JD & LL proudly present: the Cold and the Brave

[LLL]

My banquet is a cage (III)

As a final touch, they locked her wrists to the sides of the cage. Then, after some groping and squeezing of her tits, they left Merida, and went to attend the banquet.
While the first course was being served and the various meats and fish being roasted, Merida's cage was pulled up, to about twice the height of an average man. Delicious odors drifted up to torment the hungry girl. Sometimes a bone was thrown up to her, but most missed. Although, the few that landed inside the cage attracted even more flies and bugs, who were constantly driving her mad. At one time a fly crawled inside her right nostril. Unable to even shake her head, Merida tried not to panic at the sudden halving of the air available to her. Fortunately, the insect lost interest and moved away. Now and then one of the buffoons below thought it funny to walk over and raise a torch under her cage. Luckily, they were too attracted to the meal to keep the torch high enough, and long enough, to make the metal truly hot.

While evening gave way to night, the banquet went on for hours. Then the baron lifted his cup, and said: "everyone, please, enjoy one last sip of wine. Then I wish you a good night. As for me and our special guest, we will now move inside, to have another party. Of a more private nature".

[LLL]

Knocking at Your Back Door (I)

The cage was lowered, and Merida was released. She had been standing there, immobilized and tormented by hunger and flies, for almost three hours. More than once a lancinating cramp had caused her pains that were rather short lived, but intense enough to make her wish she was dead. Especially the oral dildo had ravaged her jaw muscles. When she finally was relieved of both this one and the vaginal one, and then taken out of the cage, her leg muscles gave out and she crumbled to the ground, to the great amusement of the baron and those select few of his retinue he had not ordered away.

Merida was half carried, half dragged to a stairway going down. Then through a series of corridors, and again down another stairway. Finally, through an iron gate in a wide, cold room. In the dim light of a few torches, she could make out some frightening apparatuses, and realized this was the torture chamber.

She must have given away her shock, because the baron said: “Yes indeed, my dear. This is the place where the magic happens. Where the mute learns to talk, and the proud to beg. But do not worry, you will not be enjoying those machines tonight. First of all, we play by the rules. You will have a process. A fair process, indeed. Only after that will you be tortured, ah ah. What’s more, we are all too tired to use all those complex mechanisms on you right now. But not too tired to make a happy ending of this marvelous day! Prepare her, men!”

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Knocking at Your Back Door (II)

Merida was thus taken to a heavy wooden pillory. Her neck and wrists were locked forcing her to bend low. Then her ankles were locked, forcing her legs wide apart.

“My friends” said the baron “you know I like to share with you. But of course, I’ll explore this uncharted territory first hand, to make sure no dangers await!”

Having said so, he rammed his dick unceremoniously into Merida’s ass. She had noticed he was clearly inebriated by the copious wine he had enjoyed, but any hope he might be too drunk to achieve an erection was wiped away. While not a virgin, Merida had never even dreamed about permitting someone to use her this way. At least, he did not last long. In less than a minute she felt his sperm being released into her anus.
The baron pulled out, and, moving to the front of the stocks, said “and now, you filthy whore, you’ll use that tongue of yours to clean me up!”

[frog]

My banquet is a cage (III)

The small details, like the fly in the nostril, keep ones attention. As usual, JD's use of perspective is very good.

[wulf]

Wonderfully written, and beautifully illustrated. A very enjoyable tale of misfortune befalling a helpless girl... just the way we like it.

Looking forward to the next parts.

[LLL]

Knocking at Your Back Door (III)



While he was about to shove his prick into Merida’s mouth, however, he was firmly pulled back by Gareth, the woodsman-torturer. “My Lord, I don’t think that would be wise. The wench knows she’s in for a day much worse than the one she already suffered, so she got nothing to lose. And I don’t believe she is tamed already. Would you really risk putting your manhood between her teeth?”



“Hmmm… you could be right. I should have her teeth pulled out. But there is still time for that in the days to come, I guess”. Having said so, the baron turned again towards Merida’s rear, and wiped his now flaccid member on her buttocks. “All right, she’s yours to enjoy now” he said.



All four the men accompanying him took their turn abusing Merida. Some took her the way the baron had done, others preferred her cunt. Most took her more than once. Of course, so did the baron himself. Through all this she tried to keep as still and impassible as possible, trying to be elsewhere with her mind.



She must have somehow succeeded, because when they had all taken their pleasure with her, the baron said: “a very nice lass and a great fuck. But not very responsive. Let’s make sure she’ll give us a warmer welcome next time!”



“Right you are, my Lord” replied Gareth. After all, it’s poor hospitality leaving a lady in the dark at night”. Having said so, he lighted a candle, and placed it a little more than a foot below Merida’s genitals. Laughing, the rowdy band left her in the half darkness.



The flame of the candle was too small and too far away to burn her quickly, but at length still became very painful. Merida realized she would have to almost constantly move those precious few inches her restraints allowed her to keep the small but dreadful flame from licking at length at the same spot of her skin. She thought about knocking the candle over with her ass, but an attempt made her realize she could not lower herself nearly enough, the only result for her struggling a burn on her perineum, courtesy of a few moments spent closer to the flame.

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Temptation

After a time that seemed endless to Merida, but was probably not more than one hour, she heard soft footsteps approaching. A rescuer? Or more torments to come?

When her visitor got in front of her, she saw it was a prelate.

“Child” he said “I see they have trussed you up for the night and treated you roughly. I am father Anoures, one of the two priests of the castle”.
“A pleasure to meet you” croaked Merida. “Excuse me if I cannot greet you more properly. Did you come to help me escape?”.
“Escape? Oh no, my child. I came here to have a first look at you, given that tomorrow you will stand accused not just of poaching and espionage, but of witchcraft and demon worshiping! Especially I come to give you some sound advice: confess! Spare yourself useless suffering!”
“But I am innocent! INNOCENT, damn you!”

“Such language…of course, you would proclaim your innocence. You may even sincerely believe so. But you WILL confess. Look at that apparatus in front of you. You know what it is? It is called a rack. Upon it, they can literally tear your body apart an inch at a time, destroying your tendons one by one. I heard in London there’s a real virtuoso with the rack, named Justinus Dolittle, who can keep a man alive for days, every hour stretching him a little further… We have no such artists here, but rest assured, whatever you suffered today will pale to nothing after five minutes upon the rack”.
“I… am innocent” Merida said, unable to keep a quiver out of her voice.

“And that’s only one of the many things they can use on you here. Pulleys to dislocate your shoulders. Whips and knives to rip your flesh to shreds. Irons to burn you. Vices to crush your bones. The wooden horse to torment your sex. Ah, and the pear… I could describe that one to you. But I see I’m wasting my time. You made up your mind. Well, before I go, you know what’s the best part of our Christian religion?”
“Not doing upon others what you do not want done upon yourself?” ventured Merida.
“Nah. Confession. You can sin, and then get absolution. And, I fear, I am about to sin…”
Having said so, father Anoures moved behind Merida. At least, she thought, he’s moved away the damn candle. Maybe he’ll forget to place it back.

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You’ll never walk alone

Indeed, Anoures did not replace the candle, after having quickly emptied his balls into Merida. If it was a small act of compassion, a way to get in the mood for confession and forgiveness, or a mere oversight, Merida could not tell. Nor did she overly care.

What mattered was that, without the little flame to lick at her privates, she could relax some. Sleep was unattainable in her position, but at least she could let her mind drift, trying not to think about the rack, which outline she vaguely saw before her, and the other devices in the room.

A little after sunrise she was awakened from a slumber by some guards coming to escort her. She was released from the pillory and the chain ankles, given a little stale bread to eat, a can of foul water to drink and another one to clean herself up a bit. No clothes were offered, however.

The one in charge of the small squad then ordered her to cross her wrists. He proceeded to tie them tightly, leaving a length of rope, which he then handed to one of the soldiers. This way, Merida was lead through the corridors, up some stairs, down some other, every one along the way ogling her nudity…

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Trial and horror

At last, she was taken inside a large room, richly decorated. A lot of people stood to the left and to the right, while before her an elevated platform hosted three men in ecclesiastical robes. She recognized Anoures as the one seated to the right. Also present was a secretary, ready to write down what would be said.

Merida was ordered to stand in the center of the room. The central cleric, dressed in a different color from the other two, opened the proceedings.

“We are here today to examine the accusations made against this young woman, of unknown origin and name, but presumably Scottish judging by her accent, or so I’m told. I am brother Iucundus, from the nearby monastery. I am, as many of you know, an experienced inquisitor and exorcist. To my sides are father Wulfranius from the local village church, and father Anoures from the castle’s church. The other castle priest, the old Ludovicus, is missing. I hereby invite the Lord of the castle to state his case”.

“Father” said the baron “yesterday I and a few of my most loyal men went into the forest to hunt, as is the privilege of nobility. There we found this wench, asleep, and the remains of a hare she had likely roasted and eaten the evening before. A hare she claimed, when we woke her up, to have shot at dusk, with a single arrow! Clearly, she was either lying, or blatantly flaunting an act of sorcery. We reminded her that poaching is punished by hanging, and invited her to follow us to the castle. At that point she made the ridiculous claim of being the daughter of King Fergus of Scotland, and heir to the throne…”

“I AM his daughter! I am Merida of Scotland, you idiot! I…”

“SILENCE!!” Merida was interrupted by inquisitor Iucundus’s scream and, a bit more drastically, by the soldier who, from his position behind her, had quickly jumped to her front and slapped her hard, backhanding on the return swing.

“As you can see, she persists in idiocy and perjury” resumed the baron. “When we tried to apprehend her, she started evoking demons! She uttered incomprehensible words, their foulness beyond imagination! We had to gag her, for our own protection. Once here, we let her partake in a meal and…”

“This is outrageous!” Merida interrupted again. “I was abused! They raped me! That very one sitting aside you raped me tonight!”

“ENOUGH!” roared the inquisitor “baron, provide for this creature to keep silent!”

“With pleasure, father. This time you will not get off so lightly, with a mere wooden stick between your teeth. Fetch the scold’s bridle!”

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The silence of the lamb

A servant brought in the device, and it was forced upon a vainly struggling Merida. It was basically a cage covering her entire head, leaving only the eyes and nostrils exposed. A metal bar protruded to the inside, ending in two sharp points, like a fork. Through some screws this was forced into her mouth. While flat, and thus not filling her mouth or forcing it open like the phallus shaped device she had endured inside the cage the evening before, this apparatus silenced her even more efficiently, as it pierced her tongue, keeping it down. She could taste blood inside her mouth.

“So…” resumed the inquisitor “anything to add, baron?”

“Yes, father. As you know I could have this woman on the gallows just for poaching. But the whole charade of being a princess, with preternatural skills at archery… I can only imagine she’s either a cunning spy, or a witch practicing demon worship and evocation. I demand permission by the church to do what’s necessary to get to the bottom of the affair”.

“And you, young lady? What do you say” asked Iucundus.

“On your knees when spoken to!” shouted the soldier behind her. Merida couldn’t believe what a farce this all was. They were asking her to speak, minutes after having gagged her! At least she would remain standing and…
A sharp pain erupted behind her right knee where the soldier had struck her with the flat of his sword. A similar blow almost immediately followed on her left. She found herself falling on her knees. The impact made the fork pierce her tongue a lot deeper, and now blood flowed copiously. She would have screamed, but all that came out was a muffled moan.

“She’s learning proper behavior” said the baron. “But as all can hear, she does not deny the accusations”.
Among laughter from the crowd, the Inquisitor called for silence.

“There are indeed ample grounds to the suspicion of witchcraft and demon worshiping. I, in name of the Holy Church, entrust this woman, this lamb gone astray, to the secular authority. I recommend the use of ordinary AND extraordinary torture in her questioning, to ensure she gives a full and sincere confession”.