It was well past midnight in the great throne-room of the palace, but three figures still lingered in the glimmering torchlight.

Szenia, naked and delicious, crouched on the front edge of a low footstool on the balls of her feet, her arms cinched painfully tight behind her. Her well-toned thighs had begun to ache from the strain of her prolonged deep knee-bend. Her feet were together, but each time she tried to bring her knees together to deprive her two captors of a close-up view of her moist, inviting pussy, they snapped their short, multi-thonged whips down on her tawny thighs, forcing them well apart.

She glared at her captors defiantly, but Vadsyk and Yorg, the two evil dwarfs who served as jesters to Lord Ruug, offered her nothing but mocking smiles in return.

"You should have sucked our cocks when you had the chance, Princess," Vadsyk taunted her, as he eyed her swollen breasts. "But now you will pay!"

Szenia looked down fearfully at her naked breasts. Yorg had bound her pleasure-mounds tightly with thin cord; she was sure that the marks would last for days.

"Let us prepare her nipples, my brother," Yorg smirked and a moment later the two little men attacked the tips of Szenia's bound breasts with lips and tongue and teeth, teasing Szenia's throbbing tit-nuggets into full erection.

"Ah, yes, that will do very well," Vadsyk sneered as he pulled his head away from Szenia's saliva-slick breasts.

"And now, my brother, for the fun!" growled Yorg as he snapped the whip down on Szenia's left breast.

"Aaah!" Szenia cried out softly. Yorg's whip was quite small -- half a dozen nine-inch leather thongs embedded in a phallus-shaped handle, but the little man certainly knew how to use it. He held the slender thongs tightly in his left hand while cocking the whip handle with his right. When at last he released the thongs of the whip, the whip-handle shot forward as if propelled by a giant spring, the thongs cracking into Szenia's sensitive love-gourds with remarkable force.

THWACKK!! Szenia's left breast absorbed the full brunt of the blow.

"Good one my brother! My turn, now." Vadsyk inched forward, eyeing Szenia's right breast, and slapped the thongs down viciously, missing her swollen nipple by an eyelash.

The force of the blow almost knocked Szenia from her unsteady perch and she swung her knees inward in an attempt to regain her balance.

"I warned you not to do that!" Yorg grumbled and the two men lashed Szenia's golden thighs until she drew them well apart once again.

"This is what you'll get if you try that again, Princess," Vadsyk muttered as he turned his wrist and then flicked the whip upward, between Szenia's parted legs.

"Aaaahh!" Szenia gasped, but she was given no time to recover from the blow to her delicate pussy.

THWACKK!! Yorg whipped her left breast again, delighting in the sound of the leather smacking into naked tit-flesh.

"Aaaahh!! No more, please!"

"We're only just beginning, Princess!" Yorg said mockingly. "Are we not, my brother?"

"You should not have mocked us in front of the court, Princess."

THWACCKK!!

Yorg had whipped her breast from a slight angle, but Vadsyk stood directly in front of her, so that the thongs of his whip could coat the tops of Szenia's breasts with an even patina of pain.

"Aye, you're no princess here, milady," Zwegg taunted her angrily.

THWACKKK!!

The whip-thongs burned into her left breast once again.

"You're no better than a slut and a slave," Vadsyk agreed. He lifted his short right arm and slammed the whip down onto Szenia's burning right breast.

"THWACKK!!!

"Shake those big tits for me, Princess," Yorg growled as he ogled Szenia's rosy breasts. "I want to see 'em wobble!

"You disgusting little ..."

THWACKK!! THWACKK!! Yorg backhanded the beautiful blonde across her pert, pointed nipples and then launched another downstroke at the tops of her creamy breasts.

"Auggghhh!!" Szenia cried out as rivers of pain surged through her breasts. "Please ... no more...."

"Get used to it, Princess -- it's going to be a long night," Vadsyk snarled as he lashed the whip upward into Szenia's pussy once again. "A long, long, night."

"Suck it, slut-princess!"

Since beginning her odyssey of sex and servitude Szenia had suffered at the hands of many cruel and lecherous men. But rarely had she encountered a duo as vicious as Vadsyk and Yorg, the depraved dwarfs who abetted the evil pleasures of Lord Ruug. Brothers they were in birth and stature, but aside from the fact that both men sported heads that were much too large for their diminutive bodies, they were quite unlike in feature. Vadsyk was lean, hatchet-faced, his gray-brown hair close-cropped around a bony skull. Yorg was round-faced and thick-set, with long, greasy black hair and a filthy beard which only called attention to his unpleasantly thick lips. Both men were attired in sleeveless jerkins speckled with ominous reddish spots. Bloodstains, Szenia knew, that had not been earned in battle but in the dark dungeons of Lord Ruug's castle of cruelty.

And it was in the darkest of those dungeons that she was secreted now, bound and naked and completely at the mercy of as vile a pair of sadists as she had ever known.

Szenia recoiled in revulsion as Vadsyk bared his grotesque penis. Despite the fact that he was not much more than half her height, there was nothing dwarfish about the ugly erection he was pressing against her soft lips. The flickering torchlight that bathed her body in a golden glow conspired to make his penis appear even thicker, more purplish and repulsive than it really was.

"I'd rather die," Szenia stammered bravely.

"Oh, you won't die, sweetie," snarled Yorg, grinning evilly as he dug his nails into the pinkish-brown perfection of Szenia's left nipple. "But you may come to wish you were dead, if you don't serve us well!"

A few minutes earlier the two men, who had practiced the arts of bondage on a hundred beauties, had dragged her nude body from the throne-room of Lord Ruug, down a series of dank corridors, the sharp sting of their lashes accompanying her every step. When they reached the most remote, the most fearful of Ruug's dungeons, they opened the great stone door and threw her to the floor, where Vadsyk guarded her at knife-point while Yorg lit the torches encircling the grisly cell.

They quickly stripped the breast-ropes from Szenia's throbbing pleasure-gourds and used them to bind her hand and foot. Soon her naked body was hanging from a rafter, horizontal to the ground, face down, at the level of Vadsyk's waist. Each of Szenia's four limbs was suspended individually from a rafter overhead. Yorg's cleverness with a complicated system of pulleys insured that her back was painfully bowed by her crab-like position.

"Suck it!" Vadsyk roared again, tightening his grip on Szenia's golden hair and mashing his meaty phallus against her face.

"Rebellious whore!" growled Yorg, grinding Szenia's nipple between the fingers of his right hand while lifting a six-thonged whip with his left. He raised it high over his dark-matted head before slashing it down on Szenia's bare buttocks.

"CRACCKK!!" The force of the blow atomized the glistening perspiration that clung to Szenia's creamy nether-globes.

"Oooowwwwww!!"

Yorg grunted with sadistic pleasure as he watched the sweet rounds of Szenia's backside quiver under the lash.

CRACKKKK!!! He struck again, deepening the rosy blush on Szenia's bottom. The whip he was using now was not the short, compact breast-whip that he had used earlier to punish Szenia's luscious breasts, but a longer, heavier version, fashioned at the command of Lord Ruug, that he and his gnomish half-brother had used on a hundred rounded bottoms.

CRACKKK!!! Once again, Szenia's demi-ovals shuddered deliciously under the impact.

"Aaaughhh!" Szenia's body jerked in her bonds and her gasp of pain afforded Vadsyk an opportunity to slide his rutting cock into her mouth.

"Mmmm!! By the gods, her mouth is warm, my brother!"

Szenia gagged as the dwarf plunged his cock halfway down her throat. She tried to breathe, but each time she tried to inhale, Vadsyk ramrodded his meaty member deeper into her throat.

Meanwhile Yorg had given her sensitive nipple a final vicious pinch, and eased himself into position between Szenia's wide-spread rope-lifted thighs. "What a pretty pussy!" he chortled as he dug his fingers into the curves of Szenia's buttocks and applied his thick lips to her blonde-fringed slit. The little man stabbed his tongue into Szenia's pussy, slobbering like a dog who has found a juicy bone.

"A little pleasure before the pain, princess," the black-haired scoundrel smirked, before straightening, stepping back, and whipping the lash downward, targeting the shadowy crease between Szenia's buttocks and the sensitive feminine flesh just below.

CRACKKK!!

The pain was such that Szenia was able to wrench free from Vadsyk's oral rape long enough to plead to the heavens. "Oh! Goddess! Spare me! Spare me!" "Your goddess cares naught for whores!" Yorg snarled. While his brother rubbed his grotesque phallus against Szenia's mouth and lips, Yorg lashed his whip down at Szenia's golden-fringed pussy again.

CRACCKK!!!

"Auaaagghhhh!! "I … I am not a whore…." Szenia gasped.

"You lie, wench!"

CRACCKKK!!

"Aaaiaaahhh!"

" 'Not a whore', she says," Vadsyk scoffed as he tightened his grip on her blonde hair, and pressed his swollen scrotum against her mouth, enjoying her hot breath on his hairy balls. "You played the whore to Lord Varan, right enough, when he last was here. And tonight you'll play the whore for us, princess!"

His words added the pangs of humiliation to Szenia's physical misery. For there was some truth in them. With her lover, the handsome Lord Varan, she had surely practiced erotic arts unbecoming a Maiden of the Goddess. But how was she to know that their ardent encounters had been watched by spies, spies who wanted nothing more than to bring the lovely princess under their malevolent power.

She had begun by resisting Varan’s most amorous caresses but her body had betrayed her. She had surrendered to his knowing mouth and ardent hands and had reciprocated with forbidden caresses, falling deeper and deeper into Lord Ruug’s snare at their every encounter. She no longer remembered how many times the dark tentacles of lust had robbed her of the virtue that she had pledged to the goddess when she was a young girl just blossoming into womanly beauty. How many times had she fallen to her knees to worship the manly cock of her lover? How many times had she tongued it, kissed it, sucked it with a passion and a fervor unbefitting a novitiate of the goddess? And now, now that Varan was in disfavor at the court of Lord Ruug, she was being punished for her sexual ardor by Ruug’s merciless henchmen, who were determined to enjoy the same luscious body, the same wanton caresses, that Varan had come to know.

"Submit, whore!" CRACKKKK!!! "Aaiiaaahhh!!"

Though she had submitted to Lord Varan, Szenia vowed that she would not submit to these men. Not in this way. Tonight she would not surrender.

CRAACCKK!! The whip found the center of her being again, searing her clitoris with the fires of hell.

"Aaaaaahh, goddess, goddess, help me!"

"The foul slut dares to call on the goddess! No one will hear your prayers, here, wench!"

CRAACKKK!!! Yorg lashed again at the shadowy groove between Szenia's rounded bottomcheeks.

“Agghh! … please….”

"And now another one for that pretty puss!"

CRACCKKK!!!

"Aiiiaaaahh!!"

Yorg, half maddened by lust, reached into his leggings and ran his hand through a thick forest of pubic hair to give his massive, misshapen cock a long pleasurable stroke. How lucky he and his brother were that Szenia had turned her wrath on them in front of the entire court and that Ruug had given them leave to avenge the slight. How sweet it was to see the tough strips of leather, after striking Szenia's blonde treasure at lightning-like speed, snake slowly down the pinkish folds of their delectable target for a half second before collapsing, momentarily spent, on the floor.

But each time he lifted the whip the seemingly exhausted leather thongs found new vigor as they rose upward through the air and were once again at full strength when he launched them once again.

CRACKKK!!!

“Aiaaaghhhh!

Another pussy stroke, one that left Szenia's genitals so enticingly rosy that Yorg could no longer defer the pleasure of violating them. He draped the whip across Szenia's naked back, undid his leggings and pressed the moist tip of his cock against her whip-reddened pussy-lips.

For his part, Vadsyk had a fistful of Szenia's blonde hair in each hand and was using her tresses as handholds to improve his leverage. He rubbed his saliva-coated penis against her mouth and cheeks and then and pressed it against Szenia's lips once again. "Come on, you lazy wench! Use your lips, your tongue! How many times did you suck the cock of your traitorous lover? Now it’s our turn, whore!”

"Do not speak of Lord Varan, pig!" Szenia gasped. "He is worth a thousand of you! Unnnnnggghhh!!"

For just as Szenia had completed her defense of Varan, she felt Yorg plunge his knobby cock deep into her gaping love-slit.

"Take it, whore-princess!" Yorg thrust his hips forward again, impaling Szenia's vagina ever deeper on his rutting member.

"Aah! Aaah! Aaahh!!" Szenia gasped as the sadistic dwarf filled her lash-ravaged pussy with his raping manhood.

Meanwhile, as he heard the sweet sound of Yorg's hand spanking Szenia's quivering backside, Vadsyk offered his veiny fuck-shaft to Szenia's mouth yet again.

"Suck it, bitch!" he snarled, furious that this blonde princess, who the entire court of Lord Ruug knew to be slavishly compliant to Lord Varan's darkest desires, refused to tongue his erection.

"Never!!" Szenia vowed, cursing her captors with every vile epithet she knew.

"I'll bet you've sucked the traitor's accursed prick a hundred times. Haven't you?! Haven't you!!" Vadsyk's ugly face was beet-red with anger.

"Aye! And I was proud to show my love. For he is a man, a real man! Not a craven worm!"

"She needs more punishment, my brother!" Yorg grunted gruffly as he continued to drove his cock-staff into Szenia's defenseless cunt.

"And she shall have it!" chuckled Vadsyk. "Forbear for a moment my brother,while we turn her over."

Yorg grimaced uncertainly but yielded to his brother's wishes and withdrew his slimy cock from Szenia's love portal long enough for the two men to adjust the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles. In less than a minute they had flipped her over so that she faced the dank, cobwebbed ceiling of the dungeon, the stiff-pointed nipples of her magnificent breasts pointing proudly upward. As far as her evil jailers were concerned the dark rings resulting from her earlier breast bondage only enhanced the majestic splendor of her voluptuous tit-globes.

Szenia thrashed wildly in her bonds. But the dwarfs, who had bound a hundred beauties for their master's cruel pleasures, had done their work well.

Szenia's gyrations caused her to swing back and forth crazily in her cradle of bondage, but there was no escaping the confining ropes. When her swinging slowed, Yorg positioned himself between Szenia's naked thighs, and grabbed her hips in a a death grip. Once the swaying of her body had slowed to a pendulum-like rocking, the dreadful little man buried his cock in her vagina once again.

"Unggghhh!! Unggghh!!" It was hard to believe that a half-man like Yorg, could wield such a mighty weapon.

Meanwhile Vadsyk had pressed the trunk of his body against Szenia's golden tresses and reached for her bold-thrusting breast-mounds, seizing them in his small but powerful hands.

"Oh, by the gods, she may be a whore, but she is as tight as a virgin bride!!" Yorg exulted, closing his eyes for a moment to bask in the waves of erotic pleasure surging through his genitals. He opened his lust-crazed eyes to find Vadsyk gouging his fingers into Szenia's jutting lust-melons. "Squeeze 'em, my brother! Squeeze 'em 'til they bleed!!"

Vadsyk needed little encouragement. He grinned sadistically and dug his talons even deeper into Szenia's tit-mounds. At first he attacked both breasts at once, but when he realized that his hands were too small to encircle both of her pleasure globes at one time, he concentrated his attentions on one breast at a time.

The tortured blonde pain-slave almost swooned with agony when Vadsyk captured her left breast in his grubby hands and squeezed it as if it would yield spun gold.

"Unnngghhhhh!! Unghhhhh!!!" Szenia moaned.

"That's it! Make her scream!" Yorg snarled as he redoubled his virile thrusts into Szenia's delicious love cavern. Despite her resolve not to respond to him, Vadsyk’s assault on her creamy pain-mounds caused her to involuntarily clamp her well-tutored vaginal muscles around Yorg’s erection. Her convulsions gave the vicious little man depraved pleasures such as he had never known.

But the waves of carnal pleasure enveloping Yorg did nothing to assuage his blood lust. He dug his nails deep into Szenia's buttocks and pulled her toward him, impaling her ever more deeply on his swollen cock, fucking her harder with every stroke.

Vadsyk's arousal, too, was at a fever pitch as he felt Szenia's head pressing against his lust-filled balls. He gave her left breast a brutal wrench and then transferred his death-grip to her right breast, encircling it at the base and squeezing it with sadistic glee.

"Will you submit?" he raged at the tortured blonde, as his fingers closed like iron bands around the base of Szenia's breast. "Will you pleasure us as you did the traitor?”

When his fingers tightened yet again, Szenia felt as if her rosy-hued breast were about to explode. But her courage remained resolute. "I would die a thousand deaths before I would willingly whore for scum such as you!"

"She is too proud, my brother!" Then as if intent on beating the pride out of Szenia with his bare hands, Yorg began pounding a tiny fist into Szenia's stomach even as he worked his prick into her aching pussy. Again and again his knuckles found the soft recess of her navel, and the tender flesh around it. But finally the triple pleasure of watching Vadsyk mistreat Szenia's superb breasts, the masculine thrill of burying his fist in her bellyflesh and the indescribable ecstasy afforded by the contractions of Szenia's spasming vagina proved too much for the red-faced little man and he erupted inside her for what seemed an eternity. Exhausted, the dark-bearded gnome fell forward and lay across her belly half-conscious for some seconds before regaining his senses and beckoning to his brother.

"By all the gods in the heavens, Vadsyk, you must come and take her. I swear to you that each time you squeezed her tits, her cunt twitched like … like … I don't know… There are no words…. It was paradise, I tell you."

"Paradise for you, my brother," Vadsyk corrected his sibling with a malicious grin, as he stepped around between Szenia's widespread thighs. "But we shall make this castle a hell on earth for her." He licked his lips as he studied her helpless pose. "Help me lift her legs a bit higher, Yorg."

Szenia's blood ran cold as the dwarfs jerked on the pulley ropes, raising her pelvis slightly higher in the air.

When the malignant brothers had her properly positioned for the next phase of their foul pleasures, Vadsyk rubbed the tip of his bloated cock against the slimy residue dripping from Szenia's pussy. Then, having moistened its apex, he spread Szenia's shapely bottomcheeks apart and gazed at her puckering starfish.

"Take up your whip again, my brother, and use it well!" The gruesome little man pressed his slime-tipped man-weapon against Szenia's enticing anus and then glanced upward to admire the curves and hollows of her taut-stretched body.

"And don't spare those juicy tits!"

Vadsyk grabbed Szenia's rounded hips and pulled her closer, wedging his grotesque manhood against her tiny nether-entrance. "By the beard of Lord Ruug, she's got a tight ass!" he crowed to his misshapen brother.

"I'll loosen 'er up!" Yorg lifted the thronged whip high over his head and slashed it downward, blistering Szenia's bare belly.

"Aaiaaahhh!!" Szenia wailed, twisting and turning as best she could in an attempt to escape the cruel sting of the whip.

The dark-bearded dwarf gloated in triumph. He and his brother had tormented many a maiden in the dismal dungeons of Lord Ruug, but never one so young and beautiful as the unlucky princess who now hung spread-eagled before them. He had lusted for this blonde temptress since the first moment he had seen her, when Lord Ruug had brought the captive princess to his throne-room as a trophy of his evil tyranny over his dark domain.…

The young blonde, shackled hand and foot, had stared at the assembled nobles with a mixture of pride and panic, her girlish face pale, her womanly body shapely and partially revealed by the rents in her short, tattered tunic. Ruug's guards had not been gentle with her. A trickle of crimson at the corner of her mouth, and a dark bruise on an otherwise unblemished thigh suggested that she had put up quite a fight. But she was a prisoner now, and a prisoner she would remain.

When the great lord ordered the captive princess to kneel before him as his slave, she answered him with defiant scorn, telling him that she, the crown princess of Garelia, would never submit to one such as him.

The assembled court gasped as one. No one had ever addressed their cruel Lord in such a fashion.

Ruug rose from his throne angrily and made an imperious gesture to the captain of the guards. The captain, a shaven-headed brute named Morgudoc, stepped forward and faced the captive. The crowd, raucous and vulgar only moments before during Szenia's enforced entrance, came to a hush as the captain reached for the rounded collar of the prisoner's tunic. With her wrists manacled behind her back, the bare-legged beauty was powerless to resist. But despite her helplessness there was a fire in her eyes that bespoke the passion which, coupled with her beauty, had made her known far beyond her own realms.

Yorg and his brother, the deformed bastard sons of Lord Ruug's syphilitic brother, had maneuvered their way closer, so as to obtain the best possible vantage point for the humbling of this proud young princess.

The captain seized the throat of Szenia's tunic with both hands and ripped it downward with a single powerful jerk, allowing the young princess's splendid breasts to spring free. The lords and ladies of the court stood transfixed. As beautiful as Szenia's face was, her torso was every bit its equal. Her shoulders were gently rounded, her waist girlishly slim, her navel one from which an emperor might deign to sip the finest nectar. And her breasts…

Yorg had never seen their like. They were full and round and close set and jutted out from her chest with the proud nonchalance of youth. Yorg edged closer, eyeing Szenia's pinkish brown nipples, so perfectly perched on pebbly aureoles that would have seduced a saint, much less man-beasts as depraved as he and his brother. Yorg felt his palms itching, so great was his desire to lay his hands on the princess's pleasure-goblets.

Ruug, confident that by stripping the proud princess he had humbled her, ordered his manacled captive once again to fall to her knees and confess herself his slave, body and soul.

But even then, shamed and stripped, her nude breasts quivering in apprehension, Szenia had refused him.

Cursing her, the great Lord had directed the captain to finish the job, and Morgoduc had done so with gusto, removing a short sword from the scabbard at his waist sheath and cutting through the fabric gathered around Szenia's waist. The torn tunic slithered gently to the ground at her feet, giving the lords and ladies of the court a better look at Szenia's long, shapely legs. Her only garment now was a brief, wispy underthing, more delicate than any garment Yorg had ever seen – and more transparent.

Yorg licked his thick lips hungrily as he studied the golden tendrils that peeked out boldly from the edges of Szenia's last remaining garment. Through the gossamer thin fabric he could make out every detail of her blonde triangle and the sweet cleft it framed.

Morgudoc reached for her silken panties, but Ruug forestalled him, intending, perhaps, to tease his audience a little longer. Then he pointed at the great doorway opening on the hallway to the throne-room and the fetters hanging from its four corners.

With the aid of two of his barbaric minions, Morgudoc had freed Szenia from the chains she wore only to force her to stand in the massive entryway. There they shackled her wrists and ankles to the upper and lower corners of the doorway, leaving her standing with her back to the throne, stretched, spread-eagled and helpless.

And then each of the dozen men in Ruug's Praetorian Guard had come forward and given Szenia's creamy back a lash with a five-foot singletail whip that hissed through the air like a monstrous dragonfly. Twelve strokes to her back, leaving it raw and bloodied, followed by twelve equally vicious strokes to the backs of her soft, supple thighs. Throughout these four and twenty lashes, though her nearly nude body had danced a pagan dance of suffering, Szenia had uttered only a few pathetic groans, never once begging mercy of her captors.

By the tenth stroke rivulets of perspiration, tinged with crimson, were streaming down Szenia's body and her flimsy panties were soaked with sweat, and clung to her luscious buttocks like dew on fresh clover. Yorg's own erection was stony-hard and he did not doubt for a moment that every noble and every guard in the throne-room was imagining the obscene pleasures to be found in the captivating cleft between those perfect demi-ovals. When the two dozen strokes had been tallied, Ruug had angrily demanded once again that the golden-haired princess submit, but though her voice was weak, her spirit was strong and still she had refused.

Lord Ruug gave the captain the order to continue the flogging. But when the twelve guardsmen formed a line yet again, and the first had grasped the single-tail, Ruug ordered him to halt, and directed Morgoduc to fetch the cat o' nine tails.

The audience fell into a hushed silence. The assembled nobles had seen insolent beauties flogged before, but never with the cat, a weapon heretofore used only on the broad backs of centurions and soldiers.

Morgudoc approached the semi-nude prisoner, and seized the waistband of her panties, but a barked command from Ruug deterred him and he backed away, his cold eyes never leaving Szenia’s shapely derriere.

The first soldier, understanding his mission, brought the tails of the whip crashing down on Szenia's buttocks, shredding the flimsy fabric.

The second lash nearly finished the job, dealing a second dose of suffering to Szenia’s squirming backside, and leaving them more naked than veiled.

By the fifth stroke, only the waistband of the panties remained and Szenia's sweat-sheened bottom-cheeks were dancing to the song of the whip.

The sixth stroke drew blood. Yorg watched, consumed with lust and envy, wishing that it were he wielding the whip, wishing that it were he dominating this blonde goddess, wishing that it were he getting a close-up view of the delectable golden-fringed pussy lips nestled so charmingly between Szenia's spread-eagled thighs.

CRACKKK!!!

CRACKK!!!

CRACKKK!!!

The seventh, eighth and ninth lashes fell in quick succession, each delivered by muscular minions who wielded the whip with skill and power, ravaging Szenia's blood-streaked bottom-cheeks with every stroke. Rotating the strokes among the twelve men, as Ruug had ordered, there was no chance of fatigue, no diminution of force. Each lash was delivered to Szenia's naked buttocks with shattering, flesh-scalding force.

The tenth man had just taken the whip-handle from the ninth when Lord Ruug once again asked the prisoner to submit.

But still the brave blonde princess defied him.

The tyrant’s face was a mask of fury as he called Morgudoc to his side and whispered to him sotto voce. A grim smile crossed the captain's visage as he listened to his orders, and every eye in the throne-room followed him as he re-traced his steps to the doorway and spoke softly to the soldier holding the whip.

The guard, a big beefy man with a hideous scar on his left cheek earned in battle with the Garelians, nodded that he understood. The guard moved slightly closer to Szenia than the soldiers had and when he drew back the whip, it was not at shoulder height, but rather with a sweeping movement that left the tails of the whip dangling not far from the floor.

The guardsman eyed his target carefully, and then with a quick turn of his wrist he flicked the nine tongues of the whip upward, finding the secret treasure between Szenia's legs!

The pain must have been nearly unendurable because though she uttered nothing more than a pathetic groan, Szenia's tantalizing body writhed in her chains for a full minute.

Morgoduc let Szenia's suffering run its course and then signaled to the eleventh man, a broad-shouldered young man with rippling biceps. The guard took the whip from his comrade and studied Szenia's quivering buttocks and the delicious rear aspect of Szenia's plump, provocative labia. Then, he whistled the cat around his head twice deftly, to give its bloodied knots a chance to pick up speed and then he, too, delivered a withering upstroke between Szenia's parted thighs.

Szenia's nude body danced in the chains as if she were possessed, the fire between her legs kindled by demons. She threw her head back, arching her back sensually, and looked heavenward as if beseeching some pagan god for protection against the cruelty of Lord Ruug and his henchmen.

The twelfth stroke, delivered by a grizzled veteran of the guard, was no less savage than the preceding two had been and it was even more skillfully delivered. It found Szenia's clitoris, and sent the tortured beauty into paroxysms of agony that fired Yorg's loins.

Even then the beshackled blonde did not submit.

In a towering rage Ruug cursed and banished everyone from the throne-room, announcing that he would conquer the proud beauty in private. Slowly, reluctantly, lords and ladies, guards and soldiers, filed toward the other door, not without casting a last look back at the lovely young woman hanging helplessly in the doorway to the great hall, her ripe young breasts heaving deliciously with her every breath.

Yorg and his brother were among the last to file out, and after watching the guards seal the door behind them, thus leaving Ruug alone with his recalcitrant captive, Yorg bade Vadsyk farewell and glanced around to make sure that everyone else had left that quarter of the palace.

Finding himself alone, Yorg hastened outside and located the well-disguised terminus of a secret passageway he had once discovered, one that led from the hallway leading to the throne-room to the outer walls of the castle. A passageway, Yorg guessed, that Ruug had had built in case he ever needed to flee the palace hurriedly and secretly.

Opening the door stealthily, Yorg pulled it closed behind him and cursed the inky blackness that enveloped him. What a fool he had been not to bring a torch, but now there was no time! Yorg staggered forward anyway, feeling his way in the darkness, knowing that it was only a matter of twenty yards or so to the other entrance, the one in the throne-room.

Soon he stumbled into the stone door which he knew opened onto the great hallway on the other side of the doorway from which Szenia had been left hanging. He pressed his shoulder against it and felt it creak open just slightly.

Yorg heard the crack of a whip as he opened the concealed door a bit more. He was thrilled by the prospect of eavesdropping on the mighty Lord Ruug and his voluptuous slave-girl, but more than a bit frightened by the thought of what might happen to him if he were found out.

But his voyeuristic lust soon got the better of him and he peeked out through the narrow crack in the door.

And there she was!

Facing him now, her outstretched wrists still shackled, but her long lithe legs now free. Squinting out of the darkness Yorg could see fresh streaks of scarlet on Szenia’s thighs and belly and breasts.

Lord Ruug had wasted no time in venting his fury.

The tyrant stood to one side of his beautiful captive with his back to the hidden passageway, his powerful hand opening and closing on the handle of a whip.

Ruug said something which Yorg could not hear, but the look of disgust on Szenia's face made plain his meaning. Szenia shook her head from side to side as she answered him. Angered, the great Lord drew the whip back and lashed Szenia full across her superb breasts.

Mesmerized by the site of Szenia’s shuddering pleasure-globes, Yorg groped inside his leggings and freed his thick erection. And there he sat, pleasuring himself, for the next hour while Lord Ruug attempted to tame the fiery princess with his whip and his cruel hands. It was all the little man could do not to climax each time his master crushed Szenia's breasts in his powerful hands, each time the single-tail snaked its way across her shapely thighs, each time it bit into her rounded lust-globes with its viper's kiss, each time he drove the rigid handle of the whip into her defenseless pussy.

But Yorg managed to contain his lust until Ruug, furious at the blood-smeared princess' continued defiance, liberated his man-spear and drove it into Szenia's moist pussy with savage passion. He took her with such ferocity that the chains trembled.

With Lord Ruug's mighty weapon buried to the hilt in her girlish pussy, Szenia was no longer able to escape his forceful lunges, and the tyrant violated her with all the brutality he could bring to bear.

His passion mounting, Yorg sped up his hand-strokes as the beast with two backs stormed its way toward a violent climax. Lord Ruug came, at last, emitting animalistic growls more savage than are heard in the deepest forests of Chrydonia.

Yorg erupted a moment later, so hypnotized by lust that he did not realize that he was shooting wads of semen far out onto the polished floors of Lord Ruug's grand hallway. But neither master nor slave took notice and the ugly dwarf soon retraced his steps through the passageway and then made his way to his dingy quarters, where he dreamed that night and for many nights to come, of making the full-breasted princess his slave.

CRAACCKK!! "Aaaaghh!" Szenia's body convulsed in pain as Yorg's whip ravaged Szenia's bare belly again.

And now she was his slave, exulted Yorg, his to punish, his to plunder – for at least this one night.

"Well done, my brother!" Vadsyk exulted, as he forced the tip of his cock-head inside Szenia's puckering sphincter. "Make her dance!"

"Oh, she'll dance for you, lad, I'll see to that!" Yorg growled as he swung the whip again.

CRAACKKK!!

"Aaaaaahhh!" After only three blows, Szenia's creamy tummy-flesh was whip-reddened.

As black-bearded Yorg lifted the whip for a fourth stroke, the blonde temptress thrashed around wildly, trying to free her wrists and ankles from the bondage ropes. But the ropes held, and the only beneficiary of her efforts was Vadsyk, who continued to inch his punishing cock deeper into Szenia's rectum, savoring her every frantic movement.

Yorg, who had finished emptying his dwarfish testicles into Szenia's garden of pleasure only moments earlier, felt the first stirrings of re-born lust. He eyed Szenia's superb breasts, so proud, so firm, so naked, so vulnerable. He tightened his grip on the whip and struck again.

CRACCKK!!

The thongs of the whip crashed down onto Szenia's nude breasts, bathing her soft globes in a sea of fire.

"Goddess … spare me … please…." Szenia moaned as the pain surged through her treasures.

"Whip the whore! Whip her!" Vadsyk snarled, plunging his cock still deeper into Szenia's suctioning starfish.

"It will be my pleasure, my brother!" Yorg fixed his eyes on Szenia's taut, tempting nipples and swung the lash again.

CRACCCKKK!!!

The tough strips of leather seemed to wrap themselves around Szenia's upthrust breasts, attacking them from every direction.

"UNNGHHHH!! "FUCK! FUCK!!" Vadsyk drove harder still, pounding into Szenia's defenseless body with piledriver force.

Yorg gave the length of his penis a long, lingering stroke and pressed his body against Szenia's flank. She could feel the heat of his erection against her side.

"How about it, Princess? Give Uncle Yorg a good sucking, and maybe I'll go easy on you."

Szenia's sufferings had inflamed her hatred, at the expense of her judgment. "I'd rather bed with an ape!"

Yorg's scowl darkened. Never pleasant to look at, his features were contorted in a hideous snarl.

"We'll see about that, wench!" he growled as he lashed at Szenia's creamy breasts yet again. He hit her with such force that the leather thongs seemed to imprint themselves into her quivering mounds.

CRACKKK!!!

"Aaaiaahhh!!" Szenia's breasts were on fire. Her nude body tossed from side to side in a desperate attempt to escape the venomous lash.

"ARGGGGGGGGGGHHH!!”

Vadsyk's grunt of lust-pleasure seemed to rise up from some godless cavern in his soul. He tightened his grip on the yielding flesh of Szenia's buttocks and thrust his hips forward again, stretching Szenia's anus with the swollen head of his cock. "Make her jump, my brother! Make her dance!"

"UNGHH! UNGGHH! UNGGHH!!" Szenia gasped as Vadsyk increased the pressure on her rectum.

CRACKKK !! Grinning obscenely Yorg swung the whip again, this time reducing the angle of his overhand motion so that the tails of the whip never rose above his shoulder. Even so the thongs slashed into the vulnerable underslopes of Szenia's luscious love-globes with appalling force.

"Aaaaaahhh! O, goddess … have you deserted me?" Szenia moaned.

"Aye, whore! What goddess would protect a sluttish wench like you?" Yorg's voice dripped with mockery.

The evil dwarf slashed the whip down on the soft flesh of Szenia's ribcage and then, giving her no respite from the pain, he blistered Szenia's proud-nippled love-gourds yet again.

Having whipped Szenia's breasts to a rosy redness, Yorg forced the whip handle endwise into her mouth and reached for her martyred breasts. His pudgy fingers closed on the soft mounds and he grunted with pleasure as he felt their whip-ravaged warmth.

"Fuck her! Fuck her!! Split her in half!!" he encouraged his hatchet-faced half-brother.

Vadsyk needed little encouragement. He redoubled his cock-pressure, challenging the elasticity of Szenia's anal ring with his grotesque dwarf-cock.

"Nnnngghhh!! Nnnnnghh!!" Szenia gasped in pain. Yorg was attacking her breasts with his punishing fingers even as his brother screwed his monstrous phallus into her nether passage. "Ohhhhhh, it hurts!"

"Shut up, slut!!" Vadsyk's swollen member was ready to explode, but still he drove harder, punishing Szenia's delicate sphincter with thrust after vicious thrust. The depth of his lunges was deeper now, with two-thirds of his pillaging cockstaff swallowed by Szenia's clutching, convulsing netherhole.

Meanwhile Yorg had swung a short fat leg over Szenia's low-slung midsection, straddling her imperiously like a miniature Colossus of Rhodes. He licked his thick lips as he stared down at Szenia's perspiration-soaked pleasure-mounds, now charmingly crisscrossed with crimson.

WHAPP! The evil little man gave Szenia's left breast a stinging slap. Yorg was in exceedingly good spirits.

Reveling in his mastery of the voluptuous young princess, he smacked the same breast again. SPANKKK!! Yorg grinned obscenely, enjoying the sweet sensation of his masculine hand making solid contact with Szenia's soft, sensitive breast-flesh. SPANKK!!!

Yorg felt his cock surge to life again as he placed his thumbs on Szenia's pink-brownish nipples and crushed them into her breasts. Szenia gasped with pain, but the dwarf did not relent, maintaining his ghastly grip for a good thirty seconds, while Szenia tried futilely to escape the punishing pressure.

SMACKK! The black-bearded villain left-handed her right breast. The ugly dwarf stroked his thick penis until Szenia's jiggling tit-globes came to rest and then he struck again.

SMACKK! He cross-handed Szenia's right breast, aiming at her defiantly erect nipple and flattening the tender bud with yet another vicious blow.

SMACCKK!! Vadsyk's view was screened by Yorg's broad back, but the intoxicating sound of his brother's palms slapping Szenia's tit-flesh inspired him to new efforts. Gouging his nails into Szenia's buttocks he squared his hips and rammed his dwarf-cock even deeper into Szenia's beleaguered rectum while the sonorous slaps continued.

SPANK!! Drool began to spill out of the corners of Yorg's mouth as he worked on Szenia's throbbing pain-globes.

SMACKK!! Another side-arm blow that propelled Szenia's left breast into its close-set twin.

"Aaiiaaa!" Szenia moaned. She would never have believed that the pudgy little man could strike with such force, such fury. "O! Goddess! Save me!"

SMACKK! Yorg's sweeping backhand punished her left breast.

"ARGGHHH!!!" Vadsyk's thunderous grunt betrayed that the fact that he had forced the last inch of his battering-cock into the blonde's princess's defenseless nether passage.

Deciding to alter his attack, Yorg seized Szenia's delectable right nipple in the fat fingers of his left hand. He could hear his brother's lust-laden testicles slapping loudly against Szenia's naked flesh as he ground her nipple between his fingertips.

"What about it, whore? Are you going to suck me?" Yorg raged, inching forward above Szenia's nude body and bending down to offer his meaty phallus to the tortured blonde.

"Aye, I'll suck you, pig!" the intrepid princess spat at him. "When swine and dwarfs can fly!"

"Cunt!! Yorg squatted down and pressed his ugly genitals against Szenia's mouth, but still she refused him.

"She needs more punishment, my brother," Vadsyk grunted as he worked his man-piston in Szenia's churning bowels.

"Aye! And she shall have it!" Yorg bent to pick up the whip he had discarded earlier, but he only had time to deliver one lightning-like stroke across Szenia's ripe-nippled breasts before Vadsyk let out a lusty roar. The hatchet-faced little man's pelvis bucked against Szenia's crotch furiously as he flooded her rectal canal with his foul dwarf-scum for what seemed to Szenia an eternity.

When he was done, he withdrew his dripping penis from Szenia's asshole with a telltale pop and, breathing heavily, strode around to her face.

"Lick it, whore! Lick it clean!" he commanded, grabbing a handful of her silky tresses and turning her face toward his repulsively slimy penis.

Szenia thrashed furiously in her bonds, and refused to take him into her mouth, but could not prevent her horrid tormentor from wiping his putrid prick against her lips and cheeks and chin.

"She's a stubborn wench, ain't she?" Yorg grinned as he brought the whip crashing down on Szenia's pain-wracked breasts yet again….

CRAACCKK!!!