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The following story depicts EXTREME torture and violence...

The Torture of Princess Emily Part 1

The Path to Darkness

The series of heavy oak doors that led to the dank underground holding cells, closed with a sense of finality that made the poor young blonde shudder. The girl, Princess Emily of Estarian, was the eldest daughter of King Carmen, ruler of the Kingdom of Estarian, a peaceful, radiant place that had just fallen to the hellish Warlords of Oben. Emily, 18 years of age, was gorgeous, but shy for her age, men scared and intimidated her. She could not find what her older sister Tara found in the suitors that frequented the castle. Her blonde mane followed down to the chains that bound her hands behind her back. In her light blue eyes were tears that mirrored the deep-seated fear that was beginning to over take her senses. These men were disgusting. Unlike the suitors that competed for her attention, these men could care less about their appearances and smelled as if they bathed in sewage. Passing through a mid sized chamber Emily looked to her right to a young girl that wa!
s chained on a table. Two chains that seemed to be suspended from the ceiling spread her legs impossibly wide. Positioned between her legs was a man holding what looked to be a long metal rod. But this was no ordinary rod; the rod was serrated and pointed at the end which was glowing red-hot. The guards paused to let Emily stare at the site before her. As if on cue the man carefully and very slowly inserted the tip of the hellish device into the lips of the young brunette’s shaved vagina. A shrill scream escaped from the poor girls lips as her hips buckled from the red-hot intrusion into the soft moist inner skin of her slit. The man angrily removed the rod and proceeded to drop it in a nearby bed of red-hot coals. From the smaller table next to the table that held the girl, he quickly picked of a cat-of-nine-tails and began to whip the girl ferociously about her breasts and inner thighs. At the top of his lungs he screamed, “YOU FUCKING SLUT, YOU FUCKING WHORE! I T!
OLD YOU WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU OPENED THAT FUCKING MOUTH OF YOURS!! I TOLD YOU NOT TO SCREAM NO MATTER HOW MUCH IT HURT, NOW YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR DISOBEDIENCE!!” At that the man began to whip the girl harder and harder. The pitiful screams filled young Emily’s ears as she watched in horror. The young girl was now covered in her own blood as she begged for mercy, “Ple-Pl-Pleaaaase! Stop…Please Sir…Oh…OH! Please… Aieeeeee!!!” A short stream of piss shot from the girl and soaked the man’s left leg. The man stopped, a small smile spread across his face as he turned back toward the table of torture instruments again. He picked up a long, extremely thin, skewer and placed it in the red-hot coals. Turning back to the young girl he softly said, “You WILL pay for that sweetheart.” The girl began to sob as the man placed his fingers into her young vagina and began to search for the urethra that would soon cause his young victim to go insane with agony. At this the guards!
led Emily toward the door that exited the room. After passing through the heavy oak door was shut and latched. The bigger of the guards looked to the now panicked princess and said, “Just a little taste of what is to come child.” At that moment a scream tore through the air unlike anything that the young princess had ever heard. It was inhuman, primitive and utterly agonizing. The princess was now terrified in a way that only a few human beings had ever experienced. Emily looked to the smaller of the guards who began rubbing a considerable bulge in his pants and began to vomit.

Engulfed in Darkness

She must have passed out, but where was she? She could see nothing, but slowly became aware of the fact that she was in a cold damp room with floors of slimy stone. Nothing covered her large developed breasts that had always caused men to rudely stare, even though she was royalty. She hated her breasts; though perfect in shape, they were too large for the frame that supported her young body. Her large nipples were now erect from the chill that surrounded her. Shivering she clutched her now un-chained hands to her body and rocked back and forth, on the floor softly crying. What had happened? The bastards had stormed the secret passage way that her Father, Sister and Mother were being attempting to use to flee the castle. She watched as, one by one, the Royal Guards were slain by the opposing soldiers as if they were young boys standing up to a pack of demons. The family was dragged back to the Throne Room where the men proceeded to drag her Father away. She watched!
in terror as he struggled against the beating that 4 men gave him. This was to be the last the time that she ever saw her beloved Father, his face was clenched in agony as they repeatedly kicked him in the face and crotch to usher him out the door and down the hallway. As the door shut she heard him scream, “Please let my girls go! Ughhh!! Please let them be…” The girls were then left alone to the mercy of the remaining, 8 men. “Please,” her Mother begged, “Take me, but let my daughters go!” A tall dark soldier stepped forwarded and began to laugh, “HAHAHA! How cliché your Majesty! I knew you’d spew some stupidity like that! I mean not to let your precious girls go free! I mean to fuck them, and then allow my men to fuck them! Then I will fuck you! HAHAHA!” The man smiled and then said, “After we’re done fucking you three we will begin hurting! After that we will fuck the three of you again and hurt you and fuck you and hurt you until we decide to bring you to the du!
ngeons of Oben Castle where the Dungeon Keepers will torture you and fuck you for the rest of your lives!!!” He took a step closer and added, “and believe me your Majesty…you will live for a long time…10 years from now when you have been introduced to the all the ways that a man can torture thee, you will remember the pain you are about to receive and think of it as child’s play.” Emily remembered the pain that she endured as if it was a dream. The nightmare continued for hours and hours. They fucked her in her ass and mouth, but her virgin cunt was sparred. The screams of her sister and mother surrounded her the whole time. As time passed, she realized that she could no longer hear her own screams, but she knew she was screaming! Her mind raced as dick after dick was shoved into her small asshole and mouth…this isn’t happening she tried to tell herself time and time again, but every time her mind attempted to drift from the horror that surrounded her, a new dick was s!
hoved, placed, or wedged into her ass. “Let me die!” her mind screamed as the dark man whipped her breasts. “Let this end!” she prayed, but all that came from her mouth were scream after scream. Begging was no longer an option the more she, her mother or sister begged the hornier and more barbaric the men became! The rapes and beatings went on well into the night. Unknown to them, the kingdom had been taken andmost of the men butchered. Now anyone with a pussy and tits had become a mere toy. There was no escape nor was there mercy. A chorus of screams rang from all ends of the once great kingdom…but that was but 3 days ago. Emily snapped out of her delirium of nightmares and realized that foots steps were approaching. She still could not see. It was still black in the tomb that surrounded her. Shaking with fear she tried to cower to the back of the cell. Tear welling in her eyes she whispered, “Please go away…please leave me alone.”

To Only be Back in the Darkness Again

The door creaked open and shed light on poor Emily for the first time in 2 days. Her eyes burned as she attempted to shield them from the light. Two guards and a very good-looking, well-dressed man entered the room and extended his hand to her. Squinting into the light she was confused…“Am I saved? Is it over? Ohhh please let it be over…” she prayed. The young man gently lead Emily out of the cell and said, “My name is Quinn, I have come to aid you in your stay here at the Dungeons of Ober.” “Ohhh thank you!” Emily cried, Thank you kind Lord!” she said as she burst into tears. It was over she thought it was really over! Quinn grasped her hand and lead her down a corridor. As they passed doors and cells Emily could hear the screams and cries of countless men and women. The fear began to creep back into her soul, but staying close to Quinn made her feel a little bit safer a little more secure. The two large, burly guards that unlocked and opened each door they passed!
through accompanied Emily and Quinn deeper and deeper into the dungeon. Every door had two guards posted on either side making escape from the hell next to impossible. “W-where are we going?” Emily whispered in a small voice to Quinn. Smiling the kind looking man replied, “You must eat child, you must be starving.” Again hope sprung into Emily’s heart. She wanted to hug him, kiss him, do anything to make him stay close to her, to protect her to guide her. But to guide her where? The group stopped before a door which was much larger than the rest. The two guards opened the door and smiled pleasantly at the half naked Princess. They entered the room.

Before them was a large table with two chairs. On the table were settings for two. Quinn lead Emily to her seat and motioned to the guards. Emily sat down and both guards positioned themselves behind the sitting princess. Emily turned her head to one guard and then the other with fear in her eyes. Quinn approached her saying, “Don’t be afraid child, they are also here to assist you, and they mean you no harm unless…” It was the way he said, “Unless,” that sent the chill down her spine. What was happening? Quinn was treating her kindly, but he still had not offered his intentions or clothes to cover her naked chest. She had all but forgotten her nakedness…until just then; looking to Quinn she caught him starring at her chest. In the past when men had stared and she had caught them, they quickly looked away. Quinn did not. He just continued to stare as another chill ran down Emily’s spine. The stare was broken by the opening of a door on the far side of the wall. !
Two men lead a young redhead of 20 years, in chains, into the room. The woman was in tears, but despite the swelling the crying had caused Emily could see that the girl was beautiful. Clothed in a one-piece garment that looked like a burlap sac, the women limped toward the table. Emily looked to the girl’s right foot, which she was dragging behind her and noticed that the foot was mangled and freshly bloodied. At that moment Emily’s attention was drawn away by Quinn who stood and said, “Ahhih the entertainment has arrived! Bring on the meal!” At this the door opened again and two young men brought out silver platters, which we’re placed in front of Emily and Quinn. When the platter covers were removed Emily gazed down a platter full of bread and cheese, which caused her mouth to water. Emily hungrily reached for a slice of cheese, but Quinn stopped her. “Not before the rest of the meal arrives, my Dear.” At that the men behind the redhead grabbed the screaming gir!
l, stripped her naked, lifted her into the air and slammed he down on the large table. To dazed to fight back the redhead tried to curl into the fetal position, but, the men once again had her. One of the men punched the girl dead in the face as the other grabbed her and forced her back up into a standing position. Quinn began to clap, “Very nice you two, very nice indeed!” The terror now returned to Emily’s heart she tried to stand, but a big hand held her down. The other guards were still stationed behind her. Quinn stood and picked up Emily’s platter then walked toward the half-conscious redhead. Placing his mouth close to her ear he said, “Shit on the plate slut!” The redhead whimpered as Quinn placed the plate on the floor and stepped back. Tears welled in Emily’s eyes again. “Stop…don’t make her …Please Quinn please stop this!” Quinn looked again to the redhead and said, “You have 10 seconds slut!” At that the girl squatted down and tried with all her might!
to obey the command. She tried and tried, but couldn’t. “M-master!” the wench cried, “I haven’t eaten in 4 days! I can’t do it!! I can’t !!! P-p-PLEASE forgive me!!” Quinn’s handsome face contorted and he screamed to the guards, “If this slut wants to beg instead of obey me…THEN I’LL MAKE HER REALLY BEG!!!! HURT HER WHILE I PERPARE!!” The guards began kicking the poor girl, in the crotch; face, in the breasts and stomach. “AIYEE UH UH UH AIYEEEE!!!!” She screamed as the beating went on. Finally the beating ended and they sat her in a chair. Moaning the girl vomited blood on herself and fainted. Quinn turned to Emily and said, “You have disappointed me child! But I will not take my anger out on you…” “I will take it out on her!!” he yelled pointing to the redhead. Quinn walked to the guards and said something that the young princess could not hear. The guards picked up the unconscious redhead brought her to a small table in the corner of the room that Emily hadn’t!
noticed before. Unlike the table that she sat at, the other could secure its victim and could be adjusted in the middle so that the victim could be tortured lying down or sitting up. With the girl firmly secured on the table-like contraption the guards wheeled it toward the once again panic stricken princess. The guards turned Emily so she was positioned right in front of the poor unconscious girl. Emily got a good look at the “table” that securely held the motionless redhead. She was chained in a sitting position, her knees and legs were locked and extended outward but, spread to each side of the table. Her feet extended past the end of the table and just hung over the end. Her arms were extended with her hands shackled taught above her head. The girl was beautiful; her red hair covered her ample breasts, but didn’t reach to her taught stomach. The girl’s pubic area was shaved, but that area did not seem to be the target of the upcoming tortures. Emily could s!
till smell the putrid odor of the blood/ vomit that had begun to dry on the girl’s chest. Quinn approached the girl and signaled to the guards to wake her up. One guard threw a bucket of water in the girls face as the other tested her bindings. The girl stirred, but did not awaken. “Bring me a breast clamp,” Quinn said softly. As the guard fetched the clamp and some other instruments of torture, Quinn turned to Emily and said, “Watch closely child, if you displease me again this will be you.” All hope drained from Emily’s soul after hearing these words. He would not free her, he was not kind, and she was his toy and nothing else. She knew this as watched Quinn brush the girl’s hair from her right breast and begin to cup and fondle it.

The redhead awoke suddenly and tried to remember where she was. In a split second she noticed four guards, a blonde man, and a young girl sitting in a chair all before her. They seemed to be watching her…that is when she first felt the pain. Her breast was on fire. “Uhhhhhhhh……” she moaned for she did not have the strength to scream. What was happening? She no longer knew how long she had been in this place or how she had originally arrived in this place just that one day she woke up and she was here…nothing else, but pain…she could remember pain. Day after day they had tortured her. Sometimes for minutes or sometimes for hours. She had lost close to 15 pounds since she had come due to mal nutrition, but sometimes they fed her. Shit, cum, table scraps she ate whatever she could and gladly washed it down with the urine of whatever guard was torturing and feeding her that day. With half closed eyes she tried to focus on the blonde haired man that was moving close to h!
er. Her eyes almost fell shut again, but at that moment she felt it! The fire in her breast had changed to a crushing agony. Her eyes and mouth sprung open simultaneously and she screamed. Laughing the blonde man stepped back. “Oh!! THE PAIN!!!” her mind screamed out. She tried to look at her breast but only saw the top of what looked like a clamp, A VICE CLAMP that’s jaws were firmly fastened on her breast. She threw her head back and wailed. Through the tears in her eyes she saw them laughing! They were laughing at her!!! She tried to beg, she tried to scream out, “PLEASE PLEASE STOP PLEASE HAVE MERCY!!” but nothing came from her mouth, but an agonized wail that made her captors dicks hard. The pain was still there and she could hear herself screaming, but she watched out of the corner of her eye, that blonde bastard, coming closer again. She thought she heard a POP! It could have been in her mind…but the pain was new…she couldn’t comprehend it she just knew!
that is was there and something was different, she no longer felt the crushing agony, only a pain that felt as if thousands of tiny needles were sticking her…sticking in her tit!

Quinn stepped back and admired his work as the guards cheered and Emily gagged. The redhead’s breast was mangled, mutilated beyond repair. Squeezing hadn’t been enough, it hadn’t hurt her enough, he had to tear the breast, he had to really hurt her, he had to make her bleed. That is exactly what Quinn had done. When he had tightened the clamp to the point that he could not tighten it anymore, he pulled, pulled with all his strength…and tore the young redheads breast right off her body.

“Encore! Encore!” Yelled the guards, “Fuck yeah do it again!!” Quinn moved towards the girls remaining breast and opened the clamp. Emilly watched in horror, she had to be dreaming…no one was this cruel! No one was this savage! “NO ONE!! NO ONE!!!” she screamed out load and fainted.

Part II
Nachmittag

    He had learned of the capture of the young princesses and the queen nearly two hours before she had been brought to the fortress. Plans had already began to form in his mind. But that was all to come, at the time he just wanted to concentrate on the situation at hand. The royal bitches could rot in a cell for a couple of days.
The bitch that was sloppily sucking on his large prick was starting to piss him off. They all were beginning to act like this one. There was no quality in the training any longer he thought. “If I have to personally oversee training from now on, I’ll see that these stupid whores at least know how to correctly suck a dick!” he thought as he pulled his penis out of the kneeling girls mouth. “What is wrong with you!!?” he screamed at the wench who was now bowing her head in shame. “Lord, please forgive me, please let me try again, I will please thee this time,” she whimpered. “You will please me other ways…” Quinn replied in a distant voice. It was all beginning to bore him now. Day after day, night after night, they brought him new whores, new girls…some young, some old, some blonde some brunette. It was all the same, they all screamed the same, they all begged the same and they all sucked his dick the same. He needed something new. He needed to bring the excitement !
back. Standing he looked down at the little whore and sighed. “Fuck!” he thought. He could barely even get aroused anymore. Looking to one of the guards he quietly waved him forward. Approaching the large guard cautiously approached and kneeled. “Stand up.” Quinn quietly stated and pointed to the small girl still kneeling with her head to the floor. “Do something to her.” Quinn said. With a puzzled look the guard looked at the blonde overlord and replied, “what shall I do, my Lord?” Quinn was starting to get annoyed. Everyone was pissing him off now. “I DON’T KNOW!! Hurt her JUST USE YOUR FUCKING IMAGINATION!!” Quinn screamed at the man. Looking to the girl Quinn grabbed her hair and lifted her face to his own. Her face was young, but mature. Short blonde hair framed her beautiful features, but in her eyes tears were now forming. “Take off your robe and lay on the table.” Quinn ordered. “I want you to lay on your back and stretch your arms above your head, t!
hen spread your legs and raise your knees.” Obeying the girl got on the long wooden table and followed the Overlords orders. Stretching her arms above her head she slowly spread open her legs and waited. Between her legs her shaved pussy was now slightly open, but the soft flesh of her inner vagina was only slightly visible to the now aroused guard. Lowering his mouth close to the frightened girls ear he said, “Now I want you to be a good girl, this guard here is going to do several things to you body in a few moments, but want you to promise to listen to me very closely.” “I’m going to give you a choice little one, being that I am a generous and caring Lord.” Remembering her training the remained silent, but couldn’t stop the tears from flowing from her eyes. “Don’t cry little one,” Quinn said softly. “Here is your choice…when the guard begins to follow my orders, I will permit you either be able to scream when he is hurting you or piss and or shit. I must warn you!
though, if you choose not to scream, dis-obedience will result in the breaking of your jaw followed by the removal of your teeth, one single tooth at a time. Following the procedure you will mouth filled with salt and your lips sewn shut. Your mouth will be “re-treated” once a day for three days. On the other hand if you choose not to piss or shit, dis-obedience will result in the breaking of your pelvic bone and legs followed by three straight days of the torture horse. Neither will be very pleasurable, so I suggest that you don’t break you promise.” The poor girls crying had now become sobbing. Looking to the Overlord she pleaded with her eyes for mercy. Slowly petting her short golden hair Quinn ran his other hand slowly over her face and rested it on her small, but firm breast. Fondling the breast Quinn softly whispered, “Please choose now sweetheart.” The crying girl was silent. Again Quinn softly whispered, “Choose.” The girl had barely spoken for nearly 2 mo!
nths, almost the entire time she had been in the Dungeons of Oben. She now struggled to form the words that for months she had fought to suppress. “Pp-p-pp….” was all she managed to say. Quinn was now growing angry again. “Answer me,” he barked. All traces of kindness had now left his enraged voice. “P-p-p-pp-pissss….” The girl managed to say between the sobs, which now raked her tiny frame. “So!” Quinn said joyously, “You’ve chosen not to piss or shit during your torture!” “N-NNN-NOO!” the girl gasped. “You FUCKING WHORE!!! DID YOU JUST CALL ME a LIAR!?” Quinn screamed now enraged. Looking at the guard he asked again, “DID THAT WHORE JUST SAY I WAS A LIAR???” The guard stammered and said, “I think so my Lord.” “That is what I thought!!!” Quinn screamed. Looking down at the now terrified girl he screamed, “For that you get no mercy…Every I try to be merciful, some whore shits it back in my face!! Now the rules have changed bitch, now I’m going to stick steel p!
ins all over your body…while I’m torturing you, you will remain absolutely fucking silent!!! For each sound you make the guard here will break a finger. Then your toes, then your arms, then your legs!! If you pass out, we revive you and break another bone for passing out! If you piss or shit we’ll break you hips! After that I’LL use MY imagination!!” Quinn had to calm himself down. His heart was racing and his fury was growing. He wanted to hurt her, but he had to compose himself. Looking to the guard he slowly said, “Rape this bitch then chain her up, while I compose myself.” Quinn walked away as the large guard mounted the poor sobbing blonde.

10 minutes later Quinn returned to the room. The guard was just finishing securing the girl to the tabletop. Her arms were still stretched above her head, but her legs were now pinned and secured behind her head so her cunt was gaping for the Overlord to torture. The girl had not been very flexible, so it had taken some effort to get her legs behind her head. Quinn smiled and approached the table. “Nice work.” He said to the guard and handed him a nutcracker and an iron hammer. “Now bitch, “ Quinn said in a controlled voice, let’s see if I can make you scream.

Silent, the girl thought. I must remain silent. Please let this not be happening, she prayed. But it was. The Overlord is going to torture me and if I scream they’ll break my bones. Please, Please let this be a dream she prayed again, but that is when the pain began. The first pin wasn’t that bad. He had pushed in her thigh. A small glimmer of hope came across her thoughts until she felt the second pin, which was stuck in the flesh behind her kneecap. “Ughhh,” she let escape. Immediately after the pain in her pinky finger was intense. The guard had broken the digit presumably with the nutcracker that the Overlord had given him. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!” she heard the Overlord Scream. Cassie managed to remain silent for the next four pins, which were slowly pushed into her outer thighs, but the fifth was pushed into her outer cunt. “AHHHck” she whimpered. A second later she heard the “crack!” and the pain in her right ring finger exploded. “FUCKING BITCH!!!” he scre!
amed and pushed a pin directly in her pussy. Cassie was silent, her head swum. She wanted her Mother. Somebody had to save her. The two months of training were a blur to her, but this was real, this was agony. “393 pins to go whore!!” the Overlord screamed. The next pin was once again in her cunt. This time Cassie screamed when the pin intruded into the inner flesh of her vagina and she screamed again when her middle finger was snapped.

It had been almost an hour and the guard was growing tired. He had broken all her fingers, her toes and he was not about to break her wrist. He wasn’t really sure how to break it, but he decided to break it with is hands. With all his strength he grabbed her wrist with both hands and bent her hand back to the point that it met arm.. He heard a “POP” and stopped. The bitch was now out of control. She could not stop screaming. Looking over to the Overlord who was still sticking pins in her tits one after another he shrugged and walked around the table, and broke her other wrist. “Hmmmm,” he thought, “how do I break her arm?” but his thought was cut off by a jet of piss which shot from her pin filled cunt. The Overlord roared with laughter. “Shit!” the guard thought, “this is going to be tough.” “Allow me!” the Overlord said to him approaching from behind. Taking a step back the guard wiped the sweat from his brow. His eyes returned to the Overlord whose hand clench!
ed the hammer above his head. Driving the hammer down, he made solid contact with the right side of the blonde’s hip. There was a thud, and a lot of screaming, but no audible crack. The Overlord proceeded to duplicate the process 3 more times until the multiple cracks were heard. The guard had seen many girls tortured, but had never heard screams like the ones the girls was presently making. Her agony must have been unimaginable. He watched the Overlord as he used both hand to push up and down on the tortured girls broken pelvic bone. Scream after scream tore form the girl’s mouth. Looking to the Overlord he awaited his orders. “Let’s continue!” the Overlord proclaimed with a huge smile on his face.

Another 2 hours passed…pins were pushed and bones were broken. The wench was now begging to die, but the Overlord never tired and mercy never came. Finally the supply pins were exhausted. They had all been pushed into the agonized girl’s body. The Overlord had been careful though. Every pin was placed in a spot where it wouldn’t seriously injure the girl. An un countable amount of bones, including her ribs were now broken, but none had pierced the skin and no breaks had been made near any main arteries or veins. Pins had pushed all over the front and back portions of her body including every square inch of her pussy and asshole. Only her face and neck had been spared. Blood was seen in spots, but overall it had been a very professional and productive torture session.

Quinn looked at the broken, pin-studded body of the small blonde girl and decided that he was tired. There was really no way to fuck her, without potentially killing her he decided masturbate on her. Following suit, the guard also masturbated over the moaning girl and they both blew their loads directly into her face. Satisfied he turned to the guard and said. “Let’s go, tomorrow we’ll break her jaw and pull out her teeth. Loosen her chains so she can roll around in misery” With that they left the room, locked the door and left the wretched whore writhing in agony.

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