Mszczuj move his fingers to pick her nipples, which were so hard, that could ewen give milk, if Eva was pregnant of course. "Very well my dear, but don't think I let's you come until you confess." He move his hard cock around her pussy, spreading her love juice.
"He'd get rid of my children at some point, I think, so he could give his own offspring Champagne. I might lose my title, but my son and daughter get to keep their lives this way." She sighs, "Plus, I think that you'll be more...thorough."
"Oh, I will be through with you. I will b strict. I will be cruel." He slapped her face, then again grabbed her by throat. "And you will love it." He grinned. "I wonder what will your kids think about their mother? Will they hate you? Scorn you? What will they think when they will hear of the deeds of their mother - the rebel, the whore?" He quickened his movements. " Which nickname will history give you, I wonder? Louise, the harlot? Luise the adulteress?" He smiled as he spoke - his target was simple. To dismantle and cut off any connection the slut has to her previous life. To that end, he would take everything from her, hope of meeting with her children as well. He grunted as he was close. He removed his dick from woman's ass and pulled her on her knees. He then grabbed her by the hair and rammed his dirty cock in her mouth - with few quick movements, his shot his seed into her throat. He groaned with pleasure as he emptied his balls...
“A letter? Let me see...” Still naked Ophelia took the letter and quickly opened it, then started reading it.
Mszczuj smile to her, barely holding himself from explosion. "Maybe but you want me more than I want you."
Her moans are muffled by the cock in her mouth, as she drinks down his cum. Arne hears Vaclav's voice come through the door. "Boss, should we come in? We didn't want to disturb you while you were entertaining yourself."
Larisa was prone to playing down their relationship. “My role is mostly as a educator t Ilya and Olga. She’s a nice girl. Always friendly.”
The letter is in her father's hand. In plain terms, he spells out that he's heard of the battle Ophelia fought, and is coming north to take personal command. In a side note, he tells Ophelia that he's bringing Adriana, as it's past time that she found herself a husband. Ophelia notes that, as her father has always cared little for political marriages, it's not unlikely that her mother will be accompanying him, as she's far more educated in the field. That said, the letter is terse, and doesn't confirm this.
Arne smirked as he hid his cock in trousers. He grabbed the duchess by hair and kicked her legs apart. "Don't try to hide yourself." He backed at her. He then turned to the door and called. "Come in!" As his subordinate entered, he steeped to Louise's side, still holding her by hair, presenting her as if she was a trophy - which, to him, she was. "Ah, good timing. The duchess here-" he pulled her hair back, forcing her to push her tits forward. "Has confessed to numerous crimes and agreed to penance. She will revoke her secular life and join our merry band... but that is after penance. Leave what you found and prepare the cart for the 'ride of shame.'" He ordered. When his subordinate left, he untied the duchess and pushed her on the floor. "Now, my dear, start writing a confession. Colour it as much as possible... We don't want to have any doubts about your guilt and that the punishment for your crimes would be death."
'Inquisitor,' Angelo nodded, 'If you have a moment later, there's something I need you to see. I'll be waiting in my room.' The monk turned and made his way back to his room, sitting down on the bed.
"Isn't she? So, may I ask why you approached me? I assume it wasn't just to be friendly." He leans on the railing and looks at Larisa.
Vaclav nods, as the duchess hangs limply from Arne's hands. "Yes, sir." He walks over to the desk, leaving numerous documents and letters there. Arne sees that he's covered in blood, as is Ghoa when she walks past the door a moment later. Vaclav bows and exits, and Louise slumps to the ground. In a titanic effort, she eventually starts to crawl over to the desk, beginning to write her confession obediently.
“My sister wants to play the game of having me inquire if you like her.” Larisa saw it faster to just point this out rather than trying tk work around it and claw for information. “Do you?”
(Written by majus) Lousie was dragged to the cart. It was a special cart, sh noticed - on the back of it, there was a platform with a pole, mounted to it. She looked closer and she shivered at what she saw - there was a 'sit' attached to the pole, in form of long large dildo. "Like what you see? I head the blacksmith sculpture it after mine." Arne said with cruel humour. He shoved her forward, making her stumble. As she walked forward, she could feel the eyes of her servants, her guard on her. People who served her, who fucked her - saw as she was being dragged around, tied and about to be shamed. And they were not pitying her, they looked forward to her humiliation. Louise shivered, but it was not the shame she was feeling, but anticipation. As they came to the pole, Arne grabbed the duchess, raised her and impaled on the dildo. She could feel it penetrating her pussy, hitting her womb - she was forced to stand on her toes, as barely half of the dildo hid in her snatch. The inquisitor chuckled as he saw how wet she was. "Looking forward to the 'ride of shame', slut?" He asked in a cruel voice, making Lousie shiver and wonder, just how far he would take tormenting her. The thought only made her wetter. Slap! "Ahm~" Louise moaned as rough man's hand slapped her tit, the sting of pain quickly changing into the warmth and spreading over her sensitive breast. Arne untied her hands and pulled them back behind the pole - she discovered that there was small beam attached to the pole right behind her back. When the inquisitor tied her forearms together, that beam forced her to push her breasts forward, to put them fully on display - as if she was a whore in a brothel. Then Arne tied a belt around duchess' throat and pole, choking her a little and immobilising her head. The inquisitor stepped back, admiring his work. He then nodded to one of his assistants and the cart started moving. As the cart started moving, the disgraced duchess discovered how wicked her torment was. First, her naked body was put on display, for all to see. Second, the belt around her neck made it impossible to move her head, to look away, to lower her head - all would see her face. But it were the little modifications to the cart that made it truly devious. The cart jumped a little, on every brick it rode on. The effect was, that her body moved up and down on the dildo... making her fuck the dildo in front of the entire city. Making the moments when she climaxed it more than visible when she squirted her juices down her tights. And then, if the way her chest was pushed forward wasn't enough, the movement of the cart made her tits jump with each movement, giving the crowd even more sluty image of herself. Her rock hard nipples didn't help the image. Then there was the belt, that held her neck. Each movement of the cart changed the way the belt gripped her throat, forcing her to constantly to fight for air. But the moments when she orgasmed, it was those moments she struggled the most - and the entire city witnessed that. Of course, her constant orgasmic moans only added to ruining her reputation. Arne smirked as he saw Louise's torment. She had brief rest as they stopped on the main plaza of the city - people already gathering around. Arne got up, unrolled a paper and started reading. "People of Reims! Today, a wicked Duchess Louise of Champagne confessed various crimes and heavy sins she has committed. To repent those sins, she has agreed to revoke all of her titles, all her claims in favour of her children. She has also decided to leave behind her secular life and dedicate her life to church!" He paused, seeing he had the undivided attention of the crowd. "As a punishment for the sins she committed, she will now take a 'ride of shame' around the city, until the dusk!" Arne smiled hearing Louise's desperate groan, when she heard how much more she would have to suffer. "During her penance, the townspeople are encouraged to humiliate her further, be it in the form of words or by throwing rotten food at her - for it is her penance!" Arne nodded to the driver, and the cart started riding again, accompanied by disgraced duchess' moans. "Slut!" "Hear how the damn whore moans! I knew she was that type of loose woman!" "Hey, hey! Are you going to suck me?! Hahaha!" "Hey! Look how that slut greedily fucks a piece of wood! Damn harlot!" "Yeah, instead of occupying duke's palace she should have occupied one of the brothel's beds!" The crowd threw insults and laugher at the woman tied to the pole. "Mhm!" Lousie arched as her body shook with another climax. Her body was covered with her sweat, her tight were wet from her sex juices. She gasped the air as the belt fell a little from her neck and immediately moaned as the dildo pushed against her sensitive womb, forcing her to rise her body again. But that made the belt choke her again. So she lowered her body to get some air, the dildo pushing against her womb again. "Yh!" Louise groaned as a cucumber hit her tit. At first, the words of the crowd humiliated her greatly, shamed her - but also, excited. Now, there was only the rhythm. Up, down, breath, up, down, breath, orgasm, down until she stopped climaxing, up, down, breath. How much longer she would have to endure that? Had they passed this street? Or where they ridding it for a second time. "Yh!" the inquisitor's slut opened her mouth as another orgasm rocked her body- "!!!" Louise coughed as rotten tomato splashed on her cheek, bits of it flying into her open mouth. The crowd roared in delight and laugh. Arne smiled seeing his slave humiliation. After today, her reputation would be ruined, her pride as a noblewoman, gone - if she had any to start with, the respect of her subjects destroyed - she would be a laughing stock among her subjects and disgrace among the nobility. Arne has now, truly, took everything from her. Now, the Inquisitor was all she had left. The 'ride of shame' took a few more hours, before the dusk finally came. When the cart stopped in front of the inquisitor's temporary lodgings, Arne carefully untied the barely conscious body of the duchess. He then carried her to one of the cells. He then proceeded to fuck the woman, with passion, dominating her completely. Louise, as tired and shamed she was, submissively accepted Inquisitor, doing her best to please him... and please him she did, as he used her voluptuous body for his own pleasure until the woman passed out from exhaustion. He left the unconscious naked woman, on the bed and closed the cell. When he returned the next day, he found Luise kneeling in the middle of the cell with her legs spread showing her pussy and her forearms grabbed behind her back, pushing her chest forward. But it were her eyes that made Arne laugh. The look of devotion and submission in them was not unlike Marzena's. He has truly broken the woman - and she was without the doubt, his.
He nods. "Well, I can't say that I've spoken more than two words with her, but she's a very attractive and pleasant seeming girl. It's a bit premature to say I like her, but I'm definitely interested."
