Brainwashed
It was twenty minutes of pure agony. Twenty minutes? To Shiva it seemed twenty hours. Each lash was followed by a scream of pain, each scream followed by Shiva’s writhing and sobbing as she waited in terror for the next bite of the whip, not knowing whether to pray for time to recover or for Tarib to lash her NOW and end the interminable wait.
Safe passage
“This is not the King’s land,” Leandro turned to Caleb, “so my men are not in control of what happens here. I ask only that you leave that one” he pointed toward Saveda’s stretched body “right where she is. The other one” he nodded toward Carmen “you can do with what you want. But if you take off the leather strap around her chest, I am quite certain she will bleed to death. We will be back tomorrow with the rest of the King’s army to attack the Duke. You should be prepared to join us then if you wish to share in the booty.”
“Oh, my friend,” Caleb smiled as Leandro turned to lead his men back to the King’s castle, “I think we are going to share in the booty right now.”
Safe passage
It took Leandro and his men three hours to reach the border between the rivals’ territories, marked by a shallow stream. Carmen and Saveda both had begun to stir an hour into the trip, but, tied, gagged and hooded, the soldiers ignored them except for an occasional glance at their naked bodies. Carmen’s breasts, they all knew, were damaged beyond repair, but Saveda’s branded breasts, though unsightly, would not have stopped any of them from enjoying her pleasures if Leandro allowed it. For that matter, with the leather strap still covering her deformed breasts, they all would also have enjoyed Carmen’s remaining charms if given the opportunity.
The men startled for a second, and prepared for battle, when they saw a small band of ruffians in the distance ride toward them. After a few seconds, though, Leandro recognized them as men loyal to the King who could not yet know of his demise.
“Caleb, you are awfully close to the border,” Leandro chided the ruffians’ leader with a smile.
“We have no choice, friend, but to carry our raids across the border, since no one from the Duke’s castle ever enters the King’s territory anymore.” He noticed the two carts and rode closer to examine their contents. “Except two women passed by this morning. But we could see that several King’s guards were protecting them from a distance. In fact, an advance scout told us they were traveling to see the King and we were not to approach them for any reason. Are these the two?”
Brainwashed
“Tschkr, Tabil!”
The henchman walked silently past the helpless girl to the cart and reached for the terminals.
The wait was over. Shiva closed her eyes and clenched her teeth until they gnashed, preparing herself for the first taste of her tort2ure.
“Look at me!” The order sounded in clear, almost accent-free English, but Shiva did not think to show him the fear in her eyes, instead purposefully turned her head away from him.
BRZZZLLL…
For just a split second, she had felt the coldness of the metal on her skin at her sides right and left of the navel, then the burning pain of the discharge erased all other sensations.
“Look at me!” Her guts were still twitching under the aftermath of the shock when she felt the threat of the cold metal at the base of her spine.
“Fuck you!” she spat at him before the electric current convulsed her body against the leather thongs that bound her.
Safe passage
“NNNNNoooooooo!!!” Saveda’s shoulders shook as she screamed at Fernando. She meant only to express disbelief at her situation, but Fernando took it as her response to his question.
“A foolish choice, Duchess.” Fernando moved to the side. Humberto stepped forward and jammed the iron up into the underside of Saveda’s right breast. “GGGGaaaaaaa,” Saveda threw her head back and screamed as she felt the burning heat from the iron against her soft flesh. Again, Leandro held the iron in place for a full five seconds before moving backward.
Saveda’s screams continued even after Leandro had withdrawn the iron, joined quickly by a sudden stream of urine that poured out from between her legs and sprayed across the floor as she lost control of her bladder.
“You didn’t think that we would treat you less harshly than your servant, did you? In fact, you bear far more guilt for your spy plans than she does, so your pain should be greater than hers.”
Saveda straightened her head in time to see Humberto jam the hot iron directly into her left breast just below her nipple. This time the pain was too great, and her head slumped to her burned chest just as Humberto withdrew the iron.
Brainwashed
At the sound of her groan he looked up and ran his eyes up and down the helpless nudity of her suspended body. He grinned at her in anticipation of the joy he would take in using that body for his sadistic pleasure, then returned to his work, whistling softly. He pulled a leather strap through two loops at the ends of a cable that hung from the bar above her, then loosened the fetter that bound her right ankle. She was ready now. He grabbed her roughly by the waist and pulled her to the right until her hip touched the torture seat. Despite the sweltering heat in the torture chamber, she shivered at his touch as her gaze dropped to the dark metallic, teeth that awaited her. Instinctively she crossed her legs, but weakened by her ordeal she could not resist as he pulled her right leg over to the other side of the seat and fastened her ankle there with a leather strap.
Now the saw teeth were between her thighs, a few centimeters below her open pussy and Shiva could feel their threat as an icy coldness pouring from the metal tips.
“What …. what do you want from me?” She blurted out feverishly in a desperate attempt to gain some time.
Brainwashed
As soon as Tarib left the tortu2re chamber, Shiva’s resistance began to crumble. She stared at the timer as it ticked with madding inevitability toward the next agonizing shock. She couldn�t take her eyes off the steady march of the black hand. As it neared the fifteen minute mark she stiffened her resolve and prepared her body so as not to let the clock beat her.
But when the electricity hit there was no fighting it. She simply gave in to the pain and screamed. She couldn’t control her body which jerked and shook violently on the horse, each tremor savaging her pussy with the iron teeth.
The periods between the shocks were almost worse than the tortu2re itself. She couldn’t tear her eyes from the clock and the terrible black hand that jumped from minute to minute. She started seeing faces human faces in the clock face: taunting her, laughing at her, counting the minutes along with the hand. Tarib’s, Sayiid’s, even her own.
As the fifteen minutes became three, then two, then one, she started to fight her bonds. It hurt. Just her weight on the iron spikes was agony; when she started to struggle the pain became excruciating. She tried to remain still but the black hand told her she had to escape.
She started screaming even before the current raged through her body, scorching her pussy with a stream of electrons from her nipple and toe. When the electricity stopped her thighs continued to spasm and her vagina convulse. The pain was unrelenting and there was nothing she could do to stop it. All she could do was slump helplessly in the pitiless bondage and wait for the next surge of agonizing current.
Safe passage
Carmen’s screams filled the courtyard as Dominick tightened the leather strap another inch. She could feel the metal push into each breast in three places one straight into it and two at angles. She again closed her eyes, this time not with any hope that she would open them to find it had been a horrible nightmare she quite knew that it was real — but to stop herself from looking at the blood now oozing more rapidly from her breasts and dripping on the ground.
“With the next inch,” Dominick again leaned over from behind her, “the spikes will nearly meet in the middle. That is not going to be a pretty site. So I think you should tell the Captain why you really came to the castle?”
Carmen’s instincts were to try to pull her breasts free of the leather strap, but she knew that would destroy them even more, so she forced herself to remain as still as she could. This was not as still as she wanted as the pain forced her to squirm no matter how much she fought against it. So all she could do was continue to scream until her throat grew hoarse and her lungs exhausted.
Dominick noticed that the back door of the building where he knew the dungeon was had opened, and he walked over to it. Fernando could see his outline in the doorway, but Saveda was facing away from the door and could not.
“Has yours talked yet?” Fernando shouted toward the figure whom he knew was Dominick.
Brainwashed
She was panting more than breathing, talking was not on the program. If she heard the whip cutting through the air it never registered on her brain. What did was a sharp crack along with the sensation that a hot wire had been laid across her back. She didn’t scream, her mouth opened in shock. It was as though the lash had paralyzed her lungs. But her body seemed to have a mind of its own. Her back arched and she bucked and heaved out of control. She rose on the toes of her left foot and her right leg kicked up at her buttock. The second lash crossed over the first and the tip dug into her armpit. This time she screamed. The whip bit into her flesh again and again. And each time she screamed. They were screams not only of pain but also of horror. She was being whipped. WHIPPED! She had been tortu2red with electricity on the most sensitive parts of her naked body. They had hung her by her ankles and lowered her into a tank of water until her lungs almost burst. They had brutalized her vagina in the most savage ways possible. The pain had been unbearable, had come within an inch of breaking her, but she had held on. She was a spy, knew tortu2re was a risk that came with the job.
Safe passage
The two men holding the spike-studded leather strip approached the shaking Carmen, wrapping it around her body loosely, so that its spikes did not yet press into her chest. They cinched it behind her with straps on the top and bottom of both ends, so that the straps could easily be tightened to any degree desired.
“Your time to tell us the truth about your mission,” Leandro warned Carmen, “and still have the beautiful breasts you and I am sure many others — have come to love is drawing short.”
Carmen shook her head violently back and forth, over and over, and closed her eyes, trying to wake herself from this nightmare. But when she again opened her eyes, nothing had changed. The nightmare was real. Leandro still stood in front of her, and Dominick and one of Leandro’s men behind, prepared to tighten the leather to whatever degree Leandro ordered.
Leandro waited a minute to allow Carmen’s terror to build. “Yes or no?”
“I’ve told you the truth!!” Carmen screamed at him.
Brainwashed
Shiva did not come to immediately, but rather floated in and out of consciousness. Her first realization was not that she was hanging upside down but rather that she was in pain. The worst of it was coming from her vagina, which felt as though she had been raped with an electrified spiked dildo. Then before she passed out again she remembered the agony of the iron teeth on the horse.
Her next waking realization was that she had been moved, she was no longer on the horse. She was hanging head down by her bound ankles. Her wrists were strapped together at the small of her back. She was still naked. She was blindfolded. That was the bad news; they were not done tortu2ring her. The only good news was that they had crossed her ankles before tying them together, meaning they were probably not going to tortu2re her pussy. At least for a while.
She heard the iron door open and the shambling steps of Sayiid, felt his cane prod her, then pivot her defenseless body 180. He moved the tip to her head, and paused. Shiva didn’t move, saw no advantage to letting them know she was conscious.
Safe passage
“And you couldn’t have just told me that right away? I could already be on my way back to my brother, since obviously this is nothing more than a charade.” Saveda berated the newly-promoted General Fernando.
“Well, I had to protect myself from you just as I would have protected the King,” Fernando responded coolly. “So are you interested in a discussion or not? If you are, what terms do you propose?” He took several steps toward her, his hands well within reach of her naked breasts.
“Both sides lay down their arms and stop their military buildup.” Saveda had rehearsed on the ride to the castle what she would propose. “Each side will select three persons to meet with three chosen by the other side to negotiate fair boundaries for the disputed territories. And then the two sides will sign a pact that each will assist the other should it be attacked by any outside force.” But Saveda knew that, while the King might have listened objectively to her proposal, and realized its merit, there was no chance that Fernando would. Hadn’t he made clear that the King was murdered because the military felt he was too liberal in his desire for peace with the Duke? And hadn’t he also told her that his terms would be stricter than the King’s?
Fernando’s reply to Saveda was as well rehearsed as hers had been. “Those terms might be reasonable to your side, or to any side that did not have such military superiority over the other, as we do over yours. Your brother must recognize that in any peace negotiations.”
Brainwashed
As soon as Tarib left the tortu2re chamber, Shiva’s resistance began to crumble. She stared at the timer as it ticked with madding inevitability toward the next agonizing shock. She couldn�t take her eyes off the steady march of the black hand. As it neared the fifteen minute mark she stiffened her resolve and prepared her body so as not to let the clock beat her.
But when the electricity hit there was no fighting it. She simply gave in to the pain and screamed. She couldn’t control her body which jerked and shook violently on the horse, each tremor savaging her pussy with the iron teeth.
The periods between the shocks were almost worse than the tortu2re itself. She couldn’t tear her eyes from the clock and the terrible black hand that jumped from minute to minute. She started seeing faces human faces in the clock face: taunting her, laughing at her, counting the minutes along with the hand. Tarib’s, Sayiid’s, even her own.
As the fifteen minutes became three, then two, then one, she started to fight her bonds. It hurt. Just her weight on the iron spikes was agony; when she started to struggle the pain became excruciating. She tried to remain still but the black hand told her she had to escape.
She started screaming even before the current raged through her body, scorching her pussy with a stream of electrons from her nipple and toe. When the electricity stopped her thighs continued to spasm and her vagina convulse. The pain was unrelenting and there was nothing she could do to stop it. All she could do was slump helplessly in the pitiless bondage and wait for the next surge of agonizing current.
Safe passage
As the men stepped aside to await Leandro’s further instructions, Carmen tried vainly to cover her body with her hands while lying on the ground in a fetal position.
“You know, men, I think you have earned some relaxation.” An evil smile filled Leandro’s face. Knowing exactly what he meant, two of his soldiers grabbed Carmen’s hands and dragged her to a vertical hitching post about three feet off the ground. They bent her body face down, her stomach pressed into the post as the other soldiers pounded four stakes into the ground, two on each side of the post, and tied one end of their ropes to the stakes and the other ends to her wrists and ankles, stretching her enough to allow her no movement.
Brainwashed
“My name is Hassan Sayiid,” her interrogator repeated once again.
“Shiva … Shiva Shamir …” It was little more than a rough croak but it was the best she could manage. She could not understand her own voice but apparently it was enough for the filthy bastard, because his lips now parted in a wider smile.
“Very nice, Shiva … to hold a cultured conversation between two civilized people you should have already introduced yourself!”
“Suspended naked and tortu2red with electric shocks is NOT a cultured conversation for civilized people!”
BRRRZZZLLL … The possibility that these arrogant words would provoke more tortu2re only occurred to Shiva when the electricity tore into the nerve endings of her vagina and sent her stretched body into a paroxysm of pain. She screamed.
“And this young man, with whom you will spend a lot of time today, is called Tarib. Just how much time is entirely up to you.”
He gestured to the tortu2rer, who was standing in front of her, the two cleats held terrifyingly close to her nipple. The most frightening thing for Shiva was that he did not look at her beautiful breasts with the desire to lick and suck her nipples, but instead with the same interest and intensity of a heroin addict eying an overdue fix. It angered her to the point she collected all the remaining saliva in her mouth and spitting it right between the stupidly narrowed eyes.
Safe passage
After what seemed to her an eternity being led across the entire length of the courtyard in front of the jeering crowd, with the weight of the wooden pole across her neck, Saveda finally heard a heavy door open and felt her foot touch a stone floor. She was marched down a long corridor and through another heavy door. After she was pulled several yards into the room, her wrists were released from the pole, only to be secured to cuffs hanging from the ceiling. The chains around her ankles were replaced by cuffs shoulder-width apart secured to hooks in the floor.
Safe passage
Fernando and Humberto approached Saveda. Humberto moved his hand down between her legs and thrust his ring and middle fingers deeply into her vagina. She was grateful that her fear had moistened her enough that the violation was not painful, only humiliating. Humberto moved his fingers from side to side, staring at her face to see her reaction. Saveda tried to remain stoic.
“Anything?” Fernando asked.
“Oh, I’m sure that she has used this before as a weapon. But there is nothing else.”
Humberto removed his fingers and quickly grabbed Saveda’s neck to force her to bend her body at the waist until its upper half was parallel to the floor. Fernando’s fingers pushed hard into her anus, and she bit her lip to stop herself from screaming in pain.
When Fernando finally withdrew his fingers, Humberto straightened her body. “Open your mouth,” Fernando ordered, “and don’t even think about biting my fingers.” Slowly Saveda obeyed, and Fernando stuck the same fingers that had just probed her anus into her mouth, moving them from side to side in her cheeks, around the back of her teeth and under her tongue before withdrawing them. Saveda did all she could do to keep from gagging.
Marie Stuart
Some weeks ago Marie Stuart, Queen of the Scots, had been captured by the rebelish Lords and was brought as prisoner to Lochlevel Castle.
In this night Lord Lindsay visited her in the dungeon to fotce her to sogn the letter of resignation…
Brainwashed
Drip … drip… drip … the permanently annoying dripping of a leaky faucet was her first perception. Followed closely by the pain! Neck and arms, shoulders and hinges protested so loudly against their intended treatment that she could barely avoid screaming. Shiva clenched her teeth, forcing herself to calm breaths to clear the mist from her head. Apparently she had been drugged, for how long she could only guess …
After all, their effect had diminished; she did not know if this was intented by her captors or not, but she certainly did not want to ruin a possible element of surprise – perhaps her only chance at all.
The bastards had hung her by the arms, and she had been hanging like that for a while now, following the pain of her elongated and overstretched arms. Her hands were completely numb, dead and she laboriously suppressed the temptation to move her fingers as a test.
The air smelled … bad! Blood, sweat with a hint of vomit and feces, barely covered with cheap, harsh detergent. And smoke, cigarette smoke! Not only stale but now a light breeze also brought fresh one to her. So she was not alone. Someone was here and certainly watched her.
With this realization, she suddenly noticed her nakedness. She could not feel any tiny bits of clothing on her skin! So she hung outstretched and completely naked in some goddamn dungeon and was extensively looked at by at least one, certainly drooling asshole.
She wondered if she already … well, she could not feel anything unusual between her legs and a quick blink also showed no visible traces.
“No matter, nothing felt, nothing happened, there are more important things now!” Again she opened her eyes a small slit. Her feet dangled an arm’s length above dirty, spattered cement floors. A very sturdy-looking leather strap lay around her ankles, banding her with an iron grip that seemed to be bolted to the floor. The knots looked lousy, but were enough, as long as they did not touch their fingers … and those fingers hung like dead meat lumps two meters up. So there was nothing to do for now!
She forced herself to rest and listened. Breaths, creaking of a chair … it came from behind and a little way above her. Besides, she did not hear a single word, so after a while she was pretty sure that he was alone. After a while she could hear him stubbing out a cigarette. And it was not long before he lit a new one.
Brainwashed
Tarib paused after he had lowered Shiva to the bottom of the winch’s range, waiting for the proper instant with his hand on the switch. He was judging the moment that Shiva would think it was time for him to raise her out of the water. When she started to writhe in her bonds he knew the moment had come.
At first Shiva didn’t know what hit her. Her whole body felt as though instead of hanging in cold water she was suspended in scorching lava. Despite her face being totally immersed she couldn’t stop the irresistible urge to scream, and her mouth opened wide. Nothing came out. Her lungs were paralyzed by the amperage flowing through her body. But water rushed into her gaping mouth.
The fact that she couldn’t breathe and the muscles in her throat had constricted saved her from a worse drowning. Still water ran down into her lungs and she tried desperately to cough despite still being under water. It was agony, worse than the electricity in her pussy, worse than the horse.
Enemies of Rome
Sextus was lost in his memories of earlier days. The wait for Gunther and his mercenaries was becoming endless and he was beginning to grow anxious.
Sextus did not know it, but the barbarian Gunther was fighting an invisible enemy. Venera was always ready for sex, but now she was possessed by Isthar’s spirit and she had become a she-wolf, hungrier than ever for sex. The barbarian had never seen anything like it before and he had been unable to resist her repeated requests to be fucked. He fucked her again and again, until he was exhausted and couldn’t fuck her anymore…
He collapsed on the ground, exhausted and lost all notion of time. When he recovered his senses, he left the cave and found that his horse had run off or been stolen, which made things very difficult.
Wondering what to do, he walked back into the cave and found Venera kneeling with her legs apart and her breasts pushed forward. She was masturbating and making lots of little high-pitched sex noises…
“GASP! OH! Fuck me again, barbarian! Fuck me, please!” she begged.
The smell of sweat and woman was too much for Gunther. His head started spinning and he lost control. He rushed over and caressed her breasts, kissing and licking her nipples. The he pulled her to her feet and took her from behind in the ass.
His mind was empty as he fucked her. He was totally concentrated, the way he was when he galloped on a wild horse until he broke its spirit. But he knew that this wild one was not so easy to tame. He filled her anus with the last of his sperm, and fell to the ground again, exhausted. But it was not over for Venera. She stood over him, holding her cunt lips wide apart. The horse was taming the rider…
“Fuck my cunt, barbarian! It needs you! Please!”
But it was useless. Gunther had nothing left in him.
“NO!” he shouted. “NO, you dirty slut! Riding you and your oily cunt has made me lose a real horse!” He trapped her clitoris between her cunt lips and squeezed hard on it.
Valentina’s story
“So… you want to be a model? Then why don’t you show me? Shake that ass… make me WANT you! Unless you want to be kissed again by the riding crop…” John Zingarelli said, lightly tapping Susan’s pert posterior with the end of the riding whip. Susan let out another muffled whimper from behind the massive ballgag wedged inside her pretty little mouth, but she did as she was told… pumping her body back and forth like she was being fucked by an invisible lover and making her tight, toned ass jiggle invitingly in the dim light. Susan’s pretty little face burned with shame as she did such a lewd and wanton act. This wasn’t what she had in mind when she wanted to be a model. She imagined she’d by lounging poolside, eyed hungrily by poor little poolboys while a photographer snapped her in a tight bikini while she sipped a martini. The thought that, instead of being a pool bunny, she would be a dungeon slave, was too humiliating for her to even contemplate. Tears of absolute humiliation dribbled down her cheeks as Susan kept pumping herself back and forth, jiggling that tight ass to the tune of the invisible lover, fucking her relentlessly under threat of a painful whipping!
The preacher
Brother Henry had been in the Church of the Chosen for six months now and he was very happy. The religious side had never been a problem. The sect had written their own holy book which was easy to study and easy to read in church.
The rest of his job involved tying up, flogging and fucking.
Henry liked to go slowly and talk dirty, often with his cock in his hand. This girl was new and he wanted to know more about her.
“Have you ever shown your breasts to a man of religion before?” he asked.
“No, Master.”
She had learnt to say “Master” with the help of a bamboo cane on her naked buttocks.
“You weren’t wearing a bra when you arrived,” said Henry. “Why’s that?”
“I don’t always wear one.”
“Is it to show your nipples under your top?”
“I suppose so… Master.”
“When you wear one, what color is it?”
“Black.”
“You should always wear a bra. Tits like these make men sin!”
Henry wet his finger and rubbed it slowly over both her nipples. Then he blew on them and watched as they wrinkled and became erect and tubular…
He picked up a cat o’nine tails with a knot on the end of its nine leather straps.
“I’m going to punish you for your naked breasts! Ask me to punish you!”
The girl looked confused.
“I haven’t done anything wrong!” she said.
Goddesses, Queens and slaves
The music stopped suddenly and the slave stood still, her breasts and her buttocks lifted, offering themselves to the guests, who all applauded enthusiastically.
Ptolemy gestured to the guards and they took the dancer to the Emperor and pushed her to her knees in front of him.
“Tell me, slave, why have you offended the King of Egypt?” Ptolemy asked.
The girl looked him in the eye.
“I am not a slave, son of Ra. I am a free woman.”
One of the guards slapped her face.
“Free? I don’t think so!” said Ptolemy. “You have a foreign accent! Where are you from, slave?”
“From Judea, my lord.”
“Ah,” said Ptolemy. “If I am your lord, then you are not free!” He played a few notes on his pipes.
“You speak too boldly to your lord! But you are a good dancer. I would like you to dance again, for the entertainment of our illustrious Roman guests.”
“It will be my pleasure, my lord.”
“This time we will accompany the music with percussion and singing.”
A muscular slave with brown skin appeared, carrying a whip. The guards tied the girl’s wrists to a ring set in the ceiling.
Ptolemy the flute player blew on his pipes and the guard started flogging with his whip.
The preacher
Brother Henry stroked Jennifer’s cheeks and wiped away her tears.
He believed in keeping a woman partly clothed. The scarf around Jennifer’s waist was not there to conceal her pubic hair. It was there because Brother Henry thought it looked good.
“You have a lot to learn, Jennifer,” he said.
She sobbed, but the gag prevented her from speaking.
“MMM!!! MMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!”
“We are going to teach you about pain and pleasure,” Henry went on. “Look carefully at this riding crop. It will be one of your Masters now and you must learn to love it.”
He ran the hard leather crop over her breasts, making large circles on each breast and then making smaller circles until the crop almost touched her nipples, which wrinkled up and became tubular.
“You have sensitive nipples,” he said. He pulled back his arm and brought the hard leather down onto her naked breasts…
SWIIISH! SWIIIIIIIIIIISH!
SLAP! SLAAAAP!
“MMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!”
