Castle. I think I know just the spot for this one. Yes, right between those juicy thighs of yours. I bet a whore like you is always getting her clit tickled by some stupid stud. Well I think that slutty lovebud needs a proper punishment. Yeah, I think a good clit burning is just what you need!
Slaves of Yang-Sogot. The orgy of suffering was not over, however. Still more pain was required. The chosen one was chained to the floor, cruelly bound and tortured by the rings that pulled at her soft flesh. Her vagina, mercilessly pulled and stretched by the chief priest, was seen to quiver and tremble as it waited, exposed and defenseless, for the dark god. The priests hit her again and again all over her body, and masturbated over her, jerking and groaning as their semen rained down on the girl’s lovely naked body. The priests then began a low, unintelligible chant, their eyes fixed on the victim. By now she was on the brink of madness, unable to stand the relentless beatings, the incessant penetrating pain…
Crusades. The Christian prisoner. “Well, m’lady, I perceive that your long spell here has taught you humility. M’lady does not find me as repulsive as she once did. If your progress continues, I shall order the blacksmith to break the iron belt. You will have a servant’s clothes and will serve me at table… Under the table and on your knees, of course. For the moment, however, you will pay lip service to me. Open your mouth.”
The Marquis de Sade’s friend. Lord Caine smiled as he watched his wife beat the ever loving spirit out of this insolent little girl. He felt his cock grow hard as he thought of the new depths this little tart would go to avoid more pain. He imagined the soft feel of her lips as they quivered around his thick member, how her tongue would dance underneath his shaft, both from trained skill and fear of the consequences should she fail. “I do hope you’re paying attention, girl…” one of the more “experienced” slavegirls, marked by her mobcap bonnet, said, holding the onlooking, bound slavegirl in place. “This is what happens to those who disobey the orders of our Lord… he turns them over to his lady, the Lady Treble, and she makes short work of them…”
Summer resort. “Aah, fuck. Baby you are wetter than any woman I’ve had. You enjoying this, or did one of my people use you before I got you?” Franko slammed his huge cock in her harder and harder as if to stress his questions, and Sandra spasmed against the pain. “Doesn’t matter. Jamir and Nani put you in a nice little outfit for me, didn’t they? I’ll have to tip them. Now hold still, bitch, or I’ll get Jamir to whip you again so you’ll know better next time.”
Sackers. Baron Sharcem is the only man powerful enough to stand up the barbarian hordes. But he betrayed his own people and remained neutral in exchange for the throne of Damselot. Merkedit has given him Paulina, Princess and heir to the throne, as his personal slave. He handed her over naked and in chains, with her virginity protected by a cruel and humiliating chastity belt. Her will to resist has been cruelly broken by torture. Now, slave, kneel before your Lord and Master and prove your love for him. You know how to do this? NOOOOOOOOOON First take your Master in your mouth and use your lips and tongue on him. Then take him in deeper until you can feel his bollocks on your face. Work on his prick until he comes deep in your throat.
The Marquis de Sade’s friend. The Lady Treble merely laughed. “I don’t care what you’re like! You’ll soon learn to associate the smell of women with the lusts of the flesh!” she said, smiling as she tapped her whip against her open palm. “That is… unless you’d prefer to be a PAIN SLUT instead?” “No! No, milady… ahh… ahhh… mmm…” the girl whimpered, her hips gyrating sensuously as the experienced slaves continued their work between her legs. “Ahh… ahh… oh God… oh God!” “You’d best ask permission before you cum, slave! I don’t tolerate disobedience in this household!” “Aahhh… ahhh… p-please mistress… please may I cum? Please… please… please?!!!” the girl squealed as the fire built inside her. The Lady Treble merely grinned as she watched the girl’s motions go from lustful to desperate. Oh she would serve well, this one. She would serve well…
Captive girls of the barbary coast. Horrendous pain. Tarik sold the slave to the Captain of the Guard in the belief that she was broken in, but to his surprise the Captain returned her two days later. He demanded his money back, and also asked for the bitch to be punished for her poor cock-sucking skills. “Listen here, Tarik, this bitch says she can’t suck my cock . Can’t take it all in, says it’s too big! Ha ha hall!” “Leave it to me. Captain. I’ll punish every inch of her naked body. She’ll open her mouth wide as soon as she sees a cock after that, believe me!” “AAAAAAAAGGGGHHH!!! “Scream all you like, bitch. I’m gonna open your cunt all the way. That’ll teach you to refuse to suck cock!” Melissa was punished until her whole body was one unbearable pain. But despite the re-training, the Captain did not want her back. Instead he chose another slave who was, he felt, a real slut and who did all the dirtiest things he could think of…
Hell’s own sect. The terrible thwack of heavy wood sinking into her soft breast is followed instantly by the sinister counting. “Three blows..’ The crypt becomes a resonance chamber, insistently calling up the Lord of the Abysses. The rod comes down more than a dozen times before the warm, sickening vapors rising from ventilation holes in the iron door fill the chapel with the smell of Hell itself. From the well itself a kind of viscous sighing can be heard. Marie Louise can hardly stand the punishment. The terrible ointment is burning into her breasts. Each blow of the rod is like a hot iron branding her breast.
The Marquis de Sade’s friend. The Lord Caine provided many a “useful” service to his peers and fellow noblemen throughout the countryside. Among those services, which included such things such as procurement and training, was his most requested of all: obedience training! There were, after all, many a farmgirl or arrogant maid who thought herself above the “invitations” of their lords and masters. Many of these girls needed to be taught an awful reality: that they were nothing more than pieces of meat to be used as their betters saw fit! “Not so tough now, are you?” one of Lord Caine’s friends, Lord Krebs, asked, clutching at a milkmaid Sylvia’s hair so tightly, he almost ripped it from her scalp! The girl screamed, not just from the brutal tugging on her hair but also from the hot wax dripping down upon her tender flesh! Her lord and master, Lord Krebs, merely laughed. “I bet you felt quite high and mighty when you doused me with your milk pail! But now look at you! I bet it doesn’t feel so good being covered in ‘milk’ now does it?”