Witchcraft does not pay (Closed)

[Knightmare27]

Seemingly without even noticing she was still stark naked, the witch hung her dripping dress next to the fireplace and left it there. The orange flames played on her pale skin and let shadows dance all over it, throwing her breasts and hips and everything else of that lovely body into sharp relief. She was tempting him without even knowing it.

Every step was still causing her pain. He really had done a good job making her feet as sore as they could be. It would probably be days before she was not reminded of her public punishment with every step she took. The memories would be much slower to fade. Especially of those moments where she had lingered near death and which had left that pink line across her neck, its traces still clearly visible.

She tried to lean on him as little as she could, he noticed. She was trying to hide how much her feet still hurt, to appear stronger in front of him. He was reminded of the defiant, seductive woman he had confronted in the torture chamber just a few days before. She was still there, and slowly back in control again. Her pride would come back, her hair grow again - but she would forever remain a branded servant.

Her eyes, too, were beginning to be the ones of the lecherous witch again. He did not mind that, at all. He had similar thoughts, and would give in to temptation once he could no longer fight it. And with every time she leaned her weakened, bare body on him, he was losing that battle a little bit more. Patience. She is yours forever.

Lianne willingly held out her ankle to be chained, a sign that she was resigned to her new life. He brought the two halves of the shackle together around her foot, inserted the bolt through them and secured it by padlocking the other end. Now she was ready for her first of many nights as a penitent. The hand shackles remained unused for now - they would be used if she ever displeased him. Which would likely be soon, seeing as the witch was already gathering back her old strength.

She moved and turned uncomfortably before curling up in a position that would take pressure off her feet and neck. He gave her one last, encouraging pat on the backside before leaving.

He was back in her cell early the next morning, carrying her dress, now bone dry and fairly clean again. She had really cleaned it up well - which was good because cleaning would be the rest of her life. He knelt down and placed it on her naked body before shaking her by the shoulder.

"Time to wake up and begin your new life. Follow me down to the torture chamber, where you will begin cleaning everything."

He bent down to unchain her ankle. She looked so peaceful and almost...cuddly. Despite her marked face and bald head.

"In the coming days, I will bring in many of the people whose names you gave me. If they are anything like you, I will dirty and use my equipment every day. And you will clean and repair it every day."

 

[Little_Tease]

Heinrich had woken her pretty early but she didn’t mind at all, she had slept so good for some reason she knew her dream helped a lot but as if something had put her to ease finally. She didn’t understand it herself, she would never have a real life as long as she lived she would serve him for now on sure when he is happy or erotic maybe some time in the future she could hope it would be nice but there would come days she would rather just jump past.

Her life as she knew it had died with her the other day the new Lianne that woke to Heinrich call was no long allowed to be a witch or a person she was a hidden servant for life, HIS servant, HIS slave and HIS to do with what ever he pleased.
She knew to live threw this, she would need an old part of herself back but she also knew she had to learn so much more of herself. She still needed to find out who she was with that what she was allowed to be and standing behind Heinrich listening to each and every demand that rolled over his lushes lips.

She opened her eyes still a bit sore but a whole lot better then yesterday she smiled ever so slightly up at him as he had covered her with her dress before he had woken her. He started to speak to her as her hand went to her head some as if to go threw her hair as she did so many mornings when she woke and it came back so quickly she had no hair but soon they would start to grow back.

It almost even made her laugh wondering how she looked without hair, thou with the mark in her face she knew her beauty wasn’t all there any longer therefore she hoped her body eyes and lips and soon her hair once again would take that part over again.


She nodded as she got dressed and listened to what he told her what she would be doing and what he would be doing, she did fear a bit the part when he told her he would be bringing in those whom she had given up. She wondered and couldn’t help but to ask as she held her ankle towards him to be unchained.

“Will they see me, isn’t that too dangerous that they might tell or shout out that I’m still alive?!”

Her feet felt better not totally healed and that would take some time but she could walk better on them then yesterday, as for her neck and her face they didn’t hurt that much either and weren’t that red any longer. Her neck started also to turn lightly other colors then just the red it had yesterday which was a good sign of healing but it would take long till she could freely use her voice and all that it won’t be sore or hurt.

“I will do my best to do as you Please…Master!”

She had said his name with master before it so many times but this time it was different something in the way she said it this time that made it sound more submitting then ever before. She wouldn’t give up her strength even now as she serves him but there was something deep inside of her woke she wasn’t sure herself yet, as he had did something to her no man ever had before. Even her dreams had never been like this before; she knew she would learn more then just her new jobs by his side.

 

[Knightmare27]

He freed her from her shackle as she put on the dress, fastening it with the simple cord that served as its belt. Head shaved bald, and wearing a shapeless dress, she did not look very much like the ravishing witch she had been when he first encountered her. Her eyes, though, showed him she was still there, waiting to break out again.

Her face was still pretty, even though her left cheek was disfigured by that giant mark. Whenever he looked at it, he heard her scream again, saw smoke pouring out of her mouth as if she was burning up from the inside. She had paid a high price for her life, a life he was still so happy he had saved.

When she expressed her concerns, he gave a short laugh: "Believe me, they will have other things on their minds than to betray you as they go to their deaths. And even if, I will just claim they were driven insane and are now seeing their dead friends."

They arrived in the torture chamber, still empty of anyone but the two of them. "Wait here", he said, went upstairs and returned with rags and two buckets of water. "First, I want you to wash all the surfaces well and rub them dry. Yes, most of the red stains are probably blood. And the brown stains...the less I say about them, the better."

He had nothing better to do at the moment, so he decided to stay and watch how she would adjust to her new life. The work she had to do was really not that hard -if she did not make the mistake of thinking about what the things she was cleaning would be used for. Then again, she would probably find that out soon enough when her first victims would be brought in.

"I have always wondered...", he said as he sat down on the edge of the rack while watching her, "why did you choose to be a witch? Why would you condemn yourself to hell for a little bit of power? Not to mention the risk of getting caught. Is it worth it? Did you become a witch for the love potions? I bet it was the love potions." He grinned and walked a bit closer to her. "...no. You would not need a potion for that."

Heinrich became more serious again. "Once we bring in the other witches, you will also have to tend to them. Don't worry, I will take care of the wounds and the dislocations and such. I know how to do that. You will have to nurse them back to health, bring them their food. Feed them, maybe, depending on what state they are in. And maybe you could also be a good influence on them, urge them to repent like you did."

A long pause as he watched her clean again. Then: "You probably wonder why I saved you. I told you I have never done that before, and that is the truth. You are the first prisoner I have asked for mercy for."

She probably did wonder, yes. Or maybe she did not. He had the same question. Something about her was...unprecedented...unique. Something that even scissors and the branding iron could not destroy. A soul that, hellbound as it was, fascinated him.

 

[Little_Tease]

He tried to take her worries that she didn’t have to fear anything, they he would make sure in one or another way that that what she feared wouldn’t happen. She smiled some as they then walked back into the chamber were he had first held her and would have tortured her.

She held her breath a second as they walked in and he then said wait here and left, he only left for a few seconds to come back with rags and buckets but it felt longer as she looked to the rack it being the only thing she had feared on that day after he explained it to her. He could have done everything else but that she did fear and now she stood here and would be cleaning it always.

When he then gave her the buckets and rags telling her what to do she nodded some and knew the less she knew what she was cleaning away the better it was for her thoughts. She took the one bucket of water and a rag and looked at the rack but went to something else first as if she still feared it a bit but didn’t want him to notice that.

She was cleaning as she saw out of the corner of her eye that he stayed and was watching her what she was doing or stayed to control that she did it right she wasn’t sure yet but she would find out in one or a other way she thought.

He then asked her why she became a witch, why she would condemn herself for just a little power she had to giggle a bit as he then said because of the love potion. She knew she would probly get in trouble now for this but she just had to do this but before she could do anything other then stand up and turn to look at him. He then said what really was going threw her mind more then once since that day.

She walked slowly over to him trying to look like her old sexiness but her feet, the dress, the branding and no hair didn’t help that much but she knew for him it was still there at least a bit, she took the rag with her so she could pretend that she would clean something near him.

“Well Master I did ask myself more then once about that….. Why did you save me?! I know I did nothing to make that happen… “

She then giggled some as she had to swallow once as he sat on the edge of the rack so she then walked over to him standing right in front of him as she bend over his leg ever so slightly to do as if she were cleaning right next to were he was sitting.

“I became a witch because at that time I thought it was the best thing to do and the old woman who taught me was a good witch she taught me to only do good with the power we had been given and not like the most or their own good or to do bad with it….. and well Love potion… “

With that she then stood back up looking in his eyes taking another step closer to him as if she was going to kiss him as she then leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“I believe we both know I don’t need love potions…!”

She then smirked before she then turned away from him to go back to the bucket of water knowing she was going to pay for that probly not just sure if right away or later but she was eager to find out how.

 

[Knightmare27]

Lianne was right to worry about meeting the people whose names she had given up, of course. They would not be told about what she had done, but it would not take long for them to figure it out on their own. Why else would she be alive despite having been arrested as a witch? They would curse her. They would curse her, too. He would have to be especially careful to prevent any of them from using witchcraft.

He noticed how afraid she still was of the rack. For sure, it was a fearsome instrument. And she had nearly been subjected to it. Had she not shown a single moment of weakness, she would be confined to a bed right now, her limbs ruined for at least months to come. Good thing she had not been that foolhardy. He quite liked how she moved around with her limbs unharmed. It was bad enough that she still winced when she had to walk...

She immediately took the rags and went to work, though he noticed she still avoided the place that had been her downfall. Was it fear, or was it shame that it had broken her down? Had this instrument not frightened her, it would have been a fearsome battle for every single name. A battle that would have left only ruins and pain. No, it was good that he had managed to break down her defenses this early.

She claimed to have been a "good" witch. He had been warned that they sometimes did. It was a very useful way to seduce good girls like Lianne undoubtedly was into the devil's service. Helping people, healing them, giving advice... with powers given by the devil himself. They never considered that part. Did they truly believe that the Great Deceiver did not have reasons for giving them powers?

She really did not need any potions. They both knew why he had rescued her, and it had very little to do with needing the floors of his dungeon swept. And, by the way she had spoken to him about needing no love potions, she seemed to know. And she did not disapprove, at least.

"You may take a break now", he said and patted the rack. It would have to serve as their love nest for now. It was high time it caused some screams that were not from pain...

It was clear what he wanted to do during that break. She knew it, too. And she was practically begging him to do it. Those were strange circumstances that had brought them together, but now they were. The torturer and the witch, seducing each other in the place he had once been sure would doom her. And here she was, very much not doomed and very much interested in him. If this was witchcraft, he did not mind it much.

"Come, don't be shy. There is no need to hide it anymore. When you first did that, I thought you were trying to tempt me into releasing you. But that wasn't everything, was it?"

It was quite obvious now. Ever since she had even halfway recovered from her "execution", she had been giving him hints. Unless she was trying to seduce her way out of her servitude (and she would be a fool to even try that), there could be only one explanation.

 

[Little_Tease]

Lianne smiled some as he then said that she may take a break thou she hadn’t done much, it was this look in his eyes she knew why she was allowed to take a break and this she didn’t mind at all. Though when he patted the rack next to him she looked at it first then back at him and now she just hoped she knew what he wanted or at least hoped it was so and not different.

She had to smirk as she listened to him now she stepped up to him very closely as she put her hands on his thighs slightly gripping at them as she leaned in close to whisper in his ear so that her lips brush ever so softly his ear.

“ Master….Heinrich yes I wanted you to release me but there was more…. “

She gave an ever so soft little moan like breath out before she spoke again pressing herself ever so lightly against him as she then licked her lips and then started to speak again.

“ I wanted much much more….”

She once again tried to seduce him and noticed she didn’t have to have this perfect face or her lovely red hair, it helped but she didn’t need it her body was the key she had to use.

“ Master!... Master Heinrich….!”

She teasingly moaned like whispered his name in his ear as if to show him how this could sound like and as if begging him to make her sound like this. Her finger tips slide down his tights to his knees as her finger tips then slowly started to raise her dress till it was up over her waist and then leaned away from his ear as she then slipped her dress off so she now stood naked before him and then smirked asking teasingly.

“Master Heinrich I believe you weren’t done searching for the Mark! From before..”

She tried not to laugh some as she made also a small joke about it but also showing him, she wanted his hands on her body but this time to please him and her.

 

[Knightmare27]

He was taken a little off-guard that she could joke about their last encounter in this room already. Had he really scared her this little?

"Why? I found it. Do you have more hidden on you? Or maybe another amulet in your hair?" He grinned and stroked the smooth skin on her head. "I think I searched you very thoroughly. Every single opening. Some were more interesting than others, but none contained any more evidence. You might be the first witch who can not get enough of her own trial. Most are very eager to get out of here, even if it is as a heap of ash."

He gently pushed her down onto her back, loosened the cord around her waist and pulled the dress over her head with one swift movement. He stood next to her and rested his hands on her breasts. "I found all the evidence. I even found the things you use to bewitch men with." His fingers playfully dug into the bases of her breasts like claws, but not enough to hurt. "Maybe I should take them from you, just to be safe."

He bent down and took her right breast in his mouth, dug his teeth into it just a little. His lips touched the cool flesh of her nipple, the tip of his tongue brushing over its tip. He noted with satisfaction how it got harder, then began sucking on it as if he was drinking its milk. He loosened his claws and moved one palm down her belly and between her legs. It just rested there, his index finger occasionally dipping inside.

He stopped sucking on her nipple for a moment and smiled at her. "How disappointing. I had expected your breasts to be filled with witch's brew. This tastes like...milk."

Being so close to a witch who so obviously wanted him... it made him feel so free. Free to joke around with her, free to indulge everything he had felt when she had still been his terrified victim. If lust was a sin, he did not want to be pious. Not at the moment, at least.

 

[Little_Tease]

Lianne had to giggle at his joke with her hair; she tilted her head some towards his hand as his hand ran over her bald head. She couldn’t help but smile a little devilish some might say; as she bites her lower lip, she had to keep from saying something she might regret later. Though he was right the most were happy to get quickly over it and after hearing what some of the things in this room did to them to make them speak she couldn’t blame them.

She couldn’t tell him the truth that she had lost herself in him by first sight she had watched him over some time now and hadn’t just meet him on that day the first time. She knew no one was really allowed to look at him in public but she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t explain it as if their souls or auras were tied in a destiny none of them would probly ever know.

It was then when he laid he pushed her ever so slightly back till she laid on her back on the rack which she didn’t think about it till she felt the smooth leather under her. She laid there on the rack the only thing she had really feared in a long time. She shivered ever so lightly as he pushed her back on it to lay down on her back she closed her eyes for a second as she took a deep breath. She could joke about many things even thou they were still to real and she even had feared him.

Well not him as in the man he was or wasn’t any more but the things he said he would do or could do to her and had done to others.

She had known that if she hadn’t given up to easily on that day he would have put her on her back on the rack as well but would have done many other things to her then what he was doing to her now. She nibbled her lip as she watched him over at her side his hands like claws on her breasts as they rest there, he then joked about her tools of bewitching men she couldn’t help but say with a small giggle.

“ Hmmm.. well did it work on you? They only seem to work on men I really do …well lets say want to FEEL!”

She smirked some as he then said he should take them from her so she wouldn’t bewitch him but she knew they already had him. He then bent down and took her nipple in his mouth she gasped ever so slightly, there was something there right now that made his touch feels so intensive she thought she was going to go crazy and loved it.

He heart beat got faster as she felt his hand slowly move downwards over her belly till it rested between her legs which made her hips rise ever so slightly as if begging for him to just rest his hand on her but use it.

She giggled some at his words about her witches brew, and then smirked as she showed him with a finger to come closer to her lips as she then whispered very teasingly.

“If you so wish to taste my…well you call it Witches brew then you have to use your tongue else were…!”

She smirked some not saying more wondering if he would understand the hint, she tried to give him that she so wished to feel his tongue between her legs. Her hips moved in slight circle movements against his hand, as her hand slowly went to find his body to teasingly trace over his skin to see how he reacts to it as well as she waited for him to keep at it and stop torturing her so to say making her wait for more.

 

[Knightmare27]

It was the happiest anyone had ever probably been on a rack in a long time. She was giggling and smiling and having fun, her nightmare in this room completely forgotten. He, too, had now completely forgotten himself and was helplessly lost in her allure.

Of course she wanted to feel him. That much was obvious. She would, soon enough. At the moment, though, he was content with pushing inside her just a little bit deeper with his finger, caressing the moist rim with his fingertips, enjoying the little shivers it was causing to her. Warm rivulets ran over his fingers in seemingly endless streams. He knew he was slowly bringing her to a point where she would beg for more...

He bent down over her nipple again, took her breast into his mouth more deeply this time. Smooth, soft skin soon became slick and wet under the relentless flicking of his tongue. He began taking her whole breast between his lips, and moving up and down while the tip of his tongue danced in circles around her nipple, catching a few more drops. Then he moved on to her other breast and gave it the same kind of loving attention.

With his head so close to her chest, he could hear her heart. A strong, fast rhythm that got faster the deeper inside her his finger ventured. A second one followed, moving steadily back and forth, and he listened with fascination as the pounding got even harder, as her chest began rising and sinking more deeply. As her body slowly started to tense. He was taking his time, carefully learning more about her and how she reacted.

He took her breast out of his mouth and concentrated on what his hand was doing. Meanwhile, his other hand rested on her belly very lightly as he felt her breathe harder and harder. He stopped and pulled out his fingers, placing them on her lips and allowing her to taste herself a little. His clothes came off, his body, including a fiercely erect penis, now on full display. It would have to wait its turn, though.

He had understood her hint about the witches' brew and knelt between her legs, gently spread her open a little and let his tongue lap up the brew. The tip traced circles inside her, traveled over soft hills and caused little quakes here and there. She tasted good. That was her love potion, after all. He had found it and drank it in great portions as a wonderful warmth spread through his body, driving away the cold of the torture chamber.

His lips found her clitoris and began carefully sucking on it while his fingers entered her again. A slow, steady rhythm. He knew she wanted to come, but he was enjoying it too much. She would only come when he had heard every noise she could make, felt every lustful convulsion he could throw her body into. There was so much more to still find out. Witchcraft was really the least magical thing about her.

 

[Little_Tease]

Lianne moaned ever so softly feeling his finger a bit deeper inside of her, she never believed this would already feel so good that she would beg for more and want more even need more. Her hips wiggled and moved as if trying to scout further down onto his finger but she couldn’t move.

She took deep breaths trying to calm it as she feels his lips and tongue teasing playing and tasting her breasts and nipples. Her heart beat was racing her breathing she tried to calm but her heart beat she wouldn’t be able to calm down as he was driving her crazy and she needed him.

“M…Mmmmaster Heinrich!”

She moaned and whimpered her body shivered wiggled and started to sweat ever so slightly as her mind tried not to go crazy to his teasing and pleasing, her hands griped the edge of the rack. She thought if he kept this up she would go crazy but it felt so damn good at the same time she wasn’t sure what to do her thighs shivered as they tried to hold his hand between them as if to make sure he wouldn’t stop.

She whimpered as he pulled his fingers out of him and his lips and tongue stopped playing her breasts and nipples. He then put his dripping wet fingers on her lips she smirked some as she tried to catch her breath as she licked and sucked his fingers as teasingly as he could, she had never tasted herself before but she did taste good.

She smirked licking her lips, as she looked over him now able to see the rest of him naked, and not just his chest. She couldn’t help seeing how erect he was as she so wanted him deep in her now even more then before. He then stepped between her legs and she wanted to scream for joy as his hands spread her legs ever so a bit so he could get between them she bite her lip.

He then knelt between her legs feeling his tongue she shivered and wiggled as if she tried to get more on top of his face thou each flick of his tongue was as if little lighting that raveled threw her body. She arched her back as one of her hands went to her breasts gripping at it as her other hand went to her belly and then her thigh not sure were to hold onto.

It even went to his head as if trying to hold him there, it felt so well and she didn’t want him to stop. He then pushed his fingers back deep in her as his tongue kept at her clit, in the name of the devil she wanted to scream for pleasure.

“Ahhh…. Mmmm”

She panted, whimpered, and moaned she wasn’t sure what to do as her body was showing her also new side of it, new needs it needed and wanted so dearly. She grew wetter and wetter he kept her on the edge it was slowly driving her crazy.

“PL…PLEASE! MASTER!”


She moaned out as her back was arched her head tilt back her legs spreading a bit more as if giving him more room to go deeper, go faster go anything just to give her enough. She wanted him to fuck her now or send her over the edge something, her breathing was quick and her heart felt as if was going to beat right out of her chest.

Her hips bucked to each movement inwards of his fingers as if trying to force itself more on his fingers in that moment trying to get his fingers deeper needing them to just go that little last inch to be able to send her over the edge but nothing she could do let it happen. Now she wasn’t sure if it wasn’t starting to be a pleasing torture or just hot teasing pleasure but what she knew is she wanted more and she didn’t want him to stop.

She had to think about her dream as she finally heard his whispers asking her if she wanted more. This thought made her body react even more to what he was doing to her, she knew she would want to serve him now in each and every way possible and never leave his side; she wanted to be his pleasure thing most important HIS.

Was he maybe her Devil or thee Devil she didn’t know but she didn’t care if it was so she would have taken his mark without thinking it twice as what he was doing to her felt so good no other man had ever made her feel this way before.

 

[Knightmare27]

He looked with fascination at the lustful convulsions he was throwing her into, listened to her moans reverberate off the walls, tasted her freely flowing juices. Then he...stopped. Left her begging for more, her entire body glistening with sweat, the orange light of the torches dancing on little droplets. And her begging for him to finish.

He stood up and looked into her eyes, saw desperate pleasure in her eyes. He patted her on the cheek and began touching his own penis. The first touches already sent him shouting in pleasure. He took great delight in exaggerating the sounds she would have loved to make, yet could not. Not yet. Her turn would come. Just a little bit more... a little bit... now he began to sweat, to shake to moan as warm shivers shook him.

He came all over her chest, then sat down on the rack next to her, put his right hand between her legs and almost casually finished her. He savored how even the slightest touch threw her around and made her gasp noises these walls had surely never heard before. When she was finally exhausted and lying on her back, he, just as casually, rubbed his semen into her body, all over her heaving belly and her breasts.

"Why an executioner? I mean, why did you fall in love with someone like me? I know I do not look bad, but there was something more to that, was it not? I felt it when I was preparing you for the rack. You were deathly afraid, of course, like most people are. But there was something else... you seemed a little bit...excited. I will tell you a secret: You are not the only one. Just the first one who fell in love with me while I was torturing her."

"They mostly come at night. Hidden under cloaks. Maidens, often, but sometimes they are the wives of people who would never even greet me during the day. Most of the time, they are just meeting me because it excites them to be frightened. But, from time to time... they get excited by what I do. One or two of them have even asked me to whip them, and I must say I obliged their request, though they sometimes regretted it."

He was feeling bold right now. He rarely let people in on this secret. He was not so worried about his reputation - there was nothing to worry about - but he knew it would embarrass his...guests if people even knew that such desires existed. But what was there to lose now? Lianne was never leaving, and he had just fucked her on his torture rack. He might as well tell her that, if she did have these desires, she was not alone.

He was quite sure she did. Too flirtatious had she been while being prepared for that nightmarish ceremony she had almost been subjected to. Too unfazed had she been when he had pricked her supple flesh with a long needle over and over again. Excited, even. Of course, the rack had still frightened her. There was nothing pleasurable about the pain of the rack, or about having her limbs slowly destroyed.

No, he would not rack her or mash her thumbs into a pulp or any of the other thousand horrible things he did to people while trying to wrench confessions out of them. But if she wanted him to go over her with a whip, or even wanted to try a ride on the Wooden Horse (one of his guests had actually requested that once, and quickly regretted it.), and he was quite sure she did, then he was more than happy to oblige.

"You see, this is not the first time I have seen women get excited by what I do. Therefore, you do not need to be ashamed if you do. I will even tell you another secret: I do like my work. Not to the extreme. Not when they bleed and their bones and minds break. But, yes, tying up a beautiful woman is one of the parts of my work I really do enjoy."

That second part was an even bigger secret, and he wondered why he was even telling her that. He had never told it to anyone before.

 

[Little_Tease]

Lianne couldn’t believe this he caused her so much pleasure she didn’t think it could get any better then this at this moment as her whole body shivered and quacked as her body gave him what she already thought was everything it could give as she finally cam.

She laid there her chest full of his semen her breast rose and fell as her breathing slowly calmed itself she still shivered ever so slightly as her muscles tried calming them selves. She licked and nibbled her lower lip some as she tried catching her breath, she also closed her eyes as she felt his hand rubbing over her belly and chest as if his semen were lotion that had to be rubbed in which made her smirk some and open her eyes to look at him.

She wanted to ask him something but he then started to speak so she just laid there and listened to what he had to say. He wanted to know why she chooses him why she wanted him, she had to think for a few seconds as he kept talking her eyes softened and her smirk went to a soft smile. He then started telling her a secret he probly never had told anyone else which was interesting.

The most of the woman and probly even some men had this dark need deep inside themselves that they would never tell anyone else knowing the most even thou they had the same dreams or wishes would call them Devils child or bride or witch. There are so many names for it but she knew it had nothing to do with that though no one would ever be able to jump over their shadow.

She did find it very interesting that he used his life’s work to also please thou most of the woman which wanted or needed to feel this kind of pleasure would regret it afterwards because it was more a dream then they thought it would be. She wasn’t sure why she fell for him she had an eye on him a bit now but not really because of his work or who he was, a bit because of his looks but there was something else she couldn’t really explain it.

She sat up on her knees smiling some running her finger tip over his arm as her eyes watched her finger move over his skin as she took a deep breath and then looked back up to him and then said.

“Master Heinrich…. I can only tell you this that day you brought me in here to torture I only had one thought get out of her in one peace and alive if possible and not give one name up. Too many just say names to save themselves from something anyone could hang on their heads… I believe it’s a devils circle and no one is safe as long too many feared the unknowing… But as you stood there before me this strong man.”

She giggled some before she kept talking and then looked over the room at all the tools.

“And well half naked I saw something in your eyes a truth a deep something I don’t know and then it was deep inside me which told me I had to live I had to be yours. It was then the first time you touched me and I told you what you were thinking or at least I hoped it was that I knew it..I just knew I belonged to you… Ok and it did help that I truly did fear this…”

She turned looking at the Rack, as it came back to here that what she feared most she kneeled on and had laid on it being pleased to a point she had never felt before.

“ Rack… Oh and just that you know it helped a hole lot that you told me what my body would go threw if you strapped me to it…. I could see it in my mind hear the popping of my bones and all”

He then said he liked what he did for life till to a certain point and if she wanted to feel something like that he would be more then pleased to give it to her. She smirked some wondering if he could also read mind or if she might have spoke in her sleep and he heard what she had dreamed.

She couldn’t help it as she then leaned over to his ear to whisper softly but also a bit teasing, as she just couldn’t help herself.

“Master Heinrich I did have a dream.. Maybe even a vision of you tying me up and actually whipping me whispering things in my ear having your way with me.”

She knew it would be different for him to do such things to her then the other women who came in the dark of night to him for these things and she would be able to hold it out more then the most, as it was Him! doing it to her and not just some Executioner.

 

[Knightmare27]

"Thank you for appreciating my skill at causing fear... I prefer it over actually ripping someone's spine apart", he said with a smile that was entirely too light-hearted for a discussion of agonizing, crippling torture.

Then she whispered in his ear, confirming what he had suspected: She would enjoy her lifetime in this dungeon entirely too much. And, to his horror, he found that he did not mind too much. As far as the judges were concerned, she was suffering through nearly endless torment in a lightless hole, with no hope of ever being free again. And most of these things were true, except that there would be less suffering than they had anticipated.

He smiled as he stood up and retrieved two shackles connected by a short chain. Holding them in front of her so she could see them very clearly, he opened one and pressed her left wrist against the darkened metal. As he shut it and inserted the bolt, he said, in a playfully serious tone: "Lianne, for having dreams which no decent woman should have, I sentence you to a whipping your pretty backside will never forget."

Her other wrist got locked in the other shackle, then he pulled on the short chain to lead her to the same winch he had, just days before, pulled her up on while he had searched for her mark. He knotted the end of the rope tightly around the chain connecting her hands, then kissed her on the cheek before walking over to the winch. As the rope rose and rose, her arms were forced to follow, until they were pointing straight up.

Some more...some more. Her shoulderblades were now clearly visible moving under the strain, and she was almost standing on tiptoe. He took his whip. "And since you like to be scared so much, let me tell you why you are standing like that. With your skin stretched, you will feel every lash twice as hard. The pain will go directly into your back. And the stripes will be twice as red, too. Try to enjoy this, witch!", he added with a chuckle.

He took careful aim and gave her the first lash. Just a taste of the whip, leaving a stripe just above her buttocks. He came closer again and whispered: "How was that? If it hurts too much, tell me, so I can ignore it." Then he felt her arms, squeezed them a little until he could feel the straining muscles underneath her skin. "Wait until your feet get so tired you can not stand like that. That is when the real fun begins."

He took another step back and gave her another lash, harder than the first, from her left shoulder blade all the way down to her back. Another one, down from her right shoulder. A fourth one, slamming hard into her sides, the tip wrapping around to hit her in the breast. "Lustful dreams in my dungeon must be punished. This is just the beginning of what I can do. But first, let me adjust your height a little bit."

He turned the winch until her feet lost contact with the ground. He could not keep her like that for long before he caused lasting harm, but, for some time, she would struggle to regain her footing while her own weight stretched her whole body. Heinrich stood in front of the dangling witch and admired how her skin was now taut over her, how he could see every rib, how her breasts were pulled a little flatter.

He hugged her as she hung there, and kissed her on the navel before exploring it a little bit with the tip of his tongue. Then he knelt down a little and tasted her wetness. "Oh, is this making you WET, witch? Do you know what is good against impure thoughts? Some pain! Choose, Lianne! Do you want your breasts whipped, or do you want to ride the wooden horse, so your pussy learns to behave better when you are supposed to be punished?"

He returned to the winch and turned it, allowing her to stand, but just barely. He was having entirely too much fun with this. None of this was supposed to happen. She was supposed to live out the rest of her days in miserable servitude. Now she was instead having her most secret wish fulfilled by the man who was meant to punish her. He set aside some time to feel bad about it for later. He was also having entirely too much fun.

 

[Little_Tease]

Lianne smirked some at what he said trying not to laugh as what he said was true. She stayed sitting on her knees as she watched him stand up and walk away from her as if he was going to go get something she nibbled her lower lip and her finger tip. Her eyes were locked on him watching every movement his body made each muscle which showed off with each step he made to show his strength, the little light that was in the room dancing off his naked form.

She thought to herself he looked so sexy at that moment she had to shake her head slightly to loose that thought or she might just jump after him and do something she just might regret later. He then turned back to her and came back slowly, it was then she saw what he had in his hands. She knew at that moment he couldn’t get any sexier then he was at that second not even more in her dreams. He came back on shackled her first wrist which made her already start to breath ever so slightly faster and then her other.

When he said, her name just like that and she would be punished for her dreams she held her breath for a second or two. She followed him slowly as she had this weird feeling in her belly something that wanted her to jump for joy thou that would probly hurt at the moment more then show joy. It was happening her dreams maybe even visions were coming true maybe she had dreamed of the future and saw him doing this to her already to get herself ready for him.

He took her then over were she stood that day before as her eyes never left him, she bite her lower lip to keep from saying anything. She knew herself it wouldn’t be so smart at this moment to do so, fun yes but smart no, s tried to wipe the smile like smirk off her lips before he saw it. Seeing her arms slowly go above her head her hands gripped the chain so her weight wouldn’t hang only on her wrist knowing that would be a lot of help later not knowing how much time she was going to hang there and be pleasured/ punished.

She felt her arms above her head so that her shoulder was in a perfect line to her body, this felt in some way good till he then said told her why this high and why her body needed to be this perfect line it was, so she could feel each and every strike of the whip. She tried to calm her breathing and her heart beat, as she had to fight the urge of speaking once again.

The way he then said try to enjoy witch and this chuckle afterwards gave her body a shiver and pleasure she had never felt before and if his voice alone so to say could do that she couldn’t wait to feel the rest. Before she could react to what he said she felt the first lash right above her buttocks which made her jump forward a bit as she bite her lip so her cry of pain and pleasure at the same time were mumbled behind her lips.

She couldn’t believe how intense this felt it was painful no questions asked it was surprising as she knew it was coming but not when it would hit and then this pleasing tingling feeling deep in inside of her she couldn’t explain. This all went threw her in the second the whip touched her silken backside she wanted to beg for more she wanted to scream and moan out at the same time but knew it was only the first, she knew and hoped there were many to come.

Her breasts were flatter as usual but she was standing to straight pulled up so her body had to use more skin to stretch but the bit of breasts that was still seeable juggled slightly to her movements and tried to match her now faster breathing. Her toes tried to catch herself back to standing just right so her hands holding the chain wouldn’t have to hold all the weight.

“Ahhhh….mmmm!”

With the last lash with the whip she cried out, it sounded like a mix between painful cries and pleasurable moans she tilted her head back some as her body tried to catch it self after each lash thou she tried to keep still her body jumped to each one. Her body started to cover her silken skin with a slight sweat as it was enjoying it as well as feeling pain but it was so close to each other that it was not able to hold them apart.

He then told her she was to await a lot of well lets say torture wont we, but first he needed to adjust something on her height she thought letting her down just a bit or so, so she could better hold herself but no it was the other way around. Higher so her pretty little toes couldn’t touch the ground at all now her hands on the chains and her wrist were the only thing holding her up. This stretched even a little bit more she tilted her head back some as she tried to turn her head some so she could see him out of the corner of her eye.

She then saw him walk back in front of her; she hung now higher so she had no hold on the floor. Feeling his arms wrap around her body his warmth his skin against hers made her wiggle ever so slightly. It was then his kiss which made her loose control over her lips after she had listened to him she was to choose what would it be.

“Wet?! Oh that’s not wet I bet you can do better then that… “

She wanted to hold her lips from saying what her feistiness deep inside wanted to, but she couldn’t help it and once again, she raised a leg as he had let her down once again a bit, so her feet would touch the ground letting it brush up against him. She tried to play as if she was mocking him in some way.

“Hmmm big strong Heinrich ..Please excuse me Master Heinrich can’t decide himself what he rather see this witch become of Punishment does she have to decide for him…”

She licked her lips some trying to tease him as she had this twinkle in her eyes as she tried not to giggle and calm her breathing back down as she was dripping wet already. She wanted more but loved this game they were already playing as on the day she came in here for the first time. She then whispered playfully to him.

“Hit me Master please ….! “

 

[Knightmare27]

"You are the first one down here who was that eager to get hit... and you shall, because I am gracious. But first, we must do something about your mouth. You seem to have forgotten that you are still a prisoner, and should be careful not to mock me too much."

He retrieved a horrifying little instrument from a shelf. It resembled a large iron pear with a screw at the end. Fully expanded, it could do brutal damage to whichever opening it was shoved into - but used carefully, it would do nothing but give her an important lesson not to mouth off to him too much. She had no idea just how unfair this game they were playing could get.

He held the device in front of her eyes so she could examine it closely. Running his fingertips over the gaps between the leaves that formed its body, he said: "When I turn this screw, these leaves will spread farther and farther apart. And before I do that, I, of course, insert it into whichever hole of you needs to be punished most. Guess which one it is?", he added and pressed the pear against her face, letting it slide down her entire body.

When it reached her vagina, he suddenly lifted it again. "No, that one is only the second most evil part of you." He pinched her nose shut until her mouth fell open, then shoved the pear in. His left hand held her chin as he inserted it so deeply he could hear her gag and only the screw was visible between her teeth. "Scream if you want me to stop", he said with a grin, knowing full well that she could not even whisper right now.

As he turned and turned, the leaves expanded and pressed against her throat from the inside. He was, of course, being much, much gentler than when he normally used the pear. He watched carefully as its size became more and more unbearable. When it was lodged in her mouth, he left it there and stood back, satisfied that she was now quite incapable of using her sharp tongue - or make any sound aside from muffled whimpering.

"How is that? I might be the first man who ever got you to be silent. Maybe I should just leave it in for a few days and teach you something about keeping your mouth shut. Though you will find that quite impossible right now..." He stepped closer again and gently tugged on the pear a little, satisfied that it did not move even a little bit. "Have you learned what happens if you mock me? Just nod if you have."

He put his hands on her breasts and ran them down her sides until one was resting on her left buttock and the other one was touching her wet vagina. He inserted one finger, then two, then three and began exciting her, curious to hear what her cries of lust would sound like muffled by the pear. At the same time, he kissed her on the right nipple and began playing with her breast by first nibbling on it, then taking it between his lips and sucking.

He closed his eyes and savored the odd noises she was forced to make by all this as she stood there helplessly, arms over her head and kept from crying out by the gag in her mouth. After he had brought her to climax, he turned down the pear and carefully removed it from between her teeth. It was moist and slippery and shone with a thick layer of her spit as it came out. No blood, though, he noted with satisfaction.

"Before we get to the whipping you begged me for, I must really punish your pussy for getting so wet when you should be feeling punished. It is not appropriate. Good thing my little pear is so versatile, so I do not even have to get a new instrument. I will get a little lard, though... it always slips in so much more easily if I prepare it a little. Look at its size, after all. It will need any help it can get."

Knowing very well that time was on his side, he was in no hurry to get the little pot of lard. He sat down on the ground in front of her and began very meticulously covering the entire pear in the fat until it shone in the torchlight as if it was made of some polished orange metal. "Brace yourself, Lianne. And remember that you can scream as loudly as you want again. You will probably feel the need to very soon."

He knelt down and his fingertips pushed through her pubic hair, spread her open. With the other hand, he touched the greasy metal to her. "Feels good, doesn't it? Greased up like that, it is nice and warm. There is nothing worse than being tortured with icy cold instruments, right?", he said, and it sounded almost sincerely caring. The pear quickly met resistance as it pushed against her insides, but it slid in quite easily at first.

Sudden pressure told him that he was reaching her natural limits. Had she been one of his regular prisoners, he would have just pushed on without mercy, or regard for her health. He did not, of course. Instead, he began punching her insides very gently with the instrument, knowing that even these tiny movements would be punishment enough.

"I am ready to hear your apology for being so insolent towards me, Lianne. Go on, apologize."

 

[Little_Tease]

She smirked some as he told her she would get her whipping like she so eagerly wanted but he had to do something about her little naughty mouth. She had to watch out not to giggle as she saw something in his eyes which started to relax and just enjoy and she was to or she just hoped.

Her eyes watched him walk away, then pick something up, and then come slowly back over to her. She knew now that her little game she was playing and had so much fun with was now going to get back at her, she didn’t know if she was just more excited then before or if she feared his fantasy which she was tickling out of him because of her teasing game.

He came back and held her a metal piece so in front of her so she could closely look at what it was. Her eyes roamed over it as she nibbled her lip, his finger running over it, as it was something delicate. He then told her how it worked, which did make her hold her breath for a second as he then asked her which hole of hers might become it since she was becoming it as a punishment for being so mocking.

She knew this was a trick question and she soooooooo had to fight the urge to answer it but as he then pressed the pear against her face and then let it slowly run down her body her eyes were locked to his she kept her lips shut not to give the slightest of noise. She knew if she wasn’t careful, she might just become something she didn’t want or maybe she did.

Her body got a shiver as she felt the slightly cool metal land between her legs. She wanted to gasp slightly as he then took it away, brought it back up, and then told her that her hole there wasn’t the one yet to get punished, as it only was the second evil part of her at the moment. Before she could react or do anything he pinched her nose shut as she tried to fight it as long as she could to open her mouth as she knew exactly now were he wanted to do it.

She was good in holding her breath but the excitement and all made it difficult for her to hold it and she knew he wasn’t going to stop till she did open her mouth. She couldn’t hold it any longer and opened her mouth to gasp for air. At that second, she opened her mouth to get air he shoved the pear in her mouth and so she couldn’t pull away his left hand held onto her chin.

It she felt as the pear grew so to say in her mouth, pressing against her mouth from the inside and her teeth. She knew she was going to be able to say anything more then make noises as he then told her to scream if she wanted him to stop. She gave him this look as if saying yeah right as if you would stop any way you’re enjoying this way too much but he wasn’t the only one enjoying this. It was something she wouldn’t have thought out herself but it was very exciting if she had to tell the truth.

She wanted to deeply to try and say or mumble anything out to him but felt like it wasn’t going to be able even if she tried but on the other hand she wasn’t sure if she wanted to rick it or what he might do to her then or even open the pear a bit more. He had the size he wanted and she wasn’t able to give more or at least she thought and she didn’t dare want to try out more.

He took a couple of steps back as her eyes roamed him he had this satisfying smirk on his lips it was now she knew he was in his element and not only she was enjoying this more and more and not yet wanted this to end. He then asked her how it was and made a joke about being the first man to get her to shut her mouth and be silent she gave him this look as if she was saying yeah yeah right but just wait. He then said he should maybe leave it in there for a few days she shook her head ever so slightly as if saying no not days. It wasn’t painful at the moment but to long she would get a cram in her jaw and feared that might bring pain with it more then pleasure after all.

He then came closer to her and tugged ever so slightly on the pear as if seeing if he opened it enough so it wouldn’t move she gave him a light whimper like cry as he did, as if saying hey stop that. He then asked if she learned what would happen for mocking him she tried to keep her eyes soft thou she couldn’t really hide this feistiness in them as she took a second before she nodded once but as if she tried not to give in to his game.

Her breathing started to slowly pick up as she felt his hand on her breast, her back arched ever so slightly as if to press just a little more against his hand but so as if she tried to do so that he didn’t notice. Feeling his hand now slowly down over her body she locked her eyes to his as his hand then rested on her buttocks she took a deep breath. Feeling then his other hand between her legs and slowly inserting his fingers in her she gasped some as good as she could.

He then leaned down slightly and started to kiss her nipple she tilted her head back some closing her eyes as her thighs shivered ever so slightly. He was letting this fire grow and rise inside of her once again but this time she couldn’t use her sharp tongue and her hands were not free to grip at him or something else other then the chains. Her legs shivered as her knees sometimes gave in slightly as she moaned under the pear her breathing picked up pressing her breast more to his lips.

She shivered slightly as her thighs just couldn’t stop after she cam all over his fingers. Whimpering a bit under the pear her back arched slightly still as she tried to calm her breathing and her heart beat this was such a new feeling of pleasure she hadn’t felt before and had mixed thought about it and wasn’t sure if she wanted him to go for another round or stop.

He then turned the pear down to take it out of her mouth, she gave a slight whimper of ease as she could close her mouth normal again and her jaw could relax. He took it out of her mouth and as he did a bit of her saliva rolled over her lips and dripped down on her breasts. She also took a deep breath.

He then told her she would become her whipping she wanted but before that, once again, he still had to punish one last hole of hers, she whimpered ever so softly as she wasn’t sure how he was going to get the pear in her, as it was pretty big already in her mouth before he opened it. He told her he was going to put lard on it so it might slip easier. She bite her lip as she didn’t dare say one word knowing she had to behave at least a bit.

He had taken the pear and some lard and sat down in front of her as she watched him lard up the pear as if he had the time of the world. Her eyes locked to his as she watched him carefully and as if enjoying it was preparing the pear. She had this urge to try and talk him out of it but wasn’t sure if she would make it more difficult for herself so she just wiggled some as if being impatient.

She did get a little scared of this new painful pleasure as he then told her she was not only able but allowed to scream out again if she felt she needed to which he did already hinted she would want to very soon. He was kneeling now in front of her so he had a better reach between her legs. She felt his fingers making their way for the pear to her little hot spot between her legs.

Her thighs shivered some as she fought the urge to just close her legs so he wouldn’t get between them thou with his strength and all his toys here she knew it wouldn’t have taken long before he could have gotten her to open them back up for him. She gasped feeling now the pear between her lips slightly pressing its way in her already as he then talked about the metal being warm. Of course, she thought her mouth warmed it up for her; she closed her eyes as she listened to him but didn’t answer his question knowing it wouldn’t be just a yes or no.

It was now in her she then looked down to him as if to see if it was fully in her or how much really fit in her. Though as she felt him push carefully as if punching her ever so softly but with each one, she gasped and whimpered some she wanted to jump or pull her hips away but afraid that it might hurt more if she made these movements.

He then told her he was ready for her to apologize, really he wanted her to speak now, now were she could get in so much trouble as she knew and she thought he probly as well knew that it would be a wonder if she only apologized. She closed her eyes some and kept telling herself in her mind only say sorry only say sorry…

She took a deep breath as she then looked down to him and then bite her lip before she quietly almost to quiet started to apologize.

“I am ….s…S…”

She had to take another breath as her lips so tried to only say sorry.

“Pl…Please forgive me Master Heinrich”

She thought quick and painless said quickly for him to forgive her but she knew she said to little so she added.

“For mocking you Sir!”

She whimpered every now and then as she let herself hang slightly before standing again as if she was eager to want more and trying to play it safe for a bit at least. She knew he would never really hurt her at least not anymore other than she would do something to disserves it but all this pain was a little game and it wasn’t all just pain a lot of pleasure was mixed up in it as well. It was a game she was liking to play with him and couldn’t be any happier then having this chance to be his play toy so to say.

 

[Knightmare27]

He expanded the pear ever so slightly, carefully watching her face for how much pain she was in. Then he suddenly struck the end of it with his palm, knowing that it would resonate through her entire body.

"I forgive you.", he said and closed the pear again before pulling it out. "You have one more hole left, but you have not been bad with that one yet. Though it is only a matter of time..."

He stepped behind her and spread her butt cheeks before touching the metal, now glistening with her juices, to her insides. "Aren't you glad I did not start with that hole of yours?", he chuckled, "that would have made it so much worse as a gag, wouldn't it?" He pushed it in, wiggling it around to make absolutely sure she would feel it all the way as it made its way up her butthole. "That part can take much more than the others, so I will see how much I can spread you."

It had now disappeared, only the screw poking out of her butt. A screw he now began to turn, steadying his other hand on her belly. As he expanded the pear, he could feel her breathing become more labored, and sweat build up under his fingertips. "How big was the biggest you ever took up the ass?", he asked. "Like this?" - a turn - "or more like this?". He then turned the pear again and pulled it out.

Holding it in front of her face, he continued. "As a penitent, you will of course have to clean that later. You don't want the next witch I gag with this one to be greeted by the lovely taste of your crap, right? It's bad enough that you gave up their names. Don't make them eat shit, too." He put the pear away for the moment, then his eyes fell on another instrument... yes, that was another one she would get before the whip.

It was a sharp, five-pronged metal claw on a handle the length of his forearm. "I like to call that one the Cat's Paw", he said conversationally as he set about its prongs with a whetstone. It was more to build up anticipation than anything, really - even now, they were frighteningly sharp. He just enjoyed looking in her eyes as she was forced to watch him sharpening it, and to listen to the sound of grinding as it reverberated off the walls.

He lightly touched it to her skin, just above her right hip, then began drawing it across her body, careful to leave only five fine red lines - not the deep gashes he knew this could cause. This was an instrument best used on the criminal's accomplices - while it was not excruciating by itself, few could stand the anticipation of having to watch someone else get bloodied by it, knowing they would be next.

"Do you want the cat to play with your pussy next?", he asked as he lifted the claw off her and jabbed it at that area... but then he laughed and stepped behind her instead. Placing it between her shoulder blades, he began slowly dragging it down her back. "Feel it as it goes down your back. Can you guess when I reach your butt?" He took his time, knowing how fearsome it was to be tortured by something she could not see.

He put the instrument away and hugged her from behind, stroking her bald head and kissing her on the streaks he had left between her shoulders. She was being so brave... the things she did for fun would have been enough to break some of the other prisoners. Yet she was feeling pleasure underneath all that pain.

Heinrich loosened the hug and went to retrieve the whip he had promised her. "Before I whip you, let me ask you for help in finding out more about a new form of torture I heard about. It is lucky I shaved your hair because that is what I need to make it work. Just imagine, you will be the first to feel it and report exactly what it feels like."

"Apparently, it involves strapping you into a chair very tightly, then hanging a leaking skin of water over your head. I heard the drops drive someone to insanity in just a few hours. I can not imagine such a gentle torture being so effective, but if it does work, it will spare me so much work with the rack and the whips. Just a little bit of water."

He could have ordered her to do it, of course. She was here to be punished! But he was feeling playful, and what fun was there in ordering her around?

“Well, you can decide while I satisfy your appetite for the whip”, he said and unfurled it. Anticipation was everything with the whip, so he let it coil in front of her naked legs like a snake before dramatically raising it and letting it rush through the air. It cracked next to her cheek, missing her ear by a hand’s breadth. “Ready?”, he asked.

He laughed. “I should not ask that. They never are.” He lashed her across the breasts, adding another red welt to the stripes the Paw had left. Four more lashes, and the front of her upper body was covered in stripes – very shallow ones, mere caresses compared to the crushing force he could have put into it. Then he concentrated on her legs, leaving another set of stripes on her hips and down to her ankles. More lashes followed from behind, the whip’s eager end smacking into her naked skin from her wrists down to her ankles until she was covered in red stripes, and he was covered in drops of sweat.

He lowered her and untied her hands. “I will take a break now… you can sit down too, I guess. If you can”. He laughed and slapped her on her butt, which was criss-crossed with lines. Then he went to the fireplace, made a little fire and set a pot on it. He began boiling some water from a large cask he kept in the torture chamber. He did not really trust it cold, since he rarely changed it. It was normally used for water torture – an activity where he naturally did not care if anyone got sick to their stomach - they normally did anyway. When the water had cooled down just enough that he could drink it, he took the pot over to the rack which they were using as a makeshift bench and shared the drink with his “victim”.
“Well, I think we have had a lot of fun for today. Your body needs rest…especially after that thrashing I just gave you. You can get dressed now, and I will lead you back to your cell. If you decide to help me with trying that new method, we can do that tomorrow.”

He brought her the dress and got dressed himself. He had never expected anything like this to happen, but it had been an evil sort of fun. It was certainly the first time anyone had ever actually enjoyed having the pear inserted…
He hugged and kissed her goodbye. Heinrich would certainly be back soon. This witch had awakened new desires in him, desires that only she could fulfil. No one else he had ever seen had this delicious type of madness that allowed her to have a great time in the torture chamber.

The next day, the guards had already arrested one of the witches Lianne had betrayed. Hanno the fishmonger was a young man, about Lianne’s equal in age. He was strongly built and seemed to be determined not to show even a bit of fear as Heinrich tied him in front of the judge and began the questioning.
He was stripped naked, threatened with the instruments… even this only drew some mocking remarks from him, but not even a hint of a confession. His body looked like it could take quite a bit of abuse. He was tall and quite bulky, a respectable layer of fat covering muscles that bulged as he strained against the ropes binding his hands together. His face was much more delicate than would be expected from such a brute, very pale and showed no signs of shame or embarrassment, even in his predicament. There was no fear visible, either.

At a nod from Lambert, Heinrich untied Hanno’s hands and brought them together in front of him. As a guard held the fishmonger from behind, the executioner wrapped an especially thick, rough rope around his wrists and pulled them so tight that it elicited a wince – the first sign that the prisoner was not completely impervious to pain. He wrapped it around both his arms once, then suddenly pulled so hard it nearly disappeared in the folds of his flesh, which was now red and bulging. Another loop, then he stopped.

Still no sign of a confession, so Heinrich kept looping and looping, making sure to pinch folds of skin every time he added another turn. Though Hanno squirmed and struggled, making it very hard for the guard to hold on, he did not make another sound of pain – and did not utter a word, either. Finally, the rope had reached the prisoner’s elbow, so the torturer secured it with a knot and let him stand there, facing the court. Soon, his legs began to wobble and he sat on the ground, tears in his eyes.

No confession. “Executioner, take the prisoner to the cell. We will begin with the torture tomorrow.” A shadow of a smile appeared on Heinrich’s face as he saw Hanno mouth “begin?”

He nodded and removed the rope, leaving deep ravines in the young man’s flesh that would take quite some time to smooth out. His hands would not be able to move for quite some time now, but he was still tied, hands on his back, before being led off to the cells, to await the actual torture they would try on him tomorrow.

Today was a busy day. After this torture, he had three whippings and two pilloryings to perform. Then he could return to Lianne. She might even be able to help him with the newly captured witch. Either by reasoning with him, frightening him or… in other ways. He would leave that up to her. She would find herself put to some use today. And afterwards, they could have their pleasure again. He was already wondering down what strange paths her appetite for pain would lead her that day. Heinrich opened the door to her cell.

 

[Little_Tease]

Lianne watch him carefully as he had something new wanting to torture please her, as he stated to sharpen the claws of this new toy she nibbled her lip as it was looking very tempting and she did wonder how it would feel on her skin over her body. She saw that something had changed inside of him as if his true side was starting to show on the surface and he loved it more and more with each min.

She gasped and slightly pulled away but quickly stopped moving as she felt him run the claws ever so slightly over her silken hip as It scratch slightly into her skin leaving small red lines left behind as he moved it more along her body. He teased her as he asked if he should use it on her pussy thou she held her breath not sure what she wanted but then as he stepped behind her, she looked over her shoulder slightly to watch him.

She felt him set it between her shoulders which made her tilt her head as her body shivered ever so slightly, she gasped a slight small lick moan. He asked her if she could guess when he got low enough but she was so lost in this new feeling she couldn’t speak.

Lianne moaned and gasped out to each Whipping he gave her as her body jumped to each strike. It was painful but also pleasing it was so close to each other that she did not know which more was, she tilted her head back as her hands made small fists as her thighs shivered.

Her breath was quick as her body shivered and quivered as she was all wet and hot up to now as he then had asked her if she would help him find a new torture he could use on others which almost made her smirk as she knew this torture at least as a myth. There was this myth of how some women and men were tested to see if they were worthy of being the Devils child and gifted. They would be tied up standing in a cave or such while a pointy stone was set so above their heads so when drops of water would drip down it, it would drip on their heads right between their eyes.

If they could hold it out for a certain time, they were worthy when not they went made. She had never seen it or felt it herself but she did believe many myths of the witches. Her thoughts were still with his whippings her body felt over whelmed with all the feelings he had made her feel some willing others unwilling but she learned so much more over her own body and his as well in all this.

Each time the cracking sound of his whip came a second later. She felt the small strips of leather wrap itself around her body and as if it started to dig into her skin as it then was pulled back it felt as if it tried to hold onto her and being pulled away leaving small strips of pleasurable red strips.

Her heart raced her breathing was fast as her body quivered not sure how much more she would be able to handle as no man had ever touched her like this and it was over whelming her more then she ever thought a man could do to her. When he then untied her telling, she could go and sit down that he was going to take a break she gasped some as she tried to catch her breath some and get her weak knees to hold.

She watched him move over to the fire place boiling some water to freshen it up she then dropped down to her knees kneeling resting slightly her buttocks on her heels the first two or three times she tried to jumped and gasped ever so slightly as it was still a bit sore. She now was sitting there like a good little pet so to say on her knees resting her buttocks on her heels and her hands lay on her thighs as she tried to catch herself once again not wanting him to see how much she enjoyed this as he did as well. She also didn’t want him to see that she was almost over whelmed in what he did.

She took small sips as she listened to him she smiled ever so slightly as his meaning of fun racing a eye brow ever so slightly but didn’t dare say anything as she had learned what it might mean if she did. He gave her her dress and told her to get dressed he would show her back to her cell.

“Yes Master Heinrich as you please…Master!”

She sat there in her cell and had slept but this night the first in her life she thought she really did sleep and not use it to please herself as she was so tired and needed energy for their next play time. She woke to the sun slowly riding its way over her body with one small spot from the hole like window in her cell. She sat there as some guards brought her some food and something to drink she just kept quiet not saying anything as she just listened to everything going around.

She could hear the people outside walking fighting talking and just using their time in the sun enjoying its warmth. Then a bit quieter some screams and torture, other guards laughing mocking the prisoners and all she smiled some wondering how long Heinrich would stay away from her. Was her witch like body and thoughts strong enough in his mind to pull him as quick as he could work get him back to her or if his new side that she had woke inside of him helped him gain control.

She sat in the corner humming ever so softly to herself as she waited for him to come to her again as she thought about the myth the stories told under the witched if she should tell him or if she should try it herself or both.

She had to smile ever so softly and innocent as she heard someone unlocking her door and then when Heinrich walked in she smiled. She pulled her dress up ever so slightly so she could crawl over to kneel before him to great him.

“Good evening Master Heinrich!”