“I don’t know where he is! I swear! No! NOOOO! IEEEARRGGGHHHH!” Scribonia screamed as the metal pliers slammed shut, crushing her already sore and bruised nipple in its grip. “LET GOOOOOOOO!”
“Tell us where Antonius is. He’s your husband! You expect us to believe that you had nothing to do with his plot to assassinate the Emperor?” The interrogator asked, twisting Scribonia’s nipple while pulling it further and further from her heaving breast.
“I DON’T KNOW I DON’T KNOWWWWWW!”
“You fucking useless slut…” He said, releasing the pliers.
“Oh thank you, thank you.” Scribonia sobbed in relief, watching as her nipple began to swell and turn dark red…
“Give her another stroke across those fat tits.”
SSCCCHWWWAPPPP!
“YYIEEAARRRGGGHHHH!”
“Once again, Scribonia, give me locations. Where would he go? Who are his friends?”
“Let me think, let me think! Please… please just give me a second… I… I just need a second.”
The interrogator nodded to his assistant.
THUCCCKKK!
The heavy cane went slamming into the tops of her trembling thighs.
“NNNIEEEARRGH! OOOHHHHHHHH! STTTOOPPPPP!” Scribonia wailed, her body heaving and thrashing against the restraints holding her down.
“Oh, seems like your thighs are a tender area…” The interrogator smiled, placing the pliers against the milky flesh of her inner thighs…
Search Results: Pliers
The interrogator nodded to his assistant by Damian
European chick tortured in the East
This is an ancient times story of a poor European babe was enslaved by Eastern warriors. The chick was very beautiful and exotic for these perverts, so they decided to give her exotic treatment. First of all, the young brunette was fucked by anyone who wanted to fuck her in crazy orgy but it was just the beginning of her tortures. She was threatened with the saber to her throat and then her shaved pussy was pinched hard with the pliers making her scream with pain. But the worst was further on. The chick was very disobedient one day so she had one of her arms cut down. So then she forgot all about freedom and became just a freak for fuck for her masters.
Illegal immigrant by Aries
“Don’t move, you foreigner! Sit down on that fucking table! So… you say you’re not a fucking whore but you work in the fucking local whorehouse… You’re fucking lying to me! A whore that works in a whorehouse is a whore. A slut! You’re a fucking slut!
I’ve been checking… you’re not in any fucking record in this country. Officially, and practically, you’re not here now, you don’t exist. This gives me ideas… yes… instead of handing you to the customs authorities I’ll give you what you want… a fucking job in this country. As my personal whore… what you think? Is this a deal? Do you understand a fucking word of what I say?
Are you stupid or just a fucking foreigner that doesn’t understand a fucking word of English?”
“I won’t say it again… I want those fucking nips hard and pointing to my eyes all the time. Failure to do so means that I make them hard with those fucking pliers, got it? A fuck toy gets aroused each time she sees her Master!”
The more he flogged her naked breasts, the hornier the landowner got by Damian
Witch hunt
The Abbot smiled and thought for a moment. He knew of the landowner’s interest in the girl and he knew too that the landowner was a generous donor to the abbey.
“Do you think it’s necessary? We could carry out some preliminary investigation ourselves.”
The landowner smiled.
“I’ll look forward to that,” he said.
“She can be arrested and tortured without being permanently harmed. It will be good for her soul. She seldom comes to church. It will encourage her and keep her on the true path. You can be there with a hood over your head and a veil over your face. In return, you will provide funds for the maintenance of the Abbey.”
The landowner smiled and agreed.
A week later Brenna found herself in the Abbey, tied to a wooden column and with her legs wide apart. To make it more discreet the Abbot had called a jailer from a nearby town to work on her.
Brenna’s lovely breasts were naked and defenseless. Her clitoris was fully exposed. At first when they tied her legs apart her cunt lips had stuck together and the jailer had carefully separated them.
The landowner stood next to her, watching as the jailer closed his pliers around one of Brenna’s nipples…
“Tell us the truth, witch! Do you walk with the Devil at night? Does he take the form of a goat?”
“NO! I have a goat! It’s my goat! Ask anyone in the village! I get him in from the fields at night!”
The jailer squeezed her nipple hard.
“AAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
He squeezed the other nipple too…
“AAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
