The great war 3
#3 of the great war
When they get to the inn, they find that there is one vacant room.
"Well we do have one room with two beds. One for each of you and the slave can sleep on the floor. I trust you have no problem with that arrangement."
"That should be fine. How much will it cost?"
"The total is twelve coppers. You pay now or you don't get a room."
"Ok." Malual says as he hand the innkeeper the money. "How much is food here?"
"It depends on what my chef thinks of your slave. He can charge you money or time with a slave."
"Ok. I think we will get something to eat then." Malual says as he walks over to the bar. Sitting down, they order drinks and food. Once they finish eating, Malual asks how much it will cost.
"Three hours with your bitch."
"You will not take money?"
"No."
"Ok. Just one note. No vaginal sex or I will kill you. That part of hers is mine and mine alone.
Ok?"
"fine."
"So do I just give you the leash or what?"
"Send her to your room. We will have someone collect her there. We will return her to you in a few hours from now." The chef said.
"Slave. Go to the room and wait for me there."
"Yes master."
When Penna gets to the room, finds it is quite large. She sits on the bed and waits for Malual to come up with Mat. She thinks they might be a while so she begins to change. She had taken all her clothes off when she heard the door open behind her and when she turned to look, she felt something hold her beak shut and then felt someone else grabbing her legs. They easily carried the bird to the kitchen via a back set of stairs and took her down another flight of stairs. The person let go of her legs for a second but before she could do anything, he had chained her legs to the floor. He still held her beak shut as he pulled a muzzle specially designed for birds out and shoved it on. He tied her arms behind her back and then left her there. A little while later, someone came down the stairs and started talking.
"I am going to enjoy fucking you bitch. Luckily for you, your master has claimed your pussy for himself and I am not allowed fuck you there. I will still torture you everywhere on your body. This is going to be fun." The chef said as he took off his clothes and walked up to her. Grabbing her muzzled beak, he lifted her head so she was looking right at him.
"I think you are in need of a good whipping and spanking. Fifty spankings with the paddle and twenty whippings should be enough." The chef said as he unchained her legs and moved her over to a wooden stock. He untied her arms and locked her in the device. He then placed chained her legs apart so she could not move them. He then left her there while he went to get the paddle and whip.
"NNN!!!" Penna cried as he lined up his swing with the paddle.
Smack! Penna tried to scream from the pain but the muzzle muffled it to just being a squeak.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Penna lost count as the pain increased with each hit because he kept hitting the same place. "Twenty five" Smack!
"NNNN PLLLSSS!!!!!"
"Talking without permission means that you get another ten spankings."
"NNNN!!!"
"That is another ten also. Unless you want more, you should shut the fuck up."
"Twenty six" Smack! After the thirtieth spanking, Penna's mind was so flooded with pain that she could not even comprehend what the chef was saying. She did not notice when he stopped and unlocked the stock. All she could think about was her poor ass. She did not notice when the chef moved her and chained her arms above her head and her feet to the wall. She did notice when he cracked the whip in the air.
"Here come your twenty whippings." The chef said as he pulled his arm back. Crack! "One." "NNNNNN!!!!" Penna squealed as the whip fell upon her breasts causing the skin to turn red.
"Two" Crack!
"SSSTTTTTPPPPP!!!"
"Talking without permission is another twenty whippings. It also earns you the branding iron."
"NNNNN!!!"
"You don't learn do you? Well let's see if having your tits and your stomach branded will teach you. Don't worry though. Any harm I cause to you will be healed by the priest. Your master cares a lot about you. You must be a good fuck. Oh well."
After the twentieth whipping, Penna was in more pain than she ever thought possible. The pain was so much that by all rights, she should have passed out a while ago.
"I hope you liked my food. I put a little mixture in it that will prevent you from passing out no matter what. I will enjoy hearing you squeal when I brand you bitch."
When he finally stopped, Penna was completely unaware of what was happening around her. The chef noticed this and left the room. He came back down with a cloth and a bucket full of some liquid. Penna felt something cold being put on her and when she looked, she saw the chef dabbing the cloth on her. The pain slowly diminished and she could actually think clearly. She was happy until he spoke.
"That should let you think clearly. It should also make you feel things better."
Penna's eyes went wide with fear as the chef left to go up again and come back down with a branding iron already heated. Penna began struggling and trying to escape. The struggling earned her a punch in the face which felt like the paddle did. She began crying even more as he began to tease her with the iron. He then slammed it into her right breast. At first she did not feel anything but a little heat. That pain then changed into something so intense and painful that her mind could think of nothing but the pain. She could not stop herself from screaming if she wanted to. She then felt the same pain on her left breast and it hurt even more. She felt it a third time as he jammed the iron into her stomach. She was sweating from the pain and still screaming. Tears were flooding from her eyes as he took the iron away from her body. Her breasts were screaming at her mind and she was screaming for them. She did not see how anything could hurt more but she soon learned. With her breasts still freshly burned, the chef began twisting her nipples enjoying her squealing the entire time. He pulled out two needles with wire attached to them both and drove them through both her nipples. He then took away the needles from the threads and tied knots in them that were too big to slide through the holes in her nipples. The other end he tied to a crank in the wall. He then tightened the threads so her nipples were being pulled. Penna's throat was raw from screaming but she kept on screaming. He started to rub her pussy and she looked at him in confusion.
"Your master said I could not fuck your pussy. He did not say anything about torturing it." He said as he began to lick her pussy. Her mind was completely overloaded as she began to feel pleasure with the pain. Her mind decided the only way to deal with this new mix of feelings was to make it all pain.
"I think that your pussy needs to be whipped bitch." He said even though he knew that she could not understand what he was saying. He pulled out the whip again and began to whip her pussy. Penna was squirming with renewed energy as she felt her pussy being whipped. It was for naught though because whenever she squirmed, she pulled against the crank holding her nipples causing more pain. She did not notice when she was taken down from the wall. She did not notice when she was placed back into the stock. She did notice when she felt something forcing its way into her ass. He began to thrust into her as hard as he could. He also began rubbing her pussy and noticed it was wet. Her own body began to betray her as she began to buck her hips. He could tell she was getting close and so was he. When she came, it was like an explosion. Her juices went everywhere. He came a little bit after she did and it was one of the best he had had for a while. He smacked her ass and then unlocked the stock. He then left her there to go get the priest. The priest healed her although he did not want to and then the chef gave her some water laced with a mixture that would knock her out immediately. He carried her back up to her room and knocked on the door. Malual opened it and he took Penna from the chef's hands.
"She will be ok if not a little sore tomorrow. Pleasure doing business with you." The chef said as he turned and left. Malual carried Penna to the bed and tucked her in and went to sleep on the floor.