Novella
Chapter 4 of 7
With her elbows pressed together behind her back by a cruelly tight rope, Felina’s breasts jutted out and pressed against the front of her shirt. Her permanently erect nipples and their rings were clearly visible through the material. Then she felt a painful tug on her clitoris, along with the ringing of the bell. She had no choice but to follow it, blindly.
They walked at a swift pace, causing her leg irons to bounce painfully on her bruised and chafed ankle bones. She could not see where she stepped and had to trust the guards not to lead her into obstacles. Yet, she often kicked her toes into jagged cobblestones, causing her to lose her balance and have her clit brutally yanked.
After a couple of turns, she had no idea where she was going. She only hoped it was not to the brothel. From her initial direction, it seemed it was somewhere else but she could not be sure as the bag was quite opaque. The air in it was growing hot and stuffy and damp as she panted in it. The only air that came in or out passed through the narrow space around her neck. The thin leather was sucked against her face when she breathed in and swelled when she breathed out. Felina had managed to push the dirty rag out of her mouth with her tongue so that she could breathe more easily but that did not change much.
Now and then she felt something hitting her butt, through her shirt, or even lifting it to reveal her buttocks. A few times it was even pushed between the cheeks to punch her anus, an act that was followed by heavy laughs. At some point, her left breast bounced out of the V-neck of her shirt. Maybe someone had pulled the shirt a bit, she could not be sure, but she felt the cold air on her now exposed breast.
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Luckily for Felina it was in the middle of the night and not many people saw her being paraded through the streets by the guards.But that also meant that the guards could have more fun with their prisoner than if there had been more people around.
After a long, unconformable march through the streets, the sound of the boots on the ground changed and there was an echo, when the group passed though the gate into the keep. The leader of the guards reported to his lieutenant, that they had found another redhead in the streets.
"Yes, I can see, that she is a true redhead." Some one lifted the hem of the shirt exposing Felina's crotch and her red pubic hair. "What is the deal with all the piercings? But I see you found a good use for them." There was a tug on the chain, that made Felina stumble forward, only to get punched in the stomach. The lieutenant laughed. "I will have fun question her personally. Bring her down to level two. I will be there shortly."
Fellina was taken deeper into the keep. They did not warn her about the stairs and only a sharp tug on the chain connected to her clitoris ring stopped her from falling down, when there was suddenly now floor on her foot.
They led her down several stairs, then along a long corridor, finally there was a door opened and she was pushed inside a room.
In the room, the guards placed Felina in a cruel position to wait for the lieutenant. The bell chain was tied a ring in the floor, but they did not allow her to sit down. The rope tied around her ellbows was hooked into a chain from the ceiling and pulled upwards. Her ellbows were lifted up behind her head, forcing her to squat over the ring that anchored her to the floor. To make the position even more strenuous her feet were slightly pulled a part by the ankle shackles being secured to different rings in the floor to her left and right.
Then steps walked away and a heavy door was closed. Plunging Felina in absolute silence and darkness.
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When they entered the keep, Felina knew, by the sounds she could hear, that she had not been brought back to the brothel and she relaxed a bit. There could be nothing worse than go back into Madame Rouge’s claws after having escaped. The vision of Ghost’s fate still haunted Felina, even though her own situation was already quite horrible. Listening to the voices, to what was said around her, even though it came slightly deformed by the head bag, she guessed she had been brought to the keep.
She shuddered. She would have to be very careful during her interrogation. If they learned she used to be a thief, punishment would be harsh. Usually, they got exposed to the vengeance of the population and that could get very nasty. Mentally, she prepared herself to be questioned, to come up with a plausible story that would put her in the role of a victim.
She was led down a series of staircases. The floor grew damper and colder under her soles. She heard doors been unlocked and relocked until she reached her final destination. She had no exact idea of where she was but she knew evading from this place would be much more difficult than from the brothel.
She had hoped they would at last remove the bag from her head but it remained in place, literally keeping her in the dark while she was secured in a most cruel position.
“You can’t leave me like that!” she complained in her strange way of speaking, only to hear the heavy door closed and a deadbolt drawn.
Shuddering, she tried to bring her feet closer to each other but found they were tied apart. When she wanted to stretch her legs to ease the pain caused by the near dislocation of her shoulders, she moaned as her clitoris was painfully yanked. She cursed. She was kept in an impossible position. Every movement she tried added to her torture, while remaining immobile was already painful.
Soon her legs were trembling from exhaustion. Unable to carry herself, she had to hang from her arms, which contorted her shoulders some more, while the rope around her elbows dug into flesh. Her bare soles kept slipping on the damp floor so that she regularly had to try to pull them back as close as she could. Her clitoris throbbed as she could not prevent herself from pulling on it whenever she tried to shift her weight as the cramps in her contorted body increased. Her chest heaved fast as she panted, her breathing restricted by the bag.
She tried to extirpate her arms from the elbow bondage but it had been tied very tight and for some time, so that her forearms had already swollen a bit. Pulling on the rope only hurt her shoulders some more. After some desperate struggles, she was left exhausted, with her arms paralyzed by pain and cramps. Her legs too were quivering, turned to jello and totally unable to carry her weight. Her body was dripping sweat. Her shirt was wet where it touched her skin. Her bagged head hung on her chest, breathing labouredly. How long did they plan to keep her like that?
- Elbows bound together with rope
- Strappadoed by the elbows
- Ankle shackles bound apart
- Clit chain attached to the floor so that she is forced in a squatting position
- Bag attached over her head
- Too large shirt that leaves her legs naked from mid-thighs and reveals some cleavage.
- Thick collar
- Ankle and wrist shackles
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring, sitting inside her mouth
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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There was cracking sound and pain exploded in Felina's buttocks. The lieutenant had followed the guards and her down to the dungeon and he had stayed inside the room, while the other guards had left. He had remained completely silent to let his prisoner think, that she was alone. When it was clear, that the bondage was starting to wear her out, he had decided to start the interrogation. He had uncurled his whip and landed a blow on her butt. And now he was pulling back his arm for the next stroke.
After the whip had landed a second time on Felina's butt and he had given her time to process what just happened, he spoke up. "You are mine now. I am the master of these dungeons." He emphasized his words with a other hit by the whip. This time on Felina's quivering thighs. He gave Felian time to process the new information. Before he started asking questions "Let's start with a simple question. What is your name?"
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Felina screamed as the lash hit her butt like a line of fire. In response to the pain, she jerked forward, nearly dislocating her shoulder and yanking painfully on her ringed clitoris. As her trembling body dropped back in its restraints, another lash hit her, with the same uncontrollable effects. She turned her bagged head left and right, as though she could see who was whipping her.
“My name is Felina. What do you want from me?” she answered awkwardly, as the ring moved inside her mouth.
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Crack! The whip hit Felina's calves this time. "I am asking the questions, Elya!" The lieutenant admonished her. "Also speak louder, the bag muffles your voice."
The lieutenant step around Felina and pulled out his dagger. He placed the flat of the bald on Felina's exposed breast. With the dagger's tip he traced her nipple and flipped the heavy metal ring up. "I have a few questions for you, Elya. If you answer them truthfully, we will be done quickly." He move the blade to Felina's other breast, which was still partially cover by the shirt. He slid the dagger under the fabric and pushed it aside exposing this breast too.
"I am interested to hear, what is the story behind all your piercings, but that has to wait." He tapped dagger against the nipple ring. "First, I want to know who you are?"
While he waited for Felina to answer, he began to cut away the shirt, by putting the dagger between the shirt and her skin and pulling it away. Adding cut after cut, until the pieces began to fall off her body. "Oh, there are more rings!" He exclaimed, when he saw the rings decorating Felina's labia.
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Felina shivered as the cold blade touched sweaty skin. Her nipple grew even harder, her areola getting all crumpled and goosebumps covering her breast. She could not see anything but guessed it was a knife and that it could cut into her flesh at the least movement from her part. She remained frozen as the knife cut her shirt to pieces until her strained body was displayed in full nakedness, trembling in the effort of remaining immobile. With all the heavy, ugly rings adorning her body she looked like a freak, or a savage, as her nickname had been at Madame Rouge’s brothel.
“A to’d you. My ‘ame is Fe’ina. I’m a se’vant of Mis’er Geoffrey, the me’chant. P’ease don’t hurt me. I’ll tell you every ‘ing.”
- Elbows bound together with rope
- Strappadoed by the elbows
- Ankle shackles bound apart
- Clit chain attached to the floor so that she is forced in a squatting position
- Bag attached over her head
- Thick collar
- Ankle and wrist shackles
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring, sitting inside her mouth
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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"Oh, your name is Felina, not Elya. You should have told me more clearly the first time. Well then Felina, only answer the questions. Nothing else." He grabbed on of her nipples rings and twisted it slightly as a warning. "Do you understand?" He did not wait for answer and continued. "You? A servant?" The lieutenant chuckled. "I have never seen a servant with this many piercings, actually I have never seen anyone looking this freakish. Maybe you serve this Mr. Geoffrey in the bedroom and he likes to put these rings on you and brand you." The lieutenant touched the brand on Felina's pelvis with his free hand. "Where could I find this Mr. Geoffrey and he would confirm, that you work for him?" He asked the tied up woman.
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Felina’s sweaty face grimaced under the bag as her nipple ring was twisted. She tried to turn her chest away but that brought too much pain to her shoulders and she just moaned and shuddered.
“I was ‘aptured and a’used. Mr Geoffrey ‘ives in his mansion on Broadstreet,” she managed to say, chewing on her big tongue ring. Each word made her drool some more so that a wet spot soaked the bag in front of her mouth.
Pain shot through her twisted shoulders and she tried to relieve it by lifting her body as far as she dared, stretching her clitoris and ringing its bell. She moaned and dropped back to her initial position.
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"So, you were captured and abused by Mister Geoffrey. Why did you then tell me, that you were his servant?" The lieutenant plucked at the chain that tied Felina's clit like it was a string of an instrument. The bell chimed in reaction. "I will send some guards in the morning to visit Mr. Geoffrey."
The lieutenant traced the letters of the brand on Felina's pelvis with the dagger. "MR. For mister, maybe? But it looks like the monogram of someone. So why does it not have a G for Geoffrey?"
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Felina whined in agony as her throbbing clitoris was stretched some more away from her vulva. The pain sent white flashes in front of her blinded eyes and she shuddered on the verge of losing consciousness. A spray of urine burst out of her peehole as she could not control herself any more.
It took her some time to recover and be able to replay.
“No, no! Mr Geoffrey is good ‘o ‘me. I got ‘idnapped by a brothel, Ma’ame Rouge’s. They ‘ortured me so cruelly. I esca’ed from her and was about to come ‘ack to Mr Geoffrey when the Guard’s arrested me, for no good reason.”
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The lieutenant slapped Felina's breasts. "Are you accusing my men of wrongfully arresting you. You better think twice, before making such accusations in your position."
The lieutenant stood up and looked at the woman, who was hanging from her elbows. "I think you had enough for now. We will continue this conversation, after my men have spoken with Mr. Geoffrey. And for your sake, I hope he collaborates your story. The guards will take you to a cell shortly." The lieutenant walked away, leaving Felina alone in the room.
It took ten minutes before the guards came to free Felina's from the bondage position. They left her elbows tied together, while they escorted her a floor deeper in the dungeon. There they stop in front of a cell door, pushed Felina hard against the wall next to the door and finally untied the elbow rope. Then they shoved Felina into the cell and locked the door behind her.
The cell was about three by two meters. There was a gap under the door, that allowed some light coming into the cell.
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Felina sighed in relief. The guards would talk to Mr Geoffrey and then she would be released and brought back to him where she would be at last able to explain everything. Or so she hoped. The way the merchant had waved to her from his window puzzled and worried her. What did this mean?
Felina hardly moved as she was left to hang by her sore arms for a long time. Then she was at last released and led down more stairs before her elbows were at last released and she was pushed into a cell. She heard the door slammed shut and locked.
Her shoulders throbbed from their long contortion and strain. She did not dare to move them at first, keeping them in her back, holding her hands in the middle of her back. With her head still bagged, she could not see anything and explored her cell with her bare feet.
“Anyone here?” she asked, but nobody answered. It seemed she was alone in a damp, cold cell. She felt a heap of moist straw against the wall and sat down in it to rest her cramped legs. Progressively, her shoulders came back to life and she was able to move her arms. She reached for her head and untied the knot that held the bag around her neck.
As she pulled the bag off, her face appeared, red, puffy, dusty, with her hair tangled and matted. She looked around but there wasn’t much to see. The cell was at least large enough to allow her to lie down. So she spread the rotten straw as much as she could and lay down on her side, curling her legs against her chest to stay warm and keep her whole body on the small patch of straw.
She tried to sleep. She only had to wait for Mr Geoffrey to send someone to take her home. Hopefully he wouldn’t send that nasty Wilfred…
- Thick collar
- Ankle and wrist shackles
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring, sitting inside her mouth
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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The next day brought some activity outside her cell, or at least it was mostly likely the next morning because several hours had passed since Felina had been pushed into the damp room. Felina could hear boots passing by. When they returned, she also could hear rattling of chains and someone moaning.
Several more times the guards passed her door, presumably fetching and returning other prisoners for questioning. Then it was Felina's turn, the boots stooped in front of her door and she could see the shadows under the door. A key was turned in the lock and the door swung open. A commanding voice said. "Put the bag back over your head, and step outside!"
If Felina did not comply with the order by the guard, three of them would storm into the cell, grab her and pull her out of the cell, then she would be pressed on the ground and get a kick in her side, before the bag was forcefully pushed over her head.
When Felina was standing outside the cell, someone checked the strap, that secured the bag on her head. The person was not satisfied with the tightness of the strap and tightened it more. Felina was then escort through the dungeon, making a couple of turns, before she was brought into a room. There she was made to sit on a hard wooden chair. The guards let go of her and stepped back.
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Felina woke up, unable to know how much time had passed. She felt better though, the ache had waned from her back and arms, even her bruised ankles had recovered some, so she must have slept for many hours. She was hungry and thirsty though. She stood up and walked around her cell, stretching and flexing her stiff limbs, both to warm up and get some exercise. Her bladder was full again, but without any chamber pot or drain, she had to squat in a corner of her cell, as far from her hay bed as possible, and pee on the floor. She sprayed some on her thighs and the smell in her room grew worse.
She sat down, resting her back against the wall, wondering how long she would have to wait before she was released. She counted that they would have to wait at least until the morning, then send someone to talk to Mr Geoffrey, then make a decision… How long could that take?
She was there in her thoughts when a gaoler stopped by her door and unlocked it. As ordered, she put the bag back over her head. Its smell had not improved… She had not tightened its strap enough though and it was pulled harder, until she could only breathe with difficulty. In addition to her neck being somewhat constricted, only a trickle of air could get in and out, so that she soon became light headed from lack of fresh air.
She was led to another room and made to sit on a wooden chair. She did not dare to talk or do anything and just waited. Why the bag? Why the silence? Wasn’t she just to be released?
- Head bag tightly strapped around her neck
- Thick collar
- Ankle and wrist shackles
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring, sitting inside her mouth
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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After a minute of silence, a new set of boots approached, then there was the sound of chair being pushed back. "Felina, I hope you got some rest last night." The lieutenant said joyfully, after he had sat down in front of Felina. "Take the bag of her head! It won't be necessary." A guard lifted the bag of Felina's head. "Thank you, you can leave us now." The lieutenant dismissed the guards, who left the room and closed the door.
The lieutenant was sitting on the other side of a wooden table, that looked ominous as it had some heavy rings on the side and more than one dark stain on the surface. In front of the lieutenant was a plate with some bread and slices of fruit and a large cup with water. The lieutenant, who had short blonde hair and a handsome face, took an apple slice and ate it, while studied Felina's features.
He began his questioning by recapitulating what Felina had told him. "You're a servant of Mr. Geoffrey and you have been abducted by a Madame Rose. You will be happy to hear, that I have sent someone to find this Mr. Geoffrey to confirm your story. But in the meantime you could tell me more about your abduction." He pushed the plate and cup towards Felina. "Eat something, you look hungry." The lieutenant leaned back and crossed his arms, waiting for Felina to tell him more.
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Felina shook her hair and combed it with her fingers after removing the bag. The sight of the food plate made her stomach groan in hunger while her mouth salivated. She glanced at the room and table, feeling a shudder of fear at the thought of what this place was used for. This was a real chamber of torture. It’s purpose was to break bodies and minds. It was sensibly different from Madame Rouge’s dungeon, which was intended to entertain her customers while preserving her employees as much as possible.
Thankfully, she was not here to be tortured, as long as she answered the Lieutenant’s questions.
She reached for the cup and drank it all. The water tasted so good and refreshing on her parched mouth. Then she started to talk. As she spoke, she tore tiny pieces of bread that she pushed in her mouth. The small size of the bites helped her to chew them, as the tongue ring always came in the way. She could not prevent herself from drooling though and had to wipe the saliva from her chin. The bread felt so good.
“Mr Geoffrey often sends me on errands, to buy things for him, or send messages to his associates,” she explained in between bites, struggling with her words as usual. “On one of these cases, I got captured by a band of ruffians. They brought me to a brothel, held by a woman we called Madame Rouge. They riveted those restraints on me, they pierced my skin, they branded me, they tortured me for the entertainment of their perverted customers. Until I managed to run away.”
- Thick collar
- Ankle and wrist shackles
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring, sitting inside her mouth
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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The lieutenant listened to Felina's story, up to now everything had been consistent, also the names. "This Madame Rouge and her ruffians sound like horrible people." The lieutenant said sympathetically. "Did they have a reason to target you specifically, or have they also abducted other girls? And where is this brothel? If they did this things to you, they must be stopped."
There was a knock on the door. It opened and the guard waved at the lieutenant. "Excuse me for a second." The lieutenant stood up and walked to the door. The guard said something to the lieutenant. When the lieutenant turned to Felina, his expression wasn't friendly anymore. "Well, you seemed to have forgotten an important detail. Mr Geoffrey is a fucking councilman. And now I have to explain to my superior, why I sent some guards to him. By the way, he says he does not know you. So you have been lying to me, we will continue this in a different setting, when I am back. I doubt that anyhing you told me so far is true, but we will find out." The lieutenant left, instructing the guards to put the prisoner back in her cell.
The guards seized Felina and pulled the bag back over her head. They escorted her back to her cell. There they locked her wrist shackles to rings in the wall. Thus, Felina was forced to sit with her back against the wall with her arms outstretched. The guards did not remove the bag, before they left her alone in the darkness.
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Felina continued to eat the bread and the fruits as she talked, feeling strength coming back to her starved body.
“I don’t think she targeted me specifically. I was probably just at the wrong place and at the wrong time. They do have other girls like me. I suppose they need to capture new ones when the others die, because nobody can survive long to that kind of treatment. The brothel is in the low quarters. I could lead you there, if you want.”
Felina smiled now, feeling much better, and with the satisfaction that she was causing troubles to the hated Madame Rouge. At last a guard came back. Soon she would be released. While they discussed outside, she finished the last crumbles and finger-licked the last bits of fruit. However, when the Lieutenant came back, she knew something was very wrong.
“What? That’s not possible? Did your man talk to him personally or to his valet? This guy envies me and would have lied to your guard about me. I swear I did not lie! Please, you have to believe me!”
She continued to talk even after the bag had been put back on her head and until a punch in the solar plexus cut the wind out of her. She was carried away, unable to walk as she puked bile into the bag. They chained her wrist shackles to the wall and abandoned her in her cell, her arms kept wide apart, forcing her to remain seated on her straw pile, her face bagged and bathing in her bile.
What was going on? Was it Wilfred again? Didn’t he realise his lies had serious, dangerous consequences for her? Felina was scared now of what might happen. If the Lieutenant did not believe her when she told the truth, what could she tell him? This was a really serious situation.
She pulled on her arms testing how she was restrained. She heard the rattle of chains against the stone wall. Contorting her hands, she explored with her fingers and found a padlock linking them to rings set in the wall. If only she could get her picks. She stretched her left arm and leaned as far as she could to the right with her body, trying to reach the bag with her right hand fingers. Alas, the wall rings had been placed far apart enough that the prisoner could not reach his head. As they had been designed for males, Felina’s arms were comparatively stretched even farther.
She considered using her toes to remove the head bag. That was easy to do… but then she could not escape any further and that would only tip the guards about her skills. It was wiser to keep those secret until she got a really good opportunity.
She just tried to rest, leaning against the damp stone, her arms kept wide apart. The position grew uncomfortable as time passed but not overly so.
- Head bag with bile
- Wrist shackles padlocked wide apart to the wall
- Thick collar
- Ankle and wrist shackles
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring, sitting inside her mouth
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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Occasionally Felina could hear the guards passing by in front of her cell. At one point they unlocked her door. There was a thud and a grunt, when something was dropped on the floor of the cell, then the door was locked again.
Felina felt something move and a hand touched her leg. There was a muffled shriek and the hand was gone again and someone struggled around. Then there was a female voice. "Oh, you are just another prisoner." Felina felt the woman's finger at the cord of her bag, before it was lifted away.
A young, red haired woman was kneeling next to Felina. The woman was dirty and her hair was a mess. There were bruises all over her body, and fresh welts from a nasty whip covered her front and back. The pinkie of her left hand was at an unnatural angle and extremely swollen. She was holding Felina's bag in her hand and a second one was lying on the floor.
The woman gave Felina a hesitant smile. "Hey there. You're the first person that I see here who is not a guard." She looked at Felina's chained arms. "I am sorry, but I cannot help you with this." The woman leaned carefully against the wall opposite to Felina. "I am Melissa, but you can call me, Mel. What is your name?"
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Remaining in the same position for hours brought backache and sore buttocks. At some point she had to pee again and this time she had to do it on the straw, which did not improve its rotten smell. Her arms felt icy and heavy from keeping that unnatural position for so long.
Suddenly there was a change to her situation. She shrieked too when something was thrown in her cell and a hand touched her foot. She curled her legs back up in protection. But soon enough the bag was removed from her head and she met her new cell mate, Melissa.
“Hello Mel. My name is Felina. How long have you been here? What did they do to you?” she asked, barely daring to look at her broken finger.
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"Nice to meet you, Felina." Mel gave Felina a weak smile. "I don't know how long I have been here. But it must be already a few days." Mel pulled in her legs and hugged her knees. "This time the hung me up by my feet and and hung weights from my arms, while they used a whip on my body." Mel showed Felina the rope burns in her wrist and the whip marks on her chest. "The other times they just punched and kicked me, while I was tied up. The last time one of the guards stomped on my hand and broke my finger. They always asked the same question, if I was a thief and had tried to steal something from a mansion in the city. Apparently they had seen a woman with red hair climbing over a wall and run away." Mel sniffed and hugged her knees tighter. "I don't know, how much longer I can endure, maybe it is best to confess even if I am innocent. I just want to get out of here." Tears began to run down Mel's face.
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Felina felt bad for Melissa. The poor girl was tortured because they were looking for herself. Well, that was not true. They were torturing her because they were stupid bastards that could think of no better way to catch a thief. She shook her head with commiseration.
“Are they torturing all the redhead girls in town? That’s stupid! As for confessing something you have not done… I suppose it depends if the punishment would be worse than the torture? Do you know how that thief would be punished once they catch her?”
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"I am not from the city, but I have seen people with the brand on their hands, marking them as thieves. In my village, thieves are also branded and then put in the pillory for 3 days, where they are at the mercy of the crowd. I assume it's similar here. I don't want to imagine, what happens to a woman in the pillory especially at night." Mel looked at Felina. "Are they accusing you of being that thief too? Did the guards do that to you, the rings on your body, I mean. Then I better confess to whatever they wanna hear, before they turn me into a freak like you, no offense." Mel look at Felina's piercings in horror.
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“They have not yet told me what they want from me. It’s a terrible mistake. I was kidnapped and forced to work in a brothel. That’s where they put all those rings on me. Look at that nasty bell chained to my clit! I eventually managed to run away, only to be arrested by those stupid guards. Just when I had arrived home…”
Felina sighed in despair. Would her troubles never end?
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Mel looked relieved, when Felina told her that it hadn't been the guards, who disfigured her cell mate with countless rings. "I am so sorry to hear that."
Mel was about to place a comforting hand on Felina's shoulder, when key in the door was turned. Mel shrank back and curled up in corner, when two guards came into the room. "No, please not again." She pleaded, but the guards ignored her, instead they picked up a bag and placed over Felina's head, before they freed her from the wall.
Felina was brought back to the same room, as before but instead of being placed in a chair, she was put on the table on her back. Her shackles were looked to the rings around the table. Additional ropes were tied around her knees, pulling them obscenely apart. Also her elbows were tied down with additional ropes. Felina's body could hardly move, only her bagged head, who was resting on the hard surface, could still move.
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Felina turned very pale as the guards came to her but soon her face was hidden under the filthy bag. She walked obediently between them as they led her back to the interrogation room where she was tightly bound to the table, spread open so that she could not protect herself and everything on her body was accessible.
She shook her bagged head left and right and begged.
“Please, you must believe me. I told the truth! Wilfred must have lied to you. Ask Mr Geoffrey directly”
- Padlocked and bound to the torture table
- Head bag
- Thick collar
- Ankle and wrist shackles
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring, sitting inside her mouth
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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The top of the bag was seized to stop her head from shaking it. "Stop lying, I just come from the city guard's Commander's office." The lieutenant said. "I got the dressing down of my life, because Mr. Geoffrey had made personal visit to the Commander, complaining about my men coming to his house bothering him during breakfast.He assure the commander that he did not have a redhaired woman in his service. I am lucky to still be a lieutenant and not being sent to guard the lighthouse on the island in front of the harbor."
Someone suddenly purred water on the bag directly over Felina's face. The soaked bag stuck to Felina's face. More and more water was added and the wet cloth did not let Felina breath.Then the bag was equally suddenly pulled away.
The lieutenant let Felina catch her breath again, before he leaned closer to Felina, his hand touching her shoulder. "Now your ruse is finished. You might have hoped to fool me by dropping the councilman's name, but that didn't work. Now I know you are hiding something. I will find out, what exactly that is."
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Felina froze in fear and incomprehension as she listened to the Lieutenant’s explanation. Mr Geoffrey came here and really said that he did not know her? How was that possible? Was this Lieutenant lying? Or what? Could it be Mr Geoffrey betraying her? That was not possible! Yet… Everything pointed in that direction. If that was true, she was doomed!
Just as she was about to protest, cold water was poured over her head, soaking the thin leather, making it stick against her face. Suddenly, all air was blocked as the bag had become totally airtight. She opened her mouth wide and sucked with all her strength. Her stomach caved in, the leather was pulled into her mouth, creating a small depression, but despite all her efforts, no air came through. She started to struggle with all her mind against her restraints, her muscles bulging and rolling, her chest panting hard. Water continued to be poured onto her face, a lot entering her mouth, giving her the impression she was drowning.
Suddenly the bag was pulled out and she was blinded by the torch light while she gasped and coughed madly. Her face and hair was drenched. It took her some time to recover her breath.
She was desperate. What could she tell him? She had told the truth, mostly. What she had hidden was to protect Mr Geoffrey. But why should she continue to cover him if he did not care for her? He had abandoned her. She was alone now. Wasn’t it fair that she should tell the truth to save herself?
However, she must not spit it immediately. She had to resist a bit to make sure he would believe her.
“Please, you must believe me! I told you the truth. I can’t tell you anything else!!!!” she pleaded.
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"I don't believe you. It has only been lies, that came out of your mouth. Is your real name even Felina. Maybe if we clean your mouth first, you will tell me the truth." The lieutenant nodded to the guards. One grabbed her hair and held her head still, while the second approached with a funnel. He tried to put the funnel in Felina's mouth. If she did struggle, the one holding her head would pull on the nose ring until, she had to open her mouth. The funnel pushed deep into her mouth. Then it was secured with leather straps to her head, so it could not be dislodge by her struggling. The bag was pulled again over her eyes and nose, allowing her to breath only through the funnel in her mouth. The guard steadied the funnel and purred half a cup of water into the funnel. The lieutenant had been observing everything silently. He simply said. "More." And the guard purred another cup of water into the funnel.
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When she saw the huge funnel approaching her face, Felina realised it would be hard to trick the lieutenant if she was gagged. She shook her head and fumbled a few words but as her nose ring was brutally yanked up, she screamed in pain. One of the assistants noticed the big tongue ring resting in her mouth, grabbed it and yanked it out, stretching her tongue down, forcing Felina to open her mouth as wide as she could, tears burning her eyes. In that position, it was easy to push the wide funnel tube into her mouth and to strap it in place.
Felina tried to speak through the funnel but with her tongue stretched out and her mouth filled with the metal object, no meaningful sound came out. She pleaded with her eyes but that was too robbed from her as the bag was pulled down her head to her nose. It was still soaked and did not let air come through. She could only breathe through her gaping mouth.
“Gaaa gaaaaaah!!!!” she complained, just before water was poured into the funnel, blocking her last access to fresh air.
Felina realised there would be no air for her until she had drunk the content of the funnel. That was not much of a problem as she was thirsty. She quickly gulped down the cup and a half of liquid.
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The lieutenant raised an eyebrow, when he saw, Felina actually eagerly drinking the water. "She is thirsty. Give her another three cups!" Three more cups were poured into the funnel in rapid succession by the assistant. After Felina had drunk the three cups, the lieutenant let her shortly catch her breath, before he said. "Again!" Three more cups were put in the funnel. After the funnel was empty again. The lieutenant placed a hand on Felina's stomach and pressed lightly. "Did you have enough?" He asked her, while increased the pressure of his hand. "Let see, if you can drink five cups at once." The lieutenant stepped back and let his assistant fill the funnel.
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The first cup had been easy to drink but the three next were more problematic. She had not been given any time to take her breath so that she had to swallow it all fast to fill her lungs again. It took some time to gulp it down, and anguish grew in her as she could not see how much was left. She could only swallow, mouthful after mouthful, until the funnel was cleared. Already her stomach felt full.
There was a short pause she used to fill her lungs. Her tormentor pressed on her belly, causing some water mixed with bile to go back to her mouth. She gasped in pain, but as she tried to speak her words were cut by more water being poured into the funnel. This time it seemed to take forever to drink it all. Her bloated stomach was reluctant to get more but she had no choice. She drank as fast as she could afraid that if she took too long, more water would be poured into the funnel.It was a deadly race.
As more water reached her stomach, her belly began to swell. When she swallowed, it often happened that water would rush back up, trying to find an outlet through her nose. There it was mostly blocked by the tight head bag, some of it spreading over her face and into her eyes but most going back down her throat.
As water kept being forced into her body, she began to feel nauseous. It was like drowning out of the water. It was a terrible sensation she had no way to break out or even to beg from.
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The lieutenant touched Felina's bloated belly. He patted it. "I think, there is space for more water. Give her another five cups." This time he let his hand on Felina's stomach, pressing down slightly. He let her struggle for a while, before he lifted his hand and let her drink unobstructed.
The lieutenant let Felina recover her breath, before he told her. "I will ask you simple yes or no question. That should make it possible to answer even with the funnel. Do you understand?" He waited for her to speak or nod her head. "Good. Is your name Felina?" The lieutenant followed this with the next question. "Are you working for Mr. Geoffrey?"
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Felina could not swallow any more water. She was just too full. Yet, more of it was poured in her funnel and she had no choice. She had to force it down. As she was on lying down on her back, gravity was of little help and when the man pressed on her belly, there was just too much pressure so that the water actually spilled out of her mouth and nose. Gulp by gulp, she managed to swallow the full content though, and her belly grew even bigger, making her look like she was 5-months pregnant. She moaned, clenched her teeth on the metal funnel, unable to stop the torture.
Once she had ingurgitated everything, she was at last given some respite.
She nodded when she was explained how she would have to answer by yes and no to the Lieutenant’s questions. She nodded yes to both questions.
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"She had apparently not enough water yet. And make it ten cups this time!" The assistant looked unsure at the lieutenant. Ten cups was two and half liter. The lieutenant impatiently hissed. "Do as you are told!" The assistant poured the required amount in the funnel. He had to wait for Felina to start drinking before he could add the last three cups. The assistant made a mistake, he paused and did not count one cup, so he actually poured eleven cups into Felina's mouth.
The lieutenant slapped Felina with the open hand on her swollen belly, which was now significantly higher than her breast. He let her recover from the impact and having water forced out of her stomach back up into her mouth and the funnel. "You should not have lied. I already told you, that Mr Geoffrey does not know you. So you cannot work for him. Will you continue to lie?" He asked. Of course Felina shook her head. Any other reaction would have surprised him, but he would not hesitate to add five more cups of water to her stomach, if she nodded.
"Did you work for Madame Rouge?" He asked her next.
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Ten cups? Felina could not believe she had heard that. And yet, it was true. She started drinking as soon as the first one was poured into the funnel and the predicament continued for an eternity as she forced herself to pack more water into her bloated belly. Regularly, the internal pressure made her reject some of it, which bursted out of her nose and from the corners of her mouth, yet, most of the water remained. From her stomach it had overflowed into her bowels so that her entire belly was now full. Some brownish water had even started to ooze out of her anus.
It took forever to swallow the 11 cups and in the end she thought she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen. Her head turned, she felt sick and dizzy and her entire abdomen was in agony, as though about to explode. She looked like she was about to give birth to twins. Her skin glistened, covered in sweat and water. When at last she emptied the last mouthful from the funnel, she was so full that the least movement caused water to burst out of her gaping mouth.
She was terrorised by now. She was sure she was going to die drowned. Why did he want to force her to lie? But if that was what he wanted…
So, she shook her head to all three questions, hoping that would lead to the end of that horrible torture.
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"So, you weren't forced to work in the brothel by Madame Rouge?" That had actually been the part of her story, that the lieutenant had thought was most credible, given the state of Felina's body with all the piercing. The lieutenant had also noticed that Felina was at capacity, the water now also leaking out of her ass. He nodded at the guard with the cup, who put the cup down and unlocked the funnel from Felina's mouth.
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As soon as the funnel was removed, water bursted out of mouth and she puked uncontrollable torrents for some time, until her belly had reverted to an 8-month-pregnancy look. She was unable to speak for a moment, coughing and hiccupping, feeling the weight of her bowels, their pressure against her lungs and heart. She felt sick and exhausted and terrified.
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The lieutenant stroked Felina bloated belly. Then he put some pressure on it, to get her attention. "You have not answered my last question. Were you forced to work at Madame Rouge's brothel?"
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Felina puked some more water and groaned in pain from the internal pressure.
"Kind of. I was or'ered to infil'rate her brothel."
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"So, you went to work for her brothel willingly?" The lieutenant was still skeptical, about whether Felina was telling the truth now. Who would want to infiltrate a brothel willingly. "Why did you infiltrate the brothel? On whose orders?"
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Felina was scared that the torture would continue and that she would be unable to stop it because she was gagged. It was time to set her plan to action. She took a deep breath and started her story.
“I lied when I said I was Mr Geoffrey’s servant. In fact, he hired me as a spy, to infiltrate Madame Rouge’s brothel. He wanted me to collect information about her customers, to collect blackmail on his enemies, both political and commercial. Alas, the plan failed as Madame Rouge tried to turn me into a pain whore. Until I managed to escape from her claws, and that was when your men found me.”
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"So, you are a spy and a whore." The lieutenant chuckled. This story was getting better and he wanted to hear, where this all led. "But why did Mr. Geoffrey not intervene on your behalf, when you are his spy? He could just admit that he knew you, he wanted you to be released."
From his man, the lieutenant knew, that they actually had picked up her in front of Mr Geoffrey's house. The councilman could have stopped them right then and there without any big fuss. Why had he risked, that Felina was brought to the keep and interrogated, where she could spill all his secrets, if she really was his spy. The lieutenant concluded that Felina was most likely still lying. Maybe he should let his man work on her and continue the questioning later. He did not seem to get true answers today.
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“I don’t know why. I hoped he would intervene but he chose to betray me. Maybe he did not want to be connected to me. Or he did not want to pay me? Or was it just a convenient way of getting rid of me? Please, don’t torture me any more. I know all of his nasty secrets and I’m ready to tell them all in exchange for my freedom.”, Felina said hastily. Mr Geoffrey would pay for his betrayal, and she would save her life while taking her revenge on him.
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"I don't know, if I can believe you. You lied before. And now you are telling me a different story. I will take a break and we will see, if you still tell me the same story when I return." He nodded to his assistants, before the lieutenant left the room. There were other prisoners to be interrogated.
One assistant pick up a heavy blunt. And her used it with no warning to hit Felina's distended stomach. The other man used a bucket to collect as much as possible of the water, that Felina expelled. They would use it to refill her later. The man attacked her belly with baton, until she had expelled enough water, that she only looked six-months pregnant. Then they forced the funnel back in her mouth and made her drink the foul liquid, until she looked again as if she was nine-months pregnant with at least twins.
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Felina would never have imagined she would feel despair at having the Lieutenant leaving… but that meant she was going to be tortured without any hope of an end, until he returned.
His assistants started by beating her bloated belly with sticks, each hit forcing water out of her mouth and ass. She also began to pee under the torture. The internal pressure decreased, replaced by the pain of the beating. Her distended belly bore the marks of the impacts.
What she did not know was that all the water that had come out had been collected. When they put the funnel back in her mouth, she had to swallow the now foul-tasting liquid again, all in one time. This was horrible. Her urge to puke was even stronger and her life even more miserable. Once again she found herself crushed under her own weight, barely able to breathe as her lungs were compressed by her stomach and utterly exhausted.
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The assistants left the funnel in her mouth this time. Then they picked up the sticks again to beat her belly again. Slowly this time, giving Felina a chance to swallow, what came up her throat, and so she could take a few breaths, before they hit her again.
When the lieutenant finally return, Felina's belly was badly bruised and smaller too compare to before the beating, a lot of the foul mixture had overflow through her mouth and nose. The funnel was pull out from Felina's mouth and the lieutenant asked her. "How did you end up in Madame Rouge's brothel?"
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With the funnel staying in, each time they beat her belly, the content of her stomach burst out of her mouth but most stayed in the funnel, so that she had to swallow it back immediately. Worse, in addition to the pain in her belly, she had to fight asphyxia as she could not breathe until she had absorbed everything. The beating continued for a long time. It took its toll on the helpless prisoner. Pain, screaming, asphyxia, struggling… It was all exhausting for her. Mentally too she was laminated. Blind, she had no way to measure the passage of time.
When the Lieutenant came back, she was barely moving. Even when hit she hardly had the energy left to react. She was entirely focused on swallowing and breathing. Everything else was a luxury she could not afford.
At last they removed the funnel but her mouth remained wide agape, as though she did not understand what was happening. She had difficulty answering the question.
“I was sent… there… on a mission… cough cough cough. By Mr geoffrey… To collect blackmail information. Oooowwww. Got captured and tortured. Escaped.”
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"And why then does Mr Geoffrey not know you?" The lieutenant asked her, stroking over her taut belly and before pressing his index finger in her navel.
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“He knows me… I can prove it. I’ve lived in his house for many years. I can describe every room from his mansion. I can tell you the name of his servants.”
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"I will think about, what you told me. But we will need to continue this conversation another time, I have important work to do." To his assistants the lieutenant said. "Fill her up again, before you bring her back to her cell. He watched, how the funnel was placed in Felina's mouth, before she was made to drink again, until her belly was bigger than it ever had been before. The funnel was extracted from her mouth, followed by a gush of water. A rag was push in Felina's mouth to stop her from loosing more water. Then the bag was pulled completely over her face. The rag and the wet bag made breathing extremely difficult.
The guards undid the restraints holding her to the table and carried her back to the cell. They again chained her with her arms outstretched to the wall, before locking the door. Mel, who had curled up in a corner when she heard the door open, came to Felina's side, pulling the bag off. "What did they do to you? And what did they asked you?" She looked in horror on the huge belly and the bruises.
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Felina let a sigh of relief as she heard the torture session had come to an end. However, as she was left along with the two sadistic assistants, they too the Lieutenant’s orders to the letter. They filled her funnel to the rim twice, letting her a brief pause to breathe in between. Noticing how her anus was now pouring water, they shoved a large balled-up rag up her rectum and topped up the funnel a third time. Felina felt like she would explode as she tried to force more water into her system. Her belly now looked freakishly huge, protruding against her ribcage, overflowing over her flanks and hips, taut to the extreme. She had the impression it was going to burst at the least touch. Her lungs could only fill at half capacity and even her heart seemed to labour. The sensation was overwhelming, worse than anything she had ever gone through as the pain came from the interior of her entire torso.
They tried to add more water but she had reached a limit. The water just burst out of her mouth and nose and she almost drowned from a cup of water she could not get out of the funnel.
“I think she can’t get any more. She is full, as per our orders,” one of the assistants said.
“At least for today. Maybe her bowels will stretch more if given more time,” his comrade responded.
On that, they packed two more rags up her ass, and one into her mouth before strapping the bag over her head. They released her from the table but Felina was just too exhausted and too heavy to move. She remained on the table like a beached whale, fighting for her life as she tried to bring a bit of air to her compressed lungs. As they sat her up, then helped her to stand, all the weight in her organs shifted its weight with a loud sloshing noise and she puked into her gag.
She was unable to walk and the guards had to carry her obese-looking body all the way to her cell, where she was chained to the wall as earlier. Felina felt nauseous. She wanted to die. The bag had been tied so tight she could not push the rag out of her mouth. Her anus was stuffed as well, so that there was only a trickle of water coming out of her.
Thankfully, Melissa was still here, and her arms were free. She pulled the bag off the bloated woman’s head, and pulled the rag out. Immediately, a torrent of water exploded out of her mouth. In her sitting position, her bowels were compressed, adding to the internal pressure. She puked water for a long time, flooding the cell floor, soaking the straw. It was a pitiful sight to behold as she hiccuped and vomited, barely able to take breaths.
The pukefall ended only after her belly had halved its volume. She now looked like she only had a watermelon in her belly instead of two. She still looked very much like a beached whale. She was obviously exhausted, panting and shivering.
She tried to speak but her tongue ring had been pushed out of her mouth by the water pressure and her tongue now dangled on her chin. The ring was too heavy and too big to be pulled back into her mouth. As such, she could hardly speak.
“‘y ash. ‘eaje ‘e’eaje ‘y ash,” she uttered, her chin resting on her chest. Water continued to burst out of her mouth regularly. She was also peeing continuously, although it was more water than urine at this point.
- Three big rags balled up her rectum
- Bloated with water
- Thick collar
- Ankle and wrist shackles
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring, sitting inside her mouth
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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When Felina tried to speak, Mel looked helplessly at Felina. "What are you trying to say? I don't understand." Mel approached Felina trying to get as little water as possible on herself. Felina repeated her plea and Mel thought, she heard Felina say my ass. "There is something in your ass?" Mel asked. "Should I take it out?"
Mel leaned next to Felina, bracing herself against the wall, trying to push a hand between Felina's body an the wall. "You need to lift your butt, I can't reach it otherwise." Finally, Mel felt a corner of a rug, that was hanging out of Felina's anus, she pulled on it and it popped out. Mel wanted to move away, but Felina shook her head and moaned. "There is more?"
Mel pushed her finger again under Felina, looking for more. Mel shuddered, when her fingers brushed against Felina's pussy rings. "I don't feel anything. Is inside?" Mel tried as gently as possible to push two fingers inside Felina's ass. "I am sorry." Mel mumbled, when Felina moaned.
Mel felt another rag and tried to pull, but Felina's intestines did not want to let it go. Mel pushed also her thumb inside to get a better grip. Finally she managed to get a good enough hold to extract the second rag. Mel was panting and sweating from the exertion by now. But Felina still insisted to do it again. "There is a third one?"
Mel probed Felina's ass again, but she could not fell anything with her finger all the way in. And she was not so cruel as Polly and could not bring heself to push her hand deeper into Felina, while she was moaning in pain. Mel pulled her fingers out and looked with tears in her eyes at the suffering cell mate, when she gave up. "I am sorry, but I cannot find it."
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Felina tried to stand up to give Melissa an easier access to her butt but her legs were too weak to carry her weight now. She just spread her legs as far as possible while sliding her back down the wall until she was hanging by her parted arms. This allowed Melissa to reach into her rectum and pull out two of the three pieces of rag.
Felina was still bloated, cramps twisting her bowels so that she was continuously grimacing from the pain. Had she not been chained to the wall, she would have gone on all four to let all the remaining water exit from her mouth but that was impossible.
She winced and crispated her entire body, trying to expel the rag ball. She felt it slide down, helped by the immense pressure. Suddenly the rag popped out, followed by an endless waterfall that flooded the entire cell, passed under the door and spread into the hallway. All along Felina moaned as though she was giving birth as her bowels were knotted with painful spasms.
- Thick collar
- Ankle and wrist shackles
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring, sitting inside her mouth
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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"How much water did they force into you?" Mel asked wide eyed, while she was standing to avoid getting the water on her. But since the whole floor was flooded, that was impossible.
There were boots coming along the corridor. Then there were some agitated voices outside the cell door. The door was unlocked and an angry sergeant stormed in the cell, splashing water everywhere. "What are you two doing, you are flooding the corridor." He grabbed Mel by the hair and flung her in the corridor. "Start cleaning." He then saw that Felina was looked to the wall. He used his key to free her arms and then shoved out the cell too.
In the corridor Mel was kneeling on the floor looking around. "What are you waiting for clean this mess. Use your hair and tongue, if you have to." There were also two other guards and a hooded naked female prisoner, whose red hair came out under the bag. One guard grabbed Mel's head and pushed her face first on the ground. Tears rolling down her face, Mel began reluctantly to lick the floor. The sergeant kicked Felina. "What are you waiting for help her."
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Felina was dragged out of the cell by her hair and thrown on the wet floor of the corridor. She still felt so weak and nauseous. Even though her belly was deflated, it still contained a lot of water that sloshed noisily inside her. She crawled on her hands and knees, her ring-weighted tongue dangling from her mouth, quite useless to lick anything from the floor but the redheaded thief pretended she was doing something useful. Her filthy hair soaked up the water as she crawled around.
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"Bring her to her cell!" The sergeant told the second guard and pointed at the hooded woman, who was standing frightened in the corridor, not knowing what was going on around her. She gave a little start, when she was grabbed by the elbow, but she walked away willingly, presumably away from the ire of the sergeant.
The sergeant saw Felina's useless attempts of licking floor. He stepped on her back with one foot, pressing her against the floor. "Come on, whore. Lick up your filth."
At Felina's side, Mel tried her best to follow the sergeant's orders and was slurping noisily at the pool of foul water.
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Lying on her belly against the dirty, wet stone floor, Felina’s tongue dragged in the moisture, its ring rattling. The place had not been cleaned in years and reeked of all the filth brought by countless prisoners’ and guards’ feet. Still Felina tried to suck some of the moisture to avoid being punished. She had suffered too much for a day, or even for a year. Along her side, Melissa was doing her best too and was much more efficient with her free tongue.
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"Much better, but you made your cell mate drink the majority of your mess." The sergeant lifted Felina's head and forced her to look at Melissa, who was still licking the floor. The other woman was gagging and retching, desperately trying not to vomit, because she was sure, that the sick sergeant would make her lick it up again. "Maybe I should make you clean the entire corridor with your tongue as punishment?" The sergeant told Felina.
But he let go of her hair. "That's enough! Back in your cell!" Mel crawled back into the damp cell, from which most of the water had drained in the meantime. When the door was closed behind Felina, Melissa crawled to the small hole in the back and retched, letting out a long stream of water. When she was finished, she curled up on the floor and sobbed. "That was the most disgusting thing I ever had to do. I will just want it to stop. I will confess to anything, any crime, the next time they come."
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Felina dragged her exhausted body to the now moist straw and dropped herself onto it, feeling sorry for the poor Melissa who was throwing up into the drain hole. She pushed her tongue back into her mouth so that she could speak.
“The bastards! Did they arrest all the redheads in town? And they are going to torture them until one of them breaks and confesses something she has not done? That’s crazy!”
When Melissa felt better, she came to sit on the straw, next to Felina. The thief, who now felt a little better, sat up against the wall too. She looked at Mel with inquisitive eyes, trying to see if she could trust her.
“Mel, I can’t guarantee anything… but we’ll wait until there is less movement on the other side of the door. That will mean it’s night. Then we’ll try to escape from this place.”
- Thick collar
- Ankle and wrist shackles
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring, sitting inside her mouth
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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Melissa looked at Felina with puffy eyes. "How? We are locked into this cell. They only ever take us out to torture us. I don't even know, in which direction the exit is. They have always put a bag over my head. What happens if they catch us, what will they do to us then?"
Mel slumped against the wall. It was hopeless, the only way out was to confess and hope the punishment was not too severe. Tears formed again in her eyes. see
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“You are right… It’s not going to be easy…” Felina said, not wanting to give more details.
She tried to rest as well as she could, massaging her limbs, flexing her body from time to time. But mostly, she was listening to what happened on the other side of the door. She counted how many guards passed and in which direction, if they had prisoners with them or not. It was easy to tell the guards from the prisoners because the former had boots and the latter were barefoot. She noticed that the prisoners usually walked when they went to the right and were carried, whimpering, when they went to the left.
Usually, the guards would bring a prisoner back to her cell and soon after pass with a fresh one. Then some time would pass, as they interrogated her. Each time they approached their cell, both women tensed, afraid that their door would open and of them would be carried to the torture chamber. Thankfully, there were other girls to question.
At some point, the pattern was broken. The guards passed, carrying a moaning prisoner. There was the sound of a cell door opening and closing, and then the guards did not come back. That meant the exit was to the left. Felina knew everything she needed to, by now.
“OK, the night has come. It’s time to go,” she whispered to her cell companion.
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Mel rubbed her eyes, she had fallen asleep and was awoken by Felina's word. "How do you know that? And how do we get out of the cell, the door is locked. The guards do not come, when we call them, I have tried that when they put me in the cell for the first time. They just ignore us."
Felina's observation had been correct, it was now night time and the interrogations had stopped. Also all the guards had left this level of the dungeon. Outside the cell door was a corridor with a dozen similar doors. Around a corner on the left was indeed a staircase that went up and down.
Two floors up the stairs ended in locked iron gate. In the room beyond was a guard. The guard had been drinking, as this was one of the most boring duties. He wasn't here to guard the locked up prisoners, but to open the iron gates, if a new prisoner arrived at night. Thus, he was sleeping with his head in the table, snoring. His empty mug was standing next to his head. At the other end of the dungeon's anteroom was another locked iron gate with a stair beyond, that led to the ground level of the keep.
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While Melissa was still asleep, Felina had pulled her pick tools from the back of her hair. She started to pick the door keyhole, which did not resist her for a long time. The lock was rather basic as it was expected the prisoners would have nothing on them, or even be restrained.
Felina quietly pushed the door, just enough to pass her head. Everything was clear. She opened the door, motioned Mel to get out, and she closed the door, without relocking it. She wondered whether she should free the other prisoners but that would take too much time and would make them all noisier and more noticeable.
“Be silent now. Silence is our best ally,” she whispered to Mel. “Follow me.”
Felina and Melissa climbed the stairs, making almost no sound on their bare feet. They reached the grate. Felina looked around the room and saw nobody else, beyond the drunk guard. Again she used her picks to unlock the grate. That one was a bit harder, in particular as she had to be extra careful not to make a noise that could wake up the snoring guard. She worked by touch alone, keeping her eyes poised on the gaoler. If he were to move or stop snoring, she was ready to hurry back next to Mel, where he could not see them.
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Mel observed Felina work on the cell door, which then was slowly opened by Felina. "How do you know to do that." She whispered to Felina. Then realisation dawned on her. "You are the thief, they are looking for." For a moment Mel was angry at the other woman for indirectly being responsible for her misery. But the moment passed and Melissa did as she was instructed and followed Felina up the stairs.
When Felina unlocked the grate at the top of the stairs, there was a loud click and the guard grunted in his sleep. But he did not wake up and he was soon snoring regularly. The next grate would be a bit trickier because, the man was sitting on the table, so that he would directly look at the grate, if he was not asleep. To unlock it Felina would have to sneak around him and work with her back to him.
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Felina looked at the drunk guard. Asleep, he was an easy prey but she really want to kill someone? She was not sure. Maybe she could knock him unconscious with his tin mug? This would make sure he would not wake up at the worst moment…
She studied him better. He wore no helmet and looked very much asleep. Knocking him out should not pose much of a problem. Moreover, she could then take his clothes to cover herself and Melissa. She tiptoed closer to him, trying to see if there was anything that could go awry.
Upon reaching him from behind, she took the heavy tin mug as quietly as possible. It was empty, of course, the gaoler considered a full mug an heresy that had to be fixed immediately. She brandished it above the man’s head and crashed it down as hard as she could on the back of his head. She did not want to kill him, only to knock him out for the next hour or so. She was also ready to slow his fall to dampen the noise it made.
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The man sleeping man's hand was still around the mug, but he only grunted softly, when Felina lifted the mug out of his fingers.
When the tin mug connected with his head, guard's body grew limp and he started to slide to the side. The guard was heavy and Felina had trouble to catch his full weight. One of his arms swipe of the table and pushed a plate to ground with shattered on the ground. From the top of the stairs Felina could hear steps. Then another guard shouted down. "Hey Diego, are you alright?" Then a second voice could be heard. "The drunk probably passed out again. Let him be. The sergeant will wake him at shift change in the morning." There was some laughter and the steps went away. a chair scraped over the floor, when the guards sat down again to continue play cards in the reserve room, which was right next to the stairs down to the dungeon.
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Felina’s heat almost stopped to beat at the ruckus the rattling plate caused. But then everything calmed down and now she had more information about where the other guards were.
She rolled the guard on his back and quickly pulled his shirt and pants. His boots were too large to be useful, but she put on the other clothes, rolling up their sleeves and legs. Before putting the pants on, she pushed the clitoris bell deeper into her ass to silence it. Now, with the pants on, there would be no risk it fell out. She also took the guard’s belt with his dagger on it, a pouch holding some money and a few keys that would open the keep doors.
The guard also had a kind of scarf around his neck. She threw it at Melissa so that she could use it as a loincloth. She approached her companion to reassure her.
“Mel, things are going to get more dangerous now. You can choose. Either go back to our cell and wait, or come with me. But if you come with me, you must do exactly what I say and when I say it. Do not try to betray me. The last time a girl betrayed me while we tried to escape, she ended up punished even worse than me. It was really not worth it. Stick with me and we’ll soon be free. What do you decide?”
Felina then moved to the next grate door and used the key to unlock it. She looked up the stairs to plan the next phase of her evasion.
- Large shirt and pants.
- Belt with a dagger, a money pouch and a key ring.
- Thick collar
- Ankle and wrist shackles
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring, sitting inside her mouth
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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Melissa came around the corner and spotted the guard lying on the ground. "Did you kill him?" She whispered.
When Felina gave her ultimatum, Mel was quick to reassure her, that she would stick to Felina's plan. "I want to get out of here as much as you. I won't betray you, I promise." She took the scarf. Then she pointed to the helmet of the guard, which was lying on a chair. "Aren't you going to take it to cover your hair?"
The guard upstairs could be heard loudly playing cards. They could see out the door into the corridor, but the corridor was not well lit, so it was hard to see, who exactly was passing by the door. In the corridor were also some quarters of the guards with boots in different sizes standing in front the doors.
The corridor led to the courtyard in the center of the keep. Across the yard was the gatehouse with the gate, that was of course closed at night time.
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Felina smiled at Mel, gently touching her cheek in a reassuring caress.
“Don’t worry, he’ll wake up in a couple of hours, with a huge headache, “ she whispered.
She did not take the helmet as she did not like to have something heavy and noisy on her head. The two girls sneaked up the stairs and Felina quickly came with a plan after she saw what was next.
“We’ll sneak past the guardroom, one by one. Don’t worry, they are blinded by their lanterns and too busy to notice us if we go by swiftly and silently. Just make sure to stick to the far wall and make no noise. See how I do it and imitate me.”
Felina went first, doing as she had said. If she made it safe to the other side of the guardroom, she would glance into the dormitories to see if there was anyone, and if they were empty, whether they could get more clothes there.
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Felina passed the door without any troubles, but when Melissa moved past the door, one guard saw the movement beyond the doorway. Assuming that is was the guard form downstairs, he called out. "Hey man. Did you wake up and have to take a piss? Don't let the sergeant see you, you know that he doesn't like us to abandon our posts." Then he turned his attention back to the card game on the table.
Mel's whole body was shaking, after the guard had seen her, but mistaken for another guard.
They could hear some loud snoring coming form behind the doors of the dormitories. Though there were boots, helmets and some cloaks hanging in the corridor. The door to the courtyard had a window and they could glance outside. They could see guards patrolling on top of the walls and also two guards standing on the other side of the yard next to the gate. Mel pointed to the guards and raised her eye to silently asked Felina, what they should do about the guards.
Mel had an idea of her own, waving her hand to get Felina's attention. Mel pointed first to a helmet then Felina's head. Then Melissa placed her arms behind her own back like they where locked together. She turned her back to Felina and pushed her wrist against Felina's hand. She waited to see, if Felina had understood her idea of her playing a prisoner escorted by Felina, impersonating a guard, across the courtyard to reach the gate.
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Felina shook her head. That was not a good idea. Why would a guard lead a naked prisoner out of the keep in the middle of the night? That would only attract attention. Instead, she pointed at the boots, the cloaks and helmets. Herself, she tried the smallest boots and put them on, even if they were still a bit too large for her, they would do. She put on a cloak which would hide her silhouette. She hid her pick tools in her hair again, before tying them up into a bun. She hid everything under a helmet. The only thing that worried her was her nose ring, that was so obvious in the middle of her face. She would have to avoid being seen face to face by the guards.
Meanwhile, Melissa had done the same. The cloak went down to the middle of her legs, which were naked down to the boots. Hopefully, in the darkness, that piece of naked skin would remain in the shadow of the cloak. Felina had an idea. She reached into Mel’s cloak and too the scarf that the girl had used a loincloth. She wrapped it around her lower face, thus hiding her nose ring. The scarf now smelled of the gaoler’s sweat and Mel’s pussy but it was better than being detected.
Felina looked again through the window. Crossing the yard should make no problem. From above and afar, they would look like two guards. The critical point was the gate. Of course, at night it was closed. But Felina knew that beside the big gate used for carts and horses, there was a smaller postern used by pedestrians. One of her keys had to open it and it might allow them to get out without passing too close from the sentinels.
She carefully looked at each of her keys, memorising their shapes and trying to visualise the shape of their corresponding keyhole. Once at the postern, she would have only a few seconds to choose the correct key…
The two girl walked to the entrance and waited for a cloud to cover the moon before crossing the yard.
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Mel looked for a pair boots and helmet, that would her fit, but she found no helmet that would not immediately slide forward and cover her eyes. She took one of the cloaks and pulled hood over her head to hide her long hair. She nodded at Felina, that she was ready.
When they stepped out into the courtyard, the guards near the gate glanced at them, but continued their conversation. The women quickly began walk to the gatehouse. Mel whispered to Felina. "It's working!" Then there came the voice of the sergeant behind them. "Where do you think are you going with her?" The sergeant had been standing next to another door in the courtyard, where he had been difficult to spot in the shadows. But now he was standing in the open, gesturing to Felina to bring the prisoner to him. The sergeant was still thinking, that Felina was a guard. "Why is she wearing a cloak and shoes? You must be one of the new recruits. But also you should know that prisoner are supposed to have a bag over their heads outside of the cells. Now, hurry along! The commander is waiting for her to be brought to his quarters for the night." The sergeant turned and walked through the door into the officer's office and quarters wing. In the door, he looked over his shoulder to see, if they were following him. Across the yard the other guards had stopped talking and were looking at them, some guards on the walls also had stopped, when they had heard the sergeant's voice.
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Felina cursed inwardly. Melissa should have put on the helmet. Stupid girl! Now everything was going awry. She had to think fast to find a solution.
Taking her most low voice, she grunted something that could pass for an excuse or a curse. With her ringed tongue, she could not speak normally and that would be immediately noticed. She grabbed Melissa’s shoulder and made her turn on her heels to go back to the keep.
“Shht, I’ll find a solution. Keep calm and follow my lead,” she whispered as she started walking towards the Sergeant. Hopefully, now that he had seen them coming his way, he would continue to lead the way towards the officer’s wing. Her instinct was to save her own life and abandon Melissa but she could not find the heart to do it. Not before she was sure there was no alternative. She would have to improvise on the way.
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The sergeant led them into the officer's wing, where beyond the entrance a large room served as office and common room for the officers of the guard. The lieutenant, who had been conduction Felina's interrogation, was sitting on a table talking with another officer. The sergeant nodded at the two officers and led the two woman pasted them up a stair. The lieutenant locked a bit longer at Felina and frowned, but then turned back to the conversation with the other man.
The commanders private quarters were at the end of a short corridor on the upper floor. The sergeant knocked on the door, he turned to Felina. "Take her cape and shoes off!" He opened the door, when there was answer form inside. "Sir, please excuse the delay. Here is a woman as requested." The sergeant grabbed Melissa by the arm and shoved her into the room. Melissa looked back, seeking help form Felina. "Please. No." The sergeant closed the door in her face and Melissa's plea were muffled by the door. Then there was the sound of slap, Melissa screamed and she began to cry.
If Felina wanted to walk away, the sergeant would inform her, that they would wait in the corridor, until the commander was finished.
The sergeant leaned at the wall, apparently immune to the noise coming from behind the door. "First time?" He asked Felina, mistaking her odd behavior for being new guard. "I mean bringing one of the prisoners to an officer." He looked at Felina. "Maybe if she is not to used, I will have ride on her too. And you can have her after me." The sergeant laughed.
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Felina did her best to hide her nervousness as she waited outside the Commander’s door. She kept her back totally or halfway turned to the Sergeant, pretending to be looking out of the window. She answered with low-voices grunts. She looked down the window but they were too high above the ground to jump.
At some point she grumbled something, pointing at her crotch as if she needed to go to the restroom and headed for the staircases. There was nothing she could do to help Mel at this point. In fact, if she managed to escape, that might prove that she was the thief they were looking for and all the redheads would be released.
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"Soldier, stay here. That's an order. No, piss breaks while waiting for the commander to finish." The sergeant hissed. He studied the guard in front of him, his behavior was odd and his build was small and thin. This really must be a fresh recruit. "Relax man, this is completely normal, that we take advantage of the prisoners. What should they do, call the guards?" The sergeant grinned showing his teeth. "Why don't you take her afterwards, so that you see, that this is no problem at all."
The grunting and screaming inside the room stopped. The door opened and the commander looked out. "I am done with her, you can take her back."
"Sir, if I may." The sergeant pointed at Felina. " He is new and hasn't had the chance yet to experience the benefits of this job." The commander smiled. "Be my guest." He stepped aside. So Felina could see Melissa bent over a large desk, her legs apart and the fresh cum from the commander leaking out of her pussy. Her ass had fresh welts and she was sobbing silently. The sergeant gave Felina push on the back, making her stumble in the room. "There, have at it." Both the sergeant and the commander looked expectantly at heritage. The commander said."Take your cock out and fuck her like a man."
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Felina did not dare to disobey a direct order, that would only bring more problems, so she waited, wondering how all this was going to end. She continued to act taciturn, grumbling and grunting. Until the Commander opened his door.
Then came the strangest request as she was asked to rape her cell mate. Felina entered the room, her mind churning fast. She approached Melissa from behind and pressed herself against her butt. Then she pretended to rummage into her pants, as if she were pulling her cock out. Then, with a grunt, she pushed her hips forward, as she was penetrating Mel’s pussy from behind. Her left hand held her waist while her right one was against her crotch, pushing two fingers inside the gaping and cum-filled vagina. She made sure her coat was covering most of what she was doing.
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Melissa felt someone stand behind her. She turned her head and was confused, it was Felina in her disguise. What the other woman did next confused her even more. "What are you..." Felina shoved two fingers in her already sore vagina. "Argh... Stop. Please, it hurts." Melissa wailed and began to struggle on the table.
Both watching men laughed at Mel's attempts to resist the new recruit. "See, how good that feels." The sergeant told Felina. Melissa's struggling help to sell the illusion that Felina's was raping her with a real penis made out of flesh and blood.
Melissa gave up her struggles and accepted that she was also abused by her former cellmate, while the others watched.
When Felina had finished, she got a pad on her back by the commander, that almost knocked her helmet off. "Well done, soldier, I bet you have a mighty sword in your pants." The commander laughed. "Now take her back to the dungeon."
When Melissa and Felina, the sergeant closely behind them, descended the stairs, they saw, that there was another guard with a bagged, female prisoner standing in front of the desk of the lieutenant. "Sir, I am telling you, that I am supposed to bring this prisoner for the commander. I don't know who the other guard is, that already brought a prisoner." They both turned to luck at group on the stairs. The lieutenant, who already had been suspicious of the small guard, pointed at Felina. "Who are you?"
If Felina tried to mumble and grunt an answer, the lieutenant would not be satisfied. "Take off that scarf and talk louder!"
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Felina felt sorry for Mel. The poor girl had been raped so often that even two fingers touching the entrance of her vagina was enough to hurt her. However, her reaction was perfect to support her act. The false guard pretended to fuck her harder, humping her hips against Mel’s buttocks. She was now holding her cell mate with both hands so that her thrusts only pushed her against the table. This was a very strange sensation for Felina.
She knew from experience that most men could not last more than a few humps, so she soon froze and grunted louder, faking a powerful orgasm. This was not the first time she did it… but she had never done it while pretending to be male.
Anyway, her performance was good enough to earn her a pat in the back and more time in character. They might make it!
Alas, all crumbled to pieces as they met another guard leading a prisoner to the Commander. Very bad timing. When Felina saw that her grunts did not satisfy the Sergeant, she understood all was lost now. She leaped down the last steps and ran as fast as she could out of the building, heading for the gate. She was already preparing the key ring. She would only have a few seconds to unlock the postern.
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All the men were surprised, when Felina jumped to action. The sergeant, who was standing behind her on the stairs, tried to grab her, his hand missed the cloak by mere centimeter. When he tried to storm after her, Mel tripped him and the man crashed down the stairs. The lieutenant shouted for Felina to be stopped. "Stop him!" But Felina was already out the door of the officer's wing.
The lieutenant's shouts had alerted the two guards in the courtyard. But they just looked dumbfounded, as Felina came bounding out the door. Her helmet fell off and her red hair was streaming behind her, as she crossed the yard to the gatehouse. She reached gateway, that led to the postern, when more shouts started to raise the alarm in the keep.
In front of Felina was the last door that separated her from freedom. Unfortunately none of the keys, she stole from the guard in the dungeon, would fit in the lock. Felina was now trapped in the passageway, as there was no time to pick the lock before the guards would reach her.
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Felina ran like her life depended on it. She was swifter than most normally but was somewhat encumbered by the too-large boots. Yet, this was enough to distance her pursuers and reach the postern. She looked at the keyhole but it not seem to fit any of her keys. Still she tried them all feverishly, only to realise that they were indeed not working.
In panic, she turned around, looking for another escape route, looking like a rabbit surrounded by dogs.
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The postern was located in a two meter long tunnel through the thick walls of the keep. With no way of opening the door, Felina had no other choice than to go back into the courtyard, where her pursuers were already close in quickly, if she did not wanted to be dragged out of the tunnel like a wild animal out of its burrow. In the courtyard, there was a stair up to the walls, but on the wall were guards looking down on her. From the officer's wing came the lieutenant and the sergeant, who was pulling Mel by her hair, followed by the second officer, the guard and the other prisoner. From the door, which led to the entrance of the dungeon came the guards, who had been playing cards, had heard the alarm. There were some other doors in the courtyard, but Felina had no way of knowing, where they led or if they were even open.
The lieutenant looked at her. "Impressive, you almost made it out. But now you must see that you can't escape from here. Give up now and she won't be punished for escaping." He pointed at Melissa, who was now kneeling in front of the sergeant, his hand having a strong grip in her hair.
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Felina looked around, in all directions. There were guards looking at her or walking towards her everywhere. Melissa was looking at her with pleading eyes. The situation was hopeless.
She lifted her arms in the air.
“Don’t hur’ her. I surren’er,” she said, feeling desperate. What would happen now? She had failed her best chance… and there might not be anyother…
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"Wise decision. Secure her arms!" The lieutenant said to the guards. Then he turned to the sergeant. "You can let go off her hair now." The sergeant was still angry on Mel, about her tripping him up on the stairs. But he was not so stupid to defy an direct order, there would be enough time to get some revenge later.
The commander came out the officer's wing. "What's going here?" He saw Felina. In any other situation his surprised look Felina might have found comical too. "He.. She is a woman, but I have just seen her fuck a prisoner." He looked at the lieutenant for an explanation, but when he got none, he simply said. "You seem to have everything under control, Lieutenant." The commander turned around and vanished inside the building.
Some guards snickered, but shut up when the gaze of the sergeant settled on them. The lieutenant gave a few quick orders. He pointed at Melissa and the other prisoner. "Take them back to the dungeon, Sergeant. And look for the guard, whose clothes she is wearing." He turned towards Felina and the guards holding her arms. "Take her up to the wall!"
The lieutenant followed them up the steps to the top of the wall. They walked along the wall, until they were at a section, where a gallows was hanging out over the wall. "Prepare the frame!" He order the guards, who followed him. He turned to Felina. "Take off the clothes and boots, you won't be needing them." The guards standing at Felina's side were ready to assist her, if she was to slow to comply.
In the meantime the beam was swung over the walls. A the metal frame, that was handing from a chain at the end of the beam, was lowered to the walkway. When Felina was naked, she was told to lie down into the frame. The bars on the top half had need unscrewed. They were replaced on top of her chest and abdomen. Her collar was locked to the frame, as were her wrist at her hips. The bar that went under her breasts had a second part that went above her breast, then the screws left and right were tightened and her breasts were squeezed between the two metal bars.
Her legs were secured to hinged bars that ran down the outside her legs. Three restraints anchored her legs to the bars on either side. One mid thigh, one just below her knee and one at her ankle. Under her soles was a second hinge connected to a shorter arm which met with is counter part under Felina's crotch. Her legs were pushed apart to about 75 degrees. A guard adjusted a pole, that was connected to the two shorted legs, so that its tip was pushing deep inside Felina's sex. Due to the setup of the hinges the pole would be pushed deeper inside her vagina, if Felina tried to close her legs.
When the thief was secured in the frame, it was put upright. Before it was lifted and swung over the crenelations, all the screws and bolts were checked and if necessary they were turned more. The screws crushing her tits between the metal bars were given another full turn. Then Felina was hanging seven meters above the moat at the outside the city wall. She was swing and turning slowly. The lieutenant waited for her to face him. "You get to spend some time at the fresh air, before we talked again." He left her as did the guards, who returned to their posts. Felina turned slowly facing away from the wall again, she could look over the dark landscape and see in the moonlight that at the horizon large clouds started forming.
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Felina had expected to be brought back down to the dungeons and was surprised when they actually led her to the top of the wall. But then she saw the horrible contraption that had been hoisted from the outside, the famous Raping Gibbet. She shuddered at its sight but at that point there was nothing she could do. She was surrounded, naked and held tight. She lay down inside the human-shaped cage, her legs wide apart and the top was screwed in place. Rusty, thick, square-shaped bars pressed against her flesh all around her body, forcing her in an inverted Y.
The worst was yet to come though. Her breasts were trapped between two bars and squeezed until Felina’s eyes bulged out of her head and she moaned in agony. To distract her from the torture of her breasts, a metal cock was pushed half-way up her vagina and connected to a mechanism attached to her legs. Finally, the Sergeant approached, yanked on her nose ring to force her to open her mouth. He grabbed the tongue ring and pulled it out. He attached a one-foot-long chain to it to make sure she would never be able to pull her tongue back in.
After an ultimate tightening of all the screws, the gibbet was hoisted over the crenels and lowered on the other side, hanging from a ring attached just above the head cage. As soon as she was vertical, Felina understood all the cruelty of the leg mechanism. Gravity pulled naturally on her legs but if she allowed them to get closer from each other, the metal cock was pushed up her vagina. She had to keep her legs wide apart to avoid raping herself. How long could she keep her legs apart, although they were weighed down by the cage surrounding them? She tried to complain but her tongue, now stretched down by the combination of its ring and the chain attached to it, prevented her speaking and even just closing her mouth. The chain rattled against the cage bars in front of her torso.
The gibbet came to a halt with a jolt. Felina could not avoid her legs to jerk, ramming the thick dildo up her vagina, eliciting another moan of agony. At the same time, the bell popped out of her anus and yanked on her clitoris. She was abandoned in that terrible position, stark naked in the chill of the night. Her arms were locked against her flanks. The only parts of her body she could move tortured her if she did it. Worse, even if she somehow found a way to release herself, it would only be to fall to her death. The prospect of staying like that under a thunderstorm was even more frightening.
She screamed, called, rattled her shackles against the gibbet but there was no pity to expect from guards she had ridiculed with her nearly successful escape attempt.
- Enclosed inside a gibbet that fuck her vagina if she closes her legs.
- Thick collar
- Ankle and wrist shackles
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring, sitting inside her mouth
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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When the clouds moved closer and started to obscure the stars, as they grew higher into the ski, the wind started to pick up and the chain creaked as Felina began to swing around again. The first lightning could be seen crackling through the clouds followed by a thunderclap. Then the first cold rain drop hit Felina's face. It was soon followed by many more. The guards, who had been standing on the wall, retreated into the watchtowers.
Then the storm had arrived, the wind pushed against Felina, making the frame dance in the wind. There were several nearby lighting bolts, that left ghost images on Felina's retina for several seconds. The thunder was deafening. And Felina could hear and feel the static electricity crackling in the air and hairs began to raise from her mane.
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Felina was freezing in her cage. There was no way she could warm herself as her skin touched cold metal everywhere and the gibbet provided absolutely no protection against the weather. The wind grew stronger, causing her cage to swing and spin. She no longer had the strength to keep her legs apart. The metal cock was now resting against her cervix, the weight of her legs, still about 20° apart, now serving to punch it against the back of her vagina.
The wind grew stronger and colder, soon followed by an icy rain. Felina screamed again, terrorised. Hanging in the middle of the thunderstorm was a terrifying experience. Nobody could hear her screams as they were covered by the howls of the winds and the crack of the lightnings. She swung madly now, and spun so fast that she was totally disoriented. The rain hit her naked skin like thousands of needles. She was constantly blinder either by too much darkness or too much light.
The gibbet began to vibrate and Felina felt it crackling against her wet skin. Green lights sometimes gleamed around the cage. What was that wizardry? It plunged the helpless thief into a completely irrational terror. She kicked and screamed and shook her head, even though she could not rival with the noise of the elements. She wanted to be hoisted out. She wanted to escape those cold green flames that licked her prison. It no longer mattered that she was pumping the dildo up and down her pussy in her frantic attempt to run away, to fly away with her legs.
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There was a flash and a simultaneous loud bang. The whole keep itself seemed to shake, when a lightning bolt hit its highest tower. Less then fifteen meters from Felina. The lightning split a corner stone and splinters fell down into water of the moat. After the violent electric discharge the green lights licking on Felina disappeared. But the storm still raged around Felina and the raindrops turned into small ice ball. The hail lasted not long, but in the two minutes Felina was bombarded with hundreds, if not thousand of ice crystals.
After the hail, the worst of the storm had passed, but it continued to rain and there was still a strong wind making the frame constantly turn and swing.
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The vibrations continued to grow in intensity and the green lights became brighter. There were some abominable seconds when the chain dangling from Felina’s tongue seemed to catch fire. There was a deafening explosion of noise and light and the ghostly green spirits disappeared, replaced by a deluge of ice. The redhead had the impression that her skin was being peeled off her flesh. She no longer felt her toes. The dildo was pushed all the way up her vagina, crushing her and stretching her cervix but she was too paralyzed by terror to think of spreading her legs.
The huge black cloud went away as fast as it had arrived. Felina’s shivering body was but a weather vane spinning in the howling winds that whirled madly as they hit the keep wall. And in the middle of the roar of the tempest could be heard a high-pitched chime that seemed to defy the thunderstorm, it was the clitoris bell and chain that rang and rattled, bouncing against the gibbet bars.
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It seemed like hours until the weather calmed down, and it was just raining. A continuous down stream of water droplets,which soaked Felina to the bones.
The rain continued until the early morning hours, only stopping when the morning sky in the east was already bright red. But by the time, when the first sun rays hit the top of the keep, the last clouds had dissolved. And the birds announced the start of a beautiful day. There was a shadow passing over Felina and the melodic bird song was interrupted by the croaking of a crow and the flapping of its wings, as the big black bird landed on the beam above Felina's head. The bird cocked his head to one side and a tiny eye studied the strange being hanging below it. Around the tower more crows were gliding through the air.
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Felina shivered continuously, drenched, frozen to the bones. She looked at the sunrise apathetically, wishing it would move faster. She hoped its rays would warm her up after that horrible night. At the moment, it was too low to have any effect.
However, the light woke the birds. A loud croak just above her head made her start. The bars around her head kept her head quite immobile but she managed to angle it up enough to look above her, and she met the black eye of a crow. It looked at her with interest and more of its kind were already circling above the gibbet, trying to assess if their food was read or if it was still alive.
Felina tried to move to scare it but apart from flapping her legs, which only tortured her raw pussy some more, the cage was so tight against her body that she could move much. Besides, the crows were used to the gibbet. They knew that its prisoners were always totally helpless.
A shudder ran down her spine.
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The crow croaked again, then it flapped its wing and lifted in the air. It made a turned a passed so close by that Felina felt the air move. The bird made another pass, before it tried to land on the bars on Felina's legs. The bird flapped its wings, until it got a grip with is claws. The bird was fascinated by the chain and the bell at its end, which was sparkling in the morning soon. In the meantime other crows had come closer, two were sitting on the beam and another tried to land on Felina's front on claw gripping the chain pulling on the tongue the other on her breast, that had been crushed between metal bars for ours and had swollen considerable. The sharp claws digging into the taut flesh. The crow on her leg pecked at the bell, then it grabbed it with its peak and pulled.
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Felina shuddered as the crow landed on her leg, its talons digging into her thigh. She was about to scare it when another one landed on her inflamed breast, its wing flapping against her face. She moaned from the pain and tried to shake her torso but her breasts were trapped so securely that she could not move them. Besides, her tongue had just been stretched even longer.
At that moment, her clit bell rang loudly and then she felt a sharp yank on her clitoris. She moaned again and moved her legs, ramming her cunt brutally, but hoping it would scare the crow away. If those birds were attracted to shiny metal, she was in a very bad spot.
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Felina's loud moan and movement scare the crows away. But it was only a few minutes before the next bird landed on her breast. This one was interested at her nipple ring. Another bird landed on her shoulder, begin to peck at her ear. Whenever Felina manged to struggle strongly or make a really loud noise, the bird were scared away, only to return short in even greater numbers. For now there were only interested in the shiny metal. Pecking and pulling at her piercing in her face, on her nipples and pussy. Also the sun was rising higher over the horizon at began to heat up Felina and the wall behind her to the point were it started to get hot.
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Crows attracted crows and soon the gibbet was surrounded by a swarm of black birds either sitting on it or flying around, looking for some spot to grip their claws on. Felina could scare them by clanging her shackles, by shouting at them, but they never went far and every newly freed spot was immediately taken by a new bird. They were used to having condemned criminals offered to them in that device. They knew it took some time before they grew too weak to be dangerous but juicy morsels could sometimes be pecked already in the early stages by the bravest birds.
Something about this new prisoner puzzled them, and in some way avoided Felina the worst attacks: they had never seen so many shiny objects on a human and that attracted their curiosity. Instead of pecking her flesh, they tried to steal the various rings that glittered in the rising sun. Their strong, scavenger beaks seized metal instead of skin, they yanked, pulled, stretched Felina’s most sensitive spots, forgetting for a moment to peck at her flesh.
After the sleepless, terrifying night, Felina was not at her best to fight the birds but the fear of being devoured alive gave her renewed energy. If only she could move more but that was precisely the purpose of the gibbet to keep her immobile. Even her mouth had been rendered useless by the chain stretching her tongue. The designers of the cage had taken care to make a female’s most tender and fleshy parts completely defenceless. Her breasts, cruelly squeezed at their base, protruded firmly out of the cage. They were not only utterly vulnerable but also provided a perch for the birds. They usually the first part that would be attacked. In this case, the birds were too busy trying to tear the nipple rings off to peck at their swollen and taut flesh.
The buttocks were another meal of choice. An adjustable bar in front of the hips pushed her butt way out so that they protruded as much as the victim’s breasts while offering an even larger landing place. Again, the birds that perched there were currently trying to get all those shiny rings dangling from their prey’s labia.
In fact, the device had been designed to allow only one movement: spreading and closing her legs. In her efforts to scare the scavengers away, Felina was torturing her own pussy. The more she struggled, the more she raped herself so that blood began to run down her thighs. One of the crows noticed it and perched on her hip, stretching its neck to peck at the juicy flesh of her inner thighs. Felina yelped as she felt the crow’s peck. She had been pinched and stretched but not bitten yet. This was a dangerous first. She reacted with the energy of despair. Feeling feathers against her right hand, she yanked on her shackle and managed to grab the avid bird’s neck. The frail bones cracked in her fist while the crow desperately clawed and flapped its wings. In a second it was over. Felina dropped the corpse that splashed in the moat below.
Hearing the death croak, all the birds took off, cawing and croaking, to perch on the piece of timber above or on the nearby towers. The prisoner was still too lively. It was better to wait until she had become weaker. As the sun was starting to beat her body in full, it would not take long for thirst and overheating to reduce her to a barely alive corpse.
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The birds scattered, when a guard with an apron came to the wall behind Felina. It was the cook and he was carrying two buckets full of waste from the kitchen. Mostly intestine and blood from slaughtered animals. He threw the waste at Felina, when she was facing him. It splattered all over her front. The pieces of meat sticking to her. The cook emptied to second bucket, when she had rotated away also covering her backside. After the cook had left the wall, the crows returned, fight, which was allowed to land first and have its pick at the juiciest pieces. But blood also attracted a horde of insects. Bugs, flies and mosquitoes were surrounding Felina in a buzzing cloud.
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Now liberated from the crows, Felina faced another, as dangerous, enemy: the sun. The gibbet was exposed on the southern wall where there was no shade to hope for. As she slowly rotated, her exposed body was like roasted by the sunrays. Her body was soon glistening with perspiration. From time to time, a crow came, scouting to test her reactions. It would land on her butt or her breasts, which they knew were the least dangerous spots. Each time, Felina clanged her chains and screamed to show she was still alive and the crow departed with a caw of frustration.
The bravest birds sat on the timber that supported the gibbet. Some even ventured to land on the bar of the head cage, although she could hit their claws with the top of her skull. Those birds defecated so that her hair and face was progressively caked with crow droppings she had no way to wipe off.
Suddenly all the birds flew away. As the gibbet slowly rotated, Felina understood why: a cook had arrived, carrying two buckets. He threw the content of the first at her face and chest. It splattered its disgusting content all over her body. Some even landed in her wide gaping mouth and she just managed to throw out the meagre content of her stomach. He then had to wait until she presented her back to throw the contents of the second one, layering her back and hair with greasy and bloody bits that started to run down her legs.
As soon as the cook was gone, the birds came back with renewed voracity. They did not dare to land on her cage yet but they would fly by and peck juicy morsels on the go, pecking at Felina’s flesh in the process. The most courageous perched for a few seconds on her butt and breasts, where they could reach for bits that could not be grabbed otherwise. Felina flapped her legs frantically in the hope of scaring them, brutally fucking her raw sex, punching her sore cervix. Her bell rang merrily, stretching her huge clitoris even more.
It did not take long for the crows to eat every solid piece of flesh. Felina was still too alive for them and as they had eaten, they could wait until she was weaker. Felina now looked horrible, like a corpse on a battlefield, smeared with blood. A swarm of flies buzzed and crawled around her. There was no way to scare them away. She could feel their countless legs crawling on her skin as they licked the grease and the blood. They explored every crevice, every hole, looking for moisture. As Felina was covered in grits and sweat, she offered a royal feast to them. The would walk in between her toes, into the folds of her vulva, under her breasts and around the deep valleys dug by the Boob Crusher. They gather around her eyes to lick her tears, they climbed up her nostrils to suck her snot. Maybe the worst was how they landed on her stretched and paralysed tongue to get into her mouth where they walked everywhere.
Felina sneezed and coughed but it only scared them for a second. The next they would be back, continuing to harass her. All along, the terrible heat took its toll on her stamina. She had sweated so much that she was dehydrated. Her gaping mouth was parched, her lips crackled, her throbbing tongue looked like an old piece of leather.
The birds that scouted her reactions found that they became weaker and less noisy with each passage. How long before they would dare to come back? Could she hold until night came?
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The sun was already a good distance past its zenith, when the birds were scared away the next time by someone approached the section of the wall, Felina was hanging from. The birds croaked angrily, but with flapping wings they retreated to the safety of the top of the tower.
"I see, you made some new friends." The lieutenant said mockingly in Felina's back. She was at the moment facing away from the wall. "Release her, so that she can be cleaned from all the filth." If Felina thought that meant she was released from the cruel metal frame, she was mistaken. The guard standing next to the winch that held the chain, from which she was suspended, released the brake on the winch. The chain began to uncurl and with no other support the gibbet with Felina inside plunged down into the water of the moat a few meters below Felina's feet. The inertia of the winch slowed her fall a bit, but not by much.
The metal frame crashed through the surface and began to sink deeper. Then there was a lurch, when the chain was completely unrolled and Felina's descent was abruptly stopped. She was now hanging in the frame suspended underwater.
The lieutenant waited 30 seconds before he gave the sign to lift her out. Groaning the guard started to turn the winch and Felina began slowly to rise, but it took another ten to fifteen seconds before her head was out of the water.
When she was half way up the wall, the guard's hands slipped and she fell down again. While the lieutenant berated the guard, Felina was again underwater for a long moment, before she was lifted out again. This time she went all the way up.
The beam was turned closer to the wall, so that the chain weighting down her tongue could be removed. The lieutenant also grabbed her clit bell, before Felina was swung out again. To keep her facing him, while he talked to her. "Are you now ready to tell the truth? You're escape attempt proves that you have some skills. So, tell me everything or I let you hang here another day, before you get another chance to talk."
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Felina was blinded by the sun, her eyes burned from sweat and bird droppings. She barely moved now, her legs almost completely vertical. Most of her weight rested on square bars under the middle of her soles and on her cervix so that those three areas throbbed. She spared her energy for when a crow made an attempt because she knew that if she ever failed to to scare them, they would start pecking at her again, and this time they would probably go for her flesh. Her breasts had swollen to twice their size as blood and lymph was trapped inside them. They were so sensitive that the mere touch of her own hair felt painful. She could not imagine what it would be to have talons and beaks gouging into them.
She was pulled out of her stupor by a voice behind her. For a moment she thought she was going to be released but suddenly she felt herself freefalling, accompanied by the loud noise of the uncoiling chain. The moat sped towards her and she screamed, certain she was going to die.
The cage plunged into the stagnant water with a big splash. Felina’s leg were brutally yanked apart to the maximum angle allowed by the gibbet and suddenly she was yanked to a stop, causing her legs to close with a clang, while most of her speed was stopped by her soles and some by her vagina. She screamed underwater in an explosion of bubbles. The water was filthy as it collected all the waste coming from the keep and stagnated under the sun. It was lukewarm but to he overheated body it felt like ice.
Panicking, she tried to swim with her legs, but of course, the gibbet was too heavy to move so all she managed to do was to rape herself again. The water was so turbid she could not see beyond her chest. The surface was close but totally out of reach. Her lungs began to burn but she resisted the instinct to breathe in water.
At last she felt the cage moving up. She held her respiration until her head broke the surface. She was left in that position for a moment, to make sure all the gore was washed away. She felt fishes kissing her skin everywhere to lick the dried blood. They lowered her underwater a couple of times to remove most of the bird droppings from her head.
After some time, she began to feel better. The cool water refreshed her body, she had drunk some of the foul water despite its stench and did not feel thirsty anymore. They hoisted her again. Arrived at mid height, she was dropped again and suffered once more the pangs of drowning.
When she was finally back at the top of the wall, she was held in place by her clitoris chain and the chain was detached from her tongue. She was somewhat cleaner now but looked like a drenched cat. She was exhausted, half drowned and very weak.
There was no point in denying the obvious now, and anyway she would have been ready to confess anything to be allowed out of the gibbet. Another day in it would mean death, she was sure.
She tried to speak but her tongue lolled out of her mouth, weighed by the large ring. She just nodded and uttered some incoherent sounds.
“‘Eshh, eshh! A ‘on’esh. Am a ‘eef. Eaje ‘o ‘ore.”
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The lieutenant could not understand, what his prisoner tried to say. "Speak clearly, you sound like a fool, mumbling with your tongue hanging out." But the words would not come out any more intelligible than before. Maybe the weight on her tongue had been too much? "If you can't talk, I have no use for you." The beam was swung back out fully. The lieutenant told the guard, to let her hang there until she was dry, then take her back to the dungeon. Maybe after some rest, she would be more coherent.
Felina had been long dried by the sun, before she was swung back over wall and released from the horrible contraption. A bag was placed over her had and she was lead down the stairs by her clit chain.
In the cell, she was chained to the wall with her arms outstretched. After the door was closed, Felina could hear Mel's muffled voice. "Felina, is that you? I am chained to the wall and have a bag over my head. What will they do to us?"
They had not to wait long, before the door was opened again and they got at least a partial answer to Mel's question. A guard came into the cell and with him the stench of cheap alcohol. "You're the bitches that knocked me out last night." He pulled the bag from Felina's head. Past him, she could see Melissa chained to the wall, besides the bag over her head and being chained to the wall she looked alright given their circumstances. Then the guard grabbed Felina's hair, lifting her up against the wall. "You will payfor last night." He punched Felina in the stomach again and again.When his arm grew tired, after only a few punches, began to kick her with his heavy boot.
He would have probably injured her severely, if not another guard had come into the cell and pulled him away. "Stop, if you kill her l, you get into even more trouble."
"These whores deserves to die." The angry guard managed to kick Felina one more time.
"Sure, but first the lieutenant has some more questions for her."
The guard managed to drag the other guard out and close the door.
Mel's weak voice asked. "Felina, are you still with me. Please, say something that I know you are alive." Mel started to panic and pull on her restraints, when Felina did not respond immediately, fearing that she was alone in the cell, or worse with a corpse.
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Felina desperately tried to speak, to make herself understood but that stupid tongue was useless when it dangled like that. With horror, she was put back in place to roast in the afternoon sun. It did not take long for her skin to dry but her hair remained wet much longer, providing some protection against insolation.
The crows came back, braver and more tenacious now that they had thought to have lost their prey. They perched on her breasts, her buttocks, even her feet. Felina screamed but she could no longer move much now. She was way too weak. Seeing this, more crows dared to attack her. Her buttocks felt the first pecks and she yelped in pain. The claws on her bloated breasts felt like they were slicing into the flesh. The bird there was still trying to yank a nipple ring free, stretching it cruelly. The birds on her feet started pecking at her toes.
Once again she was saved by the arrival of guards who scared the crows away. This time she was at last released from the gibbet. She was so weak that she could hardly move. They bagged her head, padlocked her wrist shackles behind her back and had to carry her away as she was too weak to walk, even after they had tried to motivate her by yanking on her clitoris.
She found herself in some cell, with her arms chained apart to the wall. Her bagged head dangled, her chin resting on her chest. Once the guard was gone, she heard Mel’s voice. The thief was surprised that they had put them together again, and that they had not increased the security. Well, in her current state, there was no more fight in her… but soon she’d recover. Those guards were really stupid.
Before putting the bag on her head, the guards had pushed her tongue back into her mouth so that it did not get in the way. This allowed Felina to speak, albeit with her usual lisp and difficulty.
“Yes, that’s me, Felina. How are you? Did they hurt you? They punished me so cruelly! The gibbet… for a whole night and a whole day. I can’t bear it any longer.”
They discussion was interrupted by the irruption of the guard she had knocked out last night. The bag was pulled from Felina’s head and her head was yanked so that she was forced to look at him.
“I could have killed you… but I chose to Oooowwwf!!!”
Those were the last words she was allowed to say because she was then furiously punched and kicked in her belly until there was no air left in her lungs and all she could do was moan and puke bile over her chest. She collapsed, only held up by her stretched arms, trembling and coughing. She would probably have been killed if the angry drunkard had not been carried away by his colleague.
By now, Felina was weak that she could not even talk. She only moaned to let Mel know she was still alive, but she had no more strength, no more fight in her.
- Chained to the cell wall by her wrist shackles.
- Thick collar
- Ankle and wrist shackles
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring, sitting inside her mouth
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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Felina's weak moans did not calm Melissa and she called for help, despite having told Felina that the guards would ignore her calls. And they did ignore her and after a few minutes Mel gave up.
They heard guards pass outside the cell, but then this also that stopped and everything went silent in the dungeon for the night. At some point, Mel told Felina that she had been brought back to the cell, but she had not been punished except a few slaps by the sergeant for tripping him on the stairs. After that she had been left alone chained to the wall with a bag over her head until Felina was brought into the cell.
For the night, both women were left chained up on the wall. It was an uncomfortable night for Mel, who could not find a good position that let her sleep more then a few minutes. She was exhausted by the time the guards came in the morning to take her out of the cell. "The sergeant is already waiting for you." The guard said to Melissa. He added directed at Felina. "Don't worry. Your time will come too."
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Felina’s night was much more comfortable than her last one… but that does not mean it was comfortable at all. She was just too exhausted and too beaten to react much. She remained in her slumped position, half-hanging by her arms, her entire body aching. She was hungry, her skin was red from sunburn and she could still feel the nasty punches in her stomach. She managed to get a few hours of sleep, but never in more than 10-minute periods.
All she could say was, “I’m sorry Mel.”
The morning came, even though that made little change in their dark cell. When the guard came in, Felina curled her legs in protection, expecting to be carried away to the torture room. She was surprised when he went for Melissa.
“Leave her alone. She is innocent. I’m the thief you were looking for,” she said in a tired voice.
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The guards ignored Felina's protest and Felina had to wait another hour in the empty and damp cell, before the guards returned to take her out of the cell. The customary bag was placed over her head, before her arms were unchained. She was marched to a different room on the same level. She was placed in the middle of the room, her wrist locked to behind her back. The bag was pulled from her head. She was in the middle of one of the torture chambers. The lieutenant was leaning against the table she had been looked to when the had forced water in to her belly. He smiled at her. "I hope your tongue has recovered a bit, because you wanted to tell me something yesterday."
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Felina tried not to tremble as she was led, head bagged to another cell. She felt much better now but still was a bit weak and her skin was marked with the scratches and sores left by the crows. As she walked, her clit bell rang merrily, announcing her presence to everyone.
At last she was allowed to see, and the Lieutenant was in front of her. She had decided to tell everything to avoid being tortured again and in the hope that the other redheads would finally be released. For her, it would not change much anyway.
“I’m sorry. I can’t speak when my tongue is out of my mouth and I can’t pull it back in without the help of my hands,” she started. “I am the thief you have been looking for from the beginning. I confess that I broke into that mansion and tried to steal a necklace, without success. I barely managed to escape by climbing a tree and jumping over the wall.
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"Not much of a thief then, if you don't managed get away with the loot. You should probably not have worked alone and not when the owner of the house was home." The lieutenant mocked Felina, after her confession. "Only problem, also your cell mate confessed to the same crime. And I don't suppose, you two worked together, before your ill-fated escape attempt two day ago. How can I know, who of you is telling the truth?"
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Felina shook her head, feeling sorry for the poor Melissa.
“She lied. I doubt she was able to give you so many details.”
Felina continued, telling him the name of the street, the name of the house owner, how the house and garden looked like. She told about the dogs, the owner coming back from hunting and so on.
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"Who told you about the necklace? And who were your accomplices? Witnesses saw you jump on a wagon, when you fled from the house." The lieutenant continued his line of questioning. He was now sure, that he had found the right redhead.
Some of the innocent prisoners had already confessed under torture and Felina being identified as the real thief wouldn't change the fact, that anyone, who had entered the dungeon, would only leave, after they made a confession, true or a lie didn't really matter.
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“I did not know about the necklace beforehand. I only knew those were rich people and that my best chance was to go for the jewellery in the bedroom. I had no accomplice. I jumped into a wagon that happened to pass by when I was on the wall.”
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"Very well. I believe that you know what the punishment for theft is. But you tried to escape, so after your public punishment you will be sent to a labor camp afterwards." The lieutenant told the guards to take Felina upstairs and add to the group that was going to the square for public punishment. The bag was put back over the head and she was led out of the dungeon.
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