Darkmind
Magistrate
Several days had passed with Beatrix and Jacob enjoying the hospitality of the Mayor. They had written the Earl to update him on their progress and he was very pleased with them. Lady Harrington along with the blonde girl was at the Earl’s keep awaiting their fate. The Earl told them that Lady Harrington had recovered surprisingly well from her previous torture. He also made a point of admiring her composure even though she had been informed she was to face additional torture.
Beatrix had seen Jacob was struggling with the bandit girl’s execution but was happy he appeared to be putting it behind him. The truth was Jacob did feel bad to start with but with Beatrix’s reassurance and some hard liquor he had put the execution behind him. So much so that he was happy to talk about methods of torturing the other suspects.
Jacob had just finished a midday game of cards with some of the guards and left with a tidy profit. Upon entering the Mayor’s house he went to find Beatrix to see when they would be leaving. He was told she was in a room on the first floor so he walked up the stairs then alone to the room. He noticed that this wing of the house did not seem to be in use and felt eerie. When he reached the room he knocked on the door firmly and waited.
Inside he head what he thought was a woman’s voice but it was very faint. Upon receiving no answer he slowly opened the door making a long creaking sound. When the door was open widely enough he put his head inside the room. The room was pretty bare and the ceiling had visible wooden beams running across it. But in the middle of the room was a table about 6 feet long with a young woman tied to it. She was completely naked and turned her head to him as he entered the room. The table did not have the normal four legs but instead the table top rested on a single point in the middle. Halfway along the table there was a thick wooden leg at each side with a large iron handle. It looked as if it was designed so that the table could be tilted one way or the other.
Walking up to the girl he saw that the table had many holes drilling into it which had leather straps coming up though them. The holes were in pairs so the leather could come up from the bottom, go over a victims limb then go back down the other side. He girl was held down by two straps over each limb which forced the girl to remain very still. The only parts of her she could move were her fingers, toes and head.
She was tied with her arms by her sided only a few inches from her body and her legs were open at a 45 degree angle. Jacob ran her eyes up and down the girl who was very frightened and dare not speak. Instead she just stared upwards with her cheeks quivering as if she was about to cry. She was about twenty years old with light brown hair and a curvy figure. He breasts were a healthy size and sat well on her chest thought Jacob. Looking at her breasts he liked the way they wobbled as the girl shook with fear.
It was clear she was to be tortured but by whom and in what way?
“Why are you here?” Enquired Jacob.
“I did not lock the gate to the field where the cows are kept and several got out. Lady Hampton has ordered that I be punished” The girl’s voice broke as she talked to Jacob. She was clearly very scared about what was about to happen but given Lady Hamptons love of cruelty she was right to be scared.
Jacob had now become accustomed to seeing a woman naked so he now enjoyed admiring her body. Glancing at her he believed her to be very beautiful. She was clearly well exercised and well fed given her healthy body. Rolling his eye down he found himself drawn to her hips and thighs, very much enjoying her curves. Jacob noticed very light dimples in the skin of her thighs that broke the near perfect, smooth surface. He did not see these imperfections as bad but he saw beauty in them. If it were not for them then her skin would have been impossibly smooth.
He ran his hand softly over her breasts causing her to gasp then he ran his hand down to the fur between her legs. The skin was soft to the touch, like a silk sheet. Her stomach was flat with lines where her muscles moved as she drew breath.
His fingers soon found their way to her delicate folds of skin and between them to her sensitive area. She did not react to the intrusion instead continued to stare upward. Her skin was cool but her lips were a little warmer.
This reminded him of Charlotte and how even when restrained she enjoyed this kind of stimulation. But the girl appeared too scared to enjoy that so he retracted his fingers. Jacob then noticed there was a fire burning in the fireplace with what looked like a metal pot of soup being heated. His attention was drawn back to the door he used to enter the room as he heard the sound of women talking.
He turned back to the door to see Beatrix and Lady Hampton enter. Both seemed happy to see him and were wearing simple gowns instead of their usual attire.
“It’s nice to see you Jacob and I take it you have met our guest?” said Lady Hampton.
“I just got here but she told me she did not lock a gate”
Lady Hampton nodded “That is correct Jacob and so we must punish young Jane. Beatrix and I were planning on using a selection of tortures on her. What do you think?”
Beatrix looked to Jacob. She had been worried about him after the bandit girl but as she did not want to lose him as a torturer she was trying to help him through it. She did not speak to Jacob but he knew the stare was an instruction to tell Lady Hampton what she wanted to hear.
He did just that “Well Lady Hampton such crimes are very serious and an example needs to be made. The girl must be tortured very painfully. I would like her to stretch but I am sure you two can devise a suitable punishment”
Beatrix was pleased “I have a few things in mind Jacob. But if you don’t mind the Mayor would like to see you. We can take care of this”
“Very well I won’t keep him waiting”
Jacob left the room then like two hungry wolves the two women eagerly approached the table. The young girl panicked pulling on her restraints fearing what would happen next. Standing next to each other they both ran their hands over the girl’s soft skin feeling its texture. Beatrix found one of her nipples then gripped it hard. Pulling it upward the girl cried out.
“AAAARRRRGGGGHHH!”
Beatrix then twisted the strained nipple first left then right. The girl’s eyes were spread wide as she stared at her punished nipple being twisted. Beatrix said “You see Lady Hampton. The best effect is when you stretch the nipple until it is just below the point where it will start to tear. Holding it just before that level will deliver maximum pain without ripping it off. Then you hold the nipple hard like this subjecting the victim to a constant stream of pain”
Lady Hampton nodded in agreement as Beatrix continued to hurt the nipple and the young woman continued to cry out. Unable to move the girl was fully at their mercy and now knew she was to be tortured. She could do nothing but experience the pain.
After several minutes Beatrix released the nipple which was clearly swollen. The girl then caught her breath as Beatrix pointed to the other nipple. “Why don’t you try”
“I think I shall” replied Lady Hampton
She then walked around the table to stand next to her nipple. Lady Hampton stroked it first for a moment as the helpless girl watched. She placed her thumb and forefinger on the nipple then gradually tightened her grip. She clearly was savouring the moment and the feeling of hurting the girl. She wanted to enjoy this.
Lady Hampton then pulled on the nipple stretching it out. She pulled it until the breast was strained like the other one was when Beatrix was stretching it. Once pulled tight she then twisted it the same way as well. Lady Hampton first watched the nipple she was playing with then turned her gaze to the girls face to enjoy her pained expressions.
The girl tried to move but could not and just cried out with each breath. She could feel the sharp pain of flesh tearing inside her nipple as it twisted. She suffered until the nipple was finally released a few minutes later. Once the pain dulled a little the girl’s pain was replaced by fear. It was clear they were going to torture her and enjoy it. It was also clear they were just warming up. She had heard the screams of the bandit girl as she was put to torture and they lasted hours. Am I to feel the same? She thought.
Beatrix said “You did well Lady Hampton. I feel it is important to be able to cause pain with just our hands”
“Agreed”
Beatrix moved her hand down to the fur between the girl’s legs grabbing a clump of hairs between her thumb and forefinger. She then pulled them up slowly as the girl closed her eyes feeling the pain build. “Now Lady Hampton we pull the hairs until they are just about to be ripped out then hold for a while before one by one they are torn from the girl”
“Ooooooooooch”
Beatrix ripped a dozen or so hair from the girl. Keen to try it Lady Hampton then gripped a similar number of hairs and pulled. Soon both women took turns ripping out the girl’s fur. At first they plucked from the top then moved down. The girls cried told them that more pain was felt as hairs from her lips were removed.
“You won’t have any fur left down there soon Jane will you?” said Lady Hampton.
The young girl drew a breath the focused to reply “No ma Lady”
Despite her pulling on the restraints she could barely bend her knees at all. Beatrix noticed Jane was trying to minimise her cries in a way that was almost respectful. Though controlled breaths she tried to bare the pain as her womanhood was violated.
More and more they ripped out her hairs while she struggled. Both at once they grabbed hairs on her lips then pulled them in opposite directions opening her up. Jane groaned though her clenched jaw then let out a cry as the hairs were plucked.
It took around 20 minutes for them to have Jane virtually bald between her legs.
“Feel how smooth she is” said Beatrix.
“Mmmmm yes she is almost silky smooth now. I should do this to more girls”
Beatrix looked to Jane who showed little reaction to being stroked “Does it feel different now girl?”
She made eye contact with Beatrix then said “Yes ma Lady I can feel the difference” her voice sounded like a solider accepting orders.
As Lady Hampton removed her hand from her lips Beatrix placed her hand over them. She pulled her hand back then slapped the girls lips as hard as she could”
“Arrrrr!” Jane let out as Beatrix raised her hand again.
SLAP! Lady Hampton enjoyed watching her lips wobble from the force of the hand.
Beatrix continued to slap the girl repeatedly and enjoying the results. With each slap Jane’s legs shook as if she was trying to close them or run away. It did not take long for her lips to redden. With a growing soreness between her legs the stinging pain grew with each slap. Beatrix was striking the girl with all her strength.
Beatrix the gestured to the girl’s private parts. “Lady Hampton perhaps you would like to take over. We both know the sensitivity of this area so we know the effectiveness of the slaps. I like to use just my bare hands to cause pain. I feel it puts me closer to my victim”
As Lady Hampton placed her hand over Jane’s lips she could feel it was warmer than before. Beatrix then looked over to Jane’s face as Jane braced for pain.
“Young Jane you should know we haven’t actually started your punishment yet. We are just doing this for our entertainment. Do you mind if Lady Hampton here resumes slapping you”
Without thinking the girls responded “No ma Lady. She can slap me as she wishes”
“Good now should she slap you hard?”
“Ma Lady you two are free to do what you like to me”
“Still good but should she use hard slaps or softer ones?”
“She should use hard slaps ma Lady, as hard as she can”
“Good answer young girl”
Beatrix looked now to Lady Hampton “You have this one trained well”
“Thank you”
Lady Hampton raised her hand then put as much force as she could into her hand.
SLAP!
“ARRRRRRGGHH!”
The girl’s mouth opened and she cried out as another slap was lined up. Over and over Lady Hampton struck the girl. Soon she noticed Jane’s lower lips swelling which made her only want to hurt the girl more. Over two dozen slaps landed between the girls legs leaving her visibly red and swollen in that place.
After the last slap the girl took deep breaths to try to manage to pain. She looked straight up in a way that remained Beatrix again of a solider this time one standing to attention. Beatrix looked at the pot heating up by the fire and seeing the contents were boiling she asked the girl.
“Young Jane, are you ready for another torture method?”
“Yes ma Lady”
Beatrix was pleased with her obedience. “She is well trained”
Beatrix then picked up an empty pot from the other side of the room. Lady Hampton had a puzzled look as she saw it and its function was not clearly visible. It was like a normal iron pot with two handles but instead of a flat bottom it funnelled down to a point. This prevented it from being able to stand up on the ground.
Beatrix moved a chair over next to the table then stood on it. She held the pot by the string on each handle and tied the string to a beam of wood over the table. Once tied the pot then hung over the girl’s stomach moving slightly side to side.
Beatrix then put on some thick, heavy gloves before collecting to boiling pot from the fire place. Stand back on the chair she poured the liquid into the pot hanging over the girl. Steam rose off it showing how hot it was causing Jane to quiver with fear. Beatrix stepped down and said “You see the bottom of the pot hanging over the girl? There is a little hole in it so the very hot oil I have been heating will soon start dripping onto Jane here. The drips will cool a little in the air but will still be hotter than boiling water when they land on her. They will burn the girl causing some good pain”
Beatrix then removed the gloves and waited. Jane’s eyes were fixated on the pot above her as Beatrix tapped it gently so it swung side to side. Then a black drop fell from the point of the pot landing on Jane just below her right breast.
“AAARRRRGGHHHHHH!”
Jane closed her eyes as she cried out from the burning pain. Lady Hampton was impressed by the elaborate torture. She watched a little amount of steam rose from the black oil as it burned into her skin.
Another drop fell onto Jane renewing her pain. As her scream faded another drop landed and in the moment before she cried out a hissing sound be heard. Then Jane emptied her lungs.
At a steady rate more and more drops landed on her skin burning into her. Jane pulled frantically on her restraints but her body remained still and more drops landed on her. Beatrix and Lady Hampton just watched as the drama played out before them. Jane’s suffering was a pleasure to watch.
Before long Jane was covered in black dots with red marks around them. They started at the top of her breasts and went down to her thighs. Her cries did not stop the whole time she was under torture.
After a time Beatrix picked up a cup then held it under the pot so it caught the drops. She watched Jane waiting for her to calm down. “Young Jane this torture seems to be getting to you a little more doesn’t it?”
Jane nodded her head “Yes ma Lady it is much more painful”
Lady Hampton added “You are taking the pain well but you have much more to go girl”
Jane spoke between deep breaths “Thank you ma Lady. I know I have much more to go” This time there was a sadness in her voice as she spoke.
Beatrix ran her finger over one of the drops removing the now cool liquid revealing the burn under it. This caused a shudder of pain in Jane as she instinctively tried to move away.
Beatrix asked “Tell me girl which part did it hurt the most to feel the liquid?”
Jane thought for a moment but knew her tortures already knew the best areas to burn her. She just had to say what they wanted to hear. “Ma Lady my nipples hurt a great deal more than the other areas…..But the most painful was when a drop landed on my private area and trickled down between my lower lips. You should focus the drips between my legs”
Beatrix ran her hand though Jane’s hair rubbing her head. “Good girl you were honest. You see Lady Hampton she does not want to feel burning on her womanhood but she knows we will do far worse to her if she is not honest and tells us that she should burn there next. Forced truth is just as good as the truth that is given willingly”
“Agreed”
Beatrix removed the cup allowing drips to fall on her victim before putting one of the heavy gloves back on so she could touch the pot hanging over head. She then moved it up Jane’s body so the drips landed on her left nipple. Lady Hampton smiled as Jane strained to look down her body as the drips fell on her breast. She grit her teeth clamping down as her nipple burned. Some drops even landed on the top of the nipple then ran down the side of her breast. This left long red marks on her.
After a few minutes the pot was moved so her right breast received the same treatment. Jane now let her head fall back but now let out a few cries of pain. Beatrix found herself now looking at Lady Hampton as she gazed back at her. Both women were smiling and enjoying the suffering of the girl very much. Lady Hampton said softly while still wearing a smile “Now let’s try between her legs”
Beatrix moved the pot as the drips fell drawing a line down her body. Beatrix moved the pot into position but found it hard to get it exactly right. She then said “Lady Hampton while don’t you wear the other glove and open up her lips?”
“Good idea”
Lady Hampton put on one of the gloves then pushed her fingers between Jane’s lower lips forcing them apart. Jane gave a scream as the hot liquid dripped on the folds of skin. The moisture of her lips ment more steam rose from the initial contact with the hot oil. Her struggles also became more frantic.
Over a dozen drops ran between her lower lips before they stopped. Beatrix took both gloves then removed the pot from over the girl. Jane took steady breaths but was still clearly in pain. Lady Hampton commented “heat between the legs of a woman is certainly effective”
“That it is Lady Hampton”
Beatrix looked down at Jane “Now Jane that was also for our pleasure. You have suffered much but now I will detail your true punishment”
Beatrix had seen Jacob was struggling with the bandit girl’s execution but was happy he appeared to be putting it behind him. The truth was Jacob did feel bad to start with but with Beatrix’s reassurance and some hard liquor he had put the execution behind him. So much so that he was happy to talk about methods of torturing the other suspects.
Jacob had just finished a midday game of cards with some of the guards and left with a tidy profit. Upon entering the Mayor’s house he went to find Beatrix to see when they would be leaving. He was told she was in a room on the first floor so he walked up the stairs then alone to the room. He noticed that this wing of the house did not seem to be in use and felt eerie. When he reached the room he knocked on the door firmly and waited.
Inside he head what he thought was a woman’s voice but it was very faint. Upon receiving no answer he slowly opened the door making a long creaking sound. When the door was open widely enough he put his head inside the room. The room was pretty bare and the ceiling had visible wooden beams running across it. But in the middle of the room was a table about 6 feet long with a young woman tied to it. She was completely naked and turned her head to him as he entered the room. The table did not have the normal four legs but instead the table top rested on a single point in the middle. Halfway along the table there was a thick wooden leg at each side with a large iron handle. It looked as if it was designed so that the table could be tilted one way or the other.
Walking up to the girl he saw that the table had many holes drilling into it which had leather straps coming up though them. The holes were in pairs so the leather could come up from the bottom, go over a victims limb then go back down the other side. He girl was held down by two straps over each limb which forced the girl to remain very still. The only parts of her she could move were her fingers, toes and head.
She was tied with her arms by her sided only a few inches from her body and her legs were open at a 45 degree angle. Jacob ran her eyes up and down the girl who was very frightened and dare not speak. Instead she just stared upwards with her cheeks quivering as if she was about to cry. She was about twenty years old with light brown hair and a curvy figure. He breasts were a healthy size and sat well on her chest thought Jacob. Looking at her breasts he liked the way they wobbled as the girl shook with fear.
It was clear she was to be tortured but by whom and in what way?
“Why are you here?” Enquired Jacob.
“I did not lock the gate to the field where the cows are kept and several got out. Lady Hampton has ordered that I be punished” The girl’s voice broke as she talked to Jacob. She was clearly very scared about what was about to happen but given Lady Hamptons love of cruelty she was right to be scared.
Jacob had now become accustomed to seeing a woman naked so he now enjoyed admiring her body. Glancing at her he believed her to be very beautiful. She was clearly well exercised and well fed given her healthy body. Rolling his eye down he found himself drawn to her hips and thighs, very much enjoying her curves. Jacob noticed very light dimples in the skin of her thighs that broke the near perfect, smooth surface. He did not see these imperfections as bad but he saw beauty in them. If it were not for them then her skin would have been impossibly smooth.
He ran his hand softly over her breasts causing her to gasp then he ran his hand down to the fur between her legs. The skin was soft to the touch, like a silk sheet. Her stomach was flat with lines where her muscles moved as she drew breath.
His fingers soon found their way to her delicate folds of skin and between them to her sensitive area. She did not react to the intrusion instead continued to stare upward. Her skin was cool but her lips were a little warmer.
This reminded him of Charlotte and how even when restrained she enjoyed this kind of stimulation. But the girl appeared too scared to enjoy that so he retracted his fingers. Jacob then noticed there was a fire burning in the fireplace with what looked like a metal pot of soup being heated. His attention was drawn back to the door he used to enter the room as he heard the sound of women talking.
He turned back to the door to see Beatrix and Lady Hampton enter. Both seemed happy to see him and were wearing simple gowns instead of their usual attire.
“It’s nice to see you Jacob and I take it you have met our guest?” said Lady Hampton.
“I just got here but she told me she did not lock a gate”
Lady Hampton nodded “That is correct Jacob and so we must punish young Jane. Beatrix and I were planning on using a selection of tortures on her. What do you think?”
Beatrix looked to Jacob. She had been worried about him after the bandit girl but as she did not want to lose him as a torturer she was trying to help him through it. She did not speak to Jacob but he knew the stare was an instruction to tell Lady Hampton what she wanted to hear.
He did just that “Well Lady Hampton such crimes are very serious and an example needs to be made. The girl must be tortured very painfully. I would like her to stretch but I am sure you two can devise a suitable punishment”
Beatrix was pleased “I have a few things in mind Jacob. But if you don’t mind the Mayor would like to see you. We can take care of this”
“Very well I won’t keep him waiting”
Jacob left the room then like two hungry wolves the two women eagerly approached the table. The young girl panicked pulling on her restraints fearing what would happen next. Standing next to each other they both ran their hands over the girl’s soft skin feeling its texture. Beatrix found one of her nipples then gripped it hard. Pulling it upward the girl cried out.
“AAAARRRRGGGGHHH!”
Beatrix then twisted the strained nipple first left then right. The girl’s eyes were spread wide as she stared at her punished nipple being twisted. Beatrix said “You see Lady Hampton. The best effect is when you stretch the nipple until it is just below the point where it will start to tear. Holding it just before that level will deliver maximum pain without ripping it off. Then you hold the nipple hard like this subjecting the victim to a constant stream of pain”
Lady Hampton nodded in agreement as Beatrix continued to hurt the nipple and the young woman continued to cry out. Unable to move the girl was fully at their mercy and now knew she was to be tortured. She could do nothing but experience the pain.
After several minutes Beatrix released the nipple which was clearly swollen. The girl then caught her breath as Beatrix pointed to the other nipple. “Why don’t you try”
“I think I shall” replied Lady Hampton
She then walked around the table to stand next to her nipple. Lady Hampton stroked it first for a moment as the helpless girl watched. She placed her thumb and forefinger on the nipple then gradually tightened her grip. She clearly was savouring the moment and the feeling of hurting the girl. She wanted to enjoy this.
Lady Hampton then pulled on the nipple stretching it out. She pulled it until the breast was strained like the other one was when Beatrix was stretching it. Once pulled tight she then twisted it the same way as well. Lady Hampton first watched the nipple she was playing with then turned her gaze to the girls face to enjoy her pained expressions.
The girl tried to move but could not and just cried out with each breath. She could feel the sharp pain of flesh tearing inside her nipple as it twisted. She suffered until the nipple was finally released a few minutes later. Once the pain dulled a little the girl’s pain was replaced by fear. It was clear they were going to torture her and enjoy it. It was also clear they were just warming up. She had heard the screams of the bandit girl as she was put to torture and they lasted hours. Am I to feel the same? She thought.
Beatrix said “You did well Lady Hampton. I feel it is important to be able to cause pain with just our hands”
“Agreed”
Beatrix moved her hand down to the fur between the girl’s legs grabbing a clump of hairs between her thumb and forefinger. She then pulled them up slowly as the girl closed her eyes feeling the pain build. “Now Lady Hampton we pull the hairs until they are just about to be ripped out then hold for a while before one by one they are torn from the girl”
“Ooooooooooch”
Beatrix ripped a dozen or so hair from the girl. Keen to try it Lady Hampton then gripped a similar number of hairs and pulled. Soon both women took turns ripping out the girl’s fur. At first they plucked from the top then moved down. The girls cried told them that more pain was felt as hairs from her lips were removed.
“You won’t have any fur left down there soon Jane will you?” said Lady Hampton.
The young girl drew a breath the focused to reply “No ma Lady”
Despite her pulling on the restraints she could barely bend her knees at all. Beatrix noticed Jane was trying to minimise her cries in a way that was almost respectful. Though controlled breaths she tried to bare the pain as her womanhood was violated.
More and more they ripped out her hairs while she struggled. Both at once they grabbed hairs on her lips then pulled them in opposite directions opening her up. Jane groaned though her clenched jaw then let out a cry as the hairs were plucked.
It took around 20 minutes for them to have Jane virtually bald between her legs.
“Feel how smooth she is” said Beatrix.
“Mmmmm yes she is almost silky smooth now. I should do this to more girls”
Beatrix looked to Jane who showed little reaction to being stroked “Does it feel different now girl?”
She made eye contact with Beatrix then said “Yes ma Lady I can feel the difference” her voice sounded like a solider accepting orders.
As Lady Hampton removed her hand from her lips Beatrix placed her hand over them. She pulled her hand back then slapped the girls lips as hard as she could”
“Arrrrr!” Jane let out as Beatrix raised her hand again.
SLAP! Lady Hampton enjoyed watching her lips wobble from the force of the hand.
Beatrix continued to slap the girl repeatedly and enjoying the results. With each slap Jane’s legs shook as if she was trying to close them or run away. It did not take long for her lips to redden. With a growing soreness between her legs the stinging pain grew with each slap. Beatrix was striking the girl with all her strength.
Beatrix the gestured to the girl’s private parts. “Lady Hampton perhaps you would like to take over. We both know the sensitivity of this area so we know the effectiveness of the slaps. I like to use just my bare hands to cause pain. I feel it puts me closer to my victim”
As Lady Hampton placed her hand over Jane’s lips she could feel it was warmer than before. Beatrix then looked over to Jane’s face as Jane braced for pain.
“Young Jane you should know we haven’t actually started your punishment yet. We are just doing this for our entertainment. Do you mind if Lady Hampton here resumes slapping you”
Without thinking the girls responded “No ma Lady. She can slap me as she wishes”
“Good now should she slap you hard?”
“Ma Lady you two are free to do what you like to me”
“Still good but should she use hard slaps or softer ones?”
“She should use hard slaps ma Lady, as hard as she can”
“Good answer young girl”
Beatrix looked now to Lady Hampton “You have this one trained well”
“Thank you”
Lady Hampton raised her hand then put as much force as she could into her hand.
SLAP!
“ARRRRRRGGHH!”
The girl’s mouth opened and she cried out as another slap was lined up. Over and over Lady Hampton struck the girl. Soon she noticed Jane’s lower lips swelling which made her only want to hurt the girl more. Over two dozen slaps landed between the girls legs leaving her visibly red and swollen in that place.
After the last slap the girl took deep breaths to try to manage to pain. She looked straight up in a way that remained Beatrix again of a solider this time one standing to attention. Beatrix looked at the pot heating up by the fire and seeing the contents were boiling she asked the girl.
“Young Jane, are you ready for another torture method?”
“Yes ma Lady”
Beatrix was pleased with her obedience. “She is well trained”
Beatrix then picked up an empty pot from the other side of the room. Lady Hampton had a puzzled look as she saw it and its function was not clearly visible. It was like a normal iron pot with two handles but instead of a flat bottom it funnelled down to a point. This prevented it from being able to stand up on the ground.
Beatrix moved a chair over next to the table then stood on it. She held the pot by the string on each handle and tied the string to a beam of wood over the table. Once tied the pot then hung over the girl’s stomach moving slightly side to side.
Beatrix then put on some thick, heavy gloves before collecting to boiling pot from the fire place. Stand back on the chair she poured the liquid into the pot hanging over the girl. Steam rose off it showing how hot it was causing Jane to quiver with fear. Beatrix stepped down and said “You see the bottom of the pot hanging over the girl? There is a little hole in it so the very hot oil I have been heating will soon start dripping onto Jane here. The drips will cool a little in the air but will still be hotter than boiling water when they land on her. They will burn the girl causing some good pain”
Beatrix then removed the gloves and waited. Jane’s eyes were fixated on the pot above her as Beatrix tapped it gently so it swung side to side. Then a black drop fell from the point of the pot landing on Jane just below her right breast.
“AAARRRRGGHHHHHH!”
Jane closed her eyes as she cried out from the burning pain. Lady Hampton was impressed by the elaborate torture. She watched a little amount of steam rose from the black oil as it burned into her skin.
Another drop fell onto Jane renewing her pain. As her scream faded another drop landed and in the moment before she cried out a hissing sound be heard. Then Jane emptied her lungs.
At a steady rate more and more drops landed on her skin burning into her. Jane pulled frantically on her restraints but her body remained still and more drops landed on her. Beatrix and Lady Hampton just watched as the drama played out before them. Jane’s suffering was a pleasure to watch.
Before long Jane was covered in black dots with red marks around them. They started at the top of her breasts and went down to her thighs. Her cries did not stop the whole time she was under torture.
After a time Beatrix picked up a cup then held it under the pot so it caught the drops. She watched Jane waiting for her to calm down. “Young Jane this torture seems to be getting to you a little more doesn’t it?”
Jane nodded her head “Yes ma Lady it is much more painful”
Lady Hampton added “You are taking the pain well but you have much more to go girl”
Jane spoke between deep breaths “Thank you ma Lady. I know I have much more to go” This time there was a sadness in her voice as she spoke.
Beatrix ran her finger over one of the drops removing the now cool liquid revealing the burn under it. This caused a shudder of pain in Jane as she instinctively tried to move away.
Beatrix asked “Tell me girl which part did it hurt the most to feel the liquid?”
Jane thought for a moment but knew her tortures already knew the best areas to burn her. She just had to say what they wanted to hear. “Ma Lady my nipples hurt a great deal more than the other areas…..But the most painful was when a drop landed on my private area and trickled down between my lower lips. You should focus the drips between my legs”
Beatrix ran her hand though Jane’s hair rubbing her head. “Good girl you were honest. You see Lady Hampton she does not want to feel burning on her womanhood but she knows we will do far worse to her if she is not honest and tells us that she should burn there next. Forced truth is just as good as the truth that is given willingly”
“Agreed”
Beatrix removed the cup allowing drips to fall on her victim before putting one of the heavy gloves back on so she could touch the pot hanging over head. She then moved it up Jane’s body so the drips landed on her left nipple. Lady Hampton smiled as Jane strained to look down her body as the drips fell on her breast. She grit her teeth clamping down as her nipple burned. Some drops even landed on the top of the nipple then ran down the side of her breast. This left long red marks on her.
After a few minutes the pot was moved so her right breast received the same treatment. Jane now let her head fall back but now let out a few cries of pain. Beatrix found herself now looking at Lady Hampton as she gazed back at her. Both women were smiling and enjoying the suffering of the girl very much. Lady Hampton said softly while still wearing a smile “Now let’s try between her legs”
Beatrix moved the pot as the drips fell drawing a line down her body. Beatrix moved the pot into position but found it hard to get it exactly right. She then said “Lady Hampton while don’t you wear the other glove and open up her lips?”
“Good idea”
Lady Hampton put on one of the gloves then pushed her fingers between Jane’s lower lips forcing them apart. Jane gave a scream as the hot liquid dripped on the folds of skin. The moisture of her lips ment more steam rose from the initial contact with the hot oil. Her struggles also became more frantic.
Over a dozen drops ran between her lower lips before they stopped. Beatrix took both gloves then removed the pot from over the girl. Jane took steady breaths but was still clearly in pain. Lady Hampton commented “heat between the legs of a woman is certainly effective”
“That it is Lady Hampton”
Beatrix looked down at Jane “Now Jane that was also for our pleasure. You have suffered much but now I will detail your true punishment”
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