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…
The Marquis de Sade’s friend. “Ouch!” little Annie cried out, wriggling and squealing as she dangled from the ceiling. “Please, milords! Please let me go! This… this is wrong! Please!” “Quiet, you!” Lord Caine said, slapping the blonde bitch across the cheek. “This will teach you to steal from my gardens, you little slut!” he roared. “Now you’ll be sold as sex slaves and fuckpets to anyone willing to pay your piddling price! Normally I’d charge more, but I think it should serve as a lesson that the both of you are cheaper than a cow and a chicken!” The girls both flushed with shame and humiliation. Free women, they were now worth less than farm animals! The lords Calaban and Foster grinned and exchanged glances. “Of course,” the Lord Foster said, pulling his cock out from his pants. “We have to make sure these two aren’t lustful sinners… we have to make sure their holes are tight! If we find they’re not good fucks… I’m not sure I’d pay more than a pennyfarthing for these two…”
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 hotel. You will be a good girl and suck now, Galina. Make it enjoyable for me, my new whore! This is a special moment for me, you know – to break in a new girl, have her tied up for the first time in her life, crying while throating my dick. And for you, also – your first day as a sex slave, sold to me by your father. Cry for me, Galina, and suck! Suck, whore, you have much, much more of this ahead for you!
The Marquis de Sade’s friend. “Be quiet!” Lord Caine shouted. “Clearly your father did not teach you manners! But that suits my needs fine. I prefer to train my own slaves. I prefer them fresh!” the Lord Caine said, his mouth twisting into a wicked smile. “I think we have a nice assortment of well-worn dildos that will quiet this slut and teach her the meaning of submission! Girls, take this one to the dungeons to start her training! She will serve nicely while she can. Your name, ‘my lady’ is no longer Claudette but Cuntmuncher! Learn your name well, otherwise you will learn to fear the crack of the riding crop instead!” While the blue dressed daughter was dragged screaming from the sitting room, her sisters could only watch in horror, knowing full well that their turns for inspection would be next… The Lord Caine turned a gentle gaze over to the other two girls. “I hope you two have learned an important lesson. Disobedience will not be tolerated! Now… lift up your skirts and let me see your holes!”
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?”