Vulkan stood over Branco who was gradually re-awakening to find himself lying hogtied and defenceless.
"Two nil to me," the prince grinned down at the knight.
Branco rolled over on to his back and looked up at the queen.
"Forgive me Majesty," he said his voice heavy with shame.
"There is nothing to forgive my noble Lord Branco," replied the queen solicitously, "for indeed you are the truest and bravest of knights."
"Well said," laughed Vulkan heartily, clapping his palms together, " a truly brave knight but bested by a woman all the same."
The prince put his arm around the countess who immediately melded her body to his and began to fondle him lovingly, rubbing herself against him like a cat, giggling as his cock swelled in her clever hand.
"What will you do with him now?" asked Jessica, rubbing her swollen crotch against Vulkan's hip as she gazed down at the handsome Branco.
"Why don't you put the pair of them in the loving-tub?" suggested Gargo, artfully.
"What the fuck's the loving-tub?" asked Vulkan intrigued.
A heavily gagged Branco soon found himself lowered into a large tub that occupied one of the adjacent chambers. The sides of the tub came up to the top of his head. He was naked save for a broad leather waist belt attached by short lengths of chain to the stout plank he sat on, so that he could not stand up.
The queen was similarly secured outside the tub, facing her unfortunate partner at a distance of only a few inches, but unlike his, her seat had a hole cut out exactly below her crotch.
Bolted to the inside of the tub at chest height, was a hand driven crank connected to a 'gulper' pump that vented into a reservoir barrel mounted on top of the apparatus. A spigot in the bottom of the barrel allowed the pumped water to be dropped back into the tub at whatever rate the torturer desired.
The hand crank also drove a simple lever affair that passed through a well greased leather grommet cut into the front of the tub and arranged so as to drive a hugely ridged, leather covered spike, via a simple set of eccentric gears, up through the hole in the queens seat and into her exposed groin.
When the little grull began to fill the tub with buckets of water the purpose of the 'loving-tub' became perfectly clear; Lord Branco could either crank and save himself, violating the queen in the process, or he could sit still and drown.
Predictably enough, the stubborn knight refused to crank and the water was soon lapping at his chin as Vulkan, Gargo and the countess looked on with baited breath.
Amariza knew that the knight would rather die than violate her body and she also knew that she could not let him throw his life away in such a noble, but essentially futile gesture.
"Save yourself, Lord Branco," she said firmly and when he failed to move, "I command it!"
The champion reluctantly began to turn the hand crank. Slowly at first, his eyes averted from Amariza's pensive face hovering only inches away and then more quickly as the grull hurled in another bucketful and the water rose to his lips.
Branco tried to close his ears to the enormous grunt the queen expelled when the fat leather spike plunged up into her vagina for the first time.
"Don't worry about me," she gasped as the knight faltered at the sound of her distress, "keep going, I command you."
"How touching," laughed Vulkan mockingly, his bright eyes dancing.
Amariza expelled another tortured grunt as the cock rose again to force its way into her sex, the delicate organ squelching and still slick with the satyr's spunk.
Branco gritted his teeth against the overwhelming sense of shame and helplessness and continued to crank, the crude pump slurping and belching obscenely as it pushed the small stream of water up to the reservoir above his head.
The old iron mechanism rumbled around merrily, the cock rising and falling as the helpless noblewoman grunted rhythmically in time to the inexorable motion.
The torture continued until Branco had managed to get the water level down to his nipples at which point Vulkan called a halt. Both the queen and the knight slumped on their seats, each grateful in their own ways for the respite.
Vulkan pointed to the yoke holding the leather cock.
"What's that second socket for?"
"Oops! nearly forgot about that."
The grinning gaoler fetched a second, slightly re-curved cock attachment from a nearby chest and fitted it into the yoke so that there were now two fearsome implements ready to be plunged into Amariza's lower orifices.
Vulkan reached up and turned the spigot on the reservoir, grinning down at the helpless couple as the water began to pour down into the tub.
"Now that you've both got the hang of it, lets see what the pair of you can really do."
The queen nodded far more bravely than she felt to the knight and Branco once more began to crank the mechanism. Hesitantly at first as the twin cocks rose up to force their insidious lengths into Amariza's twin holes, making her squeeze her eyes tight shut against the pain as the spikes simultaneously slid into her slack sex and torn anus.
Vulkan gave the spigot another turn and the water level began to rise quickly in the tub. The groaning Branco cranked harder, once again, the mechanism began to revolve smoothly, the twin cocks thrusting in and out of Amariza's belly, making her grunt volubly at each plunging stroke.
"Uhnn!… Arghh!… Uhnn!… Arghh!… Uhnn!… Arghh!"
Vulkan snatched the multi-tailed scourge from the countess and began to flay it across Amariza's shoulders, making her arch her long white back as the leather falls bit into her peerless flesh. The prince's huge arm rose and fell in perfect time to the rise and fall of the bobbing cocks so that Amariza received the maximum possible stimulation.
Slowly at first and almost beyond the unseen borders of her senses, the noblewoman began to feel a strange, forbidden excitement awakening deep within her core. Coupled with this unfamiliar feeling was a leaden cramp that settled into her pudendum and which soon spread out to envelope her whole body. Too incredible for her tortured, confused mind to understand, she could only gasp as her nipples bloomed and hardened at each scorching stroke of the lash.
Amariza barely felt the odious Gargo dip his fat fingers into her sex, nor heard his lascivious cackle as he held up the slick digits.
"I told you it was always the frosty bitches who liquored-up under the lash!" he shouted exultantly.
Vulkan nodded his grin manic as he bent into the blistering next stroke.
"Open the spigot right up," he snapped, "lets see how fast Branco can go."
Gargo leapt to comply.
The unfortunate knight was now as aware as anyone of Amariza's burgeoning excitement. Her anguished face was only inches away from his as she stared down at him. The deep blue eyes were beginning to bulge and the flushed complexion sweated and glowed. Her wide, luscious mouth fell open, gasping hoarsely as the plunging cocks reamed her crotch.
The preternatural philtres the satyr's semen had deposited within her were beginning to do their work and soon her tongue was swirling around her lips as she began to urge Branco on, her words shameful and faltering.
"Oh God!… yes… yes… like that… don't stop… Ooooo…"
However, the horrified knight was incapable of stopping as the water level was now rising faster than he could pump it out. He craned his neck as far back as he could to keep the water out of his nose, his big shoulders pumping with all of his considerable strength in a fruitless bid to stay the rising water level.
Vulkan began to wallop the scourge into Amariza's perfect arse, hooting with approval as she cried out, not in pain any longer, but in sweet agony. The shapely cheeks jiggling as the cocks boomed in and out of her body – driven at top speed by the madly pumping Branco – who was even now disappearing under the foaming surface.
Amariza threw back her head and howled at the ceiling as her first ever orgasm smashed through her belly. Vulkan continued to flog at her, determined to wring every last bit of pleasure out of her vibrating frame as she rode the remarkable loving-tub.
The mechanism began to slow as Branco drowned and so, heedless of the champion's plight, Vulkan unhitched the still shaking Amariza and threw her on to the floor, diving on her, cramming his rock hard sex into her to feel the remnants of her titanic orgasm. The satyr prince roared, his body arched into a tight rictus of pleasure as his seed boiled up the length of his shaft to flood into her once again. The bruised and congested vagina clutched and sucked at him as Amariza gobbled up his surging fluids until she could hold no more and the excess splashed out on to the grey stones beneath her glowing arse cheeks.