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The Inquisitor ran his fingers over the naked form stretched over the rack. The girl had originally been quite silent. She’d refused to deny or affirm her dealings with the devil, now that her arms and legs were stretched to it to the point of pain but not necessarily breaking, she’d found her voice, begging him to stop but still unwilling to answer his questions.

She was certainly the devil’s plaything. He could see the bumps forming as he stroked her sensitive flesh. When he’d cropped her stomach, she’d moaned instead of screaming. The whore. When he’d teased her with his fingers she’d been unable to contain herself. For weeks now he’d brought her to the point of climax but never allowed her to come.

“Are you in league with the devil? Have you signed his contract with your blood? Have you conferred with his demons?”

With each question came the stroke of the whip. The girl screamed and cried, but confessed not.

He sighed and pulled from his chest of torture a carved instrument. Without warning he shoved it into her, causing her to cry out, both in pain and pleasure. As he continued to assault her with it, he rained his questions on her again.

“Have you consorted with the devil, woman?”

She groaned and whimpered as he brought her higher and higher, all the while slowly turning the wheel of the rack. “Please. Please!”

The inquisitor grinned as he stopped just as he could see she was on the edge. “What? No, no please finish it! Please!”

“You slut! You devil’s whore!”

“Yes! Yes I am, please!”

He stopped as he saw the realization on her face. “No. No I didn’t mean that I just...” Her sobs moved her whole body and she whimpered as he unbuttoned his pants.

“Say it my dear...say it and I’ll finish you. I’ll bring you your release.”

The girl whined as he positioned himself over her. “I am...I’m a witch! Please just end it!”

“Say you have consorted with the devil.”

“I- I-“ He pressed his member against her “I have! I have!”

With that he pushed inside her, riding her as she fell over the edge, her arms nearly snapping at the strain.

As he climbed off of her, he patted her head. “I’ll pretend you didn’t say that, young woman. I believe you can stand to answer a few more questions.”

As the inquisitor closed the heavy wooden door he smiled, knowing he would hear her screams at least for a few more weeks to come.

Description
The Inquisitor ran his fingers over the naked form stretched over the rack. The girl had originally been quite silent. She’d refused to deny or affirm her dealings with the devil, now that her arms and legs were stretched to it to the point of pain but not necessarily breaking, she’d found her voice, begging him to stop but still unwilling to answer his questions.

She was certainly the devil’s plaything. He could see the bumps forming as he stroked her sensitive flesh. When he’d cropped her stomach, she’d moaned instead of screaming. The whore. When he’d teased her with his fingers she’d been unable to contain herself. For weeks now he’d brought her to the point of climax but never allowed her to come.

“Are you in league with the devil? Have you signed his contract with your blood? Have you conferred with his demons?”

With each question came the stroke of the whip. The girl screamed and cried, but confessed not.

He sighed and pulled from his chest of torture a carved instrument. Without warning he shoved it into her, causing her to cry out, both in pain and pleasure. As he continued to assault her with it, he rained his questions on her again.

“Have you consorted with the devil, woman?”

She groaned and whimpered as he brought her higher and higher, all the while slowly turning the wheel of the rack. “Please. Please!”

The inquisitor grinned as he stopped just as he could see she was on the edge. “What? No, no please finish it! Please!”

“You slut! You devil’s whore!”

“Yes! Yes I am, please!”

He stopped as he saw the realization on her face. “No. No I didn’t mean that I just...” Her sobs moved her whole body and she whimpered as he unbuttoned his pants.

“Say it my dear...say it and I’ll finish you. I’ll bring you your release.”

The girl whined as he positioned himself over her. “I am...I’m a witch! Please just end it!”

“Say you have consorted with the devil.”

“I- I-“ He pressed his member against her “I have! I have!”

With that he pushed inside her, riding her as she fell over the edge, her arms nearly snapping at the strain.

As he climbed off of her, he patted her head. “I’ll pretend you didn’t say that, young woman. I believe you can stand to answer a few more questions.”

As the inquisitor closed the heavy wooden door he smiled, knowing he would hear her screams at least for a few more weeks to come.