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As she stared out her only view into the outside world, a tiny window barely big enough for her arm to fit through, she wondered where he was. Today was the day he came, she knew it by heart. Maybe he would forget? She knew it wasn't possible, The Great Accuser never forgot anything. As if on cue he appeared from the mist, his billowing black cape flowing behind him. She swallowed hard, her heart began to race, she wanted nothing more than to run, to find a place to hide, but she remained motionless as the horrible, wonderful man came closer to the gates of the tower. Her eyes never once left his gruff, menacing figure until he disappeared beyond the view of her little window Finally willing herself to move, she quickly went away from the window, the chain around her ankle making a horrible sound as it dragged across the stone. Smoothing her long red hair she prepared herself for his entrance.
The creak and slam of the gate, the sound of his boots ascending the stairs, growing louder as he got closer, each sound filled her with such a dreadful joy. Her heart pounded inside her chest, her muscles trembling inside her skin, a terrifying excitement as a key turned in the lock. The door swung open and there he was, terrible and beautiful. He dressed all in black, all skin but his hands and face cloaked in darkness. His pale, colorless skin framed in long black hair and long black goatee only made his dark, forbidding eyes stand out all the more. Those eyes stared right in to her, reading her every secret, her every thought, her every fear. It was as if those eyes reached right into her throat and clenched her vocal chords, forbidding her to speak. She bowed her head before him, as he had taught her to do, her naked body shaking before him.
“Good Evening Castita.” His deep, slithery voice sent the very essence of fear into her very core.
“Good Evening Great Accuser.” She responded. The tremble in her voice sent a wicked smile to his face. He began to walk around her cell, examining everything. She had only a pile of straw and a blanket to sleep on, but who knew what she could be hiding. He examined the window and found no loose rocks or widening of the window. He yanked on the bracket anchoring her chain and found it still tight to the stone.
“I am pleased to see there have been no escape attempts Castita.” His voice turned smoky as Castita did her best not to let it effect her. “I might make today less....severe as a reward.” He grabbed her neck from behind. Castita whimpered, tensing all her muscles, trying to keep that voice out of her. It was useless, his voice slithered into her ears and down to her womanhood, making it moist and fragrant. He grinned as he saw her weakness peek out from the doors of her composure. Out of all his prisoners Castita's scent was his favorite. His hand snaked around and a cold, bony finger slid into her, feeling her arousal. He chuckled to himself, some things never changed. His finger expertly toyed with her clit as she gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the sensation.
“Hmmm, I am not pleased with this Castita. Seven months you have been here and still you cannot control your arousal!” He yanked a metal collar and chain out of his robe and slapped it around her neck with a devastating sound that made Castita's heart sink with a delighted horror.
“Looks like we have to take a little trip to the Confession Chamber, don't we Castita?” His voice snaked into her ear as he tied a scarf around her eyes, blindfolding her The chain was unlocked from her ankle and Castita was dragged out into the corridor. Each footstep lead her closer and closer to her glorious doom. As they walked, strange things began to happen. She could swear she smelled tantalizing food, and heard lively music and chatter. Maybe seven months inside this place were mutating her senses. The smells and sounds slowly died away and were replaced with the agonizing moans and cries she was used to. Two hundred and seventy three steps later she knew they had reached the wonderful room she hated more than anything. She heard the familiar creak of the door and a yank on the collar almost made her fall over as she was dragged in. Where would he decide to put her today?
Her answer came when she felt her body pushed against a hard wooden board. Her arms were lifted and fastened into ropes above her head, and her ankles were locked in wooden stocks at the foot of the board. The board was then lowered so she was parallel to the ground. Then came a creaking sound as the ropes holding her arms began to move. Her heart was pounding so loud it almost drowned out the noise. One click, two clicks, three clicks. With each click of the ratchet, her body was stretched tighter and tighter. Ever so slowly, five clicks, six clicks, seven. She began to whimper and pull on the device, what if this was the time he was going to execute her?
He watched in delight as the fear in his helpless victim grew, finally, when her body was stretched to the fullest, he raised his hand and the stretching stopped. Castita sniffled and trembled quite pathetically, he needed to put a stop to that. “Castita! That is enough or you will get the whip!” He growled with a predatory sneer. “Now, who am I?”
“You are The Great Accuser, ordained by God to cast judgment upon the people and inflict punishment for crimes to turn the people into devout and holy citizens.” Castita recited.
“Very good, so you know why I brought you here, you were not living a holy life! You will be punished mercilessly until you confess your sins and then you will be subject to the test of repentance. Shall we begin?” The words were barely out of his mouth when his long, bony fingers dug into her underarms without warning. Castita's howl filled the chamber, but she remained motionless, her body stretched to the point where she couldn't move. After seven months, his fingers knew her most ticklish areas, her armpits and her feet, and didn't even bother with anything else anymore. His fingers snaked along the smooth hollows, never once slowing down. Castita's laughter was to 'purge the devil out of her'. He laughed to himself as he remembered the line he had told her so many times.
“I CHOOSE TO CONFESS!” She screamed out through her helpless laughter.
“I see.” He stopped tickling her and left her panting. Castita sucked in precious air, relieved that it was over so quickly. Suddenly there was a horrid popping sound and a wretched sting on her belly. She cried out and begged out apology after apology.
“Apparently you forgot that you cannot confess until I ask you if you are ready. Your punishment has not been nearly sufficient!” With that scolding, he sat down in front of her helplessly bound feet and selected two goose feathers to use on those perfect, beautiful, ticklish soles. He slowly dragged each feather up and down those soles, over her high arch, around the pink ball of her foot, teasing her little heels, dragging it in between her toes. Castita's laughter continued to ring through the walls, but her begging fell on deaf ears as he was having too much fun teasing the helpless feet of his prisoner. He set the feathers down and began to use his bony fingers, dancing them over her soles. The feel of a woman's soles beneath his fingers was an inexplicable delight, watching them quiver and squirm beneath his touch was something he could never get enough of. The fact that human flesh could be so sensitive to something as tiny as a little touch was of great amusement to him. He especially loved the way they would wrinkle up at his touch. Castita did not disappoint him as her feet wrinkled and released, wiggled and squirmed, doing anything they could to avoid his ticklish touch. Her body glistened with sweat in the torchlight and the blindfold now had two damp spots on it from tears flowing out of her eyes.
“Are you ready to confess to your sins Castita?” He made his voice sound sympathetic and concerned, even though that was the farthest thing from his mind. Castita cried out the same thing she did every week about her inability to resist her bodily urges.
“The Lord have mercy on your soul Castita.” He stood up. “Now we shall see if you were truly repentant of your sins or not.”
He leaned over her gorgeous body, so taut and irresistible. He stuck his long, thin tongue out and began to lick her right nipple. His tongue snaked around the sensitive nub and slithered across her bust. Castita tensed all her muscles, trying to keep in control, trying to fight off the horrible, devilish, evil, wonderful sensations. His hand slid down her body and snaked its way into the folds of her womanhood, tickling her sensitive clit. Castita gasped, nearly releasing a moan. He grinned at how close she had come, but it was only a matter of time. His fingers expertly tickled and toyed with her clit. Seven months of this had given him just the right technique to make her mindless with desire. A little swirl around, now a quick tickle with the nail, now dancing the fingers around the red flesh surrounding it, and now focus all the attention right on the very tip........
Castita was doing everything in her power to make it stop, to resist him. If she gave in, he might never let her go! Seven months and she hadn't been able to resist him yet! Why did her clit have to be so deliciously ticklish? Why did she have to love it so much? Why couldn't she convince herself she hated it? Her body began to grow hot as the fire in her loins built to a hellish burning she couldn't control as she cried out, her muscles trembling as she released the essence of sin from her body, the nectar spilling on to the board for everyone to see the horrendous devil inside her. He rubbed his fingers together, now soaked with her sin. “Well, it looks like we weren't truly repentant doesn't it?”
Back in her cell, Castita looked out of her window. Why was this place always so foggy? She never saw a thing beyond the tower and the bridge leading up to it. Little did she know the fog was really steam rising from the hot, boiling lava below and that six more towers just like this one existed beyond her view. “You have betrayed your virtue yet again Castita. Seven days and we shall try again. As long as you remain the daughter of Lust, you will never be free.” His silhouette scolded from the doorway as he slammed the door, leaving her once again in the heavenly hell.
He walked down the hallway satisfied with the day's work. Castita was never going to be free. He grinned at the thought as he headed towards the sound of music and gleeful chatter. Opening the door to the chamber, he saw a goddess of a woman lying across silk pillows. Her pink silk gown was pulled up, to reveal she was having her womanhood licked by a man wearing wrist and leg shackles. A shackled woman had her hands down the gown, playing with her breasts. She finally looked up and saw him standing there.
“Oh hello my dear! I didn't see you come in!” She blew him a kiss before pushing the man's head further into her.
“Never satisfied are you, Luxuria?” He laughed.
“Well obviously!” She rolled her eyes. “So how did I go with our little prisoner today?”
“Fed her the same bullshit as always. She bought it as usual. We are going to keep her, and the other six Sisters of Virtue here forever!” His menacing laugh echoed through the chamber.
“And I and the other six Queens will rule the earth?” Luxuria sighed happily.
“Oh yes, as long as the Sisters of Virtue are under my control, the Sisters of Sin will always rule the earth.”
“Oh Lucifer, you are such a Devil!”
The creak and slam of the gate, the sound of his boots ascending the stairs, growing louder as he got closer, each sound filled her with such a dreadful joy. Her heart pounded inside her chest, her muscles trembling inside her skin, a terrifying excitement as a key turned in the lock. The door swung open and there he was, terrible and beautiful. He dressed all in black, all skin but his hands and face cloaked in darkness. His pale, colorless skin framed in long black hair and long black goatee only made his dark, forbidding eyes stand out all the more. Those eyes stared right in to her, reading her every secret, her every thought, her every fear. It was as if those eyes reached right into her throat and clenched her vocal chords, forbidding her to speak. She bowed her head before him, as he had taught her to do, her naked body shaking before him.
“Good Evening Castita.” His deep, slithery voice sent the very essence of fear into her very core.
“Good Evening Great Accuser.” She responded. The tremble in her voice sent a wicked smile to his face. He began to walk around her cell, examining everything. She had only a pile of straw and a blanket to sleep on, but who knew what she could be hiding. He examined the window and found no loose rocks or widening of the window. He yanked on the bracket anchoring her chain and found it still tight to the stone.
“I am pleased to see there have been no escape attempts Castita.” His voice turned smoky as Castita did her best not to let it effect her. “I might make today less....severe as a reward.” He grabbed her neck from behind. Castita whimpered, tensing all her muscles, trying to keep that voice out of her. It was useless, his voice slithered into her ears and down to her womanhood, making it moist and fragrant. He grinned as he saw her weakness peek out from the doors of her composure. Out of all his prisoners Castita's scent was his favorite. His hand snaked around and a cold, bony finger slid into her, feeling her arousal. He chuckled to himself, some things never changed. His finger expertly toyed with her clit as she gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the sensation.
“Hmmm, I am not pleased with this Castita. Seven months you have been here and still you cannot control your arousal!” He yanked a metal collar and chain out of his robe and slapped it around her neck with a devastating sound that made Castita's heart sink with a delighted horror.
“Looks like we have to take a little trip to the Confession Chamber, don't we Castita?” His voice snaked into her ear as he tied a scarf around her eyes, blindfolding her The chain was unlocked from her ankle and Castita was dragged out into the corridor. Each footstep lead her closer and closer to her glorious doom. As they walked, strange things began to happen. She could swear she smelled tantalizing food, and heard lively music and chatter. Maybe seven months inside this place were mutating her senses. The smells and sounds slowly died away and were replaced with the agonizing moans and cries she was used to. Two hundred and seventy three steps later she knew they had reached the wonderful room she hated more than anything. She heard the familiar creak of the door and a yank on the collar almost made her fall over as she was dragged in. Where would he decide to put her today?
Her answer came when she felt her body pushed against a hard wooden board. Her arms were lifted and fastened into ropes above her head, and her ankles were locked in wooden stocks at the foot of the board. The board was then lowered so she was parallel to the ground. Then came a creaking sound as the ropes holding her arms began to move. Her heart was pounding so loud it almost drowned out the noise. One click, two clicks, three clicks. With each click of the ratchet, her body was stretched tighter and tighter. Ever so slowly, five clicks, six clicks, seven. She began to whimper and pull on the device, what if this was the time he was going to execute her?
He watched in delight as the fear in his helpless victim grew, finally, when her body was stretched to the fullest, he raised his hand and the stretching stopped. Castita sniffled and trembled quite pathetically, he needed to put a stop to that. “Castita! That is enough or you will get the whip!” He growled with a predatory sneer. “Now, who am I?”
“You are The Great Accuser, ordained by God to cast judgment upon the people and inflict punishment for crimes to turn the people into devout and holy citizens.” Castita recited.
“Very good, so you know why I brought you here, you were not living a holy life! You will be punished mercilessly until you confess your sins and then you will be subject to the test of repentance. Shall we begin?” The words were barely out of his mouth when his long, bony fingers dug into her underarms without warning. Castita's howl filled the chamber, but she remained motionless, her body stretched to the point where she couldn't move. After seven months, his fingers knew her most ticklish areas, her armpits and her feet, and didn't even bother with anything else anymore. His fingers snaked along the smooth hollows, never once slowing down. Castita's laughter was to 'purge the devil out of her'. He laughed to himself as he remembered the line he had told her so many times.
“I CHOOSE TO CONFESS!” She screamed out through her helpless laughter.
“I see.” He stopped tickling her and left her panting. Castita sucked in precious air, relieved that it was over so quickly. Suddenly there was a horrid popping sound and a wretched sting on her belly. She cried out and begged out apology after apology.
“Apparently you forgot that you cannot confess until I ask you if you are ready. Your punishment has not been nearly sufficient!” With that scolding, he sat down in front of her helplessly bound feet and selected two goose feathers to use on those perfect, beautiful, ticklish soles. He slowly dragged each feather up and down those soles, over her high arch, around the pink ball of her foot, teasing her little heels, dragging it in between her toes. Castita's laughter continued to ring through the walls, but her begging fell on deaf ears as he was having too much fun teasing the helpless feet of his prisoner. He set the feathers down and began to use his bony fingers, dancing them over her soles. The feel of a woman's soles beneath his fingers was an inexplicable delight, watching them quiver and squirm beneath his touch was something he could never get enough of. The fact that human flesh could be so sensitive to something as tiny as a little touch was of great amusement to him. He especially loved the way they would wrinkle up at his touch. Castita did not disappoint him as her feet wrinkled and released, wiggled and squirmed, doing anything they could to avoid his ticklish touch. Her body glistened with sweat in the torchlight and the blindfold now had two damp spots on it from tears flowing out of her eyes.
“Are you ready to confess to your sins Castita?” He made his voice sound sympathetic and concerned, even though that was the farthest thing from his mind. Castita cried out the same thing she did every week about her inability to resist her bodily urges.
“The Lord have mercy on your soul Castita.” He stood up. “Now we shall see if you were truly repentant of your sins or not.”
He leaned over her gorgeous body, so taut and irresistible. He stuck his long, thin tongue out and began to lick her right nipple. His tongue snaked around the sensitive nub and slithered across her bust. Castita tensed all her muscles, trying to keep in control, trying to fight off the horrible, devilish, evil, wonderful sensations. His hand slid down her body and snaked its way into the folds of her womanhood, tickling her sensitive clit. Castita gasped, nearly releasing a moan. He grinned at how close she had come, but it was only a matter of time. His fingers expertly tickled and toyed with her clit. Seven months of this had given him just the right technique to make her mindless with desire. A little swirl around, now a quick tickle with the nail, now dancing the fingers around the red flesh surrounding it, and now focus all the attention right on the very tip........
Castita was doing everything in her power to make it stop, to resist him. If she gave in, he might never let her go! Seven months and she hadn't been able to resist him yet! Why did her clit have to be so deliciously ticklish? Why did she have to love it so much? Why couldn't she convince herself she hated it? Her body began to grow hot as the fire in her loins built to a hellish burning she couldn't control as she cried out, her muscles trembling as she released the essence of sin from her body, the nectar spilling on to the board for everyone to see the horrendous devil inside her. He rubbed his fingers together, now soaked with her sin. “Well, it looks like we weren't truly repentant doesn't it?”
Back in her cell, Castita looked out of her window. Why was this place always so foggy? She never saw a thing beyond the tower and the bridge leading up to it. Little did she know the fog was really steam rising from the hot, boiling lava below and that six more towers just like this one existed beyond her view. “You have betrayed your virtue yet again Castita. Seven days and we shall try again. As long as you remain the daughter of Lust, you will never be free.” His silhouette scolded from the doorway as he slammed the door, leaving her once again in the heavenly hell.
He walked down the hallway satisfied with the day's work. Castita was never going to be free. He grinned at the thought as he headed towards the sound of music and gleeful chatter. Opening the door to the chamber, he saw a goddess of a woman lying across silk pillows. Her pink silk gown was pulled up, to reveal she was having her womanhood licked by a man wearing wrist and leg shackles. A shackled woman had her hands down the gown, playing with her breasts. She finally looked up and saw him standing there.
“Oh hello my dear! I didn't see you come in!” She blew him a kiss before pushing the man's head further into her.
“Never satisfied are you, Luxuria?” He laughed.
“Well obviously!” She rolled her eyes. “So how did I go with our little prisoner today?”
“Fed her the same bullshit as always. She bought it as usual. We are going to keep her, and the other six Sisters of Virtue here forever!” His menacing laugh echoed through the chamber.
“And I and the other six Queens will rule the earth?” Luxuria sighed happily.
“Oh yes, as long as the Sisters of Virtue are under my control, the Sisters of Sin will always rule the earth.”
“Oh Lucifer, you are such a Devil!”
