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Hey there! Christmas comes early this year (just kidding), here's the second chapter of the story! If you haven't read the first one yet, you can see it here --> https://www.ticklingforum.com/threa...con-sexual-and-tickle-torture-intense.450033/ . Otherwise, it may be hard for you to follow the plot. 😉 Enjoy!
In Part I: Duvessa is plunged into chaos as Duchess Aleyna seizes the throne and, bringing the whole country back to the medieval times, rules with an iron fist, ordering her people to capture powerful, wealthy citizens whom she perceives as potential threat. Aleyna is believed to be abducting women as well, so as to use them as her servants and make them satisfy her, apparently, horrific whims. Once kidnapped - there’s no turning back and the mystery remains unsolved since the entire state apparatus is subordinate to the ruler. A young girl named Delilah gets involved in the case and, carried by curiosity, decides to get to the bottom of the story on her own. As she receives an ambiguous rhyming letter, she embarks on the journey and finds the prison located in the capital city - Keresville - where all of the apprehended people are being held. Unfortunately, it turns out to be a trap set by Aleyna, Delilah is taken prisoner and gets ruthlessly tortured by the duchess herself. Can she survive the torment? How true will the rumors turn out to be?
Chapter 2: Eyes on the prize
Delilah was hanging helplessly as her trembling legs could barely carry her emaciated body after half an hour of sophisticated punishment. Each part of her body got significantly hypersensitive owing to the post-orgasm torture she had been subjected to, she was gasping as if she intended to absorb all the oxygen in the dungeon, her dark blonde, shoulder-length curls turned into a storm of clumped hair while her tanned skin shone out of all the sweat her system had produced. The duchess seemed to revel in that disastrous picture.
Aleyna waited a minute before she stopped. The young woman sobbed, knowing she had to obey and accept her unfortunate fate.
Aleyna put the wheels in motion once again. Nonetheless, she turned the volume down a bit. The difference wasn’t felt as much as it would be if it weren’t for the former torture but at least, the feeling wasn’t as piercing as then, so Delilah didn’t strain her voice like before. The duchess leaned over her ear and whispered, simultaneously teasing the woman’s nipples gently with her fingertips:
Leaving the dungeon, all the ruler could hear was a beautiful melody of loud moaning, squealing and sharp crying reverberating within the walls. Delilah was all alone face to face with her suffering and a false sense of control as she could try to lean back for as long as she was able to before her fainted body would fall onto the implement of execution over and over again. Imagining she was to wail in agony for the next hour stirred terror in her, yet the erotic pain persecuting her nerve endings efficiently prevented her from letting her thoughts run, forcing her to focus on it fully, which was making it seem to hurt even more.
The duchess, in turn, resolved to stroll through the halls of the castle. In each one of those, she kept imprisoned women whom she had captured. Most of them were in the age range from eighteen to thirty-five years old. The oldest ones were in their early forties. Some of them were arrested for petty crimes, others were kidnapped for ransom and since their affluent families had been apprehended before that, the duchess laid claim to them. The majority of those damsels, however, got captured solely on account of their beauty. Every woman had a different story and possibly background but what they all had in common was their good looks and destiny of service until they’d turn fifty. Only then would the duchess let them go, considering they had “paid off their debts” or “earned the freedom through years of proper service”, depending on the reason they had found themselves out there. That didn’t mean they were allowed to return to the place they had lived in though. They were always sent to a nursing home controlled by the police. Every hostage who got released started a “new life” there and was forbidden to get in touch with their closest ones on pain of being recaptured and enslaved for the rest of their lives. Those rebellious ones who refused to obey, on the other hand, would undergo training first. If their attitude remained unchanged, they would get severely punished once or twice if need be. After the second punishment, if they stood their ground still, the ultimate punition would be death. All this horde of ladies was located in three different halls.
The first hall Aleyna took her steps into was “The Hall of Entertainment”. Its destiny was simple, as the name suggested, the women kept there were meant to entertain the duchess. It was one of the best-equipped places in the castle - stocks, chains, whips, various devices and tools with the help of which the duchess could fulfill her sadistic desires anytime she wanted. As she walked in, a deathly silence fell over the room. Nobody wanted to provoke the goddess of punishment and in consequence, be sent to the world of pain. None of them dared even look up when she passed them by. They didn’t have to. Picking a poor wretch came incredibly easy for her.
The rest of the bunch held their breaths for a moment, their stares driven into the floor. Soon enough, Mirtha found herself in the semi-sitting position, her arms high, tied to the pole behind her back, her legs straightened, her feet trapped in the stocks. Trickles of sweat began to flow down her nudity. She was young, approximately twenty-five. That would make her an age-mate of Duchess Aleyna.
That being said, Aleyna took out a goose feather and proceeded to course over the slave’s right foot. She started off by gliding up and down the heel, then climbed higher, sliding across the arch and the ball of the foot. Mirtha instantly broke into a high-pitched laughter, thrashing around and flexing her toes instinctively while her melodious voice fed the duchess’s soul. She couldn’t stop smiling throughout the whole act. Encouraged by the obtained response, she went for the victim’s toes and after a couple of seconds of stroking, she slid the implement in between them, moving the feather back and forth. Mirtha’s frantic laughter carried in the room, ringing in the ears and stimulating Aleyna’s appetite. Sooner than later, the prey’s left foot shared the exact same fate.
The slave did exactly what she was told to, yet feeling the feather slide in the spaces between her toes caused an automatic reflex reaction she was not able to control. Aleyna knew it was about to happen but the mind games she played were just another way of hers to establish her dominance and find a new reason to punish her toy.
The woman gulped and spread her toes one more time, knowing she was seconds away from being sanctioned somehow. The thought of it scared her stiff, she tried her best to keep the toes spread. This time, Aleyna used her fingers and started to vigorously tickle both of the girl’s feet, paying a special kind of attention to the toes and the balls which appeared to be the most ticklish. It drove Mirtha mad, as she began to jerk in convulsions, swaying her feet left and right, curling her toes, screaming at the top of her lungs, Aleyna bit her lip and felt the heat all over her body. She carried on that torment for a couple of minutes until she stopped.
Using the strings tied to the hooks embedded in the stocks, Aleyna immobilized all of the prisoner’s toes, thereby depriving her of any chances to move her feet. She then took a black, leather whip in her hand and playing with it by hitting her right hand lightly, she was looking down at her inmate, smiling faintly. The look of her black, sparkling eyes made it obvious that she was deriving much pleasure from abusing the woman. Mirtha’s legs started to shake with fear, her breath was getting heavy and her heart was pounding like it was about to jump out.
Mirtha was gradually losing her senses feeling the excruciating pain, radiating from the soles up to her toes and even to her ankles. Normally, she could shift her focus onto something else, using her imagination just to help herself get through it. Nevertheless, counting each one of the blows forced her to concentrate on her pain, making it feel twice as hard. The other captives in the room were looking away, some of them burst into tears, sympathizing with the tortured. Aleyna gave her some rest after the twentieth blow when her soles turned utterly red with visible brighter welts on them.
The wild beast of dark, shining eyes reached for a hairbrush lying on a nearby table amongst other implements. Mirtha felt a cold shiver run down her spine at that sight, her vitreous eyes immediately closed as if she didn’t want to see the tool be set in motion. The ruler, however, didn’t attack right away. Only watched the lady’s body shiver, all tensed, awaiting her destiny. The prolonging pause made Mirtha open her eyes and as soon as she did, the duchess proceeded to scrub her soles at breakneck speed, as if she wanted to absorb the woman’s soul when she was shrieking and writhing in cold sweat, thrashing around all over the place. Hundreds of bristles of the hairbrush were shooting through her soles and all she could do was just take it humbly, holding back pleads, yelling her head off and laughing through tears streaming down her hot face, bursting between her blue lips. Aleyna continued to demolish the damsel, drifting across her skin with immense delight, changing the pace, pressure, angles. It went on and on for half an hour until the torturer put the hairbrush away. Mirtha tried to regulate her breath but the break given didn’t last long. As soon as the hairbrush was back in its place, Aleyna launched an all-out attack, raking her sharp nails all over the victim’s soles, especially in the spot right underneath the toes. The mixture of hysterics and heart-wrenching yowling moved everybody in the room but the duchess, who remained unfazed, getting more and more excited sexually with each finger swipe, laughing as she watched the girl cry. Like a monster thirsty for blood. The minute Aleyna saw the girl began to choke on her own laughter, she put an end to her suffering. Again, not for long. After several seconds, she managed to catch her breath. The duchess glanced around, noticing that most of the women had been crying. That gave her another brutal idea.
Aleyna left the room and came back after a minute, holding a few jars in her hands. Jam, peanut butter, chocolate, whipped cream. Seeing those, plenty of the inmates started drooling. Not only were those their favorite, and delicious, treats, but also their hunger did its part. They were ready to kill to have at least one taste.
The ruler got on her knees beside Mirtha and meticulously covered her whole body with each of the substances, with special consideration for her neck, armpits, breasts, navel, tummy and feet. She faltered for a moment and looking down at her crotch, she smiled faintly and generously bestowed upon it a heavy dose of the treats brought, especially the sticky ones. Soon after that, she uncuffed each one of the captives and, heading out, said:
In the meantime, Delilah was struggling alone against the restraints, defending herself by the skin of her teeth against the vibrations piercing through her clitoris. She was close to passing out when suddenly, she saw the duchess walk in. She would’ve never thought she could be so happy to see her again. She peeked at her pleadingly without verbalizing it. Aleyna surely appreciated that.
Delilah flopped drowsily onto the cold ground, panting and gasping for air. After a short while, she managed to project her voice.
Having that said, Aleyna helped the woman up and tightened a collar around her neck, walking her like a dog on a leash.
Delilah, although enervated, was looking around with fascination, listening intently to the duchess’s voice like she was hypnotized.
The ruler opened up the door and before Delilah’s eyes appeared the picture of true misery as she perceived Mirtha getting tortured by the women around her. Aleyna carried on:
Even though she was agitated by what she had seen, Delilah followed the duchess feeling slight excitement.
The duchess took the woman over to the royal garden where some of her servants were already waiting. Apart from lush vegetation, fresh fruit and vegetables and a fountain, she saw a huge massage table.
That being said, Aleyna went back into the castle and Delilah spent the next couple of hours getting massaged until she was ordered to return to the dungeon for the night.
In Part I: Duvessa is plunged into chaos as Duchess Aleyna seizes the throne and, bringing the whole country back to the medieval times, rules with an iron fist, ordering her people to capture powerful, wealthy citizens whom she perceives as potential threat. Aleyna is believed to be abducting women as well, so as to use them as her servants and make them satisfy her, apparently, horrific whims. Once kidnapped - there’s no turning back and the mystery remains unsolved since the entire state apparatus is subordinate to the ruler. A young girl named Delilah gets involved in the case and, carried by curiosity, decides to get to the bottom of the story on her own. As she receives an ambiguous rhyming letter, she embarks on the journey and finds the prison located in the capital city - Keresville - where all of the apprehended people are being held. Unfortunately, it turns out to be a trap set by Aleyna, Delilah is taken prisoner and gets ruthlessly tortured by the duchess herself. Can she survive the torment? How true will the rumors turn out to be?
Chapter 2: Eyes on the prize
Delilah was hanging helplessly as her trembling legs could barely carry her emaciated body after half an hour of sophisticated punishment. Each part of her body got significantly hypersensitive owing to the post-orgasm torture she had been subjected to, she was gasping as if she intended to absorb all the oxygen in the dungeon, her dark blonde, shoulder-length curls turned into a storm of clumped hair while her tanned skin shone out of all the sweat her system had produced. The duchess seemed to revel in that disastrous picture.
- Do you know what happens to losers? - asked Aleyna walking up to her victim and staring deeply into her tearful eyes of emerald.
- I’m begging you, Your Highness, no more… - the rasp in her shaking voice was clearly audible.
- That’s very sweet… But begging won’t save you, my dear girl. Now answer the question before I bring God's wrath down on you. - saying that, the duchess pulled the tortured’s body closer and held the girl firmly for a longer while during which the device pressed into her crotch was vibrating on the captive’s clit.
- AAAAAAAAHHHHAAAAAH…! - she arched her body, tilting her head back, all taut out of the sensations in between her legs.
- Painful, isn’t it?
- Yes, Your Highness! - Delilah hollered as though she were being torn to ribbons.
Aleyna waited a minute before she stopped. The young woman sobbed, knowing she had to obey and accept her unfortunate fate.
- Losers get penalized, Your Grace.
- Precisely. So how do we punish you, sweetheart? - Aleyna appeared to be talking more to herself than to the girl while playing with her hair.
- I’ll do whatever you tell me to, Your Majesty. - Delilah kept her head low since she was too scared to look the tormentor in the eyes.
- I knew such a bright little thing like you would learn it fast. - the duchess smiled with satisfaction. - That deserves some reward. But first, you’re going to cum for me a couple more times.
- Yes, Your Majesty. - these words came out automatically, almost robotically although the girl’s true desire was to protest, break the chains and run away.
Aleyna put the wheels in motion once again. Nonetheless, she turned the volume down a bit. The difference wasn’t felt as much as it would be if it weren’t for the former torture but at least, the feeling wasn’t as piercing as then, so Delilah didn’t strain her voice like before. The duchess leaned over her ear and whispered, simultaneously teasing the woman’s nipples gently with her fingertips:
- Consider it a token of my appreciation for your obedience. I’ll be back in an hour.
Leaving the dungeon, all the ruler could hear was a beautiful melody of loud moaning, squealing and sharp crying reverberating within the walls. Delilah was all alone face to face with her suffering and a false sense of control as she could try to lean back for as long as she was able to before her fainted body would fall onto the implement of execution over and over again. Imagining she was to wail in agony for the next hour stirred terror in her, yet the erotic pain persecuting her nerve endings efficiently prevented her from letting her thoughts run, forcing her to focus on it fully, which was making it seem to hurt even more.
The duchess, in turn, resolved to stroll through the halls of the castle. In each one of those, she kept imprisoned women whom she had captured. Most of them were in the age range from eighteen to thirty-five years old. The oldest ones were in their early forties. Some of them were arrested for petty crimes, others were kidnapped for ransom and since their affluent families had been apprehended before that, the duchess laid claim to them. The majority of those damsels, however, got captured solely on account of their beauty. Every woman had a different story and possibly background but what they all had in common was their good looks and destiny of service until they’d turn fifty. Only then would the duchess let them go, considering they had “paid off their debts” or “earned the freedom through years of proper service”, depending on the reason they had found themselves out there. That didn’t mean they were allowed to return to the place they had lived in though. They were always sent to a nursing home controlled by the police. Every hostage who got released started a “new life” there and was forbidden to get in touch with their closest ones on pain of being recaptured and enslaved for the rest of their lives. Those rebellious ones who refused to obey, on the other hand, would undergo training first. If their attitude remained unchanged, they would get severely punished once or twice if need be. After the second punishment, if they stood their ground still, the ultimate punition would be death. All this horde of ladies was located in three different halls.
The first hall Aleyna took her steps into was “The Hall of Entertainment”. Its destiny was simple, as the name suggested, the women kept there were meant to entertain the duchess. It was one of the best-equipped places in the castle - stocks, chains, whips, various devices and tools with the help of which the duchess could fulfill her sadistic desires anytime she wanted. As she walked in, a deathly silence fell over the room. Nobody wanted to provoke the goddess of punishment and in consequence, be sent to the world of pain. None of them dared even look up when she passed them by. They didn’t have to. Picking a poor wretch came incredibly easy for her.
- Ah, Mirtha. It’s been a while since I had you in stocks. - Aleyna’s face radiated with joy as she grabbed the brunette and dragged her over towards the nearby stocks.
The rest of the bunch held their breaths for a moment, their stares driven into the floor. Soon enough, Mirtha found herself in the semi-sitting position, her arms high, tied to the pole behind her back, her legs straightened, her feet trapped in the stocks. Trickles of sweat began to flow down her nudity. She was young, approximately twenty-five. That would make her an age-mate of Duchess Aleyna.
- You’re so stressed out. I reckon you need a little foreplay, huh?
That being said, Aleyna took out a goose feather and proceeded to course over the slave’s right foot. She started off by gliding up and down the heel, then climbed higher, sliding across the arch and the ball of the foot. Mirtha instantly broke into a high-pitched laughter, thrashing around and flexing her toes instinctively while her melodious voice fed the duchess’s soul. She couldn’t stop smiling throughout the whole act. Encouraged by the obtained response, she went for the victim’s toes and after a couple of seconds of stroking, she slid the implement in between them, moving the feather back and forth. Mirtha’s frantic laughter carried in the room, ringing in the ears and stimulating Aleyna’s appetite. Sooner than later, the prey’s left foot shared the exact same fate.
- Spread your toes. - ordered the duchess.
The slave did exactly what she was told to, yet feeling the feather slide in the spaces between her toes caused an automatic reflex reaction she was not able to control. Aleyna knew it was about to happen but the mind games she played were just another way of hers to establish her dominance and find a new reason to punish her toy.
- I said, spread your toes. - she looked deeply into Mirtha's brown eyes.
The woman gulped and spread her toes one more time, knowing she was seconds away from being sanctioned somehow. The thought of it scared her stiff, she tried her best to keep the toes spread. This time, Aleyna used her fingers and started to vigorously tickle both of the girl’s feet, paying a special kind of attention to the toes and the balls which appeared to be the most ticklish. It drove Mirtha mad, as she began to jerk in convulsions, swaying her feet left and right, curling her toes, screaming at the top of her lungs, Aleyna bit her lip and felt the heat all over her body. She carried on that torment for a couple of minutes until she stopped.
- It’s rude to disobey, you know. Guess we should do something about it.
Using the strings tied to the hooks embedded in the stocks, Aleyna immobilized all of the prisoner’s toes, thereby depriving her of any chances to move her feet. She then took a black, leather whip in her hand and playing with it by hitting her right hand lightly, she was looking down at her inmate, smiling faintly. The look of her black, sparkling eyes made it obvious that she was deriving much pleasure from abusing the woman. Mirtha’s legs started to shake with fear, her breath was getting heavy and her heart was pounding like it was about to jump out.
- Now, count, baby girl. - said the duchess, hitting the girl’s both feet at one blow.
- AAAAHHH.. - a yelp broke through Mirtha’s gritted teeth.
- I said, count! - Aleyna used the whip once more but this time, hitting twice with all her might. - Each time I whip you, you count. Out loud. Is that clear?
- AAAAHHHH.. Yes, Your Highness! All is clear. - she groaned.
- Good. Start over. One. - the whip whizzed through the air, landing hard on the captive’s soles.
- AAAAAAHHHHHH.. One…
- Good girl… - the sound of the whip in the air seemed to be as loud as the splat when it hit the soft skin.
- AAAAAHHHH AAAHH… Two…
Mirtha was gradually losing her senses feeling the excruciating pain, radiating from the soles up to her toes and even to her ankles. Normally, she could shift her focus onto something else, using her imagination just to help herself get through it. Nevertheless, counting each one of the blows forced her to concentrate on her pain, making it feel twice as hard. The other captives in the room were looking away, some of them burst into tears, sympathizing with the tortured. Aleyna gave her some rest after the twentieth blow when her soles turned utterly red with visible brighter welts on them.
- Now, this is beautiful. - the duchess ran her finger down the whole sole gently, basking in her art of work. The girl let out an ear piercing squeal as her soles became about ten times more sensitive to the lightest touch. - Take a deep breath, honey. This is going to get rough for you. - Aleyna’s lips curled in a psychopathic smirk.
The wild beast of dark, shining eyes reached for a hairbrush lying on a nearby table amongst other implements. Mirtha felt a cold shiver run down her spine at that sight, her vitreous eyes immediately closed as if she didn’t want to see the tool be set in motion. The ruler, however, didn’t attack right away. Only watched the lady’s body shiver, all tensed, awaiting her destiny. The prolonging pause made Mirtha open her eyes and as soon as she did, the duchess proceeded to scrub her soles at breakneck speed, as if she wanted to absorb the woman’s soul when she was shrieking and writhing in cold sweat, thrashing around all over the place. Hundreds of bristles of the hairbrush were shooting through her soles and all she could do was just take it humbly, holding back pleads, yelling her head off and laughing through tears streaming down her hot face, bursting between her blue lips. Aleyna continued to demolish the damsel, drifting across her skin with immense delight, changing the pace, pressure, angles. It went on and on for half an hour until the torturer put the hairbrush away. Mirtha tried to regulate her breath but the break given didn’t last long. As soon as the hairbrush was back in its place, Aleyna launched an all-out attack, raking her sharp nails all over the victim’s soles, especially in the spot right underneath the toes. The mixture of hysterics and heart-wrenching yowling moved everybody in the room but the duchess, who remained unfazed, getting more and more excited sexually with each finger swipe, laughing as she watched the girl cry. Like a monster thirsty for blood. The minute Aleyna saw the girl began to choke on her own laughter, she put an end to her suffering. Again, not for long. After several seconds, she managed to catch her breath. The duchess glanced around, noticing that most of the women had been crying. That gave her another brutal idea.
- How long has it been since you last ate, girls? - she turned to the ravenous inmates although she knew the answer.
- It’s been two days. - replied one of them.
- Exactly. And why is that? - Aleyna spread her arms questioningly.
- Because we refused to carry out your orders. - said another one.
- That’s right. Would you like something to eat?
- Yes, Your Highness. - the girls responded in unison.
- So you shall. - the duchess leered at them mysteriously.
Aleyna left the room and came back after a minute, holding a few jars in her hands. Jam, peanut butter, chocolate, whipped cream. Seeing those, plenty of the inmates started drooling. Not only were those their favorite, and delicious, treats, but also their hunger did its part. They were ready to kill to have at least one taste.
The ruler got on her knees beside Mirtha and meticulously covered her whole body with each of the substances, with special consideration for her neck, armpits, breasts, navel, tummy and feet. She faltered for a moment and looking down at her crotch, she smiled faintly and generously bestowed upon it a heavy dose of the treats brought, especially the sticky ones. Soon after that, she uncuffed each one of the captives and, heading out, said:
- Enjoy your meal, ladies! - until the door shut behind her, the sound of Mirtha’s frantic laughter and howling in panic showed her to the exit.
In the meantime, Delilah was struggling alone against the restraints, defending herself by the skin of her teeth against the vibrations piercing through her clitoris. She was close to passing out when suddenly, she saw the duchess walk in. She would’ve never thought she could be so happy to see her again. She peeked at her pleadingly without verbalizing it. Aleyna surely appreciated that.
- Good girl. - she said to her calmly, switching the device off, taking the chains off her wrists and ankles.
Delilah flopped drowsily onto the cold ground, panting and gasping for air. After a short while, she managed to project her voice.
- Thank you, Your Majesty. - her throat was completely dried out, so were her lips.
- Well, you've earned it. - admitted the dark-haired, petting the girl’s head. - I’ve told you you deserve some reward and you will receive it. I’ll give you a little tour before that though. Come with me.
Having that said, Aleyna helped the woman up and tightened a collar around her neck, walking her like a dog on a leash.
- You must know you are not alone around here. You’re merely a single drop in the ocean of women who are in our care. - she serenely told the story as she was showing the young girl around the castle.
Delilah, although enervated, was looking around with fascination, listening intently to the duchess’s voice like she was hypnotized.
- What you must also keep in mind is that there’s a hierarchy, even among the slaves. Not everyone is the same. That concerns both their privileges and the way they are treated. Here’s The Hall of Entertainment. Behold.
The ruler opened up the door and before Delilah’s eyes appeared the picture of true misery as she perceived Mirtha getting tortured by the women around her. Aleyna carried on:
- This is one of my favorite playgrounds. Those girls always walk around naked, used as my personal toys and they exist solely for that purpose. I come here whenever I’m mad or when I need to unwind. They’re at the bottom of the hierarchy, for various causes. Sometimes they end up here because of their rebellious attitude, so I wouldn’t advise you on that. The other times I send girls down here when they get degraded or if they’re newly captured and need to learn what’s what. They are forbidden to leave the room unsupervised. Let’s go. - she closed the door.
Even though she was agitated by what she had seen, Delilah followed the duchess feeling slight excitement.
- Here is The Hall of Bliss. - the door opened and Delilah saw an enormous space filled with half-naked, well-groomed women. Splendor was everywhere to be seen. - The girls kept in here are allowed to wear underwear because they deserved to get promoted. The way you can achieve that is very simple. You need to obey all the rules I implement and humbly endure torture. No protest, no inhibition when carrying out my orders, no begging. Understood?
- Yes, Your Highness.
- Good. Promotion comes with its benefits. That is, they’re allowed to cover their privates but there’s more than that. They’re also free to walk around the castle and they don’t get tortured anyhow. The only thing they can’t do is go outside unsupervised. The girls in here are those who were disciplined enough to face torture the way they were supposed to but they’re still reluctant to torture others on my command. Their destiny is to serve in a different way than the girls you saw a few moments ago. I use them as servants and lovers. Whenever I want somebody to pleasure or massage me or I need them to make me something to eat, they do exactly that. They get some love from me, too. - she winked at Delilah and closed the door.
- This is our final destination. It’s my throne room and The Hall of Justice. Here live the women who are at the top of the hierarchy, consequently they are the most privileged. Hence, they’re allowed to be fully dressed however they want to. They can move around the castle as they please, they can spend their time outside whenever they feel like it. I like to call them my soldiers because I use them as bodyguards. They watch all of the other prisoners and help me torture them without thinking twice. As you are probably guessing, they also don’t get tortured and if somebody tried it, they would get severely punished. If they feel like torturing somebody on their own, they can also do that unsupervised. My servants take good care of them as well. The way you can climb up the ladder and end up here is also simple. You have to get rid of inhibitions, sentiments and whatnot and be ruthless. See, everything is up to you. You decide what your role is going to be, how you’re going to be treated. The choice is yours. Is that clear?
- Yes, Your Majesty.
- Very well. Now, here’s the promised reward. Come.
The duchess took the woman over to the royal garden where some of her servants were already waiting. Apart from lush vegetation, fresh fruit and vegetables and a fountain, she saw a huge massage table.
- Take care of our newbie, girls.
- Yes, Your Highness. - they responded.
- And you, my dear, enjoy it while it lasts.
That being said, Aleyna went back into the castle and Delilah spent the next couple of hours getting massaged until she was ordered to return to the dungeon for the night.
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