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Nobody Expects the Spanish Inquisition
by Daniel Waterhouse (mingevinge@yahoo.co.uk)
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The Spanish Inquisition kidnaps, tortures and sexually
molests Isabella Punani. (MFFFg, ped, nc, rp, v, tor,
fist, huml, beast, ws)
***
Author Note: This story has graphic sexual content
including rape, torture, paedophilia and bestiality. I
advise you not to read this if it is illegal for you to
do so, which in most places means you have to be at
least 18. I do not condone any illegal activities
depicted herein. Anyone can reproduce this story
provided only that they do not do so on a pay site and
that they reproduce it in its entirety.
This story is partly inspired by "The Pit and the
Pendulum", which is rubbish, but never mind. It is set
in the Middle Ages a time of fear, superstition and
ergotism (look it up on Google). I don't know medieval
Spanish so I have rendered the dialogue in idiomatic
English. Any resemblance between the characters depicted
herein and any real people living or dead is entirely
coincidental.
***
My name is Isabella Punani. I am about twenty years old,
with black hair, a large bust, and an hourglass figure.
I suppose it all started two days ago when my husband
and I were selling the bread we make: we were bakers you
see. Anyway this morning I was wearing clogs, a long red
skirt and a white blouse and we were making bread and my
husband Ricardo asked me where I had put the sacks of
flour we had bought yesterday.
The discussion got slightly heated and I said: "Bloody
hell, Dick, I didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition." At
that point the door to our humble abode burst open and a
bunch of men in red robes burst in screaming: "Nobody
expects the Spanish Inquisition!"
"What are you doing here?" asked Ricardo.
"We'll ask the questions if you don't mind," said the
Head Inquisitor a thirty year old man with a slightly
apologetic air. "Oh, how remiss of me, I forgot to
introduce myself. I'm Torqemada and these two gentlemen
are Michael and Peter. You're Ricardo and Isabella
aren't you?"
We nodded.
"Oh good, they had ever such a funny turn when we got
the wrong address and went next door," said Torqemada.
"I tried to explain that I'm just doing my job, we all
have to make ends meet and occasionally mistakes will be
made. We said sorry about chopping her husband's head
off any everything but some people just won't take one
for the team. Me, me, me, that's all people are
interested in nowadays. Still, win some, lose some. But
I digress. You baked some bread yesterday and the people
who bought it are having visions so we think Isabella's
a witch and we're going to take her away so we can have
a bit of a chin wag."
"Are you going to torture her?" asked Ricardo.
"Well... depends what you mean by torture really," said
Torquemada.
Ricardo gave him the old stink eye.
"Not buying it, eh? Yeah, we're going to torture her,"
said Torquemada. He took out his sword and pointed it at
Ricardo's chest. "Got a problem with that?"
Ricardo shrugged. "Will you bring her back?"
"Mmmm, dunno," said Torquemada.
"I guess I can remarry," said Ricardo.
"But Ricky," I cried. "They're going to hurt me and I
didn't do anything wrong."
"I'm sure if you're not a witch Torquemada will clear
this up in a jiffy, but you have to admit he has a very
good point," said Ricardo staring at Torquemada's sword,
while a trickle of urine made its way slowly down his
trouser leg.
I snorted in disgust and turned to the Inquisitors. I
turned to Ricardo. "If I ever come back I'll cut your
fucking balls off."
Ricardo looked at Torquemada. "You know I think she just
might be a witch."
Torquemada tied my hands and led me out with Michael and
Peter in tow.
***
I was led to a monastery and into a large cold room with
a table at the end where Torquemada sat down while
Michael and Peter remained at my sides.
"Right, take your clothes off," said Torquemada. "And
put on a bit of a show for me."
"Go fuck yourself, you pervy twat," said I.
Torquemada nodded. "Michael, Peter."
Michael and Peter grabbed my skirt and pulled it down
and then tore my blouse off. Michael grabbed me and
lifted me up while Peter took my clogs then Michael
dumped me unceremoniously on the floor. I stood up
shaking and blushing with anger and humiliation and
doing my best to cover my naughty bits.
Torquemada looked at me. "Don't cover up, puts your arms
out in the air and open your legs. Michael, Peter,
inspect her for witch marks."
Michael and Peter bent down and started to inspect my
legs, running their hands up and down them and looking
very closely at them, their ragged breathing gently
tickling my skin. Michael moved up to my arse, pried my
cheeks apart, looked closely at my puckered arsehole and
then stuck a couple of fingers roughly into my poop
chute: I grunted at the discomfort and saw a flicker of
a smile on Torquemada's face. Michael let his other hand
caress my back, ostensibly feeling for lumps.
Peter moved up to my breasts and massaged them in his
quest to find something wrong with my body then he let
his hands drift down my abdomen. He knelt down, put his
face close to my cunt and gently teased the lips apart.
Then he stuffed a couple of fingers into my snatch,
which was embarrassingly wet and sensitive, while he
looked up at me with a knowing smirk. What's wrong with
me? Why was humiliation turning me on?
"That's enough," said Torquemada. "Are there any marks?"
Michael and Peter nodded.
"Put her in the cell with the other witches."
***
I was dressed in a thin night dress and then thrown in a
cement dungeon whose floor was covered with straw. An
assortment of women sat around the cell looking bored: a
fat woman (and when I say fat I don't mean "oh my god I
had a whole pizza last night I'm a pig" fat, I mean sumo
wrestler fat), a thin woman, a five year old girl and
three plain looking women. All of them were dressed in
sacks with arm holes.
One of the frumps looked at me, eyes burning with
resentment. "Well, look who's the new pet. I'm Anita and
you're delicious." She walked up to me and tried to lift
up my night dress, so I slapped her hand away.
"Hmm," said she, looking around at the rest of the
inmates. "We have a bit of resistance here. Grab her."
And grab me they did with one of the frumpy women
grabbing each arm while the fat woman sat on my legs.
"You know," said Anita. "Seems to me it's a bit unfair
for certain people to be given privileges the rest of us
don't have." Then she started to rip my night dress. She
seemed to find this hard going and by the time she had
ripped the night dress off she was breathing heavily.
She slowly my naked body up and down seeming to drink in
every detail. "Mmmmm, Well, maybe there isn't much of a
mystery about how she got her privileges after all," she
said with a smirk, licking her lips.
I blushed. "How dare you impugn my virtue. Just because
you'll give it up to any passing hobo doesn't mean we're
all addicted to fucking the first warm penis that comes
our way." Waves of lust were moving through my body: I
was daring her to hurt me, use me, punish me in the
worst possible way.
Irritation replaced amusement on Anita's face. "She has
a hot little temper. Let's see how hot he cunt is." She
reached down and ran her hand over my embarrassingly
moist snatch. She held her hand up, her palm covered in
my pussy juice. "I'd say she's about ready." She sniffed
her hand and licked the juice off. "She smells and
tastes ready."
She crawled up my body and tried to kiss me. I turned my
head away and she grabbed my face turning it toward her
and pinched my nose until I had to open my mouth to
breathe and then she kissed me and stuck her tongue in
my mouth swirling it around and forcing me to taste my
own snatch sauce. Then she grabbed my tits and kneaded
them roughly, and pinched and slapped and bit them. I
grunted with pain and frustration.
Then she moved down to my pussy. She spanked it hard
several times putting the full weight of her body behind
each slap making me squeal with pain and pleasure at the
same time. Then she knelt down and roughly jammed four
fingers into my cunt jiggling them around while she
licked my clit until I came in a mind blowing orgasm.
When I came back to my senses, Anita was standing over
me, her pussy practically dripping into my mouth. "Suck
it," she ordered.
"Fuck you," said I.
She bent over, looked me in the eye and said: "Suck it,
or I'll beat you so badly that not even Torqeuemada will
want you."
She lowered her pussy onto my face and I started to lick
it. She hadn't washed for a while so her twat tasted
dirty and salty, with a slight tangy hint of piss. She
was getting really into it, she ground her minge hard
into my face, gently bit her lower lip and moaned while
she roughly groped her own tits. After what seemed like
an eternity she came and then took a few seconds to wipe
her cunt juices all over my face.
"Mmmm, satisfying. But you know I think Petra would like
some alone time with you," said the ringleader,
gesturing toward the fat woman. The three plain looking
women retreated and the Petra crawled up my body and
started licking my face and grinding her fanny into my
thigh, rubbing her huge tits against my chest and
grunting like an animal, while sticking a thick sausage
like finger up my cunt. It was like being glued by sweat
to a huge blanket of blubber.
After a few minutes of this I came wracked with ecstasy
and shame at the same time but Petra kept going for
about ten minutes before she came too but the buzz from
my orgasm wore off fast and it seemed like a lot longer.
"You know I think Julia should get a shot at her, don't
you?" said Anita to the women around her then she went
over to the five year old girls, took her hand and led
her toward me.
"You've got to be kidding, I'm not going to have sex
with a child like some sick fucking pedo!" I shouted.
Anita shook her head and sighed. "Oh now this is
awkward." She turned to her three partners in crime:
"Grab her." They grabbed me and held me down as before.
Anita brought Julia closer and pointed to my snatch.
"This is a cunt. Can you say "cunt"?"
Julia looked very nervous. "C-cunt?"
"Do you know what to do with a cunt?" Julia shook her
head. "You put some of your fingers in it and then pump
them back and forth."
Julia put in a couple of fingers and pumped them a bit
reluctantly then took them out. "Feels icky."
Against my better instincts I felt incredibly turned on.
"Please put them back in," I said huskily, my voice
shaking with lust.
Anita smiled. "I think we can do a bit better than that.
Make a fist and then put the fist in."
Julia shrugged, made a fist and slowly pushed and
wiggled it into my snatch. Her fist made my pussy feel
incredibly full and every time she moved one of her
fingers slightly it sent little shocks of sensation
through me. Anita knelt down next to Julia and pointed
to my clit. "Wiggle your fingers about and lick that and
you'll give her a big surprise."
Julia hesitantly moved her face down to my cunt, put her
tongue out and gently licked my clit. "Again, please,"
said I. Julia began gently to lick my clit, while
wiggling her fingers and turning her fist slightly in my
snatch. The sensations kept building and after a couple
of minutes I came incredibly hard screaming with lust.
I vaguely felt Julia slip her fist out of me and heard
her say "Did I hurt her?"
"No," said Anita. "She'll be fine."
I sank into a deep sleep.
***
I was rudely awoken the next morning by two guards
dragging me along the rough, cold stone floor into a
torture chamber where they hung me from a set of
manacles suspended from the roof.
Torquemada came in and looked me up and down
appraisingly. "Are you ready to confess, witch?"
"To hating your guts? Yes, I confess freely, with no
reservations," I said, not really feeling that I had
anything to lose.
"I see," said he with a sigh. He then took a thin whip
down from where it hung on the wall. I looked at the
whip and gulped. All of a sudden my cutting wit didn't
really seem like much of an asset.
He let it uncoil on the floor and took a deep breath in
through his nose letting it out through his mouth. Then
he started to whip me savagely putting the whole weight
of his body behind each stroke. Each lash brought an
incredible, searing lightning bolt of pain that left her
screaming.
The pain from each stroke faded only to be followed a
few minutes later by another stroke, seemingly perfectly
timed so that I would be in almost constant pain. I
tried to hang limp but that just made my arms hurt so I
had to remain standing while he lashed every patch of
skin on the front of my body. My heart hammered as it
was trying to escape my ribcage.
After about half an hour of this he walked up to me.
"Ready to confess?"
I shook my head, unable to speak. He put his fingers
into my cunt and found that it was wet, much to my shame
and consternation. Then he opened the front of his robe
to reveal his erect seven inch cock, which he slid into
my waiting fuckhole. His body moved against mine,
scraping over the stinging welts left by his whip,
sending shooting pains through my body, which mixed with
the pleasure from my snatch. After a few minutes I
started to grind back against his cock and shortly
thereafter I came overwhelmed by the sensations too
tired even to make a noise followed closely by him.
He slipped his cock out of my pussy. "Do you confess?"
I nodded, just wanting it all to be over.
"What does that nod mean?" he said.
"I confess. I'm a witch, I croaked. Then I cleared my
throat. "I like to suck Satan's big scaly cock and then
I let him shove it up my cunt. No I don't just let him.
I beg him to do it and in return he gives me magic
powers to turn people into frogs and make my enemies
suffer warts and stuff."
He nodded and then unbuckled the chain letting me fall
from the floor and as I lay there he peed on me, the
warm liquid running over my whip welts, making me grunt
with pain. He closed up his robe and went to the door.
"Bring in the familiar."
He turned toward me. "You understand that we can't just
take your word for it that you're a witch. For some
reason I can't quite fathom people confess to being
witches when really they aren't and so we have to test
confessions."
He started to walk toward me, bringing with him a large
Alsatian on a chain.
"So we have a witch's familiar here, and if you are
familiar enough with it we'll know you're a witch," said
Torquemada. He moved it so that its penis hung over my
face. "Suck its cock."
"You're kidding," I said.
"If you're a witch then you won't mind doing this. If
you're saying you're not a witch then I'll have to come
up with some other way to interrogate you," he said,
sounding annoyed.
As little as I wanted to fellate a dog, I liked the idea
of another session with Torquemada even less. I looked
at its cock, it was short and red. I started to lick it,
it tasted salty and it soon started to swell until it
was about five inches long, its swollen head protruding
out of its foreskin. Then I took the dog's shaft into my
mouth and licked it and sucked it while the dog growled
with pleasure. After a few minutes it came producing a
small amount of salty cum.
"Let the familiar fuck you," said Torquemada.
I moved from under the dog and lay on my back and tried
to gently pull the dog so that its cock would make
contact with my cunt. After about ten minutes I managed
to do this. The dog quickly got the idea after its dick
touched my snatch and he pushed his cock into me and
started humping. After he was finished, his cock
remained lodged inside me, trapped there by its swollen
head and it was at that point that the Pope walked in.
Jeez, if only he'd stopped by a bit later, oh well,
never mind...
The Pope looked at Torqemada and sighed.
"Riiiiggggghhtt. So this is what you're up to now? I've
had enough of this, you're a loose cannon and I'm
shutting down your department. I mean, honestly, what do
you think would happen if people found out the Catholic
Church was putting up with sexual abuse, it would be a
PR disaster. You've pushed things too far this time.
When I'm done with you you won't be able to get burned
at the stake in this town, or anywhere else for that
matter."
"Oh yeah," said Torquemada. "Well fuck you, I may be
unorthodox but I GET RESULTS DAMMIT! How dare you sit in
your ivory tower and lecture me about how to do my job.
That pointy hat must be cutting off the circulation to
your brain. I'm holding the line against the witches and
their witchery. I'm out on the streets every day making
the world safe so you can sit up in your palace and
issue Papal bulls, huh, Papal bullshit more like it. So
if you don't like how I do my job you can take your
staff and use it to clean out your colon because I'm
done taking your orders, you fat, pompous fuck."
The Pope shook his head. "I had hoped you wouldn't force
me to do this." He turned to the doorway behind him ,
pointed to Torquemada and made the universally
recognised throat cut gesture. A couple of soldiers came
through the door but not before Torquemada grabbed the
Pope and put a sword to his throat. I'm not sure exactly
what happened next but the Pope seems to have got hold
of Torquemada's meat and two veg because Torquemada
dropped his sword went white and dropped to the floor
clutching his nether regions. The Pope's soldiers came
up to Torquemada and stabbed him.
The Pope looked down at Torquemada. "Can't get the staff
these days," he said with a sigh. Then he saw the
spreading pool of blood and got even more upset.
"Nothing gets blood out of flagstones, we'll have to
replace half the floor now, this is the worst day ever."
Then the Pope turned to me and cleared his throat. "Um,
when you're done there you can go. If you hand your bill
to one of the monks on the way out they'll see you get
paid." Then he walked away, presumably to do whatever it
is that Pope's do all day.
When the dog's knot had subsided I managed to find a
piece of parchment and scrawled a huge amount of money
on it (after all, I might as well get something out of
all this). I left the torture chamber, asked one of the
monks for directions on how to leave and handed him my
"bill."
The Church never bothered to pay me. Bastards. Oh, and
I'm still living with my useless husband but I'm
teaching the kids to hate him, so that's okay and
besides one of them looks a bit like Torquemada and was
conceived at about the right time I guess that'll have
to be an adequate revenge.
The End
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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