“Well, now we will work,” said Patricia, and delivered 10 non-stop blows to Jeanne’s bosom. Jeanne jerked on the bench, and cried from pain in her groin and mad pain in her elbows.

“You are a bitch who killed her friend, do you think you will have some kind of pardon?” Patricia asked her.

Jeanne was silent and roared. Patricia took out a small box from under the bench, from which she took out two white rubber gloves, and a large, thick needle with nylon thread. Jeanne did not look at the actions of her tormentor, she looked at the ceiling of the basement, as droplets of water slowly accumulated on its surface and fell down on her body warmed by lashes. Little spiders ran through the black ceiling, who looked with horror at what people were doing with their bodies. Patricia inserted a thread in the eye of the needle, and held it out. Then, without a word of warning her slave, she roughly and severely squeezed Johanna's right sexual lip, and pierced her with a needle. After a time, droplets of blood dripped onto the bench. Jeanne just screamed in pain, jerking her hands so hard that she dislocated them in the joints.

“Shut up” - Patricia shouted to her, squatting, and pierced the second lip, she sewed them with thread and went to the second stitch. Joan was lying on the bench without feelings, saliva flowed from her mouth, and tears flowed from her rolling eyes. She moaned softly. Patricia, stitched up Joan's beautiful bosom.

"Now you will be reminded, you will not engage in debauchery, and you will cherish your close people, you could refuse to fight with your girlfriend, but you didn’t do it because you were afraid that you would blow out, now I’m exhausted you half to death, and send you to the forest, this is your fate, but for now, rest, ”Patricia said, and smacking Jeanne’s sex lips with lashes, closed the box, and went to her room, where the strongest guard from 30 cm, a member, was waiting for her.

Having rested with her lover, Patricia, she closed it in the closet, bound her arms and legs until she needed him again. Having wiped traces of sperm from her black tunic, Patricia, tied her stinging black hair with a black elastic in a ball, put on her boots, buttoning them up with a long zipper, and went to her Joan.

Jeanne was unconscious, blood spurting from her sponges. Patricia walked over to Joan's head, and, swinging, gave her a slap in the face. Jeanne opened her eyes and saw the terrible face of Patricia with red eyes and a beautiful body. Since childhood, Patricia, being a small and brisk girl, ran around the castle, examining everything and everyone, and running through the kitchen, hit her face with hot water, which covered her face with terrible burns that the best healers and healers could not heal. Patricia spat in Jeanne's face.

“I will not see you, come to yourself and open your mouth,” said Patricia, in a quiet but terrible voice.

Jeanne looked at her tormentor with eyes full of tears and did not understand what to do, then she received a blow to the jaw, with a stiff fist and they opened. Patricia inserted two wooden sticks into the girl's mouth, and clutched at Jeanne's tongue with flexible and strong fingers. In her right hand she held a wooden knife with a thin and very sharp blade.

"I will let you go to the forest, and I do not want you to tell anyone about what was here with you, I don't need anything." With a flick of the wrist, Patricia cut off Joan's tongue and threw it on the floor. The slave’s mouth was filled with blood, which was poured down his cheeks on a wooden bench. Jeanne made the bridge in pain, and dislocated her right leg. Patricia ordered a slave from a nearby cell who had an anus in her to help her. He readily jumped to his Mistress and began to raise Jeanne. Patricia detached the girl's legs from the chains.Together with the slave, they put Joan at the wooden post, near the door to the toilet and secured her hands with a small chain at a height of about 2 meters. The hands were pulled out, their arms pushed up, their right leg was bending blood out of their mouths. Jeanne was unconscious. Patricia took a long whip made of bull skin and began to smack Joan, until the latter recovered from the terrible pain, and did not begin to moo, and her back turned into a bunch of dark Bogra bands. Reassured by what she saw, Patricia, pleased with herself, approached Jeanne, stroked her hair, and kissed her cheek.

"Now my dear, you are free and your soul is cleansed." Patricia took from the floor, a dirty bag of potatoes, lying on the dirty floor near the toilet, made three holes in it, using a blood-stained blade and using a slave, freeing Jeanne from the chains, put the bag on her exhausted body, led her to the door toilet and opened the door.

In the eyes filled with blood and tears, Joan hit the bright sunlight. Patricia pushed the girl out into the woods, and slammed the door with a metallic clank.

Chapter 3

Over the castle of Queen Marina, three eagles flew proud and stately. A silvery moon reigned in the sky and the breeze played with Peter’s long hair, a gate guard standing on a special stand by the torch and telescope that was directed into the forest. Peter held his hand on the steel bar, which opened and closed the huge metal-ancient gate.

“Something is so calm, only the fish are splashing in the ditch,” he said with a grin and leaned over the stone teeth of the castle wall, looking down. On the other side of the gate, next to the same crossbar, stood Vladimir, a guard loyally and faithfully serving the Queen. He also looked into the ditch, and he saw fish splashing in the water, playing his night games.

The width of the moat was equal to 30 meters, and its diameter was about 600 meters. Vladimir stood in steel armor and on his head was a light helmet, not for close combat. He was distracted from the fish and looked toward the main tower of the castle, in which, in one of the largest halls, a feast dedicated to the god of harvest took place. Queen Marina herself appeared on it, a tall beautiful blonde, with golden hair and green eyes, scarlet soft pink lips. She stood by her throne in a golden dress, and on her head was a diadem with 10 large diamonds that she had been presented to by a fan from African states. Vladimir looked at the huge windows of the hall, but could not make out anything.

Peter looked at the fish and thought about her Mary, the girl who was waiting for him at home, baked her cabbage pies, and thought about her long-haired brunette who would give her a night of love after being replaced with a guard post.

Vladimir looked at the windows of the hall, and sighed heavily. Then he took a small pebble from the castle wall and threw it into the water. A pebble flew about 200 meters, gaining speed, and whistling hit the water.

There was a crash and a loud whistle in the forest. Vladimir rested his hands on the walls of the castle and looked into the depths of the forest, using a telescope, he saw something glimpsed in the trees.

“Have you seen anything, have you been able to see something?” Shouted Vladimir, anxious, to Peter.

“No, I didn’t see Mlyn, but I heard it heard,” said anxious Peter.

“I will go and check who is there,” said how Vladimir cut off.

“I will raise the alarm, and the crew of the soldiers will go to the forest, you must not leave the post?” Said astonished Peter, “why do you need this amateur performance?”

“No, I’ll go myself, I’m right, but come what may,” Vladimir said. “I see an old hut there, most likely someone appeared there, someone got there, and this is my chance to win the Queen’s favor, imagine Peter, she will see me as a hero who caught the villain near the walls of the castle, ”Vladimir said thoughtfully and rolled his eyes, pulling his sword from its scabbard and rolling it over his head.

“No, my dear friend Vladimir, I can’t imagine that, let's call the crew, while there is time, and you will achieve only punishment in your address, and there is nothing more good, I don’t want to lose such a true friend, stand guard, and I call” - said Peter and reached for the pipe that was leaving ... Read more →