Vulkan held her like that for a full minute, enjoying the sound of her strangled, frightened whinnies and the feel of her gullet contracting spasmodically around his super-sensitive shaft. Soon her struggles began to wane and she sagged down onto the rumpled bed sheet, her diaphragm heaving erratically, until her hands fell away from his hips and finally, she slipped into narcoleptic oblivion.
Quickly, the Prince retrieved his pouch and lashed Lilliphane's wrists and ankles together and fitted a gag, complete with tongue depressor, before heaving her up on to his shoulder and padding back to the panel trap and the tunnels beyond.
Vulkan slipped between the walls and floors of the keep until he came to the place that allowed him to look into Countess Jessica's bedchamber. He set Lilliphane down in the dark and put his eye to the peephole.
The countess was not alone, she had one on the young footmen with her whom he had seen earlier serving at the banquet. Silently, Vulkan slid aside the panel and stepped into the room. The countess was on her back in the centre of the bed with the footman gathered between her smooth thighs, her ankles locked about his waist as he lunged energetically into her.
She saw Vulkan as soon as he stepped through the trap and grinned lasciviously at him over her young lover's shoulder. At the same time she pushed her middle finger into the youth's anus making him rear up gasping as she gently pulsed her long, sharp-nailed digit in and out – gently reaming him. Then, as Vulkan approached, she pulled his boyish face down on to her breast and slipped her sweet nipple into his mouth to further distract him. Her smile splitting her face from ear-to-ear as the prince leant over the bottom of the bed, flipping his heavy dirk over in his palm, extending his arm to hold the bronze pommel poised above the footman's unsuspecting head.
The countess began to chant into the youth's ear, her glistening wet tongue coiling inside the sensitive whorls of cartilage as all the while she stared into Vulkan's glittering eyes, whilst the quaking satyr waited for the youth to shoot his load.
"Oh God! yes, that's good, I can feel you in me, right up to my womb, yes, yes, come on baby, harder, fuck me harder, I want your thick spunk inside me nowwwwwww!" and then she was coming. Her wide mouth falling open to show the way down into her throat, her eyes still fixed on Vulkan's hovering only inches above hers.
The youth could contain himself no longer at the sound of her cultured voice talking such filth. He reared up on his arms, his buttocks clenching tightly as he fired himself into the fabulous aristocratic creature, who had lured him to her chambers with promises his lowly kind could only dream about. However, just at the moment of his ultimate pleasure Vulkan rapped him sharply behind the ear and sent him off into instant oblivion.
With a negligent sweep of his great arm, the satyr hurled the unconscious youth off the bed and dived between the countess' still shaking thighs. The pleasure she had got from fucking in front of the prince had been double, treble, quadruple what she had been experiencing before he had appeared. But now, as Vulkan gobbled at her sex like a starving man, his tongue writhing higher within her sex chasm than she could have believed possible, a second towering orgasm smashed through her loins. She howled out loud and long as he lifted her buttocks high into the air and ground her crushed vulva against his face, sucking out the delicious milt that abounded there.
Once he had finished feeding from her he gave her little time to recover and no time at all to dress.
"Its time!" he said and stepped back into the void and without a moment's hesitation she followed him in.
If the countess was surprised to find Princess Lilliphane being carried, naked, bound and gagged down into the bowels of the castle, she showed no reaction. Concentrating instead on following the prince's rapidly disappearing form down through the many twists, turns, and deadlocks until they emerged into the main dungeon hall.
The Countess stared around herself somewhat uncertainly, taking in the weird array of machines, each one more strange and frightening than the last.
Vulcan deposited Lilliphane over a whipping horse and rattled his dirk against an iron triangle hanging from the ceiling.
Despite her nudity, the countess noticed an all-pervading warmth making her skin prickle with perspiration. She remarked upon it to Vulkan, who pointed upward.
"The main kitchens are directly above," he explained, "the fires burn day and all night and the heat travels down here through the stone buttresses supporting the roof.
Gargo, the dungeon master, shambled up the steps from the cells in response to Vulkan's alarm. His hirsute, endomorphic body covered only by an ancient leather apron and sandals. Behind him came the little grull hopping up the steps on its bandy legs. The countess pointed a long, shaking finger at the little gargoyle.
"What the Hell is that?" she choked incredulously, skipping nimbly behind Vulkan's protective bulk.
"More to the point, who the hell was that?" contradicted the prince darkly, before turning to Gargo.
"Bring the countess her harness and then attend to the princess, she's no doubt impatient to know why we've brought her here."
Five minutes later the countess found herself strapped into a tight fitting body harness of well oiled black leather, consisting of a girdle encasing her shapely hips with generous cutaways to allow easy access to her sex and rectum. Cross over straps separated her breasts over which were fitted iron rings that encouraged the milk white orbs with their crimson nipples to thrust out in two cones. The outfit buckled to a broad neck choker, also leather and was completed by a pair of black thigh length leather boots fashioned from supple deer hide.
"Where did you get these things?" She asked Gargo, trying to ignore the fierce erection making a tent of his apron as he finished adjusting her straps.
"Stuff's been here all the time My Lady." Gargo replied, staring slack mouthed at her mouth watering nipples, "there's chests full of all manner of gear down in the sub levels from years gone by. Before the queen came to Dashane and made the king close up the dungeons this place was buzzing." The dungeon master's scathing tone showed what he thought of the queen. But when he looked around the various pieces of well-oiled equipment, his chest seemed to swell with pride as he warmed to his subject.
"The king's grandfather, old 'Iron' Magnus – now there was a hard bastard! – built up the finest range of torture equipment on the continent. Had stuff brought from all over, even by sea from as far away as Lupe." Gargo waived his arms at various machines most of which the countess could not even begin to fathom.
"All strong monarchs have use for a well stocked dungeon, My Lady." He told her nipples knowingly, so I've kept it all in good order, every bit of it, waiting for the time when it'd be needed, see."
"Well it's certainly needed now," snapped Vulkan ominously, as he bounded up from the sub levels with an arm full of equipment, "and so are your extremely valuable services dungeon master, starting by you getting Princess Lilly installed into that tit press over there."
The countess settled herself back to watch as Gorgo and his hideous grull lifted the terrified princess from the horse and over to the tall frame Vulkan had indicated. With a skill born of long experience the hugely enthusiastic dungeon master offered Lilliphane's voluptuous body up to the equipment, pursing his lips as he made a few quick calculations as to her height and breast size.
"Hold her, Tommy," he called out to the grull. The little creature obediently moved in to support the shaking princess, his abnormally long and powerful arms reaching up to grasp her shoulder blades, his sloping forehead jammed into the crease of her soft buttocks as he thrust her against the solid wood. Through her gag the drooling woman screeched in horrified protest as Gargo adjusted the mechanism; grasping her large, pale udders in his calloused hands and pulling them through the yoke before winding down the worm gear to compress the globes into two rapidly congesting torpedoes of pain.
Next, he untied her wrists and inserted them into the waiting clamps set into the sides of the frame. Her feet he left tied together so that she stood on tiptoe, her calves and thighs already beginning to quiver and burn as she struggled to hold her weight off the bloated breast meat. The painfully squashed tissue was already beginning to turn an angry shade of puce in front of her terror stricken eyes – the large, ochre nipples aching and turgid with the press of blood.
Gargo handed Vulkan and the countess a pair of evil looking scourges from a well stocked rack on a nearby wall and retired with Tommy to a safe distance.
Vulkan stood in front of the princess, slashing the multiple leather tails of the scourge through the air in a series of swingeing arcs.
Lilliphane's rolling eyes followed his arm as it flashed through the air, her strangled whimpers coming in a constant, ragged stream from beneath the tongue depressor as she beheld the terrible man standing before her. Her belly flipped in dread as she took in his hugely bunched muscles rippling beneath the heavy strap harness and flipped again as her eyes were drawn inexorably down to the monstrous cock thrusting up from the bronze ring and latticework basket that constrained his massive gonads.
"Are you wondering why I've brought you down here?" The satyr asked cruelly, breaking out into a smile as her dark head nodded over the top of the press.
"You're here to experience the punishment dictated by my master, the great sorcerer Malpurgo, in respect of the grievous wrong you and your kinsmen did him," he informed her, "do you recall your part in that wrong?" He waited until the head nodded again, a trifle uncertainly, this time trying to articulate some form of pathetic mitigation around the dreadful tongue depressor.
"Good, then prepare to repent at leisure!" He roared and brought the scourge down over the top her left breast with a mighty thrash.
Even with her tongue clamped, Lilliphane was able to put a great deal of effort into her scream as the massively congested flesh bore the full brunt of the blow. Vulkan paused to watch the taught cone vibrate like a well-struck bell. He raised his arm again and Lilliphane began to scream even before he started the downward arc. Vulkan gave her four dozen lashes before she ran out of breath and passed out.
The countess watched in eerie fascination as Gargo slouched over and made a cursory examination, peeling up the princess' eyelid to look into her pupil and feeling for her carotid pulse. Curiously, he also slipped his hand between her thighs to feel inside her groin, sniffing his fingers as he walked over to a trough and filled a bucket with brackish water that he then hurled over the princess' glowing torso.
Lilliphane was slow to revive, but was soon rolling her eyes in obvious terror again as Vulkan advanced once more. This time the satyr paid particular attention to her well upholstered belly. Slashing across it from left to right and then right to left for another hard, four dozen. He stopped only when the entire mass of quivering tissue was scarlet and streaked with surface blood.
The countess was becoming increasingly aroused, her vagina beginning to itch luridly as she watched Vulkan work on the princess, whom she had never been particularly fond of due to the latter's many petulant ways and spiteful moods. She soon found herself going forward with her own scourge to stand behind the shaking Lilliphane, whose back was now bathed in sweat from head to foot.
As Vulkan began to lay the scourge across the princess' thighs, the countess started to thrash away at the wide, jiggling bottom. So that now the wretched creature was getting it from both sides, her plush body rocking with the force of the complimentary impacts.
Eventually, the countess' arm was drooping with exhaustion, the slender muscles aching with the unaccustomed activity. She went to stand behind Vulkan, her sex lips literally dripping with love juice as she stared at his rippling musculature. Her mouth watered as she watched the ribbons of sweat running down into is buttock cleft, licking her lips like a kitten as she imagined him lashing her with such vigour.
Once he was done with the front of Lilliphane's thighs, the prince sluiced off the bloody mix of sweat and epidermis coating the tails of the scourge in the water trough before finishing off by firing the soaking leather directly into the princess' pudendum. The water sodden mass impacted in a shattering series of splats that had the fecund princess' ruined belly meat pumping in and out like a blacksmith's bellows.
Gorgo made another quick physical examination and once again wriggled his hand into Lilliphane's crotch, this time holding his fat fingers up to the torchlight.
"Not too enamoured of the lash," he tutted to Vulkan and then noting the countess' confused expression explained, "some women liquor-up nice and juicy under the whip, but not this one – too soft by half, not like her snotty sister-in-law, the queen, he sneered, I bet she'd really cream after a good flogging – the haughty ones always do."
Gargo pinched at Lilliphane's massive nipples, yanking cruelly on the tumescent stalks, but the brunette simply gazed slackly back at him. Her massive globes were now purple with congestion, the veins coursing through the abraded tissue, deep blue-green amongst the vivid, scarlet welts.
Gargo harrumphed to attract Vulkan's attention but the satyr was busily engaged bending the beaming countess back over the nearby racking table as he prepared to mount her.
"Best release the yoke a bit, unless you want her tits to rot off, sire," the gaoler advised.
"Do as you wish," Vulkan snapped over his shoulder, " and give her a good shafting while you're at it."
Gargo could hardly believe his ears. He whistled a merry little jig tunelessly through his splayed teeth as he unwound the worm gear to release the pressure on Lilliphane's great tits. Winking at the horrified brunette as he manhandled her bloated flesh to help get the circulation flowing again.