Elisabeta, prisoner of the Sultan (Mario Salieris Dracula RENEWED)

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As they led her down the corridor to another cell, she sobbed uncontrollably. What she had just witnessed had been beyond horrific ,and she was petrified now at what would happen to her if she was leftin the power of such brutal men.

But what she saw next was even worse.


At the end of the corridor, the two men stopped at another cell, and dragged her inside.

This one was different from the other ones she had seen. It was a torturechamber. And there were various types of whips and pincers hanging on the wall, along with other instruments of torture. And in the corner of the room was what looked like a large vat of red hot iron. Just looking at it made her shudder.

But what she saw in the middle of the room made her heart almost stop. A man, with a huge stomach, stood there, with a cruel smile on his face. He had a black moustache, and he wore nothing but aloincloth that barely covered his huge, erect penis.

“I am Ronaldo,” he said. “The Sultan’s chief torturer. And you, my queen, now belong to me. Submit to my will, or I will be forced to use some of the instruments in this room on you.”


She couldn’t believe what she was seeing or hearing. How could a man be so cruel to a woman? She had never known men like this existed in the world. She had led a sheltered life in the palace. Her husband, Vlad,had been a kind and gentle man, and had never laid a finger on her.In fact, he had never even seen her naked before they married . He was a devout Christian, and had wanted to wait until their wedding night to consummate their marriage.

But then the war with the Turks had begun, and he had had to leave her to defend their country against them. She had wanted to leave with him,but he had refused to let her come, telling her that it was too dangerous out there for a young woman. And now he was dead, killed by these evil men, who had already tortured and raped her friends.

And now they had her. And she knew what was in store for her.


She was terrified now. Terrified and humiliated that she had been captured and made to endure the indignity of being stripped and dragged to a torture chamber by two rough-looking men.

But what terrified her most of all was what was about to happen to her now. The man was walking towards her.

He grabbed her between her legs, and she screamed, trying to push his hand away, but it was no good. He was too strong for her, and easily overpowered her. Then he slapped her hard in the face.

“Stop fighting me, you little whore,” he told her. “It will be much easier for you if you just submit to me.”

She tried to kick him in the groin, but he easily blocked her blow.


“Stupid girl,” he told her, grabbing her hair and dragging her across the cell to the wall, where he forced her arms and legs apart and chained her to the wall.

Rufus who had brought her to this cell, helped him do this, and soon she was tied with her hands to the ceilingl, and unable to move, as she waited for the next part of her torture.

[LLL]

As they led her down the corridor to another cell, she sobbed uncontrollably. What she had just witnessed had been beyond horrific ,and she was petrified now at what would happen to her if she was leftin the power of such brutal men.

But what she saw next was even worse.


At the end of the corridor, the two men stopped at another cell, and dragged her inside.

This one was different from the other ones she had seen. It was a torturechamber. And there were various types of whips and pincers hanging on the wall, along with other instruments of torture. And in the corner of the room was what looked like a large vat of red hot iron. Just looking at it made her shudder.

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But what she saw in the middle of the room made her heart almost stop. A man, with a huge stomach, stood there, with a cruel smile on his face. He had a black moustache, and he wore nothing but aloincloth that barely covered his huge, erect penis.

“I am Ronaldo,” he said. “The Sultan’s chief torturer. And you, my queen, now belong to me. Submit to my will, or I will be forced to use some of the instruments in this room on you.”


She couldn’t believe what she was seeing or hearing. How could a man be so cruel to a woman? She had never known men like this existed in the world. She had led a sheltered life in the palace. Her husband, Vlad,had been a kind and gentle man, and had never laid a finger on her.In fact, he had never even seen her naked before they married . He was a devout Christian, and had wanted to wait until their wedding night to consummate their marriage.

But then the war with the Turks had begun, and he had had to leave her to defend their country against them. She had wanted to leave with him,but he had refused to let her come, telling her that it was too dangerous out there for a young woman. And now he was dead, killed by these evil men, who had already tortured and raped her friends.

And now they had her. And she knew what was in store for her.


She was terrified now. Terrified and humiliated that she had been captured and made to endure the indignity of being stripped and dragged to a torture chamber by two rough-looking men.

But what terrified her most of all was what was about to happen to her now. The man was walking towards her.

He grabbed her between her legs, and she screamed, trying to push his hand away, but it was no good. He was too strong for her, and easily overpowered her. Then he slapped her hard in the face.

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“Stop fighting me, you little whore,” he told her. “It will be much easier for you if you just submit to me.”

She tried to kick him in the groin, but he easily blocked her blow.


“Stupid girl,” he told her, grabbing her hair and dragging her across the cell to the wall, where he forced her arms and legs apart and chained her to the wall.

Rufus who had brought her to this cell, helped him do this, and soon she was tied with her hands to the ceilingl, and unable to move, as she waited for the next part of her torture.

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Very well done, especially nr.3. Having her stand instead of suspended avoids the usual problem of gravity not being correctly conveyed. Only a minor problem with her right hand which seems to be missing a finger. On a side not, Ron Jeremy makes a great Turkish torturer.

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She was writhing and twisting in her chains now, which only amused the two men, as the burly one slowly approached her. He seemed to be enjoying this, the torture and humiliation of the beautiful young queen. And he wanted to make sure he savoured every moment of it.

She felt his hands on her body first, running over her smooth, soft skin. She tried to twist away from him, but it was no use. Her wrists and ankles were firmly chained to the wall, and she couldn’t move far.

And then she felt his fingers on her left breast. She felt them pinch her nipple, then begin to twist it, causing her to cry out in pain. But that was nothing compared to what was coming.

After a few seconds of twisting and pulling on her nipple, making her cry out and struggle to break free from her bonds, he stopped, and stepped back from her. She hoped that this torture was over now, but deep down she knew it was only just beginning. And she was right.

Next, she felt his big, rough hands massaging her firm breasts. She didn’t want to show these men any weakness, but despite herself, she let out a soft moan. Then he pinched both of her nipples at the same time, causing her to let out another moan.

He played with her nipples for a while, pinching and twisting them, until she was moaning softly and continually under his touch, then he stepped back from her again.

She hoped he was going to stop now, but once again, she was wrong.

The next thing she felt was his hands between her legs. She let out another cry of pain and fear as she felt him grab her labia and pull on it. But he didn’t stop there. Now he was rubbing the sensitive little bud of her clitoris with his finger, and she let out a loud groan. It was the last thing she wanted to do. She wanted to show him that she was a strong woman who wouldn’t give in to her enemy, but it was almost impossible. Every time his finger rubbed against her clitoris, she moaned softly and helplessly.

But this torture was only just beginning.

Now he was using two fingers to rub her clitoris. And he was pinching her labia with his other hand. She was moaning much louder now. She couldn’t hold it back any longer. And she could hear the two men laughing as she moaned and cried out.

Finally, after what seemed like hours to her, he stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief, but as she would soon find out, this was only a brief respite.



He grabbed her hair now, and pulled her head back towards him, his face inches away from hers. Then he kissed her on the lips, roughly and brutally, and she felt his tongue searching her mouth.

This was the first time she had ever been kissed on the lips by a man, other than her husband, and even he had never kissed her like this before, and it revolted her. But she couldn’t do anything to stop it.

The kiss seemed to last forever, and she could do nothing but endure it, as his tongue probed every inch of her mouth.

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He pushed his tongue as deep inside her mouth as it would go, and at first she resisted it, but as soon as he tweaked her nipples, she gave in and submitted to him, allowing his tongue to do as it wished.

Finally, he ended the kiss, and grabbed her hair again, pulling her head back, and exposing her throat to him. She felt his lips on her throat now, kissing and licking her all over, as she moaned helplessly under his touch.

She summoned every ounce of strength she had left, and when his tongue was deep inside her mouth, she bit down hard on it, and he cried out in anger and pulled away from her.

It had been a close call, and he had only just pulled his tongue out of her mouth in time to avoid losing the tip of it. One of her teeth had managed to sink into it, and it was bleeding now.

The two men were laughing about it, though, with Rufus saying, “I think she’s got a bit of spirit, that one. You’re going to have your work cut out for you taming her.” And Ronaldo replying, “I love it. I love a challenge. I’ll tame her, don’t worry about that.” Then, to her: “You’ll pay for that, my dear. I’m going to enjoy punishing you for that.” And with that, he walked back over to the wall, leaving her wondering what he meant by those words, and what he would do to punish her for biting his tongue. She had a feeling it wouldn’t be pleasant. She was right. It wouldn’t be pleasant at all. In fact, it would be the worst thing she had ever endured in her young life so far. It would be more painful and more terrifying than anything she had experienced since these men had captured her, and that was saying something, as she had been through a lot in the past two days.

He took the pliers off the wall now, and walked back to her with them in his hand. As he approached her with the instrument of torture, she felt a cold chill of fear run through her whole body.

She summoned every ounce of strength she had left, and when his tongue was deep inside her mouth, she bit down hard on it, and he cried out in anger and pulled away from her.

It had been a close call, and he had only just pulled his tongue out of her mouth in time to avoid losing the tip of it. One of her teeth had managed to sink into it, and it was bleeding now.

The two men were laughing about it, though, with Rufus saying, “I think she’s got a bit of spirit, that one. You’re going to have your work cut out for you taming her.” And Ronaldo replying, “I love it. I love a challenge. I’ll tame her, don’t worry about that.” Then, to her: “You’ll pay for that, my dear. I’m going to enjoy punishing you for that.” And with that, he walked back over to the wall, leaving her wondering what he meant by those words, and what he would do to punish her for biting his tongue. She had a feeling it wouldn’t be pleasant. She was right. It wouldn’t be pleasant at all. In fact, it would be the worst thing she had ever endured in her young life so far. It would be more painful and more terrifying than anything she had experienced since these men had captured her, and that was saying something, as she had been through a lot in the past two days.

Ronaldo ran his eyes up and down the wall for a moment, seemingly looking for something. “Yes, where are they,” he muttered to himself.

She didn’t know what he meant, but she soon found out.

When he found the small pair of pincers hanging from a hook on the wall, she knew what he intended to do, and cried out “No, please,”

He took the pliers off the wall now, and walked back to her with them in his hand. As he approached her with the instrument of torture, she felt a cold chill of fear run through her whole body.

“I warned you,” he told her. “Now you’re going to find out what happens to girls who try to fight back.”

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Ronaldo stood directly in front of her, a malicious glint in his eyes as he held up the gleaming metal pincers. He opened and closed them a few times, the sharp clinking sound echoing ominously in the stone chamber. Elisabeta’s breath hitched in her throat, her eyes fixed on the cruel instrument. She was trembling uncontrollably, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.



“Please,” she whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks, her bravado from earlier completely shattered by the prospect of the pain to come. “I didn't mean to... I was scared.”

Ronaldo just laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that held no mirth. “Scared? You will learn real fear, little queen. And you will learn obedience.”

His laughter died down, replaced by a cold, hard stare that chilled her to the bone. He reached out with the pliers, the cold metal grazing the sensitive skin of her breast. Elisabeta squeezed her eyes shut, her entire body tensing as she waited for the searing agony of the pincers biting into her flesh.

“Open your eyes,” Ronaldo commanded, his voice low and dangerous. “Watch what is happening to you.”


Terrified of angering him further, she forced her eyes open. He wasn't targeting her breast, though. Slowly, almost teasingly, he moved the pliers downward, past her stomach, until they rested against her most intimate area.

The cold metal of the pincers brushed against the soft, sensitive folds of her sex, and Elisabeta gasped, her eyes widening in sheer terror. She thrashed against her chains, trying to pull her hips away from the cruel instrument, but the iron bonds held her fast, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable to his whims.

"Please," she sobbed, her voice cracking with desperation. "Not there. Have mercy!"

"Mercy is for the weak," Ronaldo sneered, his eyes fixed on her face, clearly relishing her fear. "And you are about to learn just how weak you are

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With a sudden, ruthless movement, Ronaldo opened the jaws of the pliers and clamped them directly onto the delicate flesh of her labia.

Elisabeta’s scream tore through the damp air of the dungeon, raw and agonizing. It was a searing, blinding pain that obliterated all other thoughts, leaving only the sensation of the metal tearing into her most sensitive skin. Her body convulsed violently against the chains, her muscles straining until they threatened to snap, but there was no escape.

Ronaldo didn't stop there. He twisted the pliers cruelly, watching with a sadistic grin as Elisabeta’s face contorted in unbearable agony. Her screams turned into desperate, gasping sobs as he pulled on the instrument, stretching her flesh to the breaking point.

Rufus roared with laughter at the spectacle, his deep voice bouncing off the cold stone walls as he watched the Queen thrash in agony. "Look at her dance, Ronaldo!" he jeered, crossing his thick arms over his chest. "The high and mighty bitch writhing like a worm on a hook."

Ronaldo ignored him for a moment, his eyes fixed intently on Elisabeta’s face, drinking in her suffering. He gave the pliers another vicious twist, drawing a fresh, hoarse scream from her throat that echoed through the dungeon. "I told you that you would pay," he whispered, leaning in close so she could smell his foul breath. "And we have only just begun, my little Queen. I intend to break you piece by piece."

He finally released the pressure of the pliers, but the relief was fleeting. As the metal jaws opened, the sharp edges scraped against her raw, swollen flesh, causing her to sob uncontrollably.

[honorswar26]

Next, the jaws of the pliers will be heated in the brazier of hot coals until red hot themselves then closed onto each of Elisabeta's erect nipples.

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Ronaldo did not stop. With a cruel patience, he continued to torture his captive, repeatedly applying the tongs to her firm breasts. He was an expert in his craft, carefully gauging the pressure he exerted. He pinched and twisted her sensitive nipples again and again, keeping the pain excruciating but stopping just short of breaking the skin. The Sultan had been explicit: he wanted to enjoy Elisabeta in all her unblemished beauty, and Ronaldo knew better than to permanently damage the merchandise that belonged to his master.

Elisabeta’s body was covered in a sheen of cold sweat, her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe through the agony. Every time the metal jaws bit into her tender flesh, a fresh scream tore from her throat, only to dissolve into desperate, ragged sobbing. She prayed for unconsciousness, but the pain kept her horribly awake, forcing her to endure every second of the torment as the two men watched her suffering with sadistic grins.



Ronaldo continued his cruel work, his fingers steady as he squeezed the sensitive nipples and tender breasts of his victim with relentless precision. He seemed to delight in finding new angles to twist the pincers, each movement sending fresh shocks of agony through Elisabeta’s trembling body. Her whimpers had turned into a continuous, keening wail, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Behind her, Rufus stood like a looming shadow, his massive arms crossed over his chest. He laughed all the time, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through the stone chamber. He clearly enjoyed the spectacle, his eyes fixed on the tear-stained face of the queen as she twisted helplessly in her chains, humiliated and broken by the pain inflicted upon her.

“Please, stop... I can’t take anymore,” Elisabeta gasped, her head hanging low as tears dripped onto her chest. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, particularly her breasts, which were throbbing intensely from the torture.



Ronaldo finally stepped back, a satisfied grin on his face as he inspected the angry red marks left by the pincers. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “She is learning, I think,” he said to the giant black man standing behind her. “But we must be sure the lesson sticks. The Sultan was very clear about her attitude.”

Rufus’s laugh died down to a low, menacing chuckle. He walked up to the chained queen, his heavy boots echoing on the stone floor. He reached out a large, rough hand and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her head up so she had to look into his eyes. “You hear that, little one? We are just getting started. You think this is pain? You haven’t felt anything yet.”

Elisabeta’s vision was blurred by tears, but she could feel the heat of Rufus’s body radiating against her back as he kept a firm grip on her hair. The laughter of the two men filled the room, mixing with her ragged breathing.

Finally, Ronaldo closed the tongs around his captive’s firm breasts once again, and pulled them in opposite directions, then back towards himself, making her just scream for mercy.

“Please, stop it,” she begged, but he just ignored her pleas, and continued to use the pincers on her breasts, until they were red and sore.



The way she begged him to stop just made him enjoy what he was doing to her even more.

“That’s nothing,” he responded scornfully to her pleas. “Think of the pain it will give you when I heat the pliers until they’re glowing red. You’ll scream until you haven’t got a voice left.”

The thought of what was coming next horrified her, and she struggled wildly in her chains, but there was no way she could get out of them, and he just laughed at her struggles. Then he took the pliers away from her breasts, and walked to a brazier that was in the corner of the cell. There was a small fire burning in the brazier, and he pushed the ends of the pliers into it,



Then he released her breasts from the pincers, leaving them red and raw. He had made sure that he didn’thurt them too badly, just enough to leave them sore and throbbing for a while, but not enough to leave any permanent damage.

He knew that the sultan would want the girl’s breasts to remain perfect for his own enjoyment.

She was sobbing uncontrollably now, and her beautiful face was wet with tears. And it was now, as he watched her suffer like this, that he decided that he was going to rape her.

But Ronaldo knew there were rules about that. The sultan had ordered that he could only penetrate her orally. Her vagina and anus were to remain untouched, for his use only.

“So, my beautiful one,” he said to her in an almost gentle voice. “I have a suggestion for you. Something that could spare you any further pain, and also give me a great deal of pleasure.”

Elisabeta with trembling voice and tears in her eyes "I will do anything you want, but please stop torturing me"

[Bill8816]

Maybe more painful reactions to the pliers torture. And maybe he could pinch her belly with the pliers. Other than that, it looks great!

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(If I had to choose)


I'm glad to see Ron Jeremy (complete with hairy back) getting some love on the Forum!