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This story is a work of fiction, it is not meant to condone the actions contained herein & should be read only by persons of an age recommended by their countries laws of attainment of adulthood.

This story has been written especially for Me by My good friend Al

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THE RIGHT`S OF TORMENT

Chapter One…

Awakening from the relaxed slumber of Her huge four poster bed, Lady Glory stretched Her arms casually above Her head, Her countenance one of warmth & rested contentedness brought about by a most restful nights sleep. The sun streamed in through the large, arched granite window, its beams set amidst a brilliant azure blue sky heralding Her awakening like some angelic fanfare greeting Her rise to consciousness. It was an apt analogy for sure for in this land Lady Glory was quite rightly a Goddess manifest.

For a moment, She chose to simply luxuriate in her bed in sublime contemplation of the day to follow, then after a little time, She slowly peeled back the rich satin sheets that covered Her curvaceous, ample form before sitting Herself up on the side of the bed, flicking Her long raven hair over Her shoulders with a broad smile fixed upon Her face as She did so.

A slight whimper was now to be heard emanating from some far off place, its source indiscriminate & strangely detached from the idyllic picture painted in the Ladies bedchamber. Lady Glory of course chose to ignore it for the moment for it was of no consequence to Her whatsoever, why should it have been anyway for nothing ever interfered with Her comfort or Her partaking of it. Trapped inside the heavy oak base of Her bed however, the poor unfortunate male specimen responsible for that whimper was living an entirely different viewpoint altogether, for he was suffering immeasurably in contrast to the leisurely activities She Herself enjoyed.

Compressed painfully as he was in such a manner as to be rigidly held below the mattress itself, the wretch inside had been permanently sealed within its heavy structure, his limbs cruelly removed at her bequest so as to save on space & his various orifices suitably plumbed into the bed in such a way that his bodily wastes were routed directly & conveniently to the normal drainage channels leaving the room. This entire arrangement had of course been one of Lady Glory’s own special designs, manufactured by the craftsmen that had been appointed to Her by the king himself. Such was Her importance & influence in the royal court.

It had been over a month now since the man had first been incarcerated for Her pleasure but She remembered the day She had had him brought up & put into the bed as though it were yesterday, how he had begged Her & screamed for Her not to be so cruel as to let him die the lonely death She had condemned him to beneath Her. His eyes had borne the look of the damned as She watched him finally resign to his cruel fate as they laid him effortlessly into the heavy iron & wood mechanism, before swiftly engaging the plumbing devices & then securing his writhing head into the special heavy satin head-sack which hung bizarrely from the upper oak framework making up the mattress support.

His eyes had positively pleaded with Her beforehand as She stood there watching them securing him in place, his satin enveloped head & face disappearing from view before the rest of the structure itself was bolted up permanently around his struggling, squirming body. All that was left then was to slowly lower the heavy top into place & nail it down, PERMANENTLY!

The very sight of it all happening had caused Lady Glory to cream Her underwear whilst the two guards stood by in silence, completely in awe of what they were now witnessing as the poor unfortunate wretch was sealed up alive for her ultimate pleasure.

It had been an unenviable fate for sure & yet still, this had only touched upon the levels of sadism that the Divine Lady Glory was capable of.

The moment She had risen from the bed today however, was the precise moment that the occupant within found his breathing a little more easier due to her having just removed the small flexible tube from the adapted crotch of Her underwear, which in turn fed directly through a section of her mattress & then onto the all encompassing, satin head-sack secured onto the poor mans head. This particularly cruel device had been yet another of Lady Glory’s sublime inventions designed to provide Her with pleasure at the suffering of another, for once installed inside the bed & attached to its bizarre plumbing, every breath he took created alternating negative & positive pressure as the satin bag upon his head ballooned & then deflated repeatedly.

The results of this action at the other end of the setup however were subtly different in that a small rubber flutter valve attached to the gusset of Lady Glory’s pure silk underwear, vibrated & moved up & down against Her clitoris once the nub of it had been inserted gently within Her. It was a most enjoyable experience for sure & one which She had been duly proud of, drifting into a relaxing sleep with gentle ministrations against ones sensitive female parts was exquisite to say the very least & to know that whilst this was happening, a living, breathing man was quite literally going insane & suffering horrendous torment to provide that pleasure made it all the more exquisite for Her. At this moment however he had been reprieved of course, at least for a while anyway!

his relief of course went completely unnoticed as always by Lady Glory who simply walked towards Her window & the balcony beyond it.

“What shall I do today”, She thought, “whom shall I torment down in the catacombs beneath Me”.

Lady Glory smiled at the thought of some poor, helpless miscreant squirming for Her pleasure, some low life beggar, murderer or other such unmissed wretch provided for Her cruel amusement by the Gaolers that oversaw them. This was the kind of pleasure that She lived for, to have their very lives within Her cruel grasp, in Her power as they begged for a mercy they knew deep down they would never ever receive.

It went without saying of course that She had already mercilessly despatched many of the prisoners below in a variety of cruel fashions so as to amuse Her increasingly sadistic needs, as the Kings official advisor, the monarch had granted Her the sole rights to do with them as She wished even to the point of taking their lives & those rights had not been wasted in the slightest, it was just as well that they continued to arrive on a daily basis!

Contemplating Her whims, She pondered over whether more of them would leave this world today for as a Goddess of course, it was Her whim & prerogative to either grant life, or quite simply take it away. It was just the way it was. Nobody would ever cry for the loss of such men as these & their passings would do little more than ensure many mind-blowing orgasms for the Woman who would ultimately be responsible for their invariably cruel demise as She selfishly pleasured Herself to their pain & suffering.

As it was though, yet another such miscreant had now made his presence heard via a low moan coming from just outside the window of Lady Glory’s bedchamber & in an instance, the furnace of Her wickedness began to flare once again as She wrapped Herself in Her flowing satin robe & glided towards the source of the moaning, like some bizarre angel of death intent on inflicting yet more torment upon some poor soul.

Pulling aside the rich, heavy drapes, the sight that presented itself was the same that had presented itself for almost two weeks now, a heavy gilded cage of wrought iron hung from a pulley set above the transom of the window frame, its crushed & pain wracked occupant upside down within & gawping like a fish out of water now as he glanced pleadingly into Lady Glory’s beautiful smiling face. The contrast was sublime of course, his exquisite suffering against Her relaxed & peaceful manner.

It was pointless to plead for mercy of course for She never acquiesced & he knew it, he could only moan now anyway since his tongue had long since been removed to prevent his cries awakening Her during the nights as he hung high above the moat around the castle within his ever decreasing cage. The cruel Woman had tormented him remorselessly of course in regards his tongue when they had cut it from his head, & She had cruelly made him watch as she inserted it entirely up into Her sex before dressing for Her day ahead & then leaving him to babble incoherently with his still warm tongue deep within Her insatiable vagina.

The cage that now held him prisoner though, was of course yet another of Lady Glory`s exquisite torture devices, a completely sealed & riveted affair constructed of two sliding telescopic halves, one within the other & joined from top to bottom by a long threaded screw attached to a handle conveniently placed within the grasp of Her hand.

“Why, what do we have here, a cretin for My amusement”, said Lady Glory in a tormenting, although rather sensual manner as She reached slowly for the handle at the cages bottom.

The man within of course shook his head in abject denial of what he knew was to come, his reddened, tear streaked eyes widening in horror as She ran her fingers across the shining metallic handle in a tormenting display of, shall I, shan`t I, whilst smiling sadistically. It was a forgone conclusion of course; She had turned the handle one turn every single day he had hung there outside in that cage & today would be no different.

Lady Glory paused briefly to lean towards the bars & gaze into the mans eyes enjoying the contrast of the act as She did so, he was in such pain, his body compacted down to half his standing height now & she was looking radiant & refreshed. The comparison fuelled Her furnace further & before long, Her juices were flowing once again as She relished in the mans utter & complete torment as She began to turn the handle slowly & effortlessly.

 

It aroused Her to think that by way of such an easy & innocuous turn of a handle, the man within the device could be made to suffer such pain at such little effort on Her part, it was just so perfect.

In an instance though, the turn of that handle had drawn the top half of the telescopic cage inexorably inwards yet again & in so doing, it had crushed the unfortunate babbling wretches body even further until his leg bones caused resistance to the mechanism before suddenly snapping to the accompaniment of a howl of pain from within the mans tortured larynx. For a moment, Lady Glory paused to enjoy his suffering, then reaching beneath Her robes; She drew down her knickers & promptly stuffed them forcibly into Her crying victims’ mouth so as to silence his cries further.

“Silence worm”, cried Lady Glory, “your cries will earn you nothing you know that, & besides don’t you know that it only pleases Me further to hear you suffer for Me”, She added, “your legs are of no use to you now anyway for you will not leave this cage alive” She added as She turned the handle yet again to drive home the point.

“By the time I’m done with you I’ll have you crushed to the size of a hat box”, said Lady Glory with a wicked laugh. “Perhaps I might even bury your body in one to prove the point”, She added with a laugh as She turned about in a swirl of luxurious satin to go back into Her boudoir & choose Her manner of dress for the day, leaving the suffering wretch hanging there as She had done every other day beforehand.

Chapter Two…

Walking through the doors & into the paved corridor leading down into the dungeons below the castle, Lady Glory paused to breathe in the heavy aroma of death & suffering that assailed Her senses upon Her entry. It was an aroma She knew very well for it had fuelled Her soul on many occasions already, this was the stuff of Her dreams, it made Her feel alive & She positively lived for it. Venturing further into the bowels of the place however, the cries of the males awaiting Her were like music to Her ears & as always, Her juices began flowing in response.

Turning the corner as the lighted torches illuminated Her path, She quickly came upon the wrought iron floor gratings set into the slabs with one or two imprisoned victims cramped into a huddled position beneath them. Immediately, their fingers protruded through the iron bars in a vain attempt to appease Her & gain mercy but Lady Glory simply crushed the wriggling digits firmly beneath Her heels as She walked on disdainfully & with no regard whatsoever to the pain She had just caused.

If it were any consolation though, the men beneath the floor had just breathed a sigh of relief amidst those cries at Her passing them by, for it meant that they would probably live another day & for that, they were truly grateful.

The fate of another however was not so favourable, for upon Her entry into one of the cells along the corridor, Lady Glory came upon one of the prisoners that had been prepared for Her pleasure beforehand by the guards. His body had been laid out upon a vicious looking rack, his arms & legs secured to the ratchet wheels & pulled taut to prevent any movement whatsoever. The moment he became aware of her arrival however was the moment his attention became riveted upon Her as She walked slowly & tormentingly around the rack to survey the prize laid out for Her whims.

The man was oriental, his torso covered in intricate fine line tattoo work of the most detailed & exquisite design. Thoughts of flaying the man alive soon preoccupied Lady Glory`s mind as She ran her fingers across his smooth chest in an almost loving manner. The secured male however could do little more than flinch to Her touch, his head lifting from the wooden bench as he cursed Her in some unknown tongue.

“Tut tut”, said Lady Glory, “such language, I have no idea what you are saying but I can only assume you aren’t paying Me a compliment”, She added as She walked slowly around the mans restrained form, casting regarding sideways glances down at him as She did so. Then She walked casually towards the far wall to fetch a wicked looking whip from where it hung upon a hook.

Again the oriental struggled to maintain eye contact with Her as She returned to his side, cursing Her once more upon seeing the whip in her hand. Lady Glory took no notice of course, She simply took hold of the large ratchet wheel near to his head & gave it two full turns clockwise to pull the mans shoulder joints almost from their sockets as he screamed in pain.

“Now you’ll stop cursing Me won’t you, you piece of shit”, said Lady Glory, “it’s time you learned that I call the shots around here & your job is to simply suffer for Me”, She added. “It’s really quite easy you know, you don’t even have to try since I will make it easy for you”, said the imperious, full figured Woman, “I will ensure that you suffer don’t you worry my little yellow man”, She added as She cracked the whip across his chest causing him to howl again in pain.

For a while She continued to lash him without remorse, teasing blood red welts across his arms & legs in the process, but refraining from marking the areas of skin sporting tattooed designs for some reason known only to Herself at this moment in time. A guard appeared briefly at the door as he screamed out repeatedly in pain but he quickly left after Lady Glory flashed him a stern look of disapproval. She never liked to be disturbed whilst She was having Her fun & today was no different of course. By the time She had finished with the whip however, the poor male on the rack was on the verge of unconsciousness due to the pain She had inflicted upon him.

Another turn of the ratchet wheel however brought him immediately back to reality as his upper arms popped out painfully from the corresponding shoulder joints, causing him excruciating pain as a result. Lady Glory simply smiled & bit slowly at Her lower lip as a wave of pleasure began building within Her nether regions to spread outwards to the accompaniment of a pleasurable sigh. The contrast was never more prevalent than at such times as these, a male in agony under her control whilst She was experiencing rapturous & orgasmic pleasure.

It was divine…….

Soon though, She had grown bored of this particular prisoners guttural cries & mutterings, She had orgasmed some five times now, Her loins clenching & unclenching in response to each pleasurable peak that She attained. Her unquenchable furnace of lust however needed more & this little man had already gone past the point of where he could cry & beg anymore as he fell silent to Her cruel ministrations, his body & will now broken completely. It was time to leave him now & move on, before She left him however She leaned across his pain wracked, sweating torso, Her long Raven silken hair trailing tentatively across his seared skin as She did so to torment him further with that which he could never hope to attain. Then She positioned Her face directly above his own to speak softly down to him.

“I have not finished with you yet my little yellow man”, said Lady Glory as She ran her fingertips gently but tormentingly across his chest. “But when I have, I think I will have you flayed alive & will keep your skin as a beautiful trophy”, She added. “Perhaps I will have the designs mounted in frames & displayed upon My wall in My bedchambers, or maybe I will have your hide fashioned into clothing. A beautiful skirt or perhaps some exquisite underwear that I will wear as a testament of your suffering to Me”, said Lady Glory.

“I shall see”, She added as She turned about & headed from the cell in search of further delights to quench Her unquenchable sadism.

Chapter 3…

Entering into the small compound, Lady Glory proceeded over towards one of the small alcoves set into the stone walls of the enclave, Her heels click clacking upon the stone flags to signal Her arrival to the poor man that had been manacled to the wall within it. His head hung downwards onto his chest, his arms bearing his full body weight upon them through the manacles that had now cut into his flesh as his body cried out silently for some form of sustenance. He hadn’t eaten for over a week now & he had only had the barest minimum of fluids to keep him alive & yet despite this, his torment continued on for Her cruel amusement.

She had tormented this particular prisoner endlessly already of course but now, it seemed as though his poor beaten body had all but given up the fight, & now She was back again!

This alcove was identical of course to a number of others running the entire perimeter of the compound itself, some were open & sporting vases & other adornments, others were completely bare but only this one contained a victim. Lady Glory smiled & then moved to stand directly before it, then She reached forwards to take hold of the mans head by his hair & yank it hard backwards into contact with the wall until She could gaze upon his face. He opened his eyes only once, then he moaned & allowed them to close once again as any strength left within him simply faded away, much to Lady Glory’s disgust. She had hoped to gain a little more sport from this one & had even made a bet with Madame Oguna that he would last for an entire two weeks.

The wretch had barely made it past the week, it was pitiful. Again She lifted his head & then spat full force into his face before clawing at his naked chest with Her nails to leave red trailing marks across it, then She called to one of the Gaolers & awaited his arrival, Her hands placed sternly upon Her ample hips as She smiled in at the wreck of a human being now presented to Her.

Immediately the Gaoler arrived, Lady Glory instructed him forthwith on what She required to be done with the prisoner.

“Have this alcove sealed up”, She said, her voice tinged now with pure, unadulterated spite. The Gaoler simply stared into it confused, then back at the imperious Woman commanding his services.

“M’Lady?”, he said questioningly. “I’m not sure i understand what You’re asking”, he added shifting nervously in his stance as he stood there.

“Seal it up!”, shouted Lady Glory, “Brick up the alcove, I want this pitiful excuse for a human being walled up alive”, She hollered as the man in the alcove suddenly forced himself to muster up the last remaining energy within him.

“P-p-lease”, he cried in a soft broken voice, “please n-no”, he added as his eyes lolled about erratically within his head. The Gaoler looked on as the man proceeded to beg Her to reprieve him from the horrific fate She had just decided upon but Lady Glory simply smiled & then turned Her attention again to the Gaoler.

“Well”, She said in a seductive tone of voice, “I do believe you have work to do”, She added.

“You want me to wall the prisoner up M’Lady?”, asked the Gaoler, “I want you to wall the prisoner up ALIVE Gaoler”, said Lady Glory, “and what’s more, I want to watch you do it”, She added, Her loins already twitching now at the cruel, sadistic notion of it all. The confusion upon the face of the Gaoler however remained as the few brain cells in his head wrestled to understand the mechanics of what She was truly asking him to do.

 “Beg pardon M’Lady, for how long is the incarceration to continue?”, said the Gaoler.

Lady Glory simply laughed at the mans question, then She turned Her attention back to the alcove & the poor, helplessly trapped man within it as he attempted unsuccessfully to stand within the constraints of the chains & manacles holding him rigidly against its rear wall.

“Well, I want you to use proper masonry of course, granite blocks & permanent cement, just as you would if you were building me a wall in the gardens”, said Lady Glory. “I want it to stand the test of time of course”, She added with a wicked smile.

“Very well M’Lady”, said the Gaoler turning about, “but with all that it’ll not be at all easy to take the wall down again when his time is up”, he added missing the point entirely.

Lady Glory screwed Her face up at the mans stupidity, She had spelt it out clearly enough & yet still he wasn’t understanding, in utter annoyance at this She turned Her attention towards his retreating form, then She cleared it up once & for all.

“You stupid oaf, I don’t want the alcove unbricked, it is to be permanent, I want this prisoner walled up alive for all eternity”, said Lady Glory, “that means permanently, do you understand me now you fool”, She added.

“Er, um….yes M’Lady, right away M’Lady……I’ll fetch the materials”, said the Gaoler as he stumbled out awkwardly through the entrance way leading into the compound, whilst Lady Glory moved slowly nearer to the unfortunate wretch in the alcove with a look of pure spite forming upon Her lovely face. She then reached out with Her delicately manicured fingers to gently run them almost lovingly across his cheek to collect a forming tear as it fell.

“Poor boy”, She said tauntingly, “walled up forever in My dungeon, a fitting reward for your insolence & inability to please Me sufficiently in your suffering”, She added. “I shall therefore take that pleasure from you Myself as I watch your fate unfold, it will arouse Me to see you suffer in there as they brick you up….ALIVE”, said Lady Glory venomously. She then reached up under Her long skirts to remove a pair of fine silk underwear from upon Her person before dangling them teasingly in front of the poor crying mans face.

“You want these do you?”, said Lady Glory laughing, “you want to smell my pleasure & arousal?”, She added as She slipped them deftly over the mans head to arrange the soiled gusset directly across his nose & mouth. “Am I not merciful”?, said Lady Glory, “am I not giving?”

The man simply glubbed uselessly in response, his wrists contorting against the steel manacles as he fought vainly to evade the sticky succulence now permeating his mouth & nasal cavities whilst struggling to breathe through the fetid, heavy silk of Lady Glory’s underwear. “You will die in there with the scent of My arousal invading your senses, what a lucky prisoner you are”, said Lady Glory with another cruel laugh, “and as you are walled up alive for My pleasure, I will finger Myself to your suffering…..it will be your parting gift to Me”, She added.

“Now thank Me”, said Lady Glory as Her expression turned from one of pleasant accord to one of hatred & scorn. “Thank Me for allowing you to die with My beautiful, expensive knickers ensconced upon your head”, She added whilst taking one of the mans nipples in between Her fingers & twisting it harshly causing him to scream out in pain.

“Aaaaargh!….Nooooo please!”, he cried as She continued to twist & wrench at his flesh without remorse. “What do you say little man, come on now, what do you say”, said Lady Glory Her face now taking on a more pleasurable countenance as his suffering fired the furnace of Her lust once more.

“I-I- th-thank…you!”, cried the man through gritted teeth, “th-thaank you”, he added in a pitiful broken voice.

“you’re welcome”, said Lady Glory, “it’s the very least I can do for you, you ridiculous worthless wretch”, She added as She finally released the mans nipple to turn about & move away whilst the Gaoler reappeared with a sizable wheeled barrow & some large granite blocks.

Chapter 4…..

It had taken some forty or so minutes of Lady Glory’s time now for the Gaoler to mix up the masonry cement & begin cementing the alcove closed with the pre-quarried blocks & the height of the wall that now covered the mans writhing, manacled form had now risen almost to the top as he was slowly sealed up alive within the cold stone tomb that would now become his final resting place. Whilst the light within that tomb began to grow darker, the chained victim within became more & more agitated as he realised now that She truly meant to do this. A part of him of course had hoped that it had been an elaborate ruse designed to inflict fear into him & drive his enthusiasm to please, but no this was real, this was very real!

Lady Glory of course had simply taken one of the seats opposite to watch events unfold, Her hand now deep in amongst the raised folds of Her long heavy satin skirts as She manipulated Her clitoris towards orgasm after orgasm whilst watching the cruel spectacle unfold. It was an exquisite scene to be overseeing for looking within the rapidly diminishing alcove, She could still see the man struggling uselessly against the heavy iron manacles & chains holding him helplessly to the rear wall of course, his placement far enough away from the new wall now to prevent him from kicking at it or dislodging it whilst the cement fully hardened in place.

He continued to cry out however as though he were suddenly & inexplicably filled with a renewed vigour, gone was his previous weakness & unwillingness to please, his begging & pitiful crying serving only to arouse Lady Glory all the more now as She continued to delve Her fingers into Her soaking vagina. As for the Gaoler of course, he knew better than to watch Her taking Her pleasure & he concentrated solely on the job in hand, which was walling up the prisoner for Her pleasure.

Each new block added, both increased Her own pleasure & the poor prisoners suffering as his incarceration within the walls of the castle became more & more complete until finally, only his face showed through the remaining space that would soon be filled with the last stone block. At this point, Lady Glory removed her hand from beneath Her skirts, then She stood & walked over to the almost complete wall. The Gaoler of course stepped aside, his body hunched slightly through the exertion of carrying out the feat of building the wall in the first place.

Lady Glory said nothing at all upon Her arrival; She simply looked in through the hole at the struggling man within, a smile fixed upon Her face as She contemplated his suffering before reaching down for the trowel lying upon the trestle nearby. Then She slowly loaded it up with cement & began laying it upon the sides of the hole remaining before then picking up the last block & holding it up to space.

It was an incredible moment, Lady Glory’s nether regions had gone into involuntary contraction now due to the strength of Her arousal over what She was about to do & the pitiful cries of the poor unfortunate trapped in the alcove only served to increase Her heightening pleasure even more so.

“Oh you poor thing you”, said Lady Glory in a tormenting tone of voice, “I wonder how long you will last in there, still, hopefully not too long huh?”, She added as She slowly slid the remaining block into place to settle it & then run more cement around the sides to finish the job to perfection. Then She placed the trowel back down onto the trestle as the dumbfounded Gaoler looked on.

“What are you gawping at”, snapped Lady Glory in response, “I’m sure you have things to do don’t you”, She added acidically. “Yes, M’Lady, yes of course”, said the Gaoler as he scurried off. “Well then get to them & don’t you interfere with this wall do you understand, I will be checking later to make sure you haven’t”, said Lady Glory as the man disappeared out through the door.

Within the alcove however, the poor wretch was now completely alone with only the sound of his own laboured breathing for company in the pitch dark of his tomb, his cries & pleas for mercy had been in vain, nobody would come & save him now or release him from the hell that Lady Glory had just seen fit to impose upon him. Outside of his suffering though, a smiling Lady Glory had Her ear pressed up against the wall in an attempt to hear him squirm. The rattle of chains & manacles & the brief sound of moaning however was the only thing She now heard as She turned away……… LAUGHING!

Chapter 5…..

With all the confidence of an aristocrat, Lady Glory entered the main banquet hall of the castle, the long full satin skirts of Her expensive lilac coloured gown flowing behind Her & Her awesome cleavage enhanced & on show now due to the push up effect of its tightly laced bodice. The arrangements of course had already been passed & put into motion for tonight there was to be a Women only feast in Her honour that would be attended by many of those She considered Her best friends.

From France, Mademoiselle Constance Devere of course would be there, as would the Lady Sorcha Her lesbian companion. Countess Wilhemina & Frau Ziegman of course would represent the teutonic states & dignitaries from the world over, both major & minor had been invited to the soirée also. All were Women of influence & of high standing, all had a lust for cruelty & Lady Glory had of course personally seen fit to ensure that every whim of these guests would be catered for to the extreme, & that slaves would be assigned to each from the dungeons below in order to make certain that this was so.

This would also be an excellent time for Her to try out many of the new devices that She had devised since the last banquet She held, these had been made by one of the craftsmen in the nearby village & each of them quite literally had to be seen to be believed. Devices of the most ingenious cruelty imaginable designed as they were to inflict unimaginable pain & suffering whilst the person using or operating them was afforded the maximum comfort possible.

One of Her favourites of course had been the thrones, these had been designed as smaller replicas of the kings own but each had been fabricated to hold a prisoner pretty much permanently within it in much the same way as the design of Her bed. Each one of the unfortunate occupants condemned to a life within these cruel devices had suffered painful alterations to their bodies of course, their limbs cruelly removed & their necks broken & fixed into a ninety degree angle to the rest of their bodies.

The real cruelty of these thrones however was in the fact that each of these prisoners, once installed were forced to suffer the indignity of having their faces heavily sat upon for prolonged periods of time by whoever might be using the throne, for their faces were fixed level into the cushioned seating surfaces for the pleasure of the Lady seated therein.

Lady Glory had of course personally tested each of the subsequent designs many times already & it had taken quite a while to finally perfect the thrones to Her exacting requirements. Further alterations had been required along the way of course before they were ready, for example, it was imperative that the Lady seated was completely comfortable & did not have to keep moving in order to achieve that. It was also of the greatest importance that She didn’t have to go to the trouble of lifting every now & then in order to keep the damn prisoner alive within it, so that little problem had eventually been solved by way of a tube inserted into the victims throat that would enable them to breath when their normal breathing apparatus was, let us say…..covered!

After all, what good would a chair have been if its user couldn’t remain seated for as long as She saw fit to do so? It would have been preposterous for them to have kept rising throughout a meal & even more preposterous if She had to keep checking to ensure Her chair were still alive!!

Early tests of this creation had of course highlighted many points that needed to be addressed & Lady Glory had gone to great lengths to fine tune the overall design. Teeth of course had been a problem in the first ones, prisoners tended to bite at Her sensitive vaginal regions when She sat upon them so in consequences to this, the next ones were installed minus their teeth. Tongues however remained intact; they had their uses of course….

To be continued...