Warrior Rharnia - Part 3

Freed from her bonds, she reached for the guard, grabbed his cock with one hand, pulled it into her mouth. The other hand reached between his thighs and gently massaged his testicles. Groaning, the guard drilled his hard cock into her wet mouth. Nothing seemed more important to her than getting that cock and sucking it off.

Her already veiled gaze was only fixed on his abdomen, nothing else existed for her. They hardly felt a sharp hand slap on their bare buttocks, after the first they immediately concentrated on the next hard cock, which was held in front of their face. The rest of the guards grinned at each other in disbelief. She had never seen such a slave.

After a short consultation with Brogdan, they also stepped forward, slowly jerked their hard cocks and let their whip dance over the naked body again. Again her breasts, butt and back as well as her open crotch were whipped, but the harder she was hit, the more intense Rharnia's efforts on their cocks became. Finally, another guard discharged himself deep in her throat and withdrew, threads of sperm stuck to his glans and the corners of her mouth. Another guard quickly took his place, jerking off in front of her face.

A gurgle escaped her mouth as she swallowed semen, but her eyes were already on the hard cock and a soft "more" escaped her lips. The whips continued to slap her body relentlessly. Finally it was over. Rharnia's world was nothing but pain and, finally, black, bottomless darkness.

She had no longer been able to control her body and the sensations had collapsed on her like an all-consuming wall of flame. Left in a dark and bottomless darkness, Rharnia dropped. Rharnia hardly noticed how her bonds were released and she was lowered to the hall floor. Her surroundings seemed black and filled with dull pain. Hands grabbed her, brutal, demanding hands.

A brief pain in her abdomen, which soon subsided in the great dark sea of her pain, became unimportant. But the voice close to her ear seemed real. "Well, my little Rharnia, now you will regret what you did to me. Of course you have to thank your benefactors properly now.

They will now satisfy themselves on you!” Gideon got up, gave Brogdan a sign and walked over to the table. Her wound had been tended to, but anger seethed deep within her. After she had given herself to her servants several times and the naked, loyal but stupid souls lay exhausted in the small room on the soft furs, she had sat up, once again examined the wounds in the polished metal plate and wrapped a cloak around herself . Her eyes twinkled ominously as she left the small room.

Now dropping the cloak carelessly, she sat down naked again on the table that had served as a pleasure city for her and the young whore. Meanwhile, Rharnia was dragged up. Gideon lay back, spread her thighs and ran one hand over her pubic mound, parting her labia and exposing the small, hard clit. Excitement pulsed through her body, her nipples stood up and a tingling in her abdomen spread.

Eventually, she instructed the guards to place the completely disoriented Rharnia squarely on her body. Pulling her head onto her shoulder, feeling the full breasts on her own, Gideon placed her hands on Rharnia's small bottom. She felt the trembling body, semen dripping from her open mouth onto Gideon's shoulder. Rharnia's entire body from the ankle cuffs up to the neck was completely covered with red welts that overlapped and crossed.

She enjoyed the naked, abused body that lay on top of her. Felt the heat on her body, smelled the sweat and semen. Her hands slid over the little buttocks, traced welts with the tip of her fingers and gently played around the tight butthole. Again Rharnia heard the whispering voice in her ear: "When you are taken by a man, after a while you forget him...

When you let a man perform your most intimate desires on you, it takes time... probably longer before you forget him. Now my men will take you from behind, tear your ass open completely. From now on you are no longer a woman, just a piece of dirt, an animal.

This is exactly how we will treat you until you earn the privilege of being taken like a woman again! That, you will never forget and why this was done to you!” With these last words, Gideon gave a quick sign and clutched Rharnia tighter. Her hands were tight against Rharnia's anus as she ruthlessly tore the buttocks apart. One of the guards who had been whipping them came up behind Rharnia. In his hand he held a leather bag with animal fat and rubbed his hard glans with it.

While Gideon put his penis in front of Rharnia's anus with nimble fingers, the guards held Rharnia, who was struggling with the last of his strength, pressed against Gideon. Rharnia felt the intensely aroused body of her tormentor beneath her, her hands wandering over her abused buttocks, making her skin burn even more. The once-proud warrior seemed to be resigned, her already weak body languishing in anticipation of the inevitable. Finally the guard threw himself forward.

At the last moment, Rharnia tried to throw himself around to protect her back, but the guard was too close to her pelvis. His hard cock jerked deep and brutally into her anus. Her resistance died immediately when she felt the stiff penis chasing through her anus and waves of pain coursing through her body again. The animal fat wasn't enough to make her anus slippery and it seemed like it was ripping open her intestines.

But she didn't want to faint, and so she felt the man breathing on her neck, chasing his hot penis through her anus, Gideon's fingers that had slipped onto her lap, Gideon's own lap, with which they were wrapping themselves around Rharnia's hips rubbed, her stiff nipples brushing against Gideon's and she saw Gideon and the man kissing greedily over her shoulder. But then everything was over quickly. The man came deep inside her ass, his hot cum washing up her intestines and spilling out of her anus as he pulled away exhausted. Disgusted by the torture and the emotions coursing through her body, Rharnia turned her head to the side.

Her forehead fell forward on Gideon's shoulder and tears ran down her cheeks. Again Gideon whispered things in her ear that sent chills down her spine. A last guard and finally two prisoners were led down, smeared her cock with the animal fat and threw themselves on the naked body to penetrate her anus as well. While brutally taking Rharnia, Gideon tossed and turned under her, obsessively rubbing her own clit and two, then three fingers fucking herself deep in her cunt.

Screaming, Gideon experienced several orgasms in a row. Aroused anew by the two naked bodies, three guards who had come before used them again. In the meantime, her anus was so wide that she no longer needed fat. The semen of her predecessors slowly ran out of the open butt hole and down onto Rharnia's swollen labia and from there it dribbled in thick drops onto Gideon's fingers, which were still digging in her womb. Finally the two women lay exhausted on each other for a while.

At that moment, the two guards stepped forward. They had watched with interest while the young warrior was being used by the guards. One of them grinned and wiped cum from her thigh while looking back over her shoulder at the guard who sent it. Shortly after he came on her bare thigh, she'd squeezed his balls until he fainted, screaming and thrashing.

She took a cum-smeared finger into her mouth as both guards stepped between Rharnia's spread legs. They silently demanded their right to use Rharnia. Gideon was exhausted from the orgasms but nodded in agreement. While one of the women pulled apart Rharnia's buttocks, the second pushed two fingers of her left hand into Rharnia's open anus.

Smeared with animal fat and the men's semen, her fingers slid deep into Rharnia's abused and hot interior. Although very close to unconsciousness, Rharnia reared up again. But the probing fingers didn't budge, slid deeper and another finger was added. When Rharnia's anus was widened, after a few back and forth thrusts, the guard pushed four fingers into the tight anus at the same time.

She cupped her hand around her thumb and squeezed. But even when she put strength into the forward movement and brutally tried to push her hand into Rharnia's intestines, the maltreated sphincter denied her the opportunity to penetrate deeper. With only four fingers she tried to widen the anus, to make it more docile. But she also had to breathe harder and harder.

The guard who had been pulling Rharnia's bottom apart had come up behind her and was rubbing her rock hard clit hard and forcefully while masturbating. Eventually, the guards climaxed almost simultaneously and the front one stopped torturing Rharnia's anus and withdrew her hand. Satisfied and satisfied, the warders left their mistress and the broken warrior on the table. During the whole time Gideon had caressed herself wildly and drilled several fingers between her labia.

She, too, was completely exhausted and pushed the almost lifeless, abused body off her. Rharnia fell dully to the ground, where she lay disregarded. Later, still half senseless, Rharnia was returned to her seat. Exhausted, Rharnia hung back in her chains while a thin trickle of cum ran down her thighs from her widened asshole. Her entire body was covered with countless whip marks and patches of red skin, while her abdomen was still burning.

But the soothing blackness that surrounded her was shattered by a brutal hand that grabbed her hair and jerked her slumped head back. "Well, how did you like that, my little dog? Tomorrow we will prepare you in such a way that in the future you can only be taken into your small, tight hole until it is completely torn open.” Gideon laughed shrilly. Sweat beaded down her forehead, burning the fresh wound. With a jerk she drilled two fingers deep into the battered, sperm-filled anus.

Finally, a deep unconsciousness brought release to Rharnia's tortured body. When she woke up and the light from the torches burned her eyes like pangs, she didn't know how much time had passed. Her chains had been loosened a little and she now wore a heavy leather collar that was attached to the wall with a longer chain. Her hands were still tied, but this time in front of her body and not as tightly as before.

Before her, just within reach, had been placed a small bowl of water and a squire of bread. She greedily wolfed down the bread. Groaning in pain as the bread touched her throat, she suddenly became aware of the torture, torture and humiliation. She sagged, but hunger drove her to devour the rest of the bread as well.

When she had quenched her first thirst, she leaned back against the cold stone wall. At least the cool stone was good for her battered skin. Without surprise, she found that her body had been poorly cleaned and a brownish mass had been applied to the worst of the wounds and welts. The exhaustion overwhelmed her again and her eyes closed weakly.

It seemed only a few moments later when a high-pitched scream of pain startled her again. She couldn't tell where the scream had come from, but was awake enough to look around at the moment. The light of the torch left no way of telling the time of day, but it was quieter in the huge vault and the Castle of the Monarchies Gideon. Rharnia took the opportunity to take a closer look at the cave. If Gideon and her bloodhounds had known that the young warrior was looking for a way to escape, it would have meant more torture for the young woman.

No one paid any attention to Rharnia, however. Carefully she began to massage the tense muscles in her left thigh. It burned like liquid fire, but she focused on the pain, isolating it and pushing it far away from her. To a corner of her consciousness where she only felt him vaguely.

Finally she could focus on her surroundings. The cave in which it was located seemed originally to be of natural origin. It was about 40 meters long and 20 meters wide. It was lit by torches, there was only a large set of double doors leading out into more caves through which Rharnia had been brought in.

The cave was about 4 meters high most of the way, and there was an air shaft up there that brought some fresh air into the room. But the entire cave was filled with the smell of sweat and other exhalations and the stench of great fear. There were currently more than two dozen people in the cave. Two of them were guards, three were assistants to the slave master himself, of course, and other prisoners.

Of the prisoners, five were male and the rest were female. Some were just chained to the wall like Rharnia, some in racks and some in actual torture racks. These were of different types. Right next to her was a young woman chained to the wall.

Rharnia frowned, in the torchlight it seemed the young woman was crouching halfway up the wall. In disbelief, Rharnia strained her eyes in the flickering light. The woman's arms were tied behind her back and the rope was fastened to the wall behind her back. Her ankle cuffs were also tied together and tied to the wall so high off the ground that it appeared as if she were floating in a crouch, floating off the ground.

The pull on her arms must have been almost inhuman. But then Rharnia noticed that a sturdy stick had been driven into the rock just below her abdomen. On this piece of wood in turn stuck a long thin wooden stick, which disappeared between her thighs. Rharnia turned her head to the side, she could imagine how the young woman was held in this position almost 40 cm off the ground. Next to it was another woman.

Her hands were tied to the wall above her head so that her feet barely touched the ground. Clamps were fastened to her nipples, similar to the ones Rharnia had felt before. Thin ropes ran from these brackets down to her knees, so that she too seemed to be squatting freely against the wall. Her legs, however, were held up only by the stretched ropes attached to the clamps.

A young, very pretty woman was looking forward to a frame that looked like an upside-down "Y". Her torso was strapped to a beam while her legs were tied to the two thighs of the "Y". Her upper body hung down while the beam was so narrow that her large breasts hung down on either side. Her feet were at eye level with the guard who just stepped between her spread thighs.

Due to the bondage, her abdomen was freely accessible to him. Grinning, she grabbed her hips with both hands and massaged her buttocks almost gently. It was only at that moment that the woman seemed to notice him, raising her head and craning her neck to see who was standing behind her. The guard was tall and muscular.

Dark, stringy hair fell in curls to his shoulders, framing a finely sculpted, handsome face. His breath rose and fell evenly across his broad, bare chest. Rharnia made a face. Surprised, she shook her head and cursing herself, she craned her neck to be able to see the rest of the guard as well.

The guard appeared to be extremely fit and the flexing muscles in his legs and buttocks could be seen even in the dim lights of the torches. He seemed to be leaning down and whispering something to the woman. She turned her head to look up at him and then dropped her head in resignation. He stepped closer, pushed the loincloth down his hips, and slipped naked between her thighs.

Rharnia could hardly see anything, but it seemed as if he was stroking and rubbing the parted labia with his left hand, while his right seemed to be busy with his sex. Eventually he stepped back a little and Rharnia could see for a moment a huge, erect cock he held in his right hand and gently stroked the tied woman's labia a few times before slowly, almost cautiously, penetrating her. Still, she groaned loudly and winced. But her bonds prevented any further success.

Over time, he built up a strong rhythm, and since otherwise there was hardly any noise to be heard from the cave, the slapping of his naked body on her abdomen was clearly noticeable. A tug spreads in Rharnia's abdomen and she stared at his back and buttocks, almost fascinated, as he threw himself forward and into the woman again and again. Finally he threw himself forward one last time and spasmed, shaking. He seemed to whisper something again before slowly pulling away and grabbing his loincloth. "YOU know the Lady's orders!" Brogdan had approached unnoticed.

He carried a crop, which he slapped on the guard's back. “She wants this whore to be brutally taken every day and then thank you by licking your shaft clean…. You're going to whip her and when you can again, this time you're going to take her in the ass, got it? Or you'll end up against that wall over there.” With that, Brogdan turned and walked over to other prisoners to check their bonds. Rharnia saw the guard rub a hand over the welt left by the crop.

Anger burned in his eyes as, without looking at the prisoner, he picked up a whip from the ground. When the first blow fell, he didn't seem to pay attention to the woman, instead his eyes hung on the brutal overseer's back. Rharnia flinched. The tip of the crop that had whipped the guard only moments earlier had pierced her abdomen painfully.

Brogdan's somber eyes burned into hers as she tried to meet his gaze. He let her close her thighs and press them together, smiled and walked on without a word. An icy shiver ran down Rharnia's spine. A wave of fear and panic swept over her, threatening to overwhelm her. She watched the scene with wide eyes for a while.

But after a few moments her willpower had regained control of her thoughts, shaking her head and pushing away the fear. Nevertheless, she closed her eyes. The guard was not restrained this time, but abused the young woman brutally and without feeling, while Brogdan's eyes never left her. The sight no longer excited Rharnia.

She tried to relax, but her uncomfortable position on the floor prevented her from getting a moment's sleep. Finally she sat up and looked around again. In a corner of the cave a woman was sitting on some sort of millstone. She was naked like everyone else.

The millstone was set upright and the woman was tied to it. The side edges of the millstone probably pressed very painfully into her thighs, and her feet were tied to the ground. Her hands were tied behind her back. Around her waist she wore a belt that had small nails on the inside edge.

Her hair was tied in a tight ponytail and a thin leather strap was fastened between the ponytail and the belt in such a way that her head was pulled far back on the neck. Whenever she even moved her head, the nails pressed into her flesh. At that moment, one of the assistants came up to her, untied her, threw her on the floor without her bonds and spread her thighs, took off his cloak, threw himself between her legs and thrust two of his fingers into her vagina. When she barely responded, he used four fingers to torment her.

And soon she showed a reaction. She moaned loudly as the fingers went inside her, arching her back to avoid the pain. But soon enough the assistant feasted on her pained face, which could be seen from his stiff penis, threw herself forward and raped her. The woman didn't resist in any way, she was too exhausted. When he came, he deliberately squirted her on her lap and stomach, and got up, pulled her to her feet as well and tied her back to the millstone while his sperm flowed over her stomach and lap and he proudly showed it to the other torturers.

Only a few meters away from her was a young, pretty woman. As far as Rharnia could tell, she wasn't bound at her feet, hands or anything else. Sweat stung Rharnia's eyes as she tried to see more in the gloom. Now she noticed long sticks rammed into the ground next to the young woman.

Rharnia turned away. Although only a thin wooden stick, this bondage was enough for the young woman. The sticks were sharpened at the top and driven only so far into the ground that the woman, impaled by the wooden stick, had to stand on tiptoe to take the pressure of her own body without ramming the tip of the stick into her abdomen. Rharnia turned away in disgust and continued to look around.

On the other side was a woman chained to a grating, her legs were also spread wide and between them Rharnia saw a thin trickle of blood mixed with cold sweat and the whitish semen of the men. Apparently the woman on it had been used before. At the moment, a black torturer stood next to her, climbed onto the grating and bared his stiff, black penis. When the woman looked at him anxiously, he pushed back his foreskin with one hand so that the black glans was visible and pressed it against the woman's mouth.

He ordered the woman to open her mouth and forced it open when she didn't respond immediately for fear of him. Now he slowly pushed his penis into her mouth, greatly aroused by the sight of a black penis between pink lips. While he was doing this, one of the other assistants came up to the two, took a willow stick in his hand and suddenly and without warning struck the woman on the bare and uncovered pubic mound through the black one, so that she tried but could not cry out , stiff penis between her lips. But the black man also yelled at her to start, so the woman had to suck on the penis in her mouth while her body kept jerking under the other's punches.

But she worked on him apparently with devotion, because the black moaned softly. But he wanted more, so he stood right in front of her, grabbed her hair and now pushed into her mouth as if he would use her. The tortured woman gagged a few times, but she endured the torture. As he came, he pulled out his penis and spread his cum all over her body, then descended and disappeared. That was the last impression Rharnia got before tiredness overcame her again.

Rharnia spent a second uncomfortable night, finding little rest. After a restless sleep, she woke up with a great pressure in her bladder. With no other option, she emptied her bladder and felt her warm urine run down her thighs from her shaved lap. She probably made little noises as one of the remaining guards approached her and she felt his hand slide down her stomach between her legs as if he were looking for something.

And sure enough, after his hand had felt her warm urine on her vagina and thighs, he knelt in front of her and picked up her right leg. Rharnia flinched when she saw him slowly start licking up the urine from her ankle up. He came closer and closer to her abdomen and licked her skin with such devotion that it disgusted her. Then she felt his face on her lap, his hands pressed into her buttocks so he could lick her better and his tongue poked its way inside her, so that she sighed softly.

Apparently that got him hot because he stepped back, ripped off his clothes, stepped back up to her and pressed his hands back into her buttocks, pulling her against him and jerking inside her. He did it fast and hard, but long after he was gone she still felt his warm cum in her now heated vagina. It was only after he had been gone for a long time and new tortures on the women around her made her feel fear that she realized that she had not resisted the guard in any way, but had instead thrown her abdomen against the man's thrusts. The next day, if Rharnia's timing wasn't betraying her, began with a gush of icy water being poured over her body.

The gasps escaping her lungs seemed to amuse the two guards who stood in front of her with another bucket ready. One knelt down next to her, took a large sponge from the second bucket and began rubbing her body with it. Most of the injuries from the previous tortures had now healed and it was almost pleasant to have the dirt and grime washed off her body. They then freed her and led her into a niche where she was allowed to relieve herself, of course always under the watchful eyes of the watchful and clearly aroused guards.

Then Brogdan came over to her, checked her body and seemed quite satisfied with the wound care before he signaled her to follow him without saying a word. The guards backed his words when she didn't move immediately. She was led out of the vault and taken to a smaller cave. A frame had been set up there for her to lie down on. Rharnia knew that resistance was not possible at the moment and complied.

Her upper body fell far back and the guards pulled her thighs apart and fixed them to the frame. With his legs spread wide, Rharnia lay in front of them. The guards smirked at each other at how exciting her naked body looked on that chair and then stepped forward to touch her. Both gently stroked her breasts, excited her nipples and played with the soft labia.

Rharnia turned his head to the side and tried to concentrate. But slowly she felt how her body reacted to the gentle touch, closed her eyes and suppressed a soft gasp. However, the guards had only been waiting for this moment. A slap-bang right on her labia and the loud laughter of the men brought Rharnia back to the present.

She felt her body only aroused by the blow and felt her clit throb as the cool air dried the moisture on her sex. At that moment, a soft coughing sounded and an older woman entered. She wore her hair cropped short and a simple tunic was wrapped around her body. In her hand she held a small tray, which she placed on a small table.

The two guards made way for her while Brogdan surveyed the items on the tray. The woman approached the frame and laid her cold fingers on the heated labia of the bound warrior. Rharnia's labia were slightly red and swollen from the previous caresses and slap. The small labia seemed to peep out cheekily between the large ones. Mumbling something, she turned and asked Brogdan, "How many should I bet?" "I think two should do for now," Brogdan replied.

She nodded in agreement and turned back. From the tray she took a small sponge, pressed it into a small bowl and stroked it over Rharnias slightly swollen labia. The tugging and burning showed Rharnia that the liquid must be alcohol. As far as Rharnia could tell, it only seemed to make her labia swell even more.

Meanwhile, the woman had squeezed her right labia with a pair of narrow pliers, pulled them out and held them taut. Rharnia bit her lip as she felt the tugging pain, but she couldn't suppress the pain because she couldn't concentrate properly. It was completely incomprehensible to her what the woman was doing there. Eventually, though, she realized what was about to happen next.

The woman had taken a large needle from the table and placed it just below the pliers. With a gentle pressure she pressed the needle into the sensitive flesh, waited a moment and pierced the labia completely. A scream escaped Rharnia's lungs, accompanied by derisive laughter from the men present. The woman left the needle in the pierced labia and reached for the tray again.

From this she took a small gold ring the size of a thumb. It had a small opening and she guided the labia through this opening, pressed one end against the hole in which Fractions had previously inserted the needle and guided the ring through the right labia. Another pain shot through Rharnia's abdomen, for which she was better prepared this time and did not react visibly. Finally, a small fastener was placed on the open end and crimped using small forceps.

The ring was inseparable from her flesh. The alcohol was used again and the burning seemed to never end between her thighs. Even before it subsided, the woman had also grabbed her left labia and set about the same task there. Rharnia was now prepared for the pain and processed it with a breathing technique that young warriors were taught in their first weeks of training.

But because of that, she was so focused on the tugging in her abdomen that she didn't notice how Brogdan stepped to the side of her head and slapped a short riding crop across her breasts. The scream that now escaped her was again met with general laughter. A little later sat in both labia small golden rings. A little blood around the puncture holes was carefully dabbed up.

Then the woman stood up and looked at her work. Mumbling to herself, she picked up her things, arranged them on the tray, and turned to Brogdan as she walked. "It must not be used there for a few days now, otherwise the punctures will not heal, which will leave ugly scars." "We have received precise instructions from the mistress." He hesitated for a moment, regarded the helpless woman in front of him and stretched then reached out to clasp one of her full, round breasts in one hand. "Wait! I want you to place two more rings.

You will please the mistress.” The woman immediately understood what he meant and without hesitation set to work. Again the skin was rubbed with the alcohol and this time Rharnia's nipples reacted strongly. They were so hard that it almost hurt the young woman. Finally the needle was attached again and a new pain shot through her body.

The result, after a few moments, was a third ring right in her right nipple. The left nipple was also pierced and ringed. Finally, the woman finished her work, took one of the rings in her fingers and gently tugged. The nipple was stretched, but the ring held and a slight tremor became audible in the breathing of the bound warrior.

Satisfied with her work, the elderly woman left the small cave. Now it was up to the three guards to assess the woman's work. Without restraint, the rings were grasped, pulled, and the skin around them touched. The men made jokes and were happy about every movement of Rharnia. However, this did not remain without effect on the men and within a short time their hard cocks bulged under the loincloths.

Brogdan motioned to the two guards and Rharnia's bonds were quickly released. One of the guards sat down on the rack instead of her and tore off his loincloth. His hard cock stuck out straight from his body and you could see the excitement on his face as he looked forward to what was to come. Rharnia's arms were tied together over his head.

Then the men approached her and lifted her onto the man lying on the rack so that her buttocks were just above his hard cock. Realizing what the guards were up to, Rharnia tried to roll off the man, but was effectively stopped. Instead, a cool ointment was smeared on her anus and with a brutal jerk she was pushed down onto the hard cock that went deep into her anus. The ointment helped a little to relieve the pressure and friction, but a sharp pain ran through her body.

Beneath her, aided by the rack, the guard pumped his cock hard into her tight ass. Again and again the big cock drove back and forth and made her body twitch. In horror, Rharnia saw a second guard step in front of her, spread her legs, and aimed his cock at her abdomen. "As you have heard, we are no longer allowed to use your cunt, but who says that you cannot satisfy two men at the same time." She suddenly heard Brogdan's whispering voice in her ear.

She tossed and turned in disbelief, but was helpless nonetheless as she felt the man stand between her thighs right in front of her body and then point the tip of his cock at the point between the hard cock that was inside her and her perineum . Slowly the guard began to press and pushed the tip of his cock millimeter by millimeter over the hard cock of the other guard into her tight butt hole. The effect was incredible. Pain ran through Rharnia and like cotton wool she could feel every millimeter that was pressed into her butt hole while her sphincter slowly gave way.

Again and again the man started again and finally he broke through the obstacle of her sphincter with a brutal push. Satisfied, he threw himself forward and drilled his hard cock all the way into the young woman's body. Both guards picked up a slow rhythm, which they gradually increased. Slowly the high-pitched screams of the young warrior changed into throaty moans, which intensified when Brogdan grabbed her cunt and started massaging her clitoris with pressure.

Brogdan watches the young woman closely. He had chosen guards who would hold out for a long time even with such irritation and knew that the young woman would like it. Her body arched against the hard thrusts and her tight anus encased the two cocks equally and still allowed them to thrust deep into her body again and again. The first waves of a near orgasm against her will made their way and Rharnia rolled her eyes. The guards pushed harder and harder into her defenseless victim, who was now moaning and screaming wildly, encouraged by the two men.

At that moment, Brogdan let his riding crop dance on her naked torso. He didn't hit with full force, but only so hard that she felt pain, which turned into pleasure. Soon her bare breasts were covered with red welts and the first orgasm broke through. Her body shook wildly and these convulsions drove the men into orgasm.

While one ripped his cock out and squirted all over her flat stomach, the other came deep inside her butt, unloading a tremendous mass of hot semen in her gut. They lowered the exhausted warrior to the ground, then grabbed her hair and forced Rharnia to her knees. Both guards held their sagging cocks in their hands and with a command that got through to the exhausted woman, they forced Rharnia to take their cocks in their mouths one at a time and clean the semen. A final swipe with the crop made her collapse half unconscious.

The pain exploded right between her thighs, setting off a blinding flash in her head. Although her pulse was racing and her body was pumping out a lot of adrenaline, everything seemed to be packed in cotton wool. Her thoughts could not be fixed on one point and did not allow for reflection. Again, an insane pain shot through her and suddenly the fog cleared and her body reared up as if in a belated reaction.

But this physical reaction was quickly suppressed. The shackles on the arms and legs prevented him from rearing up too much. For two waking cycles now, she had been seated, arms and legs spread wide, tied to the wall of the cave. Her head hit the wall, causing more flashes and she groaned loudly.

Her abdomen throbbed with pain. "Well you whore, finally woken up!" With these words the ugly face of one of the guards bent over her and examined her more closely. "Well, or not awake yet?" This time she could see how he kicked and the bare foot hit her abdomen with full force and as if in a time delay she thought she heard the slapping sound and saw how his Toes digging between her labia before the pain once again transfigured her vision and sensations. A gasp escaped her lips. "Hjangus, that's enough! The mistress wishes her safe!” Brogdan had approached unnoticed by either of them.

The guard visibly flinched, uttered a barely audible curse, and bent down to the naked woman. Slowly the pain subsided and Rharnia felt the guard tamper with her shackles and loosened them and then immediately fixed a short chain between her ankle cuffs before he also carefully untied her handcuffs and then them in front of her body tied together again. He was far more cautious this time than he was two wake cycles ago. hjangus.

He had entered the subterranean vaults for the first time, as far as Rharnia could tell, two waking cycles ago, and had immediately embraced the new task. He had been offered the punishment of a young slave girl and he had dealt long and extensively with the slave girl's firm breasts. Pinched between his thumb and forefingers, he had pulled and tugged at the nipples and begun to tear the nipples up and down. The young slave had begged her and promised him everything, but he was undeterred.

Again and again he tore at her breasts and the soft tissue of her breasts gave way and stretched. After almost half an hour, her previously small and firm breasts had deformed and it almost seemed as if they were already hanging down a bit. Hjangus had then wound a thin rope around the breasts and tied them off until they turned bluish. Ignoring the hoarse scream, he threw the rope over a beam, led it to a winch and pulled the slave girl up by her breasts.

At first she was able to compensate by standing on tiptoe and stretching up, but he pulled her higher and higher until she lost her feet and was completely suspended by her breasts. Her shrill screams penetrated the entire vault and sent shivers through all prisoners who heard those screams. Hjangus had stepped behind the slave and was obviously enjoying the young woman's wriggling movements. A hand went under his tunic and the movements underneath revealed what he was doing.

Finally, he stepped behind the young woman, who could only resist weakly, put his right hand around her waist and uncovered his hard cock with the other hand. Pulling the slave towards him, he spit vigorously on her bottom, rubbed his exposed glans through the spit to moisten it and then thrust forward with his abdomen when he felt her labia lips on his glans. The pain of this thrust into her dry cunt seemed to penetrate the woman's near unconsciousness and she cried out in agony again. He spat on her buttocks again, this time aiming for her buttocks, picked up the saliva with the tip of his tail, rubbed it over her labia and then threw himself forward again.

The shock caused her body to vibrate slightly, which transferred to her breasts, which were even more tormented. Finally, Hjangus moaned in comfort and cummed deep inside her abdomen. Breathing heavily, he leaned on her body, which finally drove her into unconsciousness. Hjangus turned his head to the side and met Rharnia's gaze. She was tied to the wall a few feet away.

Her torso was leaning against the rock face, her arms were tied to the wall above her head, and she was half-squatting on her heels. Hjangus had noticed the beautiful woman earlier and hoped that he could punish her too, but hadn't had the time or opportunity to do more. Now he let his gaze wander over her naked body with the appreciative look of a man who had just been satisfied, until his gaze caught on her eyes. They were big, beautiful and cold as ice.

No emotion showed on her even face. Only her eyes seemed to show the promise of revenge. A cold shiver ran down his spine, which he consciously shook off, pulled his now limp cock out of the abused slave's body and said loudly to her while giving her a hard slap on the right buttock: "I hope it was the same for you Good, you horny little whore.” He didn't take his eyes off Rharnia, tried to break her gaze and… gave up.

Growling, he pulled himself together and walked over to the naked and helpless prisoner against the wall. He avoided her eyes, stood in front of her, took a deep breath and took his limp cock in his right hand. "I'm sorry sweetheart, but we both have to postpone the pleasure until another time. You also want to feel some of my hot sauce inside you, don't you? Maybe I should hang you by your tits too, what do you think? And maybe I should use the rings that adorn your big slave tits so beautifully.” Her face was still expressionless, even her eyes seemed to stay still while she fixed him.

Cursing, he wanted to turn away, then an idea seemed to come to him and he built himself up again right in front of or just above her. "But if I can't give you my seed, maybe I can give you something else." With that, he pulled out his cock again and just a moment later, a bright yellow jet shot out, hitting her naked and helpless body squarely . With relish he let his stream of urine wander over her body and directed the stream at her face.

Finally she closed her eyes and turned her head to avoid the beam at least a little bit. But still she didn't react. A laugh broke from his lips, but stopped abruptly as her muscular body suddenly reared and like a snake one of her legs shot out from under her naked body, swinging up and forward and hitting his abdomen with a loud slapping sound. Out of the corner of his eye, Hjangus saw her looking back at him as she returned her leg to the previous sitting position.

Then he collapsed, pain knocked him out and he couldn't see himself wetting himself. Brogdan smiled happily as he ordered Rharnia to be tied more tightly. Her torso was still leaning against the cave wall, but her legs were stretched out in front of her and tied to two posts so that her thighs were spread wide. But then he got serious again and checked that the puncture holes of the rings were healing properly.

She hadn't been used since ringing and Gideon had also had the order revoked that she should be taken up her bottom at all hours. Apparently his mistress was planning something else with the slave, so his job at the moment was just to look after her health. Hjangus, however, had already taken revenge on her in the next waking period. He had limped into the vault, endured the sneers and comments of the other guards without a word, had stood in front of her and then started kicking her right between the spread thighs.

Again and again his foot had hit her unprotected abdomen with full force and she had been close to protective unconsciousness before Hjangus was finally held back by a second guard. Now he had ripped her out of the few moments of sleep that were possible for her in this position with further kicks on her unprotected lap and pulled her up. Behind him stood two palace guards in full uniform and armor, waiting. Their rigid expressions gave nothing away and weren't even directed at her naked body.

Rharnia realized that these warriors were well trained and were not easy fighters in the palace. Still, they were only men, she thought contemptuously. "Up with you!" A strong tug on her hair supported this request and Rharnia tried to get up on her stiff legs. Twice she fell to her knees again and Hjangus had to grab to keep from dropping her completely. "Listen you whore, you will follow me now, or you can experience something!" With these words he pinched her nipples brutally and twisted them.

Rharnia grimaced in pain, but bit back his reaction and instead concentrated on getting to his feet. "Look at this bitch, look at how hard her buds are now." Hjangus excitedly pointed to her breasts, but the guards ignored him and instead motioned for them to go. "I bet she's all wet between her thighs because she wants to finally feel me inside her," Hjangus muttered as he nudged Rharnia towards the guards. Struggling with his fate, Hjangus watched as the young warrior was led out.

Her small, bare bottom swung from side to side and seemed to mock him. Brogdan also watched as she was led out and he too watched the impressive and exciting figure of the young woman as she slowly followed the warriors. Rharnia followed the two warriors, knowing she would have no chance to escape. It went through some caves and vaults that she had already got to know, then into a side hall and from there up a flight of stairs.

A large set of double doors stood open to one side, allowing Rharnia to look inside. She couldn't believe her eyes. A young woman was lying on her back on a kind of altar. Her arms were attached to a ring above her head.

Her thighs were spread and pushed to her chest. A bar below her knees, attached to more ropes beside her chest, prevented her from closing or lowering her thighs. Rharnia had seen such bondages before, but large candles had been placed on the young woman's breasts, the wax slowly dripping down onto the sensitive skin. Another burning candle was pushed deep into her cunt and the hot wax slowly flowed over her pubic area.

Two other women were present, dressed in the traditional attire of Skulani priestesses. Floor-length, dark red and heavy robes, slit on the sides. These priestesses danced around the defenseless woman on the altar, and the expressions on their faces and sweaty robes suggested that this ceremony must have been going on for some time. At regular intervals they danced around the altar, stood between the spread thighs of the bound woman and grabbed a ceremonial staff that was inserted deep into the young woman's anus.

The rod was pulled out a little, only to be pushed back forcefully and so deeply into the woman's intestines. The bound woman was shaking and screaming in pain and excitement, tossing her head. "This is how the priestesses are trained for their life in the populace!" The laughter of the warriors sounded mocking. Skulani priestesses were well known for their austerity and ascetic lifestyle in caring for those in need.

Now one of the few male high priests stepped up to the altar, opened his robe, pulled the staff out of the woman's anus and threw himself forward. A tug at the bonds showed Rharnia that she had to move on. More corridors and stairs followed before one of the warriors pushed open a door and Rharnia was led inside. Inside there was what felt like a bathing pool and some loungers.

A naked slave was already waiting and Rharnia was ordered to lie down in the bathwater. Under the nervous gaze of the slave, Rharnia's ankle chains were removed. But this time, too, she was not given an opportunity to escape. While one warrior untied her ankles, the second held a small crossbow loaded with two arrows.

She didn't stand a chance. When the warrior who had untied her ankles rose again, this time his gaze lingered longer on the narrow triangle of her pubic mound and his eyes seemed to wish her thighs parted to see more. This reaction didn't last long, but Rharnia noticed it and saved it for a chance later. Then her naked body slowly slid into the hot water and for a long time she let her muscles relax despite the men present. Anxious, the other started rubbing her back with a sponge, soaped her shoulders and hair, and washed them.

The water turned visibly discolored by the dirt on Rharnia's body and it was replaced. Then Rharnia was scrubbed again until her body was clean again. The slave had skilfully got to work and even when it was a matter of washing Rharnia's private parts, she hadn't done much reading about it and instead rubbed Rharnia's sensitive parts of the body with the hard sponge. As the sponge washed over the gold rings as well, Rharnia felt that the small puncture marks seemed to have healed well.

Finally, the slave helped Rharnia out of the tub and led her over to one of the couches. When Rharnia saw the tools laid out, she knew that the woman had been commissioned to remove her pubic hair and other body hair. The woman also tackled this task skillfully. While she was removing the hair on Rharnia's labia and later the fine hairs around Rharnia's anus, the young warrior had to close her eyes and began to recite an old children's verse in her mind so as not to react to the gentle touch.

Tenderly her fingertips played with the small rings, pulling out the labia a bit and exposing the warrior's big clitoris. As her fingers pulled apart the rings and thus the labia, her tongue was free to gently lick the swollen clit. The tip of her tongue gently caressed the sensitive region, flicking back and forth over the clitoris and tasting the juice that moistened the labia. Rharnia moaned softly, a sign for the young woman to become more bold and work on the clitoris more intensively.

The two guards enjoyed the sight of the two naked women, but then remembered their duties and motioned to the young slave. This went back to work and removed all body hair. She knew that if her mistress would only find a fine hair, she would feel it. Finally she rubbed the skin of the young, helpless woman in front of her with a fragrant oil and helped Rharnia back to his feet.

The warrior's arms were tied behind her back with a thin gold chain, and she was wrapped in a thin leather collar. A thin gold chain was then hooked into the two rings on her privates, the end of which one of the guards took in his hand. Now he had an effective guide line in his hand. To make that clear to her, the warrior gave a short tug on the chain, which tore extremely painfully at Rharnia's labia.

She immediately yielded to the tug and took a step towards the warrior. She was aware that her body had betrayed her again and was reacting to both the tender touch and the brutal tug on her sensitive labia. The second warrior now knelt down in front of her to put the shackles on her again. She closed her eyes shamefacedly, aware that her pussy lips were glistening with moisture.

This time, however, she left her thighs slightly parted, allowing him a glimpse of her large, half-hidden clit and wet pussy lips enclosing him tightly. His gaze lingered there, not wanting to break free, while his nose picked up the gentle and beguiling scent of her skin and absorbed her arousal. She tensed, the warrior right between her and the second warrior, ready to yank her knee up and throw him into the crossbow's trajectory when the second experienced warrior noticed the situation, a grin breaking on his lips stole and he took a step to the side. Now he had a clear shot again.

Rharnia had to stop himself from looking disappointed. Instead, she let the bondage endure motionless and followed further instructions. The warrior with the crossbow relaxed a little, gave the thin chain a quick jerk again, and then entered the passage behind him. This went down and finally he opened a small door at the end.

Music, noise and snatches of conversation could be heard earlier, increasing in volume when the door was opened. The warrior stuck his head through the opening while Rharnia was kept at a distance and waited a moment. Then he pushed the door all the way open and waved to Rharnia and the second warrior. Together they entered the hall behind it.

It was a big hall. Couches were distributed everywhere, with a free space in the middle. Servants hurried busily through the hall, trying to bring the numerous guests everything they craved. A group of musicians played in the middle of the hall and three dancers danced a dance while gradually dropping their veils. "Ah, there's my little toy at last!" Rharnia recoiled when she heard Gideon's voice and then saw her jailer.

Gideon lay half-raised on an elevated couch, next to her was a naked slave, whose hard cock she slowly massaged, while another slave lay between her naked and spread thighs and had buried his head in her abdomen. She pushed them aside and jumped off the couch. Naked, she walked between the couches and only once playfully slapped a hand aside that had been placed on her buttocks. Her eyes, however, sprayed venom at that moment, while a happy laugh trickled out.

Rharnia couldn't help but feel a certain satisfaction. Gideon didn't seem to be the all-powerful ruler after all. But then she was close and nestled tightly against Rharnia's body. A leg wrapped around her waist, her bare lap pressed against hers, Gideon's hands explored her back and her tongue poked between her lips so suddenly that Rharnia couldn't react before Gideon broke off the greeting again.

Gideon took a step back, but her hand slipped between Rharnia's thighs and lay flat on her pubic mound, her fingertips playing on the new rings. "We're going to have a lot of fun together today, my little slave."

Read the second part: Warrior Rharnia - Part 2