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Chapter 4 – Cellar Dweller
The torches flickered, casting tenebrous shadows on the stone walls of the dank subterranean chamber. The raw screams, broken sobs and hysterical pleadings of the damned echoed off the cold walls of the inquisition dungeon with bone-chilling clarity.
A rich musk of piss, shit, blood, sweat and sex infused the nostrils of the fat priest as he inhaled deeply. He smiled benignly at the upturned face staring up at him from behind the grating set in the floor. The tiny oubliette was only two feet deep, four feet long and three feet wide covered by a heavy iron grating locked down on its hapless inhabitant.
"Bless you, child, for you have sinned badly in the eyes of the Lord."
From the oubliette, a scared female voice answered contritely.
"Forgive me, father."
The fair Sabila was lying naked on her back with her legs spread, her parted knees pressed tightly against the rough iron grating, framing her cunt and tits beautifully, a pinned butterfly on display. Sabila, the barmaid who had mocked him the night before, was a mightily shaken bitch. Queen of the bar-room putdown, her remark about the fat-faced frocked fuckhead had been carefully noted by the Inquisitor who had been travelling in a normal monk's robes with none of the insignia of the Inquisition upon him.
He lifted his robes and peed into her flinching smirky-bitch face, directing a long hard beer piss that he had been saving up just for her. She gasped and squirmed as, his thick dick in hand, he played the dark yellow stream over her features. A heavy drinker with a large bladder capacity, he gave her tits a quick spray, directing his strong-smelling urine back and forth over her big pink nipples. Sabila opened her mouth to suck in air and he instantly squirted some over her tongue to give her a taste before it splattered down her open throat.
Her big breasts quivered liquidly as Sabila choked and sputtered.
The sound of her mother's shrill shrieks heard earlier still echoed in her ears. Horrified at what she had brought down on her family with her big fat mouth, Sabila was deep in the throes of a monstrous mental meltdown. Not that the tart-tongued trollop was currently on speaking terms with her mother, but there was a world of difference between an on-going family squabble and being responsible for putting your own mother in soul-searing agony, screaming her lungs out in a torture chamber.
The portly priest smiled down at her. Squatting, he wormed a chubby finger into Sabila's lewdly exposed fuckhole.
"There's no rush for you to confess, Sabila. This 'fat-faced frocked fuckhead' has to get your mother's confession before I get around to you."
Sabila was panic-stricken. After being seized by hooded men in the night, forced to strip naked, stuffed in a tiny cage, finger-raped, pissed on and having heard her mother scream, her storm-tossed mind was churning wildly.
"I confess! My mother has nothing to do with it! I swear! We aren't even on speaking terms!"
Deceptively, the wily priest showed only the mildest interest.
"What exactly are you confessing to, my dear?"
Poor brain-fried Sabila looked confused.
"Witchcraft, what else?"
"You confess to being a witch then?"
"Yes! Yes! It's only me that's a witch. Just leave my mother alone!"
The fat priest looked smug. He was always amazed and delighted at what sweating, frantic females would say and do.
"Actually, you and your mother were only brought here for disrespecting the Holy Inquisition. A bit of detention and a few Hail Mary's would have served to teach you both some much-needed respect. Now we have to examine each of you much more closely. We'll have to bring in your aunt Maria as well."
Sabila was horrified. The fat priest looked thoughtful.
"Witches, eh?"
"No! No! I only said it to free my mother!"
The chubby priest looked at her cunningly, withdrew his questing digits from her cunt and wormed a fat fuck finger into her rectum.
"I wonder what your mother has to say about this new development? We must question her with painstaking thoroughness!"
"No! No! It's all a stupid mistake! It's me you want! I'm the one with the big, fat, stupid mouth!"
The fat priest looked at her earnestly as he pulled his finger out of her nether regions. He stroked her cuntlips and patted her bare buttocks reassuringly.
"Don't worry, my dear. We'll get around to you, but your mother was about to leave. I must hurry to make sure that this evil witch doesn't escape!"
As the fat priest hurried off, he heard Sabila's despairing cries fade behind him.
"NOOOO! NOOOooo! noooooo…!"
He caught up with Sabila's mother just before she left.
"Belinda! Could I ask one more little favour?"
Big busty Belinda gave him a knowing smirk.
"What would ye like, Father Carlos? More of ye olde in-and-out?"
Father Carlos smiled at her winningly.
"I'd like that a lot! Nobody does it like you do!"
"You rogue! I bet you say that to all the damsels!"
"Only to the fairest ones!"
Belinda gave a lusty chortle. She hoisted her skirts and the priest hoisted his robe revealing his rock-hard boner. Belinda grasped it in her strong fingers and milked it skilfully. She grunted in lewd satisfaction as she wrapped her legs around his hips and guided his pocket rocket into her socket.
"Sweating the bitches sure makes you a horny devil!"
Thinking excitedly of her naked helpless daughter, he pumped lustily as he stood, carrying her full weight, his hips thrusting mightily into the winsome wench's warm wet willy warmer. As he emptied his seed into her, he sighed in satisfaction.
"I have one more teensy-weensy favour!"
She looked at him in wonder.
"Again? So soon!"
He chuckled crudely.
"No! No! I'm not that much of a stallion! I want you to exercise your vocal skills."
Belinda smirked slyly.
"You have some new witches to sweat?"
He smiled.
"Exactly! Just stand at the doorway to the dungeon and curdle their blood! Your screams during our previous carnal exercise were most inspirational. One of the bitches confessed to witchcraft right afterwards just on the basis of that alone!"
Belinda was scathingly contemptuous.
"Stupid cunt! Make her scream extra long and hard to teach her a lesson."
Father Carlos chuckled warmly.
"Excellent suggestion!"
They both giggled. Father Carlos was encouraging.
"Let's see how many more you can get to confess with your next effort!"
Belinda, blissfully ignorant of her daughter's plight, sniggered.
"My pleasure!"
They went down the stone steps to the bowels of the castle. They stopped by the heavy studded door, the gateway to a smoky, torchlit hell of groaning, sobbing victims, Belinda gave him a coy wink and emitted an ear-piercing shriek directed down to horrified ears in the dark dank depths. The background groaning and sobbing stopped abruptly, giving way to a terrified silence as busty Belinda inflated her ample torso and began a virtuoso vocal performance.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
She took a deep breath.
"NO! NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!"
"PLEASE, NOT THERE!!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"GOD! GOD! I CAN'T STAND THE PAIN!!!!!!!!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
She shrieked and pleaded hoarsely on and on, her cries, sobs and pleadings echoing eerily off the cavernous stone walls.
"NOT THE BREASTS!!!! PLEEEEEAAAAASE NOOOOO!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
A skilful actress, she added a whole new depth of horror to her voice.
"NOT BETWEEN THE LEGS!!!!!!!! NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
She shrieked ever more piercingly, skilfully milking the dying echoes.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
"AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…"
They listened to the last of her hideous screeches echo into nothingness in the deep, dark, dread-filled bowels of the castle's dungeon. Belinda loved hanging out with the bad boys. She smirked smugly at the priest.
"There! That should give the stupid sluts something to think about!"
Father Carlos nodded as he escorted her back up from the depths of the castle.
"You do superb work!"
"Tell that to my daughter if you see her. Snotty little minx won't even talk to me! Ran off to stay with my sister, Maria. She's a stuck-up, hoity-toity snotnose, too. They deserve each other!"
"I'll do that very thing!"
He held the door open for her politely, aping the manners of a gentleman.
"A shame you have to go on such a long trip. I'll miss you."
She snorted cynically.
"You have a whole dungeon full of hot cunts to keep you warm while I'm away."
The big priest looked at her like a love-struck puppy.
"But while I'm humping them, I'll be thinking of you!"
Delighted, she gave him a playful shove.
"Get off with ye, ye olde rogue!"
"I bet you say that to all ye olde rogues!"
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