johnbratten
Magistrate
Berenice strappadoed. By silverfox9990
Trembling with fear, the accused witch Berenice was led naked into the torture chamber. In the flickering flames from the torches ensconced on the stone walls she saw two burly men leering at her. Torsten, the torturer-in-chief, and his assistant Godwin. At the sight of Berenice’s full, upturned breasts and soft pink pussy lips quickly drove both men to full erection. Torsten, his voice hoarse with lust, ordered Godwin “Prepare the bitch for the strappado.”
Berenice had no idea what the strappado was but Torsten’s tone was grim and threatening. “Please don’t hurt me,” she begged. “Please, I have done nothing wrong. I am a good Christian girl. Please oh please don’t torture me.”
Godwin, smiling broadly, quickly roped Berenice’s wrists, legs and ankles, taking time to squeeze and fondle the girl’s jutting breasts, delighted to feel her nipples stiff with terror. She tried to jerk away from his rough hands, but he was too strong for her. She screamed when Godwin probed with his fingers her vagina and rectum.
Growing impatient, Torsten said “Hurry up man! You’re wasting too much time stroking her cunt. I want to hoist this whore up to the ceiling.”
Godwin sighed, reluctant to break off from groping the young nude’s charms, but he had to obey.
He attached her wrists to a strong rope hanging from the torture chamber’s ceiling and hauled the sobbing nude upward until her bare feet was dangling above the floor.
Torsten strolled over and stood beside Godwin. “Now that’s better,” he said as he gazed up at the suspended nude, tears streaming down her cheeks and splashing over her taut tits.
“But something’s missing, Godwin. Grab that weight,” he said pointing to a large, heavy stone toped with an iron ring. “Tie it to the slut’s ankles so she’s stretched real nice.” As Godwin did so, Berenice gasped in pain and pleaded for mercy.
Godwin and Torsten then seated themselves in comfortable chairs to watch Berenice suffer. Even though the chamber was cold, she began to sweat profusely, her body glistening in the torch light.
“When you decide to confess, whore,” Torsten told Berenice, “we’ll let you down. But we don’t have all day. If you take too long, I’ll have Godwin here fetch me my whips. Them boobs of yours look like they can take a good lashing.”
Berenice engulfed in agony began to panic at the thought of her tender breasts being lashed by these monsters. She didn’t know how long she could endure these tortures until she was forced to confess to a crime she did not commit.
Trembling with fear, the accused witch Berenice was led naked into the torture chamber. In the flickering flames from the torches ensconced on the stone walls she saw two burly men leering at her. Torsten, the torturer-in-chief, and his assistant Godwin. At the sight of Berenice’s full, upturned breasts and soft pink pussy lips quickly drove both men to full erection. Torsten, his voice hoarse with lust, ordered Godwin “Prepare the bitch for the strappado.”
Berenice had no idea what the strappado was but Torsten’s tone was grim and threatening. “Please don’t hurt me,” she begged. “Please, I have done nothing wrong. I am a good Christian girl. Please oh please don’t torture me.”
Godwin, smiling broadly, quickly roped Berenice’s wrists, legs and ankles, taking time to squeeze and fondle the girl’s jutting breasts, delighted to feel her nipples stiff with terror. She tried to jerk away from his rough hands, but he was too strong for her. She screamed when Godwin probed with his fingers her vagina and rectum.
Growing impatient, Torsten said “Hurry up man! You’re wasting too much time stroking her cunt. I want to hoist this whore up to the ceiling.”
Godwin sighed, reluctant to break off from groping the young nude’s charms, but he had to obey.
He attached her wrists to a strong rope hanging from the torture chamber’s ceiling and hauled the sobbing nude upward until her bare feet was dangling above the floor.
Torsten strolled over and stood beside Godwin. “Now that’s better,” he said as he gazed up at the suspended nude, tears streaming down her cheeks and splashing over her taut tits.
“But something’s missing, Godwin. Grab that weight,” he said pointing to a large, heavy stone toped with an iron ring. “Tie it to the slut’s ankles so she’s stretched real nice.” As Godwin did so, Berenice gasped in pain and pleaded for mercy.
Godwin and Torsten then seated themselves in comfortable chairs to watch Berenice suffer. Even though the chamber was cold, she began to sweat profusely, her body glistening in the torch light.
“When you decide to confess, whore,” Torsten told Berenice, “we’ll let you down. But we don’t have all day. If you take too long, I’ll have Godwin here fetch me my whips. Them boobs of yours look like they can take a good lashing.”
Berenice engulfed in agony began to panic at the thought of her tender breasts being lashed by these monsters. She didn’t know how long she could endure these tortures until she was forced to confess to a crime she did not commit.
