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The witch torture of Grace
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hurdygurdy57
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I just now read your post. I agree with you 100%! It even seems impossible that a person who frequents this forum does not understand these things! But, as we know, there are really strange people out there!Very important, please take some time to read
My dear readers, I need to make a very important statement. A DM reached me and I will not say this user's name. It's content is very important and I cannot ignore this. Further, I will answer this message in public to make sure, that everybody can see my statement and avoid more misunderstandings.
The person who wrote me the DM was deeply disgusted and terrified by my story. The person further accused me of the glorification of crimes like the Inquisiton, murder, rape and violence against women. Now you understand, why I will answer public. Those are accusations, that I take serious and I want not this person but everybody to know, what my intentions are, why I am writing this story and what I think about REAL violence.
Dear person, who wrote me this DM. I think, you only joined this forum recently. Otherwise you would know, that there are lots of posts, over thousands, with extreme images and storys of rape and torture. Why you picked exactly mine to complain about, I cannot guess. But I can understand, that contents like this can be disturbing, when you are new in this deep and extreme area of BDSM. Please let me therefore explain a few things to you and to everybody else, who is reading my story and might not be sure, how to understand it as well:
BDSM is a play with dominance and obdience. The tops getting aroused of controlling the subs, the subs getting aroused of being controlled. Depending on the person, this fetish reaches different extremitys. If you prefer softer vanilla play in a "Shades of Grey" style or dislike BDSM at all, this is your decision and it's absolutely okay. But others love it the harder way, as you can see for example in erotic videos by "Elite Pain" or "Insex". The most harsh fantasys you will find on sites like this one. See, being abducted, tortured, raped or executed is the most hardcore fantasy in BDSM, because it is the absolute level of being totally overthrown and dominated. You can't help yourself anymore and are in the mercy of severly sadistic persons. But please listen now very close, because this is highly important: It is still only a fantasy, a roleplay to which all persons agreed before. Yes, they play, that they are raped against their will and that everything happens without their permission, but they just PLAY it, because they are aroused by it. And there is no way, in which a person, who is killed in a roleplay dies in REAL LIFE. The sub might be harmed, but that as well happens with permission and requested. Yes, it is very dark and wicked, but you can be sure, that everybody is satisfied in the end. Same goes for statements like "women are worthless fuck meat". No men inside the BDSM scene does really mean that. They just give the female subs what they want and only if the female subs want it. Nobody of us seriously thinks that way. Yes, there are men, who have this opinion for real, but I am disgusted by them and there is no place in the BDSM scene for those idiots.
That brings me to my next point. You, my dear person, accused me of glorification of violence against women, Inquisiton and so on. As I mentioned, my story and Inquisiton fantasys take place in the priorly mentioned shapes. But they are inspired by a historical event. The real Inquisiton and witch huntings took the lifes of millions of innocent humen. And this did not happen in the mentioned area, it were just horrific crimes against humanity. Please be assured, that I don't glorify the brutal murders on innocent women, which occured out of any religious madness. I hope, that the REAL victims of the Inquisiton can rest in peace today in a better place. What happened to them was an outrageous injustice. War, torture, imprisonment, rape, violence against women and violence at all are still issues in our world today and that makes me deeply sad. When I watch, how the poor women are treated in Afghanistan by the Taliban, I could cry and I support their fight for their rights. But this problem occurs everywhere. Even in the western world, women have to fight with men molesting them or approaching them inappropriatly and this is not acceptable and must not happen. I wish, that everybody out there, if man or woman, can live in peace and harmony, in a way that makes him or her happy. My story or these cruel roleplays here have nothing to - absolutely nothing - with my or others believes about the world outside of this BDSM place here. I hope, dear person who texted me, that I was able to make you understand some things and comfort you. If you are not comfortable with this deep contents, please leave this forum and live in peace. I hope you have a beautiful day and life.
Greetings.<3
Funinthetorturechamber
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The witch torture of Grace: Chapter 10 - Grace's punishment
The crowd was still raging with anger when Grace and Victoria were on their way back to prison. They were driven through the city in a caged car. Lucius Fermigo rode alongside them, glaring at them with pure hatred. "You two dirty whores are the most cursed witches I have ever come across. Summon rain if you are to be burned! But you will bitterly regret your little trick! Servants, don't go back into the forest to the witch prison! For the two of them the way is going back to the torture chamber immediately! And from now on the torture will be conducted by me personally. That means that you both will suffer the most cruel pain before sunset!" When Fermigo said this, even Grace, who, unlike Victoria, had long since given up all hope of survival, was shocked. The two women began to beg for mercy, but it was no use. They were driven to the city jail and dragged off the cart. Both were placed in heavy chains so that the women could hardly move. According to Fermigo, this was necessary because they were dangerous after all. So they were taken back down to the torture chamber. Grace had been incarcerated for much longer than Victoria and was therefore used to being in chains. Victoria, however, found it very difficult to walk and stumbled and fell down a flight of stairs. Fermigo kicked Victoria hard in the stomach. "You're too stupid to go down stairs, you stupid slut! Get your lazy ass up!" It wasn't easy for Victoria to get up again, but she finally did and had to keep going.
Finally, the group reached the torture chamber. The iron door was locked behind the two captured women. Fermigo and his servants surrounded them; there was no escape. Grace felt sick with fear. She just wanted to die peacefully, not to be tortured any further. Besides, what had been done to her and Victoria so far was nothing compared to what Fermigo himself would do to them, Grace knew that. Despair rose within her. Now it was no longer about forcing a confession. It was just about Victoria and herself being tortured out of pure lust and it would only end when this cruel man had had enough. Grace's head was pulled up by her hair and she looked straight into Fermigo's cold, murderous eyes. A shiver ran through her naked body. "Your girlfriend is going to be questioned first and you keep your dirty mouth shut! If you say a single word you're only making it more horrible for her."
Grace's eyes filled with tears. "It was my spell, it's my fault. Torture me, but please leave Victoria alone, I beg you!"
Fermigo's eyes narrowed. He was talking to Victoria while still looking at Grace. "Listen, your girlfriend still won't shut up! Looks like you can thank Grace for some extra pain!"
Victoria, who had been crying nonstop anyway, now burst into hysterical rants. At that moment, Grace, who had been emotionally broken for months and already dead inside, once again woke up to human emotion. She became angrier than she had ever been in her life and spat right in Fermigo's face.
Even Victoria knew that Grace had made a terrible mistake. She and Fermigo both stared at Grace in shock. Grace knew this too, but she didn't care. She thought Fermigo was going to beat her as punishment, but she didn't care. However, she wasn't hit. Fermigo sat up. "Hold the whore!"
Fermigo's henchmen grabbed the defenseless woman roughly. This wasn't necessary, however, as Grace was too weak to defend herself due to malnutrition and her many injuries. Fermigo took a pair of pointed pliers from the wall and stepped in front of Grace. "Open her mouth!"
Grace's nose was held shut, forcing her to open her mouth. At that moment she understood what Fermigo was planning. She was about to apologize and beg for mercy when Fermigo jammed his pliers into her tongue. He yanked hard on the pliers and Grace and Victoria began to scream. Blood and tears ran down Grace's face as she looked at her torn out tongue. "You won't be able to use that to conjure up any magic spells, you filthy witch whore! You can't speak anymore either, which means I can't question you any further. Since you're no good for anything else, you're now a completely worthless piece of trash! Servants, get the slut out of here until she can be executed!"
The screaming Grace was dragged over the floor to the dungeon door when Fermigo stopped the servants again. He turned his gaze to Grace. "Just so you know: you've made Victoria's torture even worse for her. When you meet again at the stake, she'll have lost her mind from the agony of hell. You can think about what you did to your friend." Grace's last look into the torture chamber before the door was closed was the crying Victoria.
"Should we lock her up in one of the dungeons? Maybe we can have some extra fun with the little filthy pig," said one of the servants, grinning at his colleague with yellow teeth. He stared down at Grace's naked flesh and grinned too.
"A good idea! It's not often that you get a whore as hot as that! Old Fermigo doesn't need to know."
The two men's voices sounded increasingly amused. "And even if he did," said the first again. "We can do anything we want with her, he doesn't care."
The second now had a rather hesitant look. "But we can't kill her, otherwise Fermigo will throw us into the dungeon ourself. And I don't think she can take much more. She's completely worn out."
That was no lie. Grace crouched motionless on the ground, completely exhausted. She was still whimpering in pain.
"She's not going to die. But I still want some fun with her."
The second laughed dirtyly. "Yes, you're right. Simply throwing her into the dungeon now would be a waste. Let's have some more fun with her. Did you hear that, you maggot? You're not finished yet, we want a piece of you too!"
Grace was grabbed again and her chains clattered across the floor. The poor girl was completely exhausted and at the end of her strength. A terrible frustration was growing inside Grace. How much more did she have to endure before she was finally allowed to die?
The crowd was still raging with anger when Grace and Victoria were on their way back to prison. They were driven through the city in a caged car. Lucius Fermigo rode alongside them, glaring at them with pure hatred. "You two dirty whores are the most cursed witches I have ever come across. Summon rain if you are to be burned! But you will bitterly regret your little trick! Servants, don't go back into the forest to the witch prison! For the two of them the way is going back to the torture chamber immediately! And from now on the torture will be conducted by me personally. That means that you both will suffer the most cruel pain before sunset!" When Fermigo said this, even Grace, who, unlike Victoria, had long since given up all hope of survival, was shocked. The two women began to beg for mercy, but it was no use. They were driven to the city jail and dragged off the cart. Both were placed in heavy chains so that the women could hardly move. According to Fermigo, this was necessary because they were dangerous after all. So they were taken back down to the torture chamber. Grace had been incarcerated for much longer than Victoria and was therefore used to being in chains. Victoria, however, found it very difficult to walk and stumbled and fell down a flight of stairs. Fermigo kicked Victoria hard in the stomach. "You're too stupid to go down stairs, you stupid slut! Get your lazy ass up!" It wasn't easy for Victoria to get up again, but she finally did and had to keep going.
Finally, the group reached the torture chamber. The iron door was locked behind the two captured women. Fermigo and his servants surrounded them; there was no escape. Grace felt sick with fear. She just wanted to die peacefully, not to be tortured any further. Besides, what had been done to her and Victoria so far was nothing compared to what Fermigo himself would do to them, Grace knew that. Despair rose within her. Now it was no longer about forcing a confession. It was just about Victoria and herself being tortured out of pure lust and it would only end when this cruel man had had enough. Grace's head was pulled up by her hair and she looked straight into Fermigo's cold, murderous eyes. A shiver ran through her naked body. "Your girlfriend is going to be questioned first and you keep your dirty mouth shut! If you say a single word you're only making it more horrible for her."
Grace's eyes filled with tears. "It was my spell, it's my fault. Torture me, but please leave Victoria alone, I beg you!"
Fermigo's eyes narrowed. He was talking to Victoria while still looking at Grace. "Listen, your girlfriend still won't shut up! Looks like you can thank Grace for some extra pain!"
Victoria, who had been crying nonstop anyway, now burst into hysterical rants. At that moment, Grace, who had been emotionally broken for months and already dead inside, once again woke up to human emotion. She became angrier than she had ever been in her life and spat right in Fermigo's face.
Even Victoria knew that Grace had made a terrible mistake. She and Fermigo both stared at Grace in shock. Grace knew this too, but she didn't care. She thought Fermigo was going to beat her as punishment, but she didn't care. However, she wasn't hit. Fermigo sat up. "Hold the whore!"
Fermigo's henchmen grabbed the defenseless woman roughly. This wasn't necessary, however, as Grace was too weak to defend herself due to malnutrition and her many injuries. Fermigo took a pair of pointed pliers from the wall and stepped in front of Grace. "Open her mouth!"
Grace's nose was held shut, forcing her to open her mouth. At that moment she understood what Fermigo was planning. She was about to apologize and beg for mercy when Fermigo jammed his pliers into her tongue. He yanked hard on the pliers and Grace and Victoria began to scream. Blood and tears ran down Grace's face as she looked at her torn out tongue. "You won't be able to use that to conjure up any magic spells, you filthy witch whore! You can't speak anymore either, which means I can't question you any further. Since you're no good for anything else, you're now a completely worthless piece of trash! Servants, get the slut out of here until she can be executed!"
The screaming Grace was dragged over the floor to the dungeon door when Fermigo stopped the servants again. He turned his gaze to Grace. "Just so you know: you've made Victoria's torture even worse for her. When you meet again at the stake, she'll have lost her mind from the agony of hell. You can think about what you did to your friend." Grace's last look into the torture chamber before the door was closed was the crying Victoria.
"Should we lock her up in one of the dungeons? Maybe we can have some extra fun with the little filthy pig," said one of the servants, grinning at his colleague with yellow teeth. He stared down at Grace's naked flesh and grinned too.
"A good idea! It's not often that you get a whore as hot as that! Old Fermigo doesn't need to know."
The two men's voices sounded increasingly amused. "And even if he did," said the first again. "We can do anything we want with her, he doesn't care."
The second now had a rather hesitant look. "But we can't kill her, otherwise Fermigo will throw us into the dungeon ourself. And I don't think she can take much more. She's completely worn out."
That was no lie. Grace crouched motionless on the ground, completely exhausted. She was still whimpering in pain.
"She's not going to die. But I still want some fun with her."
The second laughed dirtyly. "Yes, you're right. Simply throwing her into the dungeon now would be a waste. Let's have some more fun with her. Did you hear that, you maggot? You're not finished yet, we want a piece of you too!"
Grace was grabbed again and her chains clattered across the floor. The poor girl was completely exhausted and at the end of her strength. A terrible frustration was growing inside Grace. How much more did she have to endure before she was finally allowed to die?