for his own enjoyment.

She was sobbing uncontrollably now, and her beautiful face was wet with tears. And it was now, as he watched her suffer like this, that he decided that he was going to rape her.

But Ronaldo knew there were rules about that. The sultan had ordered that he could only penetrate her orally. Her vagina and anus were to remain untouched, for his use only.

“So, my beautiful one,” he said to her in an almost gentle voice. “I have a suggestion for you. Something that could spare you any further pain, and also give me a great deal of pleasure.”

Elisabeta with trembling voice and tears in her eyes "I will do anything you want, but please stop torturing me"

 

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The sudden shift in tone was jarring. Ronaldo, the man who had just moments ago been causing her such agony, now spoke in a voice that was soft, almost silky, like a lover whispering in her ear. It was a terrifying contrast to the cruelty of his hands.

He leaned in close, his hot breath washing over her tear-stained cheek, and murmured, “So, my beautiful one, I have a suggestion that could spare you pain and give me pleasure.”

Rufus, still gripping her hair from behind, chuckled darkly in anticipation. The silence in the dungeon stretched, heavy with menace, as Elisabeta trembled, knowing that the price of this "mercy" would likely be more than she could bear.

Ronaldo trailed the cold metal of the pincers lightly down her quivering stomach, a stark contrast to the harshness of his previous actions. “I have no desire to ruin such exquisite flesh with burns and scars before the Sultan has his way with you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. “If you willingly open your mouth and use it to please Rufus and me, I will put these tools away. You will endure the humiliation of servicing us, surely, but you will be spared the searing pain of the red-hot iron. It is a simple choice, my queen: more torture, or submission.”

Elisabeta’s breath hitched in her throat, her mind reeling from the obscene proposal. She squeezed her eyes shut, paralyzed by the terror of the alternative. The image of the glowing vat in the corner flashed through her mind, and the memory of the agony in her nipples made her decision for her. Slowly, trembling violently, she nodded her consent, a single tear sliding down her nose. It was a surrender of her dignity, but she was too broken to care about anything other than stopping the pain.

Ronaldo’s grin widened, revealing yellowed teeth as he nodded slowly, enjoying her confusion and despair. “Exactly,” he purred, stepping closer so that his loincloth brushed against her bare leg. “You have a pretty mouth, my queen. It would be a waste to use it only for screaming.”

He reached down and untied the knot of his loincloth, letting it fall to the floor to expose his massive, erect manhood. “If you use that mouth to pleasure Rufus and me properly, I will put the pincers away. But if you refuse...” He cast a meaningful glance at the vat of glowing coals in the corner. “...then we will see how well you scream while I brand your soft skin.”

Rufus roared with laughter behind her, his grip on her hair tightening painfully. “You heard the man, little one. Open up. And you better use your tongue, or I’ll take a turn with the pliers myself.”



Elisabeta’s body convulsed with a fresh wave of tears, her dignity stripped away layer by layer until she felt utterly hollow. The heat radiating from the vat in the corner seemed to singe her skin, offering a horrific incentive to comply. With a heart heavy with defeat, she slowly sank to her knees on the cold, damp stone, the chains attached to her wrists clanking heavily and restricting her movement. She looked up at Ronaldo, her vision blurred by tears, and whispered a broken, barely audible “yes,” accepting her degradation as the only way to survive the night.



The heavy iron chains pulled her arms upward, forcing her to stand on her kneesand leaving her completely defenseless. With her wrists shackled to the ceiling, she had no use of her hands to guide or push away; she was utterly exposed and at their mercy. Ronaldo stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating against hers, and pressed his erect member into the soft cleavage between her breasts.




“You still have uses, my queen,” he sneered, thrusting his hips forward to slide himself between the mounds of her chest, which were still throbbing from the abuse of the pincers. The friction was rough and painful, but she knew she had to comply to avoid the worst of his anger. She squeezed her arms together as best she could, using her elbows to press her breasts around him, creating a tight channel for his pleasure.



He groaned at the sensation, grabbing her hair to hold her head in place, his eyes locked on her tear-stained face. Then, without warning, he pulled back slightly and positioned himself at her lips. With her hands useless, she had to rely entirely on the skill of her mouth and tongue. Trembling with revulsion, she leaned forward and took him in, working her lips over the head as she had done for her husband, but now with the desperate need to survive.



She forced herself to focus, summoning the technique she had once used to bring her husband such joy, applying it now to this disgusting brute to save herself from agony. She swirled her tongue expertly around the sensitive head, her cheeks hollowing as she created a powerful suction, hoping that her proficiency would hasten the end of this ordeal. Ronaldo groaned deeply, his head falling back as he gripped her hair tighter, impressed by the skill of the captive queen who was supposedly an innocent noblewoman. He began to thrust into her mouth with increasing urgency, the wet sounds of her submission filling the room, while Rufus watched with a hungry grin, his anticipation clearly growing as he waited for his turn.



Ronaldo’s breathing grew ragged and his movements erratic as he approached his climax, his grip on her scalp becoming almost painful. With a final, guttural roar, he shuddered and spent himself into her mouth, forcing her to swallow his essence to avoid choking. Elisabeta gagged, her eyes squeezing shut as tears leaked out, humiliated by the taste and the act itself, but she knew better than to pull away. When he finally withdrew, he wiped himself clean on her cheek, smearing her face with fluids, and stepped back with a satisfied smirk, leaving her gasping for air and trembling in her chains.

 

[fumetto]

She just shook her head as he finished ejaculating, and waited for him to unchain her. But he didn’t.

Instead, he turned her to face the wall again, and called over Rufus. “It’s your turn now.”



The big black man took her head in his huge hands, and guided it towards his erect penis. His hands were so big that they enveloped her head completely, and the size of his penis terrified her. How was she ever going to fit something that size into her mouth?

She had to try though, so she opened her mouth wide, and took as much of him into it as she could. It wasn’t easy. His penis was so thick that it almost choked her when she tried to take too much of it in her mouth. But she persevered, and slowly got more of it into her mouth, until she was sucking on half of his shaft. Then she put her hands up to his balls, and caressed them as she pleasured him orally.



It felt disgusting to have a man whom she didn’t even know in her mouth, especially such a huge man, and it was difficult to keep all of him off her teeth, but she managed. She was scared that if she hurt him with her teeth, he would hurt her in return.

So she did her best to pleasure the huge man, taking as much of him in her mouth as she was able to, then running her tongue up and down his shaft, and around the head of his huge, black penis. But despite all her best efforts, she still couldn’t take his whole penis into her mouth. It was just too big for her.

Rufus looked down at her, then spoke.

“She can’t take all of me in her mouth,” he complained to his boss.



Rufus moaned deep in his throat. It felt good to have the young queen’s mouth pleasuring him like this. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel her mouth all over his huge shaft. He wanted her to deep throat him.

He wanted to feel his penis going down into her throat, and the only way he was going to get that feeling was to force her to take him there.



So he grabbed her head in his powerful hands, then started to push her mouth down onto his huge erection. The head of it forced its way into her throat, making her choke and splutter as she fought for breath, but he ignored her struggles, and carried on pushing her head down onto him, until finally her nose was pushed hard against his crotch, and his huge black penis was buried deep in her throat. He held her there for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling of her tight throat around his shaft, then he let her up for air.

“Now, that’s what I call a good blowjob,” he said in a slightly excited voice. “I don’t know what’s more satisfying. Having my cock in your mouth, or working on your gorgeous tits with a whip, a pair of tongs, or a branding iron.”

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t, because his penis was once again filling her mouth. All she could do was try to breathe as he face-fucked her again, forcing her mouth up and down on his shaft as she struggled not to suffocate on his huge member.



He took her right to the edge with his thrusting, but then he stopped. He was breathing heavily, and his penis felt as hard as a rock inside her mouth. He looked down at her.

“I’m getting close,” he told her. “So you’d better get ready to swallow.”