Chapter 4
I had not received my bi-weekly beatings for two weeks and was beginning to wonder if my Master was beginning to tire of me, but such was not the case.
My Master informed me that I was to be used as one of the common slaves. This had happened twice before since opening the castle so it came as no surprise.
I was more than willing to submit to being a common slave as I knew my Master enjoyed lending me out to others.
I also knew that what I was to receive would indeed be very painful for I was only used when others could not be found.
On a cold, windy, rainy day in late September my Master removed my gold ribbon and replaced it with a red ribbon with a white star and two slender bands of purple (the purple showed that I was of the ruling family, a very expensive piece of merchandise).
I knew that this day I would serve others to please my Master. And perhaps if I was lucky my Master would join in too.
Ordered to dress, I donned the clothes that my Master had laid out for me—a dark green silk dress with semiprecious stones sown in the white lace that trimmed the bodice, a tightly laced corset that pushed my creamy tits up so much that they threatened to spill over the edges, silk stockings, garter, five full, lacy under slips and satin slippers.
A hairdresser came in and arranged my hair atop my head with long slender curls escaping to frame my face. When she was finished my Master placed a diamond and emerald necklace around my neck, the largest emerald resting between my pushed up breasts and matching earrings in my ears.
There was no doubt that I was to be a very high ranking lady—I began to wonder what was to happen to me.
My Master, dressed in similar lavish style, led me to one of the main reception rooms of the castle.
Upon entering it was obvious to see that a ball was in progress as musicians played and other lavishly dress couples danced around the mirror lined room.
We had staged many of these balls in the past as it seemed to be a favorite of our customers and when my Master lead me to the dance floor I thought nothing of it.
As we danced to a lilting waltz he explained to me what was to happen.
"Do you remember the request form from a Mr. Craig Williamson?"
I did remember it and my blood began to flow faster in my veins as he continued.
"You are to be the Duchess of Seville who is accused of heresy against the Holy Roman Church.
"It has come to the Church's attention that you have aided several dissenters in escaping their just do from the Holy Inquisition. Naturally you did aid them and naturally you will deny it, and thus you will be taken by the Inquisition."
"Mr. Williamson and his friends have paid $50,000 each to get your confession so make sure they get their money's worth. When you can take no more you are to say mustard and I will stop the proceedings, but try to last."
"They want it continue for at least two days. Understand?"
"Yes, Master. It will be as you wish."
Mr. Williamson had requested that he and two of his friends be allowed to torture females in the Spanish Inquisition room.
I quickly recalled some of the things they wanted to do—whippings, the rack, trial by fire, cage imprisonment and piercings. In total they requested two slaves along with some minor damage to common slaves and I wondered who the others would be as my Master whirled me around the dance floor.
For two hours we danced and dined in opulent splendor of the privileged.
Servants catered to our every wish and occasionally we could see couples engaging in validations as noblemen would sink hands into plunging necklines of willing partners.
Several women were danced around the floor with both breasts exposed to the flickering candle light. One woman was dancing totally nude except for her stockings and shoes.
Our customers really did enjoy these fantasies of former times.
After over three hours of role playing I began to forget what was to happen but suddenly I was reminded as the doors to the ballroom were thrown open and the room filled with armor protected soldiers.
The long metal pikes of the forty soldiers surrounded the room, the guests forced to the center of the room and the priests of the Holy Inquisition entered.
Playing his part superbly my Master walked to the priests and demanded to know why his ball was being interrupted by the Holy Order.
A small man dressed in the black robes of the Inquisition stepped forward and began to read the proclamation.
"Be it known that the Holy Roman Church and the most reverend Inquisition charges the Duchess of Seville and her handmaid, Kimberly, with aiding at least five dissidents to escape the tribunal of the Holy Inquisition."
"It has been decreed that they submit themselves to the justice of the Inquisition."
"That is ridicules. The Duchess of Seville is my wife and her handmaid has been our servant for over five years." My Master enjoyed playing his role.
"Step aside your grace unless you wish to follow you wife and handmaid to our justice."
"I most assuredly will accompany them. And if, as you say, they have aided dissenters I myself will willingly see them punished for their crimes."
"I will not have my name shamed by false accusations, if they should be found innocent, nor by their actions if found guilty. I demand attendance."
"As you wish, your grace. If you would be so kind as to inform us which of the two ladies we are to take into custody, we may begin."
A few minutes later Kim, the nanny to Chattel Castle who had joined me before in the Spanish Inquisition torture chambers, and I were being forcefully drug down to the third level dungeons where the Spanish Inquisition room was located.
Each of us were escorted by a pike carrying soldier as we fought every step of the way (after all we had a part to play). We caused quite a sensation as we made our way to the dungeons and many followed in our wake to see our fates.
By the time we arrived in the Spanish Inquisition room we were practically naked as our struggles had forced our guards to be quite harsh.
The beautiful, black Kim only had the remains of a tattered chemise covering her and I wasn't much more covered as I had only the tightly laced corset, stockings and a few remaining shreds of green silk covering my flushed flesh. My jewels were safely hidden by one of my guards.
Upon entering the Inquisition room we were hit by the intense heat of the burning braziers and the stares of the three black robed priests that awaited us. And as we were drug to stand in front of the priests, spectators began to file into the chamber and take the benches that lined the walls.
One of the priests stepped in front of me and began to speak.
"Do you, Christine Seville, Duchess of Seville of mighty Spain, admit or deny that you and your maid, Kimberly Degus, aided heretics to escape the justice of this high tribunal?"
"I deny any and all accusations. I know of no heretics. I offered no aid to anyone. I demand to be released this instance."
The guard on either side of me dug their hands deeper into my arms and pulled my hands behind my back as the black robed priest slapped my face three times. "You lie, lady. Bring the prisoners forward." Three common female slaves were brought forward, each showing evidence of some punishment on their bodies, and confessed that I and my maid had helped them to escape the priests of the Inquisition by hiding them in my cellar until they could be taken away.
"What say you now, Lady Seville?"
"I say they are lying. I have never seen these women before in my life. And I demand, again, that you release me instantly."
That comment was answered as my guards forced me to my knees and the priest again slapped my face.
"Lying heretic. We have their confessions and we will have yours too. Take her to the rack."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw my Master smile as I was drug across the stone floor and hulled up to stand beside the rack.
I fought my guards as much as I could to no avail. My wrists were soon attached to the leather cuffs above my head.
As they were trying to ties my ankles to the other cuffs I managed to kick one of my guards in the stomach.
He retaliated by slamming his fist into my stomach and as I tried to catch my breath from his blow my ankles were firmly encased in the leather ankle cuffs, my remaining clothes cut off me.
When they stepped back I was effectively bound, stretched out in an X as chills covered my naked body.
Meanwhile the priests were questioning Kim and that cheeky black beauty was having one hell of a time as she cursed a blue streak at the black robed priests and called them every know word of repulsions.
She denied helping the heretics, she denied being my handmaid and she denied the priests authority over her.
Needless to say, none of which did her any good. Because of her ebony skin she was stripped of her remaining clothing and Inspected for signs of the devil, and when a small mole on her left breast was discovered it was determined that it was a mark of her serving the devil.
The hissing black entrancetress was soon chained to the stone wall as each priests thoroughly inspected her devil sign.
As one priest squeezed her tit a stream of pure white milk was forced from her nipple.
"She not only serves the devil but feeds his offspring's too," came from one of the priests as I watched his cock raise the front of his robe.
"Remove the devil's drink from the bitch," the high priest said and I assumed him to be Mr. Williamson.
The other two then must be Mr. Herin's and Mr. Straitfield.
A cart was pulled to stand in front of Kim and shortly thereafter two huge stone with a wheel on top and bisecting the stones was placed on top of the cart.
Kim and I both knew how the breast press operated as it had been used on us many times before and I knew of Kim's love of tit torture. My own cunt gave a pleasant twitch as Kim licked her lips in anticipation.
Kim screamed out her defiance as her tits were placed between the upper and lower stones.
Slowly one priest began to turn the wheel and the two stone came closer together, Kim's tits trapped between.
She called them bastards, scum of the earth, lecherous horny half-men as the wheel was turned more and more.
As the stones came closer and closer together her mother's milk began to flow. At first a dribble, then a steady stream of pure white milk exited her ebony breasts that were getting flatter and flatter by the moment.
Each drop was collected in a silver tray that was attached to the front side of the breast press and we knew that later it would be sold to some of the spectators at an over inflated price which they would willingly pay. After all, how often does one get to drink mother's milk that has been pressed from tortured tits?
Kim's full tits were compressed to no less than two inches next to her chest.
I knew she was in extreme agony and loving every second of it. When she had joined us at Chattel Castle as Nanny for the residing children she had demanded occasional tit torture. And she was getting it as the stones pressed together more and more until her screams filled the room and the last drop of milk hung from .her hardened nipple.
"Confess to your crimes against the church, bitch. Confess and you will be freed."
"Go ... toooo hellll ... you bloody ... bastarrddd."
"Turn it again."
"Aaaaaaahhhhhheeeeeeeeee ... go ... tooooo hellll."
"Do you confess, bitch?"
"Nnnooooooo ... you bastarrrrddd."
"Remove the cart."
Two of the priests pulled the cart from under the breast press and the two stones were supported by Kim's swollen, squeezed dry tits.
When the cart was jerked away the bottom stone crashed into her ribs and that along with the weight of the stones hanging from her breasts made Kim scream like I had never heard her scream before.
"Aaaaaaaahhheeeeeowwwww ... oooohhhh sweet Jesus."
"That's right, bitch. Pray to our sweet Lord for your salvation. Do you confess to aiding the admitted heretics?"
"Nnnnnooooooo ... you bastarrrrddd."
"Let her think about her sins for a while. It's time to question the Duchess."
Thus they left Kim chained to the wall, the stone breast press hanging from her smashed tits and came to me.
"Lady Seville do you confess to aiding the heretics?"
"I confess to nothing. I did nothing against the Mother Church and I demand that you release me."
I was still chained to the rack but otherwise quite comfortable. My hands were beginning to get cool as they lacked blood from being over my head and my feet still rested on the stone floor.
The massive wooden rack that was shaped like a V on its side had yet to be extended by the huge screw that resided near the point of the V. The two ends of the V had wide forks that held my arms and legs wide apart, but as yet they were not pulled apart by the screw at the juncture of the V.
All of my body was totally available as I stood at the ends of the rack.
"Father Michael would you be so kind as to turn the screw?"
One of the black robed priest walked behind me and a moment later I heard the ominous creaking of wood on wood as Father Michael began to turn the screw.
Slowly my wide spread arms began to rise toward the ceiling and with each turn of the screw the priests asked me to confess and I denied to do so.
The upper forks of the V began to raise me off the floor.
My shoulders took up my weight and my hands became numb from lack of blood.
The priests continued to ask for my confession and I continued to assert my innocence.
The upper forks of the rack kept pulling me further and further toward the ceiling and the bands around my ankles began to pull me toward the floor.
I was beginning to be stretched by the rack as the priests droned on and on.
I felt my muscles and bones starting to protest but all I was really conscious of was my drooling cunt that was in danger of climaxing as the pain filled my strung out body.
I had been trained to come when pain was inflicted upon me and what they were doing to me was making it happen as I screamed out in pain and pleasure.
As I gloried in my pleasures I heard the head priest ask for a whip. I opened my eyes.
Father Michael turned the screw another revolution and the head priest brought his whip forward to land on my milk filled breasts.
I screamed. I came.
Milk began to seep out of my whipped nipples.
"Another that feeds the devil's spawn," came from the head priest as he landed the whip on my dripping nipples again.
My left shoulder gave a pop as it threatened to come out of the socket.
Father Michael turned the screw again and the head priest landed the whip again as the third priest knelt between my wide spread legs, saying "We must check for the devil's cream here too."
The priest between my legs did nothing priestly to my eager cunt. He dove in like a man possessed. Lips, tongue and teeth were well versed in taking pleasures from a woman's cunt and I gave him what he wanted.
I flooded his mouth with my devil's cream as I came over and over as the rack was screwed further and further apart and as the whip landed again and again on my pain loving tits as the milk became a steady stream.
I felt my right shoulder give a pop as the rack pulled me some more. Fearing that my joints would be pulled apart, against my Master's wishes, I screamed, "Mustardddddddddd" and I felt no more pulling.
None but my Master knew our code word so I knew that he had stopped Father Michael from turning the screw. Knowing that he was observing me gave me untold thrills.
I needed to please him. The others were instruments that he used, but it was my Master that I obeyed. I had to last at least two days to please him.
I felt the whip land again and again against my breasts.
I felt the man drink of my juices between my legs.
I wondered what Father Michael would now do that he wasn't turning the screw.
Then my world changed.
My breasts were no longer being whipped and I felt a very large cock enter my seeping cunt and a moment later one entered my willing ass.
I hung there stretched by the rack as two priests made use of my body.
I came over and over again as the head priest fucked my cunt and drank my devil's milk from my whipped breasts and the other priest's cock checked out my asshole for other signs of the devil.
Opening my tear filled eyes I saw Father Michael remove the breast press from Kim's tits and sink his took of the church up her cunt to their mutual satisfaction.
When the priests had finished their churchly duties Kim and I were again questioned.
We both still refused to sign confessions and were rearranged for further interrogations.
I was chained, my back to the stone wall, my feet didn't touch the floor. There were two wooden boards behind me, one pressed into my shoulder blades the other pressed into the fleshy part of my ass.
My cunt gave a twitch of delight because I knew the purpose of those wooden boards.
Again I was asked to sign a confession, again I refused.
Kim was taken over to the whipping post. It was ten foot high and eight inches square. Her back was to the pole and her hands manacled above her head as she stood on her tiptoes. Other manacles were attached to her ankles and a moment later her feet were pulled behind the pole and secured.
She hung by her wrists. She gave a groan of pleasure when she refused to sign a confession.
The priests had discarded their robes and sweat could be seen on their flesh in the stifling hot chamber as they approached the bound Kim.
Slipping from their roles they gave scant attention to obtaining her confession as they approached her and fondled her tits. Each man had an eight inch needle in his hand.
The first man grabbed her left nipple and pulled it away from her body as he poised the needle at the top of her tit.
"Confession is good for the soul." He touched the needle to her tit.
"I agree. I confess that I'm hornier than hell, you damned bastard. So what are you going to do about it?"
She licked her lips as she stared at the needle.
She shook her body, making her tit sway in his hand then looked him straight in the eye. "You gonna pierce my devil tits, bastard? You think that God doesn't know you're horny too just thinking about my magnificent black tits?"
"May the Lord protect us from sinners like you."
He pulled her nipple further away from her and jammed the needle through the fullest part of her tit.
Kim screamed and her hips jerked forward in her climax as he worked the needle back and forth in her tit, the pointed end jabbing her chest wall beneath her full pierced tit.
"Did you help the heretics?"
"Nnnnoooooooooo you bastarrrrddd."
"Very well. Father James."
He stepped back and the other man came forward, his needle held in ready.
"Confess, woman." He pressed his needle to the top of her right tit as he captured her nipple in his other hand.
"I confess ... that you have one damned fine hard on. Do you confess that you want to fuck this black devil's maid?"
We all saw his cock give a jerk at her words. He licked his own lips as he drove the needle through her tit and as her scream filled the stone room a drop of precome glistened on the tip of his cock.
He stepped away and the head priest came to her.
He had his needle in one hand and a pair of pliers in the other. His shaft was leaking fluids too.
"Do you confess to the all mighty God that you have sinned against his church?"
"Yes. I confess that I have fucked men that weren't my husband. Including you, you damned bastard, if your swollen cock is any indication. Do you want to fuck me too, you bastard of the church? Can't you just feel your slimy cock sinking into my devil's cave?
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee."
Kim's scream echoed around the room as the head priest drove the needle through the side of her left tit, pushing it way in.
Then using the pliers he pulled it through some more and started to press it into her right tit.
Kim screamed and even from my distance I could see her clit jerking up and down as he pinned her breasts together. When he stood back all could see that there was a needle in each of her breasts and one that connected them together as she sagged against the whipping post and her clit twitched up and down in her multiple climaxes.
"Do you confess?"
"Iiieee confesssss thattt I'mmmm hornier than hell, you damned bastards of the church."
The head priest turned to his assistants, and said, "Heat the next needles that pierce her. She will confess."
Each of the priests held their needles in a pair of pliers so they wouldn't get burnt themselves as they held them in the flames of a brazier.
Then one at a time they drove the red hot needles into Kim's tits.
Her screams and the smell of burnt flesh filled the chamber, along with the scent of aroused woman.
Three, then six red hot needles were buried in her quivering breasts and still she refused to confess to anything but her horniness and theirs.
Three more red hot needles were driven through her tits and they began to look like a very full pincushion. Then as each of them did it again they each fucked her to everyone's mutual delight.
When they were ready to come to me again Kim had fifteen needles piercing her tits and had come at least four times that I was aware of.
"And what of you, my lady? Are you ready to confess yet? Or do we continue with our interrogations?"
By that time I was ready to confess to anything they wanted me to confess to if they would only make my body sing with the pain that I loved.
But to make it sing I couldn't confess to the charges of aiding and heresy.
"I confess that I am envious of my maid, but not to the charges that you accuse me of. I did nothing against the church."
"So be it. When you are ready to confess just tell us and we will stop."
He turned to his assistants and said, "Let us begin. Father Michael you may have the upper crank and Father James you can turn the lower one."
I knew what his words meant but many of the bystanders that still watched didn't.
I searched their faces to see if any of them knew but when I saw my Master's face smiling at me I smiled back and watched him as the priests began to turn the cranks that were attached to the boards behind me.
As they turned the cranks my body was forced away from the wall. Turn after turn my tits were pushed forward by the board behind my shoulder blades and my cunt was forced forward by the board behind my hips.
As they cranked and cranked me away from the wall I could hear the others in the room murmur as they began to understand that I was attached to a different kind of stretching rack.
I felt some small bones in my back crack as my body arched away from the stone wall.
My head fell back as my tits and cunt reached for the center of the room. My arms and legs again began to pull at my joints.
My nipples were hardened nubs and my nipple rings stood out at the ends of my tits. The ring in my clit was sticking straight out too as my arousal climbed and the rings in my cunt lips flapped in the air as my legs slowly slide behind me as my hips were thrust forward in lude invitation.
My body was in a U shape. My hands and feet back, my torso forward as my head hung and my long hair waved above the stone floor.
More bones cracked in my back and my joints complained of harsh treatment and when I felt a tendon start to snap I again screamed out "Mustardddd" and the cranking stopped.
I was breathing in short gasping gulps.
Tears were streaming to the sides of my face. I felt like a bow ready to release an arrow for an incredible distance.
"Confess, lady, or your devil rings will be pulled to the tearing point. We can see your servitude to the devil. You wear five of his rings. Confess or those rings of the devil will be put to use serving our gracious Lord. Confess!"
"I ammm ... not a heretic ... I helped no hereticss ... I serve only the trueeeee Lord."
I had been attached to this device before but on those occasions I had been whipped, never had I had my rings pulled in that position and I eagerly awaited to see what it felt like. I didn't have long to wait.
I felt what I assumed to be slender ropes being attached to my five rings and as I struggled to bring my head forward to verify that I saw my Master.
I saw his avid attention riveted to my bound body so I looked.
My rings were not being attached to slender ropes but to copper wires that sparkled in the lights of the room. Wire couldn't be stretched like rope. Was that their sole purpose, or was I to be given electrical shocks too?
I had been tortured with electricity before but never in the Spanish Inquisition room. My Master always adhered to the timetable of that room and electricity wasn't invented by that time period.
Would these priest of the Inquisition use electricity? Or did they use the wire for other reasons?
I didn't know, but I knew that I and the others would soon find out.
My eyes flashed to Kim.
She was contentedly still bound to the whipping post, the needles were still embedded in her tits and the combined come of the three priests was dripping out of her snatch.
But soon I concentrated on myself alone as I felt my rings being pulled away from my body.
I groaned as my nipples grew another two inches.
I screamed when my clit did the same.
Then I felt my cunt lips being pulled toward the floor and I screamed again.
I couldn't breathe well with my head back so I tried to bring it forward and just as I did all five rings were pulled at the same time and my screams reverberated and bounced off the stone wall of the chamber.
"Confess!"
"Nnnoooooooooooo."
I felt the tension ease against my rings and I relaxed as much as I could.
But when I heard a collective gasp from the bystanders I again tried to raise my head to look.
The head priest was walking toward me.
His hands were in heavy gloves that protected them from the cast iron brazier that he carried in his hands. The brazier was one of the smaller round ones. It had three hooks around its upper edges, equally spaced, to it could hang and not spill its contents.
The brazier was filled with red hot coals. He walked between wide spread legs and I began to understand.
My cunt and clit gave twitches of delight as I awaited for the wires to be attached to the hooks in the brazier.
I felt the heat of the coals sink into my cunt and inner legs as the head priest held the brazier in place as his assistants attached the wires that were hanging from my cunt lips and clit to the hooks.
I felt the wires slide through the hooks and the brazier came closer to my opened cunt. I felt the wires being secured. The two assistants stood back and the head priest began to withdraw his support of the brazier.
I screamed. My God did I ever scream as he withdrew his hands from the brazier and my three rings took charge of holding the weight of the case iron brazier filled with red hot coals.
My clit and cunt lips reached for the floor as the heat of the coals- began to roast them ever hotter and hotter as the brazier hung suspend from my rings.
I heard a sizzling sound and realized that a drop of my cunt juices had plopped onto the hot coals.
Now I knew why wire was used, rope would have burnt from the intense heat.
I screamed and screamed some more.
I began a frantic search of my Master. I finally found him standing just to the left of my body. And just as I was ready to scream "Mustard" I saw his expression.
He was bent forward inspecting my clit, cunt rings and the heated brazier. His eyes twinkled. And his fully engorged cock was outside his pants. He was aroused by my suffering and I knew that it took a lot to make that magnificent cock rise to its full stature.
I was pleasing him. He was enjoying my suffering and I couldn't fail him.
I swallowed the word I was about to scream out and let the pain sink into me.
I wallowed in my pain.
I felt my clit stretching more and more.
My cunt lips felt like they were two feet long and the heat of the coals was sending waves of heat up my stretched opening, roasting my central core with pain.
The brazier was beginning to heat up the wires attached to my rings and they too began to heat up.
As I was allowing myself to float with my pains I became aware that something was being done to my tits as well.
The wires attached to my nipple rings had been wrapped around a wooden arch that stood in front of me. The arch was wide and didn't interfere with anybody coming close to me.
One of the priest had climbed a ladder and he was in the final stages of securing my wires to the top of the arch. As I felt the pull of my three lower rings, he pulled my nipples toward the top of the arch and tied them off.
The top of the arch was about a foot above my straining nipples. He bent down and when next I saw his hands, he was holding two very fat candles that were aflame.
My blurry eyes watched as he laid the candles on their sides at the ends of the wires attached to my rings.
Even in my pain filled state I wondered about the significance of the candles and then I understood as I saw the heated wax follow the path of the wires toward my pulled nipples.
Slowly the wax traveled the wires until it reached my nipples. The heat of the wax settled around my tormented nipples and sank in with a vengeance.
Somewhere in my pain filled brain my ears registered the words, "Do you confess?" but I paid the words scant attention.
The wax began to build up on my nipples and spread over my tits.
My clit felt like it was ready to leave my body as it strained toward the heated brazier.
My cunt lips felt like they grew another foot toward the floor. A steady plop of my juices landed on the hot coals with a sizzle.
Then I felt a hand touch my left hip and I turned my head to see who it was.
It was my Master.
I came like never before as his hand caressed my hip and my fluids cooled the heated coals hanging beneath my roasted cunt.
I was in a world of my own. Vaguely I could hear the others in the room as they too strove for completion but all I was truly aware of was my Master's hand caressing my hip as I came over and over again and again.
Finally my world went from swirling lights to the deepest darkness I had ever known.
When I came to, I realized that I was still in the Inquisition room.
My body was curled up in one of the opened metal cages. I had been forced into a crouching position, my knees were widely spread and tied, digging into the metal bars at the bottom of the cage. There was a gag in my mouth and my breasts were encased in rope, cutting them off from my chest as they hung lower than my knees. Bars pressed into my back but I could tell that no metal was around my ass and the only bars below me were the ones that my knees pressed into.
I was in the access cage.
My ass, cunt, breasts and mouth could be approached by anyone yet I couldn't escape the confines of my cage. My cage was suspend in midair and it was moving.
And the reason it was moving was because Kim was hanging from it.
Her hands were tied to the bars that my legs were tied to and she was being whipped by all three priests.
Clearing my eyes I saw her. The needles were still in her breasts as the head priest whipped them. Another priest was whipping her stripped ass as the third used a switch on her twisting legs and feet. Then suddenly as if miraculously cured I heard her screams.
Kim must have been under the whips for quite some time as she was covered with their marks. But the occasional words that could be understood were still words of denial.
The gutsy bitch was having a, grand time as she twisted below me. All at the castle knew she could take literally hours of abuse and even more to her pain loving tits. And those tits were getting the pain. The head priest that was whipping her pin-filled tits was using a cat that made those needles move around like crazy.
I could smell her scent above my own, and I knew it well for many a times have I tasted it.
Kim's screams were beginning to dwindle when the priests set their instruments of torture aside and my cage was lowered until she could stand on the floor with her arms lowered to her sides.
As we were lowered she was placed to the rear of my cage and it stopped its descent when her face was in line with my ass.
"Service your mistress, slut. Wash the devil's shit out of her as we wash Satin's from you."
I turned my head as much as possible and saw the head priest sink his swollen shaft up Kim's willing ass as his hands twisted the needles in her beaten breasts.
But soon I had no other thoughts as Kim's very talented tongue began its entry into my own willing ass.
I shivered with her first touch and with the second I came. And so it went. Each priest washed away the devil's touch from her ass as she did the same to mine as we both came time after time.
When the last priest took his relief from Kim and she withdrew from me I finally looked around.
There were few spectators left in the chamber and I easily found my Master standing near my head. He was smiling.
Kim was taken to the side of the room and bound over a piece of equipment that looked something like a saw-horses. Her needles were removed. When they had finished with her, her ass and cunt were abundantly available.
Then my cage was lowered further until my openings were level with most people's crotches. As the priests left the chamber they told all that remained our bodies could be used for their own relief.
The priests would return in five hours to continue our interrogations.
My Master came to me then and removed the gag from my mouth.
"Chrissy, my love, you were unsurpassing."
His hands caressed the hair out of my face as I licked some moisture to my parched lips.
"Did ... I please ... you Master?"
"You pleased me very much, slave. For six hours you have pleased me with your servitude. And now I wish for you to serve my body"
"Please, Master. Please let me serve your body."
I could see his magnificent shaft as it pointed toward the ceiling. It was everything a slave could ask for—long, vein lined, thick and throbbing. I truly worshiped it.
"How would you like to serve me, slave?"
"In any way you desire, Master. I am your to command. My body will accept you anyway you wish it to."
"No. You must choose the way, slave. What is it to be?"
In all the years of our marriage my Master had never shown any preferences in relieving himself with me. I so wanted to pick his favorite but he had none that I was aware of.
So I chose the one that made me feel the most slavish—my ass.
He smiled at my choice as if I had chosen the one he desired. How like my Master to make me feel that way.
A moment later he had walked to the other end of my cage. I felt him grab a bar on either side of my hips and pull me towards him. I felt the velvet knob of his manroot kiss my eager astrict and I opened myself for my Master's love. Pulling my cage back more he sank in me.
My entire body trembled in need as he filled me to overflowing. And shamelessly I came. Over and over again as his masterpiece drilled me. I used all within my power to please his cock as it drove in and out of me until finally I felt the kiss of his masterful cream soothe my slavish needs.
My escalated screams of pleasure were cut short as my mouth became filled with another cock.
I had not noticed the presence of the man before but when I did I worshiped his cock too.
And that had no more than happened than I was aware of several more coming to me.
Two women drank from my bound tits and as my Master withdrew from my ass he was replaced by another cock up my seething cunt.
Hands were touching me all over. My mouth and cunt were filled. My breasts were giving drinks. I was totally consumed with pleasures.
Across the room Kim wasn't lacking attention either.
A huge brute of a man was straining over her hips, I didn't know if he was in her ass or cunt and somehow I knew that for Kim it made no difference.
A man and a woman were lying on the floor in front of her nursing her breasts with eager mouths as hers was paying homage to a well spread cunt in her mouth.
And so it went for the five hours that the priests rested. All who wanted Kim and me had us. Every opening we had was used over and over again and again to everyone's very satisfying conclusion. No overt damage was done to us, just mild torments that heightened everyone's pleasures.
Then the priests returned.