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[Bazzell] No One Expects the Inquisition 12
Tonya heard footsteps down the hall. They grew louder, and louder, and soon she realised they were coming for her. Now the torture would begin. She had heard tales of this place, whispered by the old crones in the town. She prayed that she would be able to withstand the pain to come, to hold fast and continue to declare her innocence. For she knew what would happen if she succumbed to the pain and confessed. The hangman’s noose would be waiting to claim her skinny neck.
She heard the bolt scrape and the cage door open, and she looked up to see that the torturers had indeed arrived to take her.

 

[tanuno]

[Bazzell] No One Expects the Inquisition 13
But Tonya’s worst fear had proven false. It was after all to be merely her second most feared ordeal.

 

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[Bazzell] No One Expects the Inquisition 11
The friar’s brutal hands pawed her breasts and his dribbling lips laid wet kisses all over her body. His breath was bad and he stank of piss and pipe tobacco, but his penis was mercifully small. Not that Tonja could be grateful for that, for she had no experience of a man’s Trouser Serpent before this night, other than the strange movements she felt when she had occasion to sit upon a man’s lap in the tavern. Oh how she prayed to back back to the relative safety of the tavern.
“I must confess,” Friar Satanini breathlessly declared, as he thrust into her virgin loins, “I do begin to have doubts that you are a witch, girl.” He groaned in ecstasy, before continuing. “But it will take many tests such as this to truly decide your innocence.”

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We use to say that God's ways are impenetrable, but in this picture, the monk seems to penetrate the virgin girl's hole very well.

 

[tanuno]

[Bazzell] No One Expects the Inquisition 14
Tonya understood all too well that men could be rough and tumble, and she actually quite liked that about them, but she had no idea they could be brutal animals like this. It was not the same as the rough housing and the playful rudeness she had grown accustomed to at the tavern - after all, that was all part of her job. And had those cheeky familiarities suddenly vanished she knew would sadly mourn their passing.
But the wicked brutality of the men down here had become like a reoccurring nightmare, as these brutes taught her “lesson” after lesson for an education in depravity that she had no desire for.

 

[tanuno]

[Bazzell] No One Expects the Inquisition 15
Hours turned into days and Tonya lost all track of time in this dreadful place. She had to pee and poo into a filthy bucket they given her. Stale bread and strange tasting water were all they threw into her cell each morning to sustain her. Rats would often try to nibble at her toes, but a swift kick would thankfully see them off for a time.
The Dungeon Masters came to visit her every night, with their breath smelling of ale and their spirits unquenchably high. The Monk came to her cell every day - or she presumed it to be the daytime - knowing the sight of a friar after sunset to be a rare bird indeed.
During both day and night Tonya would hear the terrible screams of other women, and the occasional man’s raging cries, echoing down the hall from some distant chamber. The hellish sound of human suffering was a regular reminder that this ordeal could get much worse for Tonya. Each time she heard the metallic jangling of keys, the pounding of boots, or the slapping of sandals, she knew could herald the time for her own short journey to the torture chamber, where her screams would join that hellish chorus.

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[tanuno]

[dutifulrose] Elilandra Rose Svalfissonan / Acceptance

[dutifulrose] Elilandra Rose Svalfissonan / Denial​

As Cordelia lay naked in the skiff, her wrists bound with thick rope over her head and secured to the oar lock, while her thighs were forced apart, she felt a cool breeze caress her exposed skin, causing goosebumps to flare across its surface. The ropes that held her were tight, yet they seemed to embrace Cordelia, whispering sweet nothings of submission and desire that she had long thought had been vanquished. The rough-hewn planks of the skiff chafed her bottom, an undeniable reminder of her newfound vulnerability.

The widow's eyes darted between the slavers preparing to right the craft downstream and the murky water around her, and she wondered if her sister would mourn her disappearance - just as she had the vanishing of Elilandra the Kind a year earlier (and from this same area). Equally, she wondered what Fate had planned for her, given the threats made by these vermin. Would she be sold at auction to a firm yet fair Master, or would she face the harsh life of a common whore in the infamous brothels of Ides...?

John, the leader of this "merry group" and lackey of the Day Walkers, noticed the slut's gaze linger on where her admitted mother's ring and pendant had been dropped in the water by that insufferable dolt - William. John caught Cordelia's pained expression at the loss and smirked; when his eyes locked with hers (and in spite of her abduction and now - robbery), she felt a thrill of fear and excitement course through her, warming anew the embers of her intimate core. Cordelia felt a blush rise to her cheeks as she realized that she was not only at his mercy but also his amusement. John barked an order at the Snake (Cordelia's label for Will) to find the whore's kindly "donations" or else he'd end up beside her!

The coolness of the water slushing along the skiff's floor (and occasionally tickling her bottom) was a stark contrast to the heat building within as she felt the ever-present eyes of the slavers linger upon her open display. Cordelia's mind swirled with increasingly lewd thoughts, and she couldn't help but feel a guilty jolt at the very notion of being used solely for their pleasure. She had never experienced such raw, unbridled... desire before, and it was equally terrifying and exhilarating. As Snake popped up, panting and holding up the ring and pendant triumphantly, she took a deep breath and tried to calm herself.

John approached her side of the small boat, gripping the gunwale near her head, and leaned down. His hot breath fanned her face as he whispered, "Yer sale'll make those trink'ets luk like silly bawbles, slut. Mark me words." His hand reached out and traced the line of her jaw before descending to her neck, his grip firm but not painful. Cordelia's pulse quickened as she felt his thumb graze the tender skin just above her collarbone, and she couldn't help but lean in and... accept his touch despite her fear. He chuckled darkly at the whore's reaction. "Mayhap we'll st'etch that greedy slit of yers, as we travel," and chuckled again as he gave the order to cast off.

[dutifulrose] Elilandra Rose Svalfissonan / Open
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[tanuno]

[WillieMacJ] Red Stripes Town 20

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Following his opening salvo, a breast-nipping stroke across Kate's upper back, Bart continued his methodical assault on Kate's bare flesh, flaying the planes and hollows of her back with stroke after ferocious stroke while the Slocum brothers looked on approvingly.
Cactus Dan counted the blows with mounting enthusiasm as Kate's shrill cries for mercy went unanswered.
"Big Bart's givin' it to her real good, ain't he, Duke?" Daniel queried his neighbor lustily after one particularly vicious lash.
"Aye, that he is," Duke concurred as his own virile manhood responded to the savage blows being visited on the tightly bound beauty.

 

[tanuno]

[WillieMacJ] Red Stripes Town 21

"Harder, Bart!" Jake Slocum muttered as yet another lash ripped into Kate's bare back drawing another plaintive cry from the beautiful saloon-wench. "I jes love the way she rubs those big tits against the post!"

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[tanuno]

[WillieMacJ] Red Stripes Town 22

"That's it, Bart!" Jake Slocum egged on the whip-wielder. "Teach that pretty little filly that the Slocum brothers run this town and that if we want a little lovin' the women-folk here damn well better cooperate!"
"That's right, honey!" Sheriff Slocum chimed in with a cruel sneer. "Are you other ladies watchin'?" he snarledtr to Top Hat's girls. 'You'd best mind your manners unless'n you want to take a turn at the whipping post!"
As Cactus Dan continued to toll the strokes, Duke Remington couldn't take his eyes off of a livid weal that traversed Kate Mortimer's soft-skinned back and painted a thin red stripe across the outer contour of Kate's sumptuous right breast. It was clear that mercy was not in the vocabulary of either Bart of the sheriff and his brother. It wouldn't be long, he mused, before they pulled those Levi Strauss trousers down over Kate's nicely rounded buttocks and blistered her shapely bottom-globes for a while.

 

[tanuno]

[WillieMacJ] Red Stripes Town 23

After Bart has delivered half a dozen lashes, Slocum, unexpectedly, orders a pause in the proceedings. "Bart, Jake", he shouts to his henchmen, "Shuck down our prisoner's pants, boys. I'm thinkin' that shapely behind could do with some attention too." The men move eagerly to their task.

Just as Duke had surmised, the Slocums quickly grew impatient with how the tantalizing wriggling of Kate's backside after every whip-stroke was concealed by her sturdy Levi's.

And sure enough, as Jake and Bart teasingly inched Kate's trousers down over her shuddering bottomcheeks, Duke's manhood swelled up even further.

For Kate Mortimer's dimpled derriere had been sculpted for the lash. Twitching convulsively from fear, her nether-cheeks were a whip-master's dream, a perfectly rounded canvas to stripe and stripe again, cleft in twain by as deep and enticing a buttock groove as a man could ever hope to see.

"Oh, that little slut's really gonna get it now!" Cactus Dan chortled. "Bart's gonna set that sweet young ass on fire!"

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[tanuno]

[WillieMacJ] Red Stripes Town 24

Having exposed the damsel's shapely behind, Bart is ordered to continue.

Bart had could hardly believe his good fortune. Kate's back and shoulders were exquisite.

But there was something special, something primevaly enjoyable, about whipping a beautiful young's woman's nude buttocks -- especially when her arms had been pinioned well above her head, so that the well-curved muscles of her glutes were perfectly posed for the lash.rner

Bart licked at the corners of his mouth, as he drew back the terrible whip and imagined himself parting Kate's quivering butt-cheeks and plunging his man-staff into the tight-gripping canal of flesh between them.

 

[tanuno]

[WillieMacJ] Red Stripes Town 25

Kate's arms stretched painfully high by the unforgiving shackles on her wrists, her beckoning bottomcheeks all but begged for the lash, and Bart focused his gaze on those nervously twitching buttocks with a predatory gaze as he drew back the fierce-stinging whip.

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[tanuno]

[tawnyt] Ramsey
Ramsey, accused of calling the commander of the 4th Company an asshole and throwing the cup of red wine she was supposed to serve him in his face, is brought before the regimental commander for sentencing and punishment. The villagers of the village where the regiment is currently stationed also take part in this trial.

Commander: “Defendant, you have been found guilty of a serious offense. You have denounced the commander of the 4th Company in front of witnesses. Do you regret your action?”
Ramsey: ”No, commander. He's an asshole, the way he treats his soldiers is putting it mildly.”
Commander: “Well, I declare you guilty and you will be tied to the cross and give a blowjob to the entire 4th company.”
Ramsey: ‘But that's more than 100 soldiers...”
Commander: ’That's your responsibility. And woe betide if any sperm gets on the ground. You have to swallow everything...”
Ramsey: ”...”

Commander: “Execute the sentence now!”
Ramsey: *gulp*
Ramsey is led to the cross and tied to it with her wrists first.

After the wrists have been tied tightly to the cross, one of the soldiers turns the cross and Ramsey loses the ground under her feet...

Fortunately for Ramsey, she is turned even further and can rest her legs on the cross, which results in a slightly more comfortable position. But as soon as she has put her legs down, her ankles are also tied to the cross.

After Ramsey's wrists were also tied to the cross, she was turned until she was in an overhead position. In the meantime, the 4th Company was ordered to prepare for the execution of the punishment.

The soldiers of the 4th Company have undressed and formed a line. They are eagerly waiting for the commander to give the starting signal. Ramsey herself is shocked to see what awaits her. The end of the queue is nowhere to be seen and she dreads the starting signal.

The commander gives the start signal and one soldier after the other has his cock sucked.
So that Ramsey doesn't get a rush of blood to her head, she is brought back into an upright position after every 5th soldier and is allowed to recover for a few minutes before continuing.
The soldier responsible for turning the cross also makes sure that Ramsey serves each soldier properly and swallows the cum accordingly.

Meanwhile, it has already begun to dawn and for Ramsey is still no end in sight of torture. Mercilessly, one cock after another is pushed into her mouth and she has to suck it until the respective soldier cums and squirts his sperm into her mouth, which she has to swallow. Since some soldiers have missed the mark, you can now see her face covered in cum.

Sometime around midnight Ramsey made it through after sucking more than 100 cocks and ingesting the cum.
Ramsey was then brought back to an upright position and left tied to the cross to reflect on her transgression.
Apart from the night watchman, no one else was to be seen on the streets and so she spent the night tied up and spread-eagled in the main square.
In the morning she was taken down from the cross and set free again until her next “transgression” ...
THE END (at least for now )

 

[tanuno]

[tawnyt] Josephine on The Bench

 

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[tawnyt] Cat & Jakob

 

[tanuno]

[tawnyt] Bound Together