Women being tortured in the dungeon

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The air was thick with the stench of decay and rot.

The atmosphere in the dungeon was always so subtle, sometimes filled with ear-piercing screams, sometimes
eerily silent.

In the vast torture chamber, only a huge cross stood in the center of the room, the surrounding space extremely empty because
the instruments of torture had been removed.

Water droplets condensed from the uneven stone walls of the ceiling dripped down, clattering and shattering on the floor, the crisp
sound echoing repeatedly in the room…

A young girl was bound tightly to the cross, her limbs pierced by barbed wire. Her rough
linen clothes had long since turned into tattered strips from the frenzied whipping, and if it weren't for the congealed, blackened
blood clinging to her skin, the strips would have been unable to conceal her battered and
beautiful body.

Before the girl, on a small wooden table covered in bluish mold, a small bottle of milky white liquid emitted
a faint white glow.

In the shadows, the elegantly dressed warden approached the girl with graceful steps. His thick-soled
shoes tapped casually on the stone floor, the soft clatter of his footsteps seeming to pound on the girl's
heart.

The girl was the prey brought back by the witch's hunt.

Prey, and bait.

A week ago there were eleven, five days ago seven, the day before yesterday three, and today, only she remained.

After today, regardless, her soul would return to the embrace of chaos; death was punishment, atonement,
and liberation.

However, the path of atonement was always fraught with thorns, just as the girl's past and the fate to come were.

The warden stood before the girl, extending his long, delicate hand to caress her body, from
her cheek to her collarbone, tracing the alluring curves of her chest even hidden beneath her linen clothes, tracing the soft,
flawless her waist. It was so gentle, like caressing a beloved on the bedside table, like admiring
a porcelain doll that would shatter at the slightest touch.

Suddenly, those perfect hands gripped the girl's hem. With a forceful tug, the hempen clothes unsurprisingly
slipped from her body, taking with them the freshly dried scabs and the unhealed wounds, which were
roughly torn open, the tender flesh exposed to the air, slightly pale, yet strangely without a trace of
blood.

The warden bent down, pressing his handsome face against the girl's lower abdomen, taking a deep breath
, savoring the faint fragrance that had never faded despite her disheveled state. He extended his tongue, like a
kind little beast, gently licking the girl's cracked wounds.

"Medea, your name is Medea, isn't it?"

The warden's voice was as perfect as his appearance.

His voice echoed in the empty torture chamber, but there was no response from the girl for a long time.

A smile played on the warden's lips as he approached the girl's body. His hands encircled her waist,
sliding upwards inch by inch until he grasped her soft, supple breasts.

"Your name is Medea. Whether you admit it or not, it means nothing to me,
but for you, it determines how long this night will be."

The warden's hands began to knead vigorously. He slightly opened his mouth, stood on tiptoe, and gently
bit , his tongue licking and sucking restlessly. Gradually,
a blush spread across the girl's face.

With a seductive moan, the girl slowly opened her eyes,
a : "Why?"

"Why? Yes, why?"

The warden released the girl's breasts, his hands slowly moving towards her lower body.

"Your body is so perfect, your bodies are so perfect, my dear girl. If you hadn't
strayed from the guidance of the great Creator, you would surely be the most precious treasure bestowed upon humanity by heaven!"

"Then, do you desire me?"

The girl's sudden words made the warden tremble. "Of course! My girl, my
…treasure, just looking at you here is enough to set my body ablaze! Your beauty is almost driving me
mad!"

The warden half-squatted before the girl, tilting his head back to meet her gaze.

What perfect eyes! Azure pupils, like the ocean, radiated an alluring luster. Long
eyelashes trembled slightly with her eyelids, highlighting her clear, jewel-like pupils, making them even
more endearing.

"You too, my treasure…"

The girl slightly closed her eyelids, her dreamy eyes appearing even more captivating. She exhaled a soft, weak breath, which,
though weak, still touched the warden's face.

"Since that's the case, in these final moments, use your handsome body to satisfy me."
The girl softly stated her command, but to onlookers
it sounded like a lost little girl's pitiful plea, making it impossible to refuse.

The warden hesitated, his hands trembling uncontrollably, his eyes
oscillating between clarity and confusion as he gazed at the alluring body before him.

"What are you still hesitating about? Don't you want my body? Or perhaps you'd like some foreplay first
?"

The girl laboriously spread her legs, revealing the barely visible secrets of her lush forest to the warden
. This movement caused the wires on her legs to slip slightly into her wounds, the excruciating pain causing her to gasp
softly , an unnatural flush rising to her delicate face.

"You... really, don't you want to taste... my sweet nectar?"

The girl's fragile appearance shattered all of the warden's defenses. He pounced on the girl like a ravenous beast
, roughly spreading her legs and burying his head between her thighs. He greedily licked her
vulva , the lewd and slightly fishy scent emanating from her nose acting as an aphrodisiac, repeatedly stimulating
his sensitive nerves.

The warden's rough handling caused the girl excruciating pain. She endured the tearing pain in her limbs,
letting out pitiful whimpers like a wounded animal, two lines of clear tears slowly sliding down her tightly closed eyes.

"Oh... please... don't be so rough... I'm in so much pain."

The girl's pleas for mercy did nothing to lessen the warden's actions; instead, they further fueled his uncontrollable
lust. He pried open the girl's vaginal walls, pressing his mouth tightly against hers. His nimble yet powerful tongue
thrust against her clitoris, circling and licking around it like a baby suckling
at .

The girl cried out uncontrollably, her vaginal fluids spraying into the warden's mouth,
flowing down his cheeks and neck.

Swallowing the girl's love juice, the warden gasped and released his grip. He staggered back a few steps,
swaying as he pulled down his trousers. His erect penis swung wildly beneath him, like
a ferocious dragon trapped for a thousand years

, or a lost deer finally stepping into a hunter's trap.

"I never imagined you, with your refined appearance, could possess such a magnificent treasure. I
am truly ... eagerly anticipating it. So, use your proud sword... to tear my body apart."

The girl, who had somehow regained her composure, looked down at the warden, whose mind was clouded by lust.
Her eyes gleamed with undisguised mockery. Her confident expression seemed to suggest that
all panic was merely an act. On one side was a naked yet elegant girl, and
on the other, a beast in heat, dressed in fine clothes but naked from the waist down. The stark contrast, set against the backdrop of the prison,
resembled a bizarre postmodern painting.

The warden, like a walking corpse, staggered towards the girl with his arms outstretched. Just as his fingertips were about to
touch her body, a drop of water hit his nose. The icy touch momentarily brought him back to
his senses.

"No... I can't... Witch..."

"What are you still hesitating for! You're nothing but a pig blinded by lust, quickly offer
everything to me!"

The girl's shouts dispelled the warden's momentary clarity. He scrambled onto the cross binding the girl,
one hand holding his body steady, the other clumsily manipulating his genitals. He aimed his sword at the girl's scabbard and thrust
it in.

"Ugh... You're really something, my body feels completely filled by you... You, ugh
..."

The warden hung on the cross like a monkey, his legs wrapped around the girl's thighs, laboriously twisting
his waist, thrusting in and out of her again and again. The girl was often interrupted by the warden's
brutal .

The empty torture chamber was suddenly
filled with the wet, sticky sounds of flesh colliding and the lewd noises of a man and woman's illicit affair. The girl's moans grew more urgent, and her battered body began to writhe involuntarily.
With a sharp tightening between her legs, the warden's semen gushed forth like a spring into her womb.

"Ah... your essence, so delicious, the burning sensation almost makes me burn!...
But , it's not enough, I'm very greedy, so you must give me more, more..."

Once, twice... the warden's semen poured into the girl's body like a floodgate bursting,
and the girl was like a bottomless pit that could never be filled, no matter how much the warden gave, it was all completely
consumed, unfathomably deep.

Human strength has its limits, and even the warden's strong body gradually could not withstand the girl's endless
exploitation . His clothes were gradually soaked with sweat, and the frequency of his thrusts was no longer the same. An overwhelming
fatigue began to weigh on the warden, making him want to give up.

"No... I can't take it anymore..."

"What are you saying? I've just gotten into the swing of things. You wouldn't be so selfish as to only satisfy
yourself and then want to leave, would you? It would break my heart if you did."

"But... I've already..."

"Enough!"

The girl suddenly leaned down and whispered in the warden's ear, her breath gently caressing his neck.

"You're such a useless piece of trash, but I really love your scent. In that case,
how about I help you?"

It was clearly an insult, yet it was more alluring than sweet talk.

"Help... help me."

"Are you... begging me?"

Sweat streamed down the warden's face, soaking a small patch of the ground beneath the cross after the ordeal
. Each thrust felt like being pulled on a dull knife,
unbearable . His empty lower abdomen ached with waves of pain, and his once-powerful member had long since withered and trembled,
unable to produce anything more. But the girl's pleas compelled him to continue, forcing himself to keep going.

"Please...please help me..."

"Louder! Say you're a useless piece of trash! Please, I'll drain you dry,
give you everything you have!"

"I'm a useless piece of trash! Please, drain me dry! I want to give you everything I have
!"

the warden screamed desperately, his voice trembling with sobs.

*Gurgle, gurgle...*

The girl's vagina suddenly began to pulsate, like a cherry-like mouth, sucking at the warden's
genitals . A strong suction slowly spread throughout his body, as if trying to
draw every last drop of his flesh and blood into the girl's abdomen. Gradually, the warden's penis regained its previous firmness, and his essence
spurted out again with the vagina's contractions, but this time it wasn't milky white semen, but rather a dark, almost blackish red
blood .

The warden slowly lost his strength. Even clinging to the girl was a struggle,
relying solely on her vulva to greedily drain his life essence. After the pleasure subsided, besides a deep
weariness , the warden felt a threat to his life for the first time.

His head slumped weakly against the girl's chest; the once alluring fragrance now only intensified his
heart palpitations. Struggling to control his dwindling senses, the warden tried to remove his hands and feet from the cross, only
to find, to his horror, that he was gradually losing control of his body.

"What...what did you do to me..."

"You...you woke up so quickly?"

The girl raised an eyebrow in surprise, chuckling as she lowered her head to lick the warden's forehead.

"Unfortunately, considering how delicious you are, I originally intended to let you depart peacefully in ecstasy, but..."
"Thinking that your will is so firm... well, then I'll use your struggle to give me my last bit of
pleasure ."

The contractions of her vagina suddenly quickened, and the warden's face turned pale and withered visibly.
His lips parted weakly, and his tongue, uncontrollably soft, touched the girl's nipple, eliciting a
soft laugh from her.

"You, are you trying to please me? Well, if you can lick me enough to satisfy me
, I might consider letting you go."

Although it was just the girl's teasing, it became his last lifeline in the warden's ears. He exerted
all his strength, but his tongue could only wriggle slightly on the nipple without any pain or itch.

"Is this all you've got?"

The girl tilted her head slightly, looking down at the warden who was lying on her chest.

"I had held a sliver of hope for you, but you're nothing but a piece of trash, worse than a dog...
Heh, since you're so useless, just let me suck you dry."

The suction of her vagina intensified, the sucking sounds echoing clearly in the torture chamber. The warden's body
visibly withered away, his dying moments causing him to groan laboriously.
His once magnetic voice now sounded like a worn-out bellows.

The thrill of taking life brought an unnatural flush to the girl's face. Just as she was
groaning with excitement, a flash of white light suddenly appeared between the warden and the girl. The light grew stronger and brighter
until it blinded the two in the torture chamber.

With a deafening explosion, the warden's body flew backward. Already barely breathing,
he rolled several times on the ground. Although there were no visible injuries, he was
no longer breathing through his nose. The girl bound to the cross had her eyes tightly shut, two streams of black, bloody tears
sliding —she was blind. Her bare chest was a patch of black, the skin peeling back grotesquely
as if scorched by fire, a truly horrifying sight.

A delicate golden amulet floated lightly on the warden's chest; as the white light completely receded
, the amulet's surface slowly lost its luster, falling to the
warden's chest like an ordinary stone carving.

Moments later, the torture chamber door was flung open, and four fully armed guards rushed in,
immediately seeing the warden and the girl in their disheveled state.

The lead guard first bent down to check on the warden's condition, then began searching the torture chamber.
When he found the bottle of milky white liquid that the warden had knocked away, he breathed a sigh of relief. He then went to
the warden 's side, poured a drop of the liquid from the bottle, and fed it to the warden.

Within a few breaths, the warden's face regained its color. He slowly opened his eyes,
looking somewhat dazed at the concerned guards beside him, then at his naked lower body. His
consciousness gradually cleared…

“You…you…”

the warden stammered, only managing two words before falling silent.

The guards immediately understood the warden's meaning. Seeing that their superior was unharmed, they wisely stepped back and turned their faces
away.

Awkwardly pulling up his trousers, the warden stared intently at the girl on the cross, her life hanging in the balance, his white teeth grinding together
.

“How long was I unconscious?”

“Not long. We rushed over as soon as we heard the explosion.”

Nodding, the warden fell silent.

"Sir, if you're alright, then we'll..."

In the past, to accommodate his unique interrogation methods, the warden always disliked having others watch during
executions . As arrogant as he was, he never believed that a witch bound to a cross could pose any
threat to him. Therefore, during each interrogation, the warden would send his guards far away so
he could fully enjoy the process. However, after the incident just now,
how dare face the witch who had almost killed him alone?

Even if she was a dying witch.

"No need, you can stay and watch." With a wave of his hand, the warden suddenly whipped out a
white whip made of holy light. With a light swing of his arm, the white whip crackled in the air, showcasing
the warden's meticulous control over the power of light.

The warden was about to lash the witch with his whip, but as the whip swung halfway through the air, the memory of his recent harrowing
experience made him hesitate, his hand frozen in fear.

Composing himself, the warden glanced back at his four loyal guards, regaining some of his courage
. With a sudden burst of strength, the white whip lashed down on the witch.

The instant the whip touched her, the power of light fiercely burned her skin, accompanied by a sizzling sound like
roasting meat , leaving a charred welt on her already wounded body.

A muffled groan escaped her throat, and the witch's features contorted in pain. After a moment, slightly
recovering, the witch laboriously raised her head, her lifeless eyes fixed on the warden.

"What, you piece of trash...you only dare to show off when there are many people around?"

"Shut up!"

The witch's taunts ignited the warden's suppressed rage. He lashed out with his whip like a madman,
striking the witch's frail body repeatedly.

"Your ferocity now...is just to hide your fear."

"I...um...I really, do I frighten you that much?"

"If you have any backbone, then release me...ah!"

"..."

Under the repeated lashes, the witch finally lost the strength to speak. The warden slowly walked up to the witch,
pinched her chin, and looked at her disheveled face with a sense of enjoyment.

"Why aren't you talking, huh?"

"..."

The warden smiled cruelly and slapped the witch across the face.

"I asked you! Why aren't you talking!"

He slapped her again with a backhand.

"Aren't you so great?"

"Aren't you so arrogant?"

"Didn't you call me trash?"

"Say that again and see what happens!"

The warden was frantically whipping the witch, his actions so violent that even the guards nearby couldn't bear to watch and
silently moved aside.

Rubbing his hands, red and swollen from the force of the blows, the warden looked around, then suddenly chuckled like
a child discovering a beloved toy. He picked up the liquid the guard had used to heal him and
waved it in front of the witch's eyes.

"Do you know what this is?"

"..."

"This is holy water condensed from the altar of the St. Sophia Cathedral. Just this small bottle
takes a whole year to accumulate. In folk tradition, it's called 'Blood of God.' It's said
that just a small sip can have the miraculous effect of bringing the dead back to life and healing bones. Thanks to it, I'm able to
stand here safely and talk to you."

The warden slowly unscrewed the cap and waved the holy water under the witch's nose. Instantly, the witch's
cheeks appeared slightly charred, as if burned.

"How is it? The holy water tastes pretty good, doesn't it?"

"..."

"Not talking? No problem, because next, I'll pour this whole bottle of holy water into your mouth,
giving you plenty of time to slowly savor its flavor."

Roughly prying open the witch's mouth, the warden grinned maliciously as he raised the holy water and poured it all into her mouth.

"This is a year's worth of divine blood, something an ordinary person could never come into contact with in their entire life.
You'd better enjoy it! You slut!"

As soon as the holy water entered her mouth, milky white flames suddenly rose up all over the witch's body. Her ears, eyes, nostrils,
mouth ... wherever there was a connection to her body, fierce flames roared forth. The witch
screamed miserably, struggling and convulsing, but the wire firmly secured her to the cross.

The warden smiled as if admiring a masterpiece painting, unconsciously humming
a lighthearted tune from his hometown. However, not long after, a song interrupted his pleasant mood.

"The big gray wolf is asleep."

"The little bat no longer flies."

"But who has a little darling?"

"Afraid of demons and monsters, and afraid of the dark."

The warden turned around in a panic, only to find the guards staring at him blankly.

"Someone is singing! Didn't you hear it?"

The guards looked at each other and shook their heads.

"How could that be! She's right next to my ear! Like..."

"But who has a little darling?"

"Afraid of demons and monsters, and afraid of the dark."

"My dearest darling, go to sleep quickly."

"Mommy so you can snuggle up."

The ethereal singing continued from behind. The warden turned around sharply, only to find that the flames on the witch's
body had gone out sometime earlier.

"Who's playing tricks! Get out of here..."

The warden summoned the Holy Light Whip with a wave of his hand, but before he could finish speaking, he felt a chill on his chest,
and then he fell backward uncontrollably.

His vision slowly faded, and in his final moments, the warden vaguely saw a
figure in a black tuxedo, holding something in both hands, silently gazing at him.

"What...what happened?"

he murmured, his eyes still open, before collapsing into a pool of blood.

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