Age of Penance - The Tear of Sarwen

Silence fell upon the small room and all, including the three prisoner girls, turned their eyes toward Nictis, the old man in black robes with the chilling voice. Leana was doing her best to appear calm and Fiona to maintain her defiant look but neither could hide their rising fear. Their breathing had become shallow and irregular, their eyes had widened and even in their restrictive bondage they were shaking. The head mother and her girls had thus far held strong in the face of their imminent ordeal, but their eyes betrayed a deep fear their resolve wouldn't survive the cruelty of the Inquisition. They all knew no mercy remained for them in this world.

The first directive Nictis gave was to unchain Helen and relocate her to the side. The shapely brunette did not protest, letting herself be dragged and tossed aside onto the cold stone floor. The only objection came from the second man, who had entered the room with the firm intent to take advantage of her, upset he hadn’t had time to relieve himself in the welcoming holes of the alluring girl. Nictis promptly reassured him he needed not worry, just show a little patience.

In the place where the brunette had been chained, the men moved a heavy solid wood and metal stand that looked like an inclined beam of about three feet long, elevated at waist level and supported by tall sturdy legs. It was narrower on the high side and wider on the lower side, and was reinforced with iron plates lined with slots and eyebolts all around, extending along the sturdy legs. It took the strength of both assistants to position it against the back wall of the room, facing the door, and in plain view of Leana and Fiona who were bound against the walls on either side. The men then slid two long and thick iron bars into special slots on the upper front side, leaving each rod protruding on its respective side by no less than two feet. Draven initially did not understand their purpose, although it soon became clear.

The assistants then dragged Helen back, visibly distressed at the new horror awaiting her, and proceeded to secure her on the stand. They laid her on her back, head up onto the narrow side of the beam, and crotch down on the wider side. They adjusted her so her bottom would protrude just beyond the wood, the edge resting against her tailbone. They ran her arms down on the sides of the stand’s legs and secured them with iron straps just above her elbow, and then again at her wrists. Her neck received an iron strap as well, a vicious one lined with studs on the inside, not sharp enough to break the skin but sufficient to constrict, increase the discomfort and make even the simple act of breathing painful.

They next ran a heavy chain across her lower waist, right down against the edge of her hip bone and pulled it tight, sinking the heavy links into her abdomen. They hooked it at first as tight as they could, and used a lever to pull it again by another three links, digging deep into her mid section. With her collar digging in her neck and her abdomen crushed, each painful breath added to the increasing panic fear visible in her wide eyes above her heaving voluminous chest.

Finally they took care of her legs, each assistant grabbing one and force spreading her, chaining her thighs, then her ankles to the side metal bars. She already was spread obscenely wide after the first pass of tightening the chains, but a gap still remained between the rods and the back of her legs. So the guards took turns, one leg at a time, putting their weight into pushing each leg until it fully rested against the metal and then tightening the chains again. Left, then right, and then again. The girl was grimacing, trying hard to keep her pain contained and not wanting to give them the satisfaction of a scream so soon, however she couldn’t help a loud wail at the very last round.

- “I find that when truly and completely restrained, they cannot escape the pain and experience an heightened suffering, just as the Gods intended for their kind” Nictis slipped in Draven’s ear as both men were watching the assistants finish to force spread the girl.

Despite the chilling tone, the old man was treating Draven like a fellow sadist, rather than trying to scare him into falling in line as Inquisitor Jael had intended. This was a welcome turn of events the rogue was playing along. Moreover, he had to be honest and recognize seeing the three girls tied naked at the mercy of the Inquisition was truly arousing to him. Even if he could not completely shake the memory of the three monstrosities he had faced in the temple cavern, and if his mind kept wandering off trying to understand how exactly this was connected to the Inquisition. Jael’s wrath could maybe be explained by the loss of his three men, but something didn’t feel right. Draven had a gnawing sensation that Silas and Leana from their opposing perspectives in the room were both observing him. He felt like a piece in a game that cannot see the board. He took a deep breath, then decided to put those feelings aside for the moment at least. There would be a time to act, but this was not it.

Meanwhile, Nictis had stepped to Helen’s side and his hand was slowly brushing her soft oversized breasts. The girl looked worried by the attention, but what felt didn’t matter in the slightest as she couldn’t even begin to move as a reaction. Her bondage had left her with no wiggle room whatsoever, her arms and neck bound and constricted by metal much too tight for her, a heavy chain cutting deep her abdomen, and her legs pried open so wide she was sure the inside of her cunt was visible to all.

- “Tie both her tits. I want them at the verge of bursting.” he ordered in his cold but worryingly enthusiastic voice, his assistants immediately obeyed.

The first one seized a thick length of rope, and while his colleague grabbed Helen’s right breast at the base, he ran several loops around, tightened and pulled the two loose ends in between the loops, such that the rope became self tightening. He then tied an iron bar to the two loose ends and started to twist over and over, slowly garroting the heavy bosom. The pressure took time to build before the ropes effectively strangled the breast at its base. The skin on the mound of flesh started to tense and round itself, then her skin turned from a pale pink to a darker shade of red and veins started to push under the strained skin. Helen’s cry started slow but grew with the tightness of the ropes.

- “aaaaaaaAAAAaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHhhh… no… please… aAAAAh!”

With their task completed, they locked the rope in place with an iron clamp. Nictis forcefully grabbed the top of the bound breast and clawed hard, Helen yelped.

- “aaaaiiiiIIIIHHHHH!”

His fingers didn’t sink in, instead they left white marks on the stiff breasts, which faded back to dark red as soon as he removed his hand. He gave an approbating nod to two men, who immediately repeated the process on the left breast. Soon, the girl had two large, dark veiny and pulsating orbs protruding on her chest in addition to being helplessly tied and obscenely spread. The extreme compression was very obviously hurting her, and she was now emitting a soft whimper with each breath.

Nictis walked to the corner workbench and seized a large and heavy metal C-shaped vise. On both ends of the C-shape were palm-sized metal plates with sharp spikes facing each other. Helen's eyes widened when Nictis positioned the vise on her left bosom, the fixed on the top plate over the upper side of her breast and the adjustable one below. At the same time, his assistant did the same with a second vise of the same design on her right breast. They both started turning the rods slowly but surely, gradually bringing the two spiked plates closer together. Helen’s desperate attempts to shake herself free achieved absolutely nothing, except for making her large breasts heave significantly faster while tears were running down her terrified face.

- “No no no no no no! Please no!” she was repeating in a voice overwhelmed by fear.

There was no use. The spikes were slowly deepening the indentation they made into her tensed flesh, until finally they broke through the skin.

- “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!” she yelped, before returning to her accelerated breathing.

Fiona on her cross was furious, screaming unintelligible curses through her ring gag, while Leana looked fully defeated by the spectacle. She knew very well this was but the beginning of their horrific ordeal.

The men kept twisting the grips of the vises until the spikes fully disappeared into the flesh of her breasts, but they did not stop there. The plates started to push and bury themselves into the already overly compressed orbs, distorting the flesh around them. The breasts were bulging around the jaws and around the strangling ropes at their base, and getting so stretched at the top her rock hard erect nipples seemed close to the tearing point. The veins around her nipple had become disturbingly prominent under the brute force of the iron jaws. The hard metal was digging deeper and deeper into the skin, and soon blood started seeping at the edges. Her breathing accelerated into a chaotic pattern then paused like she her mind refused for a moment to accept the horror of her fate. And immediately after, she broke.

- “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!

Her wailing tore the thick silence of the torture room and echoed on the stone walls. She didn’t stop, it was a long cry, only interrupted by short desperate attempts at breathing. She screamed and screamed while the two men kept turning and mashing the pierced flesh of her tits between the metal plates. Soon, red droplets pearled from her grotesquely protuberant nipples.

- “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHhhhhh! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA….”

The scream of the novice kept going. Blood was now running down her orbs, seeping into the tight ropes ever more stretched at the base of her bulging flesh, then trickling down her sides and abdomen. As the first drop touched the wood of the stand, Nictis gave the signal to stop closing the vises but leave them in place. She would remain for the moment with her breasts strangled and half mashed, bleeding on the verge of bursting, and in immense pain. A wide sadistic grin had gradually crept on his face, and as he released his grip on the torture instrument, he took a deep breath to savor the moment. He had a serene look, content and fulfilled by the horrific pain he had just inflicted to the poor girl.

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While the well-trained assistants retreated to the side waiting for further instructions, Nictis stepped to the corner again. With his left hand he seized a small pair of pliers, its clap featuring pins on one jaw and matching holes on the other so it could both pierce and crush. And with his other hand he seized one of the large metal pokers that had been heating on the ambers. It cast a warm yellow light to the face of Fiona as he brought it dangerously close to her cheek, just below her eyes, reflecting its light into droplets of sweat that started to pearl on her face.

- “Soon this worthless creature will know the true meaning of its pathetic existence… what it was made for…” he said looking the then pale girl straight in the eyes.

Fiona, who had been shaking and protesting through her friends’ ordeal, suddenly froze and turned quiet, with only her eyes quickly switching between the tip of glowing hot metal so close to her face and Nictis’ cruel gaze. The man in black smiled at her, and without breaking eye contact with the ice witch, he made a wide arm gesture and instead of hurting her, he landed the burning rod across the top of Helen’s bulging breasts. The busty brunette immediately went into a long shriek, loud enough to cover the sizzling ssssssshhhhhhhh noise but not the overwhelming whiffs of burning meat.

- “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

There was a short moment in Fiona’s blue eyes, just after she realized it was not her own flesh that was burning when she instinctively displayed a sight of relief. Both Nictis and Draven caught it, and the girl saw they did. Tears of shame immediately burst from her eyes.

- “That is right, cursed cunt. Here in the cries of your fellow whore how powerless and insignificant you truly are. You are nothing until I decide to dignify you with pain.”

Fiona was too contrived by her own guilt to even react to the dehumanization. Nictis returned the hot pokers to the ambers, and focused his attention to Helen once more. He walked around to her spread crotch, pulled between his thumb and index a good chunk of the flesh at the top of her cunt, including her clit, and then closed the open jaws of the spiked pliers onto the bulge. He went slowly at first but kept pressing until it was pierced through and mashed between the iron jaws. The pain was unbearable for the poor girl who broke into another scream shaking in her straps, her voice quickly becoming hoarse.

- “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!”

Nictis enjoyed the response. He started to pull, twist and bend on the poor girl’s most sensitive organ again and again. She screamed until her voice was so raw she could barely be heard anymore. When the man in black robes finally released his grip, it revealed a bleeding and throbbing mass which quickly swelled and turned a dark shade of purple. From the all relative comfort of simply being a molested prisoner a moment ago, she had now fallen into a world of excruciating pain with her breasts crushed and burned and her clit pierced and mashed. Nictis, satisfied, casually turned to the guard who had missed his chance earlier.

- “She’s ready for you now.”

The guard lit up with enthusiasm and stepped forward. The bleeding cunt and burned tits didn’t seem to turn him off, on the contrary. He quickly pulled his hardening cock out of his leather hose, leaned over the spread girl and shoved himself inside her open slit. She only let out a whimper when the swollen member pushed through her parted flesh. He immediately started to brutally pound her, leaning in to make sure he slammed her damaged clit each time. The pain must have been excruciating, for every time he hit her muscles would tense and her face contorted in pain. And the man twitched the man in response, delighted by her contraction around his cock, before ramming her again harder. Helen’s broken voice was soon wailing again.

- “aarrAAHHH! …aarrrAAHHH! …arrrrrrRGHH!”

She had no choice but to endure the raw pain, completely helpless while being ravaged by the merciless man. 

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Nictis, satisfied with the suffering of the busty brunette, finally turned his attention, and his intent to inflict pain, towards Fiona. His motions were swift and precise. He grabbed again the bright hot poker and without even saying a word he brought the bloody pliers up to the cross bound witch’s perky left nipple. He crushed it between the spiked jaws and pulled hard on the small tit. In the time that it took for the girl’s mouth to shape the beginning of a cry, he stabbed the point of the glowing metal into the side of her stretched bosom and shoved it inside her flesh until it pushed and burned the skin under the opposite side. There was again an immediate “ssssssshhh” sound from the metal metal searing the flesh, before a deafening high pitched scream like nothing Draven had ever heard before. 

- ‘AAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHHHHHHHH!”

Two of the men brought their hands to their ears in shock. The girl shook on her cross with her head banging in erratic movements, and her pale blue eyes twitching then disappearing up into her skull. The rogue thought she might pass out from the shock but the Gods didn’t even grant her this mercy. She convulsed for a long moment and screamed for even longer, before she finally came down, breathing heavily, looking defeated and broken in her core. 

- “Ice witches never disappoint!” Nictis asserted.

He gave a twist to the poker, before pulling it out, throwing the girl in another fit of screaming and only leaving a pitch back spot on the side of her breast. Beside him, the soldier was still going strong on Helen, shaking her pressed bleeding tits with each push of his cock.

- “Anyone want to fuck ice witch meat? I doubt it’s experienced any cock at all in its miserable life, likely just the unholy fingers of its own degenerate kind” he threw at the crowd while giving a long disgusted glare towards Leana.

There was no vocal reaction from the men, just an exchange of frightened looks.

- “Well? No takers?” Nictis asked.

- “It’s not like we don’t want to… but her powers… They say her cunt can freeze cocks!”

Nictis burst into a frightening vocal laugh.

- “I can assure you, this is perfectly safe” he replied, his voice full of condescension.

But to no avail, none of them stepped forward. He turned his attention back to Fiona.

- “No reprieve then …” he said to her frightened eyes, before being interrupted 

- “I’ll take her!” Draven said loudly.

- “At least one of you’s got balls!” Nictis added mockingly. “Very well” 

He stepped back and returned the poker to the flaming embers, making way for Draven to position himself right beneath the thin pale girl spread on her cross. She was covered in sweat, trembling, wincing with each breath and each motion of her small tight breast, burnt on the inside right on her fit ribbed chest. Draven raised a hand and gently stroked down her side, along the curve of her tight abdomen, her hip bone and her thin but muscular thigh. He guessed that at any point in her life, any man daring enough to do this would have sorely regretted his gesture. But as he touched her, he did not find hostility in her eyes, she was simply resigned and maybe even thankful for one gesture that was not meant to hurt or demean.

- “Is it true?” Draven asked her in a calm voice, “you’ve never taken a cock before?”

Fiona could not really respond with the ring gag forcing her jaw open and her tongue clamped across, but she gave a short nod of the head. The rogue acknowledged but didn’t answer. He pulled his cock from his pants and pushed it up against the tight lips between her spread legs. Her pussy felt firm but moist to the tip of his member. Surely it was the sweat. He of course knew the saying about all women truly craving pain, and Nictis himself has repeated it, but could she really be wet from her treatment? It didn’t really matter. Draven slipped his hand around her back, between the small of her back and the cross, he tilted his hip back and pushed himself inside her slowly. She was probably a few years older than Jennee and yet she was very tight, her cunt pressing hard on his cock. Her trembling grip felt incredible to him, and he was quickly hard as a rock. 

He started to push inside her, slowly but with force, pulling almost all out and pushing all the way in, thrusting himself forward to rub on her clit then sliding beneath her to penetrate her as deep as he could. The feeling was incredible. Gradually he felt the girl, with slight motions of her hips working with him, while her cunt remained as tight as when he first pushed into her. There was not much she could do chained on her cross, with her hands nailed on blocks of wood, her mouth forced open, her tongue clamped locked and the literal searing pain inside her breast. But with Draven’s deep slow movements, she seemed maybe just for a moment to forget her presence in this dungeon of hell.

Draven, while enjoying the girl’s snug hold, couldn’t help his mind from wandering. He had not only wanted to push his cock inside the ice witch cunt for his own pleasure, he had also been wondering if he would feel the same sense of comfort and familiarity as he experienced when touching Brynn during the battle in the convent. And he had not felt anything beyond the pleasure of a tight cunt around his throbbing cock, and the shivers of a suffering girl. 

The images of the fight flashed in his head as he continued to pump his cock into the crucified girl, recalling how Brynn had been thrown in the air by the screaming creature, their kiss, and the knife she asked her to plant in her thigh. Maybe her pain had triggered it. Slowly he moved his right hands up her side toward her hurt breast, then grabbed her burnt breast and closed his hand hard, sending her into another screaming frenzy. She shook so violently he had to plant his feet and contract his core to stay inside her. When she finally stopped she looked defeated, her eyes robbed of the last remains of trust she had for him. There had been no magic, no warm mystical embrace, only his pleasure and her pain. 

Draven felt disappointed, almost sorry he’d hurt the girl for no reason. His cock however felt otherwise. That last shake had brought him very close to finishing. He regained a firm grip on her hip and resumed fucking her hard, letting go of his own sentiments. Her eyes grew wide, perhaps confused by the pleasure rising between her legs like an island in the ocean of her pain. Draven was getting close and he felt her tensing between his hands, differently than before. Her eyes locked on his again, she was clinging to that pleasure, even if it had been forced on her, like the . Finally she arched her back and he felt her cunt contract even tighter around his cock, that was all he needed to spray his load inside her.

When he stepped back, he realized the soldier was long done with Helen, the spread girl was sobbing and had white spunk leaking from her open cunt, not unlike his own cum was slowly oozing from the ice sorceress slit.

- “I told you they couldn’t help it, they crave the pain… it’s what they are made for!” The old man declared putting his hand on Draven’s shoulder.

Nictis was triumphant over the spectacle offered by Draven and Fiona. Helen had been screaming until her voice broke and cried the whole time while she was being raged by the soldier, Fiona’s very core had been shaken by an incandescent rod rammed through her breast, before being raped.

- “Men, my friends,” Nictis continued, “let us show these cunts the true purpose they serve in this world!”

In spite of the pleasure he just took, Draven felt uneasy. There might have been no magic spark between them, but like with every girl he had ever fucked before, he felt a connection with Fiona. She was tight, full of life even in her predicament, her body responding to each of his assaults. And even after being tortured, she still found it her to orgasm from being fucked by the very man who brought the Inquisition to her convent. Yes she was a dangerous magic user, but Draven knew she could have been turned into a good slave with the proper training, he was sure of it. However, with her spells having taken out multiple assassins, any remote hope of keeping her alive was long gone. Even in the best of days, the Inquisition never left attuned women alive for long, they were too dangerous to be kept as slaves. And attempting to rescue here, well that would be senseless. These thoughts crossing his mind surprised Draven himself. What did he care about an ice witch who probably would kill him at the first chance she got? Taken aback by his own thoughts, Draven discreetly retreated to the far corner. 

In the meantime, the room’s attention had returned to the two tormented girls. One of the guards had shoved his thick cock into Helen’s tight asshole and was pounding the poor girl, shaking her vise-crushed breasts and drawing desperate screams from her rasp throat, with at least two others waiting their turn to ravage her.

Nictis on his side had resumed tormenting Fiona. He had one of his aides force a long iron tube deep into her cunt. The end that was inserted first started to have a narrower gage, maybe the girth of a fat finger for a couple of inches, before transitioning steeply for the rest of the tube to the width of a wrist. The man in black robes had launched into an enthusiastic story how he obtained this device from the slave markets of the southern province of Sandvale. There, he claimed, masters used a set of similar devices, increasing the size over time to open their slaves womb for penetration in a long, painful training, and show them shown off in wild displays, taking full arms, or even being mounted by savage beasts for the pleasure of the public. According to his tale, the best performer could fetch staggering prizes for certain rich owners with very special taste. His current use of the device however, turned out to be far less extravagant, but much more cruel and painful. 

As soon as the assistant had secured the tube secured up her womanhood, already drawing strident cries of horror and pain, Nictis slid in and pushed up a longer glowing hot poker. Fiona started to shake desperately, feeling the heat through the metal progressing inside her, until a jab up pushed the burning hot rod through the tube and seared her in the deepest of her femininity. The scream she let out was deafening, bouncing on the cold stone walls. 

- “AAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHKKKKKKK….!

Even the man ramming is cock into Helen’s ass stopped his pounding, like stunned in his tracks by the wailing witch. Draven, at that moment, caught the eye of Leana, who was looking at him. Her wide open mouth was slobbering on her naked body with her tongue clamped in the middle of her ring gag. Her eyes were red with tears, imploring. The image of the fight in the temple cave flashed again in his mind. He was so turned on by the ordeal those girls were subjected to, his cock was so hard witnessing their suffering and at the same time, he had never been more sure something was wrong with the Inquisition. Leana’s lips were moving. She was trying to say something while everyone focused on the screaming girl on her cross.

It was hard to hear her over Fiona's screams, but he thought he heard her again begging to help Brynn, and words that sounded like darkness befalling the world. He leaned closer but at that very moment the door slammed open. All eyes turned to the newcomer, Inquisitor Jael himself had entered the room. 

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To be continued in Chapter 11: Comeuppance