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Chapter 3 - Payback
Young Ricardo had laboured mightily between her eagerly parted thighs and then surreptitiously crept back to his father's castle. All fucked out, Grand Duchess Isabella was sleeping soundly on her fine down mattress when the Inquisitors burst in. She sat up in bed, her nightgown bunched around her waist. Safely hidden under the sheets, her bare rump accidentally slid onto the cold slimy wet spot. She rubbed her eyes groggily. A brief glance at the intruders snapped her fully awake.
"What is the meaning of this? Leave my bedroom at once!"
She raised her voice in outrage.
"Where are my guards?"
Her crystal clear, upper crust enunciation reflected the haughtiest disdain and scandalized indignity as she fastened her gimlet gaze on Lord Escobar.
"What is the meaning of this impudence, Lord Escobar?"
He deliberately avoided using any of her many titles when he addressed her.
"Isabella, your guards let us in because we are on God's business authorized by the King himself in full co-operation with the Holy Inquisition. You have been charged with witchcraft. Our deeply religious King is horrified. The Inquisitors are here to ascertain the truth of the matter."
She narrowed her eyes to slits, glaring coldly at Lord Escobar. She threw her head back and tossed her long black hair contemptuously. A cockroach in her soup would have received a more loving reception.
Curling her lip in utter loathing, she spoke very pointedly to her spurned suitor.
"And what are you doing here, Lord Escobar?"
Lord Escobar's cool reply jolted her.
"I have been appointed by His Majesty, the King, to make sure that, as a highborn member of the nobility, you are handled with the greatest respect until your guilt is ascertained."
Isabella looked at him, stunned. Her spurned suitor was now her only protector in a room of hard-eyed muscleheads? Their hoods only masked the top half of their faces. Their feral grins were deeply disturbing and touched an ominous chord of fear deep in her soul. Lord Escobar gestured indolently at the hooded beefcakes in black who surrounded him.
"I'll have to ask you to strip for the gentlemen."
Isabella's jet black eyes bored into Lord Escobar.
"What!!! This is your idea of handling me with the greatest respect?"
To degrade and humiliate a man, he is seized and forcibly stripped. To degrade and humiliate a woman, you force her to strip herself naked in front of everyone. A man who understood these fine nuances, Lord Escobar coughed delicately.
"Ordinarily, these men would grip you firmly and rip the clothes from your body. The King expects your full and complete co-operation in this unpleasant matter. If you choose to resist, the King has said that he will regard this as a sign of your guilt and has authorized these men to treat you as they would the lowliest peasant."
Isabella wasn't giving up.
"This is outrageous! Who is my accuser?"
Lord Escobar was enjoying himself hugely. Verbal fencing always delighted his courtier's heart. His alternately wheedling and acid tongue was a more formidable weapon than any sword.
"You must understand that your accuser's name cannot be revealed to you until your innocence is proven beyond doubt. If you are a witch, you could lay a curse on him or her."
Isabella huffed and puffed, seething with scandalized indignation.
"It is not fair to be accused by a nameless coward! How can the King or the Church permit it?"
A touch of steel entered Lord Escobar's voice.
"I can say this much: your accuser must have credibility or the King would not permit it nor would the Holy Church sanction these proceedings. Furthermore, I do not think that taking on Satan's evil minions is coward's work. If you are a consort of the archfiend, a whore to the beast, Satan's Slut, you are a dangerous woman indeed!"
As Isabella sputtered indignantly, the sly courtier adopted a smoothly oleaginous tone of voice that made her skin crawl.
"As your representative in this matter, I suggest complete co-operation as the King has requested. The sooner you get out of bed, stand before us and strip naked so that you may be examined for the blemish that is the mark of the beast, the sooner it will all be over with."
Isabella blanched.
"I demand to see the King!"
Lord Escobar spoke sharply.
"The King, a Christian of deep piety, has no desire to associate with, or be near, any possible witches. He has selected me to run the risks in his stead and to assist these trained professionals in their dreaded task."
Isabella's eyes darted nervously, taking in the heavyset, hooded monsters that backed Lord Escobar. Her voice was starting to sound plaintive, more uncertain, music to Lord Escobar's ears.
"It is indecent, being naked before strangers! Surely it should be a woman who represents me and looks after both my and the King's interests."
Lord Escobar was arrogantly dismissive.
"The dangerous work is always men's work. This is a job that is totally unsuitable for a woman."
Having put her firmly in her place, he changed completely, speaking softly, a sweetly wheedling courtier, his face a mask of sincerity and reasonableness.
"Isabella, these men are trained professionals, blessed by the Holy Church. I am on your side, aghast at the accusations. I am not about to see a fellow member of the nobility abused and humiliated beyond what is strictly necessary. If the accusation is false, just get it over with and visit vengeance on your accuser afterwards. I will assist you in any vengeance when your innocence is proven. After all, I could well be the next victim of such a villain."
Lord Escobar was delighted to see her sulky, resentful acquiescence as the buxom beauty moved under the covers to the side of her large bed, surreptitiously wiping Ricardo's moist sperm from her bum in the process. She smoothed down her nightdress over her thighs, drew back the covers and put a shapely bare foot on the highly polished wooden floor. Nonchalantly she pulled the blankets to cover the telltale wet spot as she slipped from the bed. She stood before them, straight as a candle, big breasts tenting the front of her nightdress. She glared balefully around her, boldly defiant.
"My skin is blemishless!"
She daringly jerked off her nightdress and stood before them, stark naked.
There was a collective sigh from the assembled men. It was moments like this that made being an Inquisitor worthwhile. Lord Escobar coughed delicately.
"And now for the blindfold, to protect everyone from the evil eye."
Isabella snorted contemptuously at the proffered black leather blindfold dangling negligently from Lord Escobar's index finger.
"Ridiculous! Totally absurd!"
She glared witheringly at the assembled men.
"What cowardly ninnies!"
She boldly snatched the blindfold and defiantly buckled it in place.
"Anything else, Lord Escobar?"
With his usual impeccable timing, Father Carlos stepped into the room. The chubby priest slowly inspected the blindfolded beauty from her slavishly brushed and combed long black hair right down to her pretty little toes, lingering appreciatively on the points in between. Isabella's full ripe monster melons, jiggling delectably, her big pink teats, her tightly clenched buttocks, dimpling prettily, her taut flat belly and her long athletic legs, kept modestly together, were well worth lingering on. Her coal black tangle of richly curled pubic hair contrasted strongly with her indeed blemishless milky white skin.
Father Carlos winked jovially at Lord Escobar. Grinning openly now that the bitch was blindfolded, Escobar winked back at him and gleefully continued to prep the haughty beauty for some serious humbling.
"Two more things, Isabella. The first is to put your hands behind your back that they may be bound securely to prevent any mystic manual invocations."
The sniggering men nudged each other and exchanged gloating looks as Isabella obligingly put her wrists together behind her. Isabella grunted as her wrists and elbows were instantly bound tightly together with whipcord, lifting her tits magnificently as she panted indignantly.
"The whoreson who made this complaint against me shall pay dearly!"
Lord Escobar smirked.
"Which brings us neatly to point two. You must be gagged to prevent any curses being uttered. Open wide, Isabella."
"Outrageous!"
Nevertheless, Isabella opened wide. Lord Escobar cupped the back of her pretty head with one hand and, with the other, rammed the penis gag home, burying it deep in her throat. With a hand clamped firmly over her mouth, he held the gag in as she involuntarily deep-throated it. Strong hands buckled it firmly in place. Isabella gagged and choked, eyes watering under the blindfold.
"You would think that the Wicked One's wench would be an old hand at sword swallowing!"
Father Carlos addressed the hooded Scribe who was sitting at the Grand Duchess's desk with quill and parchment to record the proceedings.
"Let the record show that the witch's attempts to utter a curse were successfully thwarted."
Strong hands pulled Isabella's shapely legs apart as her squirming nakedness was sandwiched between Lord Escobar and Father Carlos. Father Carlos lifted his robes and Lord Escobar unbuttoned his pants. Isabella's widespread feet were twisted inwards, pigeon-toed, to prevent her from clenching her buns, thus opening the panting pink-faced beauty for nearly simultaneous vaginal and anal violations.
She squealed frantically as their combined thrusts neatly opened her holes for business and lifted her to the tips of her pretty little toes. Her toes were allowed to turn outwards so that she could clamp down tightly on the anal invader.
"Let the record further show that, once stripped, the widow showed clear evidence of very recent sexual congress both vaginal and anal!"
The hooded men guffawed as the Scribe dipped his quill in the inkwell and dutifully recorded this shameful truth for the King. They impatiently waited their turn at the naked nookie. There was nothing like a good gangbang to loosen up a stuck-up bitch. No sooner had Lord Escobar withdrawn his dripping member than another rigid manrod took its place, spreading her cuntlips wide and probing deeply. Behind her, Father Carlos unplugged and Isabella squealed frantically as another greased dick took his place, stretching her rectum painfully. Each inquisitor had barely unplugged before the next had rammed his rock-hard erection home. Isabella was the squealing squirming white meat in a continuous, hard-humping, team cream sandwich.
Lord Escobar was indulgent as he chatted amiably with the fat priest.
"Give her time. She's definitely not an Anal Annie now, but she has enthusiastic teachers. By the end of the night, she'll be thoroughly tutored in the Art of the Butt Clench."
Father Carlos nodded.
"On the other hand, I like the way her large soft breasts crush up against the chest of the man in front to give it a good scrubbing with those big nipples. I started by a sneak attack from the rear. Perhaps I should try a full frontal assault next."
As he fisted his penis erect, pumping vigorously to prepare it for round two, he addressed the Scribe.
"Scribe! Make a note that her recent sexual congress obviously involved multiple demonic partners, judging from the quantity of spew scandalously dripping down her thighs from both orifices. The witch must be subjected to a rigorous regime of regular vaginal and anal inspections to keep a lookout for any possible signs that she is gravid with the Spawn of Satan."
One of the hooded monsters chewed hard on her nipples, using his large yellow teeth and rasping tongue vigorously. When they were red, erect and throbbing, he rammed his large, rock-hard member into her dripping, quivering quim.
"Scribe! It should be further noted that her teats showed signs of recent suckling. The fecund succubus may have already pupped at least one demonic brood. She's a bitch of a witch! You are to be commended for having spotted her, Lord Escobar."
Despite the brutally invasive distractions, Grand Duchess Isabella heard this revelation of Lord Escobar's perfidiousness. She shrieked her rage futilely into her penis gag, a long ululating wail. She bounced helplessly up and down, holes opened wide by deep delving dicks, crushed nude between hard-humping, but all-too-human demons.
Her throat was sore. Her nipples stung. Her cunt ached. Her rectum burned. Isabella squirmed and writhed, sobbing and snuffling, trapped in her own fiery hell, thinking stupidly that it couldn't get any worse.
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