"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.