Chapter 2: The Tribunal
Aleria has a sack over her head as she is lead to a wooden Cart.
She can hear the clack of boots on the damp stone flooring and feel the presence of others.
One figure leaps silently onto the driver's seat in front of the cart. The other figure moves to stand behind Aleria, forcing her to stand as the cart jolts and creaks forward.
They travel roughshod through the dreary dungeon, turning sharply every so often before breaking out into a wide stone corridor. Aleria felt a cold hand grasp her thigh, its fingers tracing their way upwards toward her waist. Getting her arms above her head on the carts roof. She feels cold fingers touch her vagina. "Oh well now, she is a Virgin!" "We are going to be able to have some Real Fun!" A rougher voice says, as the Cart Turns to a different direction.
"Now now, don't get too excited. I still want to taste your flesh before I break you."
Aleria takes a deep breath, feeling the icy grip on her thigh grow tighter, the cold, calloused fingers tracing their way up her legs.
"You don't know who you're playin' with, sweetheart. I've seen countless worlds and I've handled all kinds of situations."
The Cart Come to a halt. Before her eyes was a Platform, with a large, throne-like chair in front of it.
The guards roughly take her manacles to lift her out of the Cart.
She could feel the cool, rough stone floor against her legs, and the dank dungeon air on her body as they forced her to step out. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she inhaled deeply.
" We find you Guilty of the heinous crime of Being Innocent!"
"Off with her Clothes!" the cold voice boomed. Blinding torchlight revealed a Black Haired Zerkad Adjudicator seated high atop a throne, her Iron Mask gleaming menacingly. "The Virginal flesh of an Innocent will taste delightful as my Apprentice tenderizes it for our evening meal."
Panic surged through Aleria's veins. Her attacker approached, hands reaching out and grabbing her clothing, ripping them away with haste. In a moment, she stood bare before the crowd, heart hammering in her chest as if threatening to shatter her ribcage.
"Gag her protests!" As a rough leather ball with holes is brought before her mouth. The Adjudicator casually remarks. As the Gag is secured tightly to her mouth.
The then bring another man and a woman to the whipping post, tightly securing there limbs wide.
" We will be having a Bet on how many whip strikes these can handle!"
There are three other victums on similar whipping posts
"Take her Over There" A cold leather-clad hand grabs roughly at Aleria's forearm. She feels the sting and rough texture of her restraints scrape against her sensitive skin as the guards drag her forward.
Aleria feels every nerve sing in terror and arousal as the Black-Haired Zerkad guard's hands caress her breasts before squeezing them, kneading her tender flesh. Their breath hot and heavy upon her neck, her fear reaches its boiling point.
An Unlucky man is being secured an His Cock is Sexual teased to erection by sadistic female nobles.
They took gleeful turns whipping him while standing around lewdly catcalling.
"Hold steady boy, just a few more!" The Black-haired Zerkad guard jeered, her whip cracking against his bare skin.
Aleria watches helplessly as the man shrieks and writhes in agony. Her own revulsion is twisted deftly by a new flood of heat rushing through her.
As soon as the sounds of his torture fade into the distance, the Adjudicator's Apprentice approaches her.
A cruel smile forms on her lips as she coldly says, "Fear not, helpless captive, tonight you shall taste the true pleasure of the Zerkad Inquisition."
She begins to undress, revealing her muscular, athletic build beneath the garb. A shiver runs down Aleria's spine as she examines the Apprentice's curiosity-piquing tattoos that adorn her chest and arms. As she approaches, she sneers, "Do you know what they say about virgin flesh, my dear?
It needs a bit more seasoning."
With that, the Adjudicator's Apprentice rips away the sack from Aleria's head, her eyes wide in terror as she's greeted by blinding torchlight and a cruel, taunting face before her.
"Well now, look at that. A scared little morsel such as yourself—if I didn't know any better, I might think you need a taste for punishment." She whispers those final words, her breath hot and moist against Aleria's lips, who shudders in disgust.
The leather gag muffles her protests, as the Apprentice rubs a lash on Aleria's Nipple.
Before Aleria has a chance to react, the Apprentice drives a blindfold over her eyes, restricting her vision to a black void that seemed almost comforting compared to the torment she had witnessed.
The Apprentice's lusty hands roamed across Aleria's trembling naked body. Aleria's heart raced, her breath coming in sharp gasps, as the taste of fear mixed with an unfamiliar, potent arousal.
The Apprentice stepped backward, leaving Aleria blind, vulnerable, and lusty before the merciless crowd. She heard the Adjudicator's heavy tread closing in, her heart racing with terror.
"Twelve Silverstone Ducats to see her whipped!" screamed the nearest guard, and the crowd roared its approval. Aleria felt her body convulse in fear, only distantly aware that she herself was now panting with an unbearable mix of desperate terror and anticipation. The Apprentice—the one who would wield the lash—hauled her closer, the sharp metallic tang of leather cutting through the air—until she could feel the cruel instrument rest against her torso and slither across her tensed abdomen, as it whacked clititous. Sending painful pleasures through her taunt body.
The Adjudicator's masked visage leaned in.
"You know it's only a matter of time before you're mine, whore. Now let's give these poor pawns a show and sate their lusty appetites."
The Apprentice flourished the whip in her left hand, brandishing it like a master craftsman. Her right hand snaked around Aleria's waist, pulling her flush against the hard, muscular body of the Adjudicator. They had freed her leather gag, but only to forcibly press her face. Her lips met the sultry, succulent ones of the witch hunter, their tongues clashing greedily and forcibly between crushing lips.
As the unlucky man screamed out his orgasm. The whole audience roared, then fell silent, awaiting the main event.
The Adjudicator coughed, letting his iron masked breath fog up the chamber's air, and drew a sharp whip from his cloak. "Let's see if she's enjoyed everything we've done to her—just spit my erection out of your mouth, apprentice," he growled.
The apprentice moaned as Aleria's mouth left his penis, licking it clean.