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I stomp from the dungeon block back up the stairs, dragging her in my grasp.
In the dark, she tries to stand on several occasions, her legs flailing, but even though my arms rest at my side, I use a small amount of muscle to keep her from standing. Eventually, she succumbs to her fate.
At the top of the stairs, there’s a four-way split. Up leads to the manor, right leads to the kennels while left leads to the torture chambers. I drag her to the left, and down the stairs to a chamber as large as the one we were just in.
Torches line the walls to keep the room nice and bright, making it easy to see all the different devices I have at my disposal.
Whips, daggers, brands, hooks, insertable rods and other tools of the trade hang from the walls, while the corners of the room hold the larger devices. Centerpieces, each in their own right, promising pain and death.
I pass my favorite, the iron matron, a metal holding structure with only no way out once the winged doors are closed. The metal is cast in the shape of my mother, her beauty forever enshrined in the deadly device. Once the doors are shut, and the victim is unable to move, spikes slowly protrude into the wailing victim. I climax every time.
I can’t use that one. I can’t use the second one either. A guillotine that has a set of breaks so I can drop the blade, stop it, and then do it over again. The terror as they watch the blade plummet to their throat is orgasmic, but the breaks have failed on occasion and I can’t take that risk.
I also can’t use the pendulum. She’s proved that the threat of pain isn’t going to be enough, and that’s all it would be, but the stretch rack will do. I can cause pain, but not keep enough control so that she’ll stay safe for breeding.
I slap her onto a rack. The long table is tilted at a thirty-degree angle, and I fasten her wrists first.
She doesn’t put up much resistance, really none. I’m actually not sure if that’s because she’s given up, or if she’s just that weak.
Regardless, I move the base of the rack and strap in her feet, locking each limb in place with my key. Once I place the key’s leather cord around my neck, I pull the wench to tighten her bonds.
She groans and I inhale as if the sweet aroma of burning flesh reaches my nose. But it’s not enough. I want more, need more. And I shall have it.
Once her limbs are taunt, I pull another crank that tilts her up, till the board is flat and she lifts off it by a couple inches, suspended in the air by her arms and legs in the contraption.
She grunts in pain again, but then she laughs. A small thing at first. Just a little shadow of a noise, a trick of sound really. It could be the chains rattling. But no, it grows. It grows till she’s tilting her head back, laughing.
“What— Stop it! Why are you laughing?” I move like a specter, sliding up to her with my eyes alight. “What is wrong with you, woman? Why do you laugh?”
Her laugh dies off, but on her own time. She lifts her head, her cheeks rosy and her eyes faded as if she’s drunk.
That doesn’t make sense. She’s had no wine, no ale. How is she possibly drunk?
Anastasia stares into my eyes, hers stabbing into me like daggers. “You need me whole.”
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“Insolent worm! I don’t need you whole.” I lean in with a grin. “I need you breedable.”
Her eyes harden but she stays silent.
“You don’t need fingers for that, or hands.” I grab her fingers and bend them back, careful not to apply too much pressure.
She still doesn’t give me what I want.
“Hmm. Maybe you don’t care about your fingers much either. How about your knees?” I squat down and lick her calf. Fuck! What is this woman? Fucking candy? “Best to get a taste now before they’re gone, yes? Such supple meat. And my Ur’gin will love the bones.”
She quivers at my touch, but still no screams.
I stand, trailing a finger up her naked thigh hips and belly before gripping one of her breasts. “You’ll only need one of these to feed the spawn.”
Her eyes light on fire hot enough that I want to jump into them and bask in their warmth. “You need me whole! You will not take anything off me.”
How dare this insolent creature speak to me in such a manner? My eyes glow from true anger rather than any intimidation tactic. I should crank the rack till her arms pull from their sockets! Fuck her while her hips are dislocated! We’ll see how much she talks then.
I move to the crank, situated right in front of her and hold her eyes with mine the whole time as I crank two more rounds.
