Purity Lost
By Perry Jones (pounder801@gmail.com)

Story Codes: MMf, rape, tort

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	It is the fourteenth century, and I am a beautiful young girl living in Spain.  There is a Catholic Inquisition in the country, but I know that it will never have any bearing on my life because I am pure and innocent.  

	I live in a large house, and my family has a great deal of money, so I have always enjoyed the best of everything.  However, my parents are on a long trip and I am alone in the mansion except for the servants.  

	I don't know it, but some of the servants have conspired to denounce me to the Inquisition as a sinner.  One of them leaves the house and hurries down the narrow cobble-stoned streets toward the cathedral.  Once inside of the church, she locates the monk who is supervising the Inquisition in our city.  

	As she describes how terribly I have sinned, the monk becomes horrified and calls out several other monks.  They proceed at once to my house and enter the main hall.  I am walking toward the stairs to the upper floor.  I am surprised to see them enter.  As the monk makes his accusation of heresy, I am appalled.  I try to convince them that it is all a mistake, but they insist that only the Church can determine that.  Still protesting my innocence, I struggle as they grab my arms and drag me from the house.  

	Quaking with terror, I am hurried through the winding streets to a large building near the cathedral.  The dim halls are lighted by torches that throw flickering shadows on the walls.  The monks hold my arms tightly, and my small shoes click rapidly on the stone floor as I am forced to go along with them to the Inquisition room.  

	I desperately protest my innocence as I face the grim monks who are seated behind a long table.  Ignoring my protestations, they order me to be stripped naked, and the monks who are holding me begin to work at the fastenings of my clothing.  

	Whimpering in fear, I stand submissively as they undress me, knowing that a mere girl cannot resist their strength.  

	My dress is pulled down from my slim shoulders and over my large breasts, and I tremble in shame at being stripped in front of all of these men.  I am now naked to the waist and shivering from the cold air in the room.  The monks continue to pull my dress down over my wide hips until the garment slides down my well curved legs to the floor.  

	Completely nude, I cringe in front of the monks who are conducting the Inquisition.  They demand that I confess my sins and recant my heresy.  I try to tell them that I don't know what they are talking about, but they sneer contemptuously and make a gesture at the monks who undressed me.  

	My hands are grabbed and pulled together in front of me as a strong cord is wrapped around my wrists.  I groan with pain as the cord digs into my wrists and binds them tightly together.  A chain is lowered from the ceiling and a hook on the end of it is slipped under the cords around my wrists.  The chain is pulled upward, raising my arms above my head until I am standing on my toes to ease the strain.  

	The humiliation of having my naked femininity exposed before these people is almost too much to bear, but there is no way to cover myself.  Eyes wide with terror, I stare at a monk who is coming forward, carrying a long black whip.  I can already imagine it biting into my tender white flesh, and I moan in horrified anticipation.  

	The monk raises the whip, and it snakes toward me.  A shriek of agony tears from my throat as the lash curls around my delicate body and there is a sharp cracking sound in the room as it strikes, sending waves of torment through me.  

	My lush breasts are shaking from the quivering of my muscles and sweat gleams on my satiny flesh.  The whip lashes forward again and cuts across my soft breasts as I scream from the pain.  I am writhing and stamping my bare feet uselessly on the cold stone floor as the whip rips into my naked body without letup while I pant and groan in agony.  

	When the beating finally stops, I am shuddering and weeping.  Sweat streams from my body, and I hang limply from the chains.  I don't know it, but the chief inquisitor has his hand under his robe and he is playing with his prick.  The others are equally aroused by the sight of a nude girl being whipped.  

	The whipper runs his hand over the wet expanse of my smooth back as the inquisitor again asks me to confess my sins.  

	I am sobbing and tell them that I do not know what they are talking about.  The head monk gives an order and my arms are lowered.  Chains with manacles are brought forward as my wrists are untied and my arms pulled behind my back.  I feel the cold steel snap shut and my arms are firmly fastened behind my back.  

	As the whip snaps against my buttocks, I give a cry of pain and stumble toward another door in the room.  My breasts are bouncing rhythmically as I walk, and the effect is not lost on the monks.  They are enjoying my distress and some of them are wondering if they can get their cocks into my cunt without any of the others knowing it.  

	I am herded down a narrow flight of stone stairs until I reach a subterranean hallway.  I can see naked women in some of the cells we are passing, and my heart is pounding with fear at the thought of what is going to be done to me.  

	In one cell a young girl is suspended from the ceiling by cruel hooks that have been forced into her tender young breasts.  In another cell, I see a woman hanging from the ceiling by her ankles, her legs spread wide apart.  Large candles have been forced into her cunt and rectum and hot wax drips steadily on her crotch, bringing continuous moans from her lips.  

	At the end of the hall a huge wooden door is opened on creaking hinges, and I emit a shriek as I look into the torture chamber with its devilish instruments.  

	I try to shrink back from the door, but the monks grab my arms and force me into the room.  All of the monks leave the room except the two who drag me toward the center.  I plead with them not to hurt me.  

	Torches in wall brackets give out a flickering light that enhances the horror of the place.  A chain is pulled down from the ceiling and fastened to the bindings on my wrists.  As the chain is pulled, my arms are forced upward behind me so that I must bend forward to ease the pain.  

	My large breasts are hanging downward invitingly and one of the monks reaches under me to cup one of the lush mounds.  He squeezes and molds my soft flesh and I blush with embarrassment as my nipple rises to a hard point.  He laughs lewdly and fingers the stiff pink erection.  

	Although my body is still aching from unnatural position, I find my breath quickening under the fondling of his coarse hand.  He grins at the other monk as if they have a secret understanding and the other picks up a whip.  The monk in front of me lifts his robe and I can see that his penis is fully erected.  He grabs the male organ in his hand and holds it in front of my face.  

	I suspect what he wants me to do, but I turn my head away in disgust.  Suddenly, I scream as I feel the whip slash across my naked buttocks.  I am panting from the pain as the monk once more offers me his cock.  Licking my tongue nervously across my lips, I part them slightly; knowing that I have no choice but to suck his prick.  

	He thrusts his penis forward and I feel the warm flesh touch my lips.  I am panting a little as I open my mouth wider and let the cock push between my teeth.  My tongue tastes the male organ as he grabs my head in both of his hands and forces the hard erection deeper into my mouth.  My lips are now stretched tightly around the penis and it slides over my tongue until the blunt end touches the back of my throat.  

	I can only make little grunts as he braces himself in front of me and begins to slide his cock in and out of me.  Sweat glistens on my naked body as the monk begins to fuck my mouth harder, ramming his prick in and out with powerful thrusts.  My breasts are bouncing and jiggling from the force of his movements.  

	I suddenly feel the lash striking against my bare buttocks, and I make muffled protesting sounds at the pain, but it seems to be stimulating my organs and I feel a pleasure starting in my loins.  

	I am writhing and perspiring under the lashing of the whip, and my gyrations seem to inspire the monk to fuck me harder as my belly seems filled with rapture.  The huge cock is abruptly rammed all of the way into my mouth and jerks hard, sending a stream of hot semen jetting into my throat.  I swallow quickly, almost fainting as a feeling of ecstasy jolts through my abdomen.  Ejaculating steadily, the cock continues to spurt the hot liquid into my mouth as my throat muscles work frantically to clear the way for each succeeding load of man juice.  When the monk finally pulls out his penis, I gasp for breath.  Then I lick the sex organ clean as he holds it in front of me.  

	The monk who fucked me in the mouth is now taking the whip.  As he raises it, I suddenly know what he is going to do and I beg him to stop.  I tell him that 111 suck his cock even better if he won't hurt me, but he laughs and slashes down toward my dangling breasts.  

	The whip strikes my naked tits with a sharp slapping sound, and I scream in agony.  I keep shrieking in pain as the lash continues to rain blows on my bouncing breasts.  Under the pain in my tits, I completely lose my inhibitions and promise to do all sorts of obscene things for him if he will only stop hurting me.  When he finally stops, I am dripping with sweat and groaning in agony.  

	I feel my arms being lowered and I sob with gratitude as I am released from this form of torture.  It's only the beginning, though, and the whip strikes against my buttocks as I am goaded across the room toward a peculiar chair.  

	It is covered with pointed studs and has straps on the arms and legs.  Quivering with terror, I follow orders and sit down very carefully on the seat.  The studs are not too sharp, but extremely uncomfortable.  

	Along the center of the seat is a raised portion that presses painfully against my crotch.  My wrists are bound to the arms of the chair and my ankles firmly attached to the legs.  A collar is fastened around my neck so that my naked back is pressed against the studs on the back of the chair.  

	I can only move a little, and I watch with trepidation as one of the monks walks over to a pit of glowing coals.  He begins to place some of the coals in a large pan as the monk who stayed with me amuses himself by fondling my bare breasts.  

	The other monk finally starts back toward me and places the pan of coals under the chair in a place that is enclosed.  Taking a bellows, he begins fanning the coals.  

	I begin to sweat as the chair gets warmer.  Panting, I squirm my ass on the sharp studs and make little sounds of pain as they hurt my tender flesh.  I shriek as the chair begins to get too hot, but I can't get off of it.  In a few minutes, I am writhing in pain and screaming continuously as sweat pours from me.  

	My movements rub the raised portion of the seat against my vulva, and a thrill courses through my vagina.  Squealing and wriggling, I rub my cunt harder against it as the pleasure and pain begin to mingle.  

	Without warning, my belly seems to explode in a thrilling climax.  I am moaning with a strangely beautiful agony when the coals are finally removed from beneath the chair.  The fetters are unfastened, and I am lifted to my feet, shaking from the ordeal.  

	My delicate young body is being subjected to horrible torments, and I know that there is more to come.  Half carrying me, they lead me over to a long bench that I recognize as a rack.  I am almost out of my mind with terror as they lift me onto it.  I sit submissively on the rough wood as they spread my legs apart and attach ropes to my ankles, then I am stretched out on my back and my arms are pulled over my head.  Shivering with fear, I feel them tie ropes around my wrists.  

	I am now completely helpless and my large breasts are rising and falling with my terrified breathing as I stare at the ceiling.  One of the monks grabs the spokes of a large wheel at the side of the rack and begins to turn it slowly.  The ropes tighten on my wrists and ankles, but I know that I haven't felt anything yet.  I grunt as the ropes begin to tighten and my breasts begin to flatten.  My muscles start to ache and I plead with the monk to stop, but he ignores me and a pain begins to grow in my joints.  

	Sweat is glistening on my nude body and I suddenly experience an agony that forces a scream from my throat.  The monk keeps turning the wheel as I shriek from the hideous pain.  When he finally stops turning the wheel, my large breasts are long, shallow mounds.  

	I have been stretched as far as possible without killing me, and I am sobbing hysterically.  One of the monks steps away for a moment.  When he returns, I can see that he is holding a metal bar and one half of it is glowing white hot.  I stare at it in horror as he lowers it to the top of my soft breasts.  

	He is going to brand me with it, and I babble incoherent pleas for mercy, but he keeps lowering the iron until it suddenly sizzles.  An ear-piercing shriek rips from my throat as I feel the hot metal touch my tender white flesh.  He slowly pulls the iron across the top of my breasts as I scream in agony.  This is what he wants and there is an expression of lascivious pleasure on his features as he enjoys my agonized reactions.  

	Both of the monks have now dispensed with their robes, and they are running their hands over my naked body, searching out all of my intimacies and subjecting me to obscene caresses.  My aching breasts are squeezed and fondled until my nipples are standing up stiffly.  

	A pleasure is beginning to mingle with the pain and I make a little sound of satisfaction as I feel a large finger probing into my cunt.  It stabs into my vagina and explores leisurely, filling my belly with a growing rapture.  

	I find myself begging the monk to fuck me, and he climbs eagerly up onto the rack.  Settling between my thighs, he grabs his cock in one hand and places the head of it at my slit.  Spread-eagled on the rack, I couldn't resist if I wanted to, and I gasp as I feel his weight lowering on top of me.  

	He starts forcing his huge prick between the lips of my vulva, and I grunt as I feel myself spreading around it.  I am surprised at the size of the organ and my cunt hurts when he has the head inside of me.  My vagina expands under the insistent pressure of the rod of flesh, and I am breathing heavily as his lips press down on mine.  

	His tongue slides between my teeth and actively explores the inside of my mouth.  A muffled cry escapes from my throat as he gives a hard lunge and forces his cock all of the way into my vagina.  My virginity is shredded and I scream at the top of my lungs. The huge prick begins to slide in and out of me with steady strokes as the monk pants and kisses me.  

	His sweat is dripping down over my own sweating body, and a tingle of delight is growing inside of my cunt as the magnificent abrasion of his mighty cock thrills my tissues.  

	The pain of the rack and the pounding of the penis in my belly blend into an indescribable pleasure and I know that I am getting ready to come.  I try to hold it until he shoots his juice into me to get the greatest satisfaction from the fucking.  

	His cock starts jerking savagely and he rams it all of the way into me as he ejaculates his semen in a hard, hot stream.  I'm coming and squealing and kissing the monk madly as I beg him to slam more of his semen into me because my whole body is aching with desire for all I can get out of his cock.  

	Soon his prick diminishes in size, and my monk-fucker leaves my battered body.  Out of the corner of my eye, I can detect a sly movement.  One of the monks now has a sharp pin that is about six inches long.  He pinches the nipple of one of my breasts between thumb and forefinger and pulls it up to a peak.  

	Placing the sharp point of the pin at the side of my nipple, he pushes it all of the way through while I scream in pain.  He then places it at the side of my breast bulge and pushes it into the fatty tissue of my tit.  He does this several times to both of my breasts until they are aching from the punctures.  Then the other monk climbs on top of me and starts fucking me.  

The End
