Diplomacy Gone Wrong [M/F][Rape][Torture][BDSM][Kidnapping]

Awakening on her seventh day of capture, or what felt like her seventh day of capture, Vernilia still couldn’t comprehend her predicament. As a princess and sole heir to the throne of Kragalla, she expected a certain level treatment, even as a prisoner. Certainly she expected to be at least fed regularly and have access to water or wine. Being chained to the ceiling, her feet not touching the ground, while the cold iron of the manacles dug into her wrists. Left to relive herself in her own clothes and what they didn’t catch simply hitting the floor below her.

Time was hard to keep track of time during the winters of the northern wastes. Where the sun sets and doesn’t rise for another 4 months. There was but a single path that led up the mountains, a path completely blocked by snow and ice. Unpassable until it thaws in the spring. Vernilia’s captors had made it threw the pass, on the last day of light, moments before the sun set. There was no way the royal guard would be able to continue pursuit and depending on how far they were behind them, may have perished in the snow storm. Vernilia could see the flickering light of a torch causing an outline of the door to the hut to glow. The light grew brighter until the door opened and a lone man entered.

As the door closed Vernilia commanded, “release me at once.”

The man let out a hearty laugh, his full reddish brown beard parting around his lips as he replied, “that’s going to be a no.”

Vernilia was not used being to refused as she told the strange man, “I am Vernilia, Heir to the throne and your princess. In the absence of my father I speak with the authority of your king! You will release me right now!”

The man went to the end of the room, lighting a fireplace as he said, “You’re fathers authority ended at the bottom of the pass. Something you lot should have remembered before demanding we pay you taxes. You overreached your authority and threatened us with retribution for refusing. Being the sole heir, you are privy to battle plans. Plans you will be telling to me.”

The warm glow of the fire revealing the bags under her eyes as she replied, “I will be doing no such thing.”

Turning back to her, Vernilia was able to see the man was at least in his 50’s as he claimed, “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Vernilia was about to speak but closed her mouth as the man motioned around the hut. For the first time she had a view of her chambers. Below her was a metal pan the drained into the a pipe in the ground, where her excess waste was going. There was an additional chain and manacle on either side of her and implements all around her. Though certainly not the implements of torture she expected.

Immediately recognizing a few of the items, others Vernilia could only guess their use. She saw the riding crops, phallic shapes made of glass and metal. She also saw the floggers made of leather and chains of various thickness as well as the canes made of different materials, not knowing what they were for. What she didn’t see where the paddles or dozens of clothes pins behind her. The man moved towards her and she kicked at him defiantly. She learned about sex as part of her tutelage but was forbidden from engaging in such acts until the night of her marriage.

Knocking her foot the side, causing the chains to rattle the man struck Vernilia across the face with a closed fist as he told her, “we’ll have none of the missy. This is going to happen unless you tell me what I want.”

Crying from the force of the impact Vernilia looked at the man with contempt and kicked at him again. Being struck again, Vernilia could already feel the bruises start to welt on her cheeks. Pulling out a knife the man cut her once elegant dress off of her, leaving her in only her undergarments. A fine lace corset and a pair of previously plain, but now well soiled panties was all that stood between her naked form and her attacker.

The man moved behind her and Vernilia let out a yelp as he ran the knife over the strings of her corset. A part of her knew he wasn’t carving into her flesh, but the sensation felt he was. He certainly wasn’t being as gentle as she was accustomed. In fact the only time she ever felt pain or discomfort from another person was when she was being punished for behavior unbecoming her station. With a hard yank the corset was ripped from her chest, letting her small 18 year old breasts fall free for the world to see. She felt her long black hair touch the bare skin of back and desperately worked against the chains to try and cover her chest.

Vernilia’s panties were yanked down below her knees and fell into the chamber pot below her. Her naked ass red and rashed from neglect and being trapped with filth. Her stark black pubic hair was matted and tangled over her mound, kept in place for days in the urine soaked crotch of her panties. Underneath the hair her mound was red and sore just as much as her butt was. She heard the man put away his knife before returning in front of her. He shook his head and grabbed a bucket before heading back outside. Returning a moment later, the bucket filled with freshly fallen snow, the man placed the bucket over the fire.

As it melted over the fire, the snow descended into the bucket filling it with water. The man stared in the bucket, sharpening his knife, watching the snow melt into water, and then begin to steam. Once it was hot enough he took the bucket and a course brush over to Vernilia. He grabbed one of her legs and locked a shackle just over her ankle, followed by her other leg. Pulling on chains attached to the shackles, her legs were spread despite her trying to keep them closed, until her feet were above her head. He grabbed a stool and placed it down right in front of her twat and slammed the bucket down.

Dipping the brush into the water the man and began scrubbing around her ass and pussy forcefully as he said, “The names Muirios by the way.”

Vernilia groaned in pain as she asked, “why would I care what your name is?”

“No woman should birth a child without first knowing the name of the father,” Muirios said flatly.

“I’m not pregnant you dimwit,” Vernilia berated her captor.

Shoving two fingers into her dry cunt as far as he could reach despite her screams, Muirios pushed down causing her to pivot so he could look her in the eye as informed Vernilia, “not yet.”

Muirios’s words sent a chill down Vernilia’s spine causing her to tremble. Just as quickly as he had put them inside her, Muirios ripped his fingers out of her twat and went back to scrubbing. Every motion of the brush was agony, like ripping off her skin a layer at a time, leaving her raw. If she had to guess she was being cleaned with a horse brush. Which from her perspective was the most humiliating thing that has every happened to her, even more than being impregnated against her will. Suddenly it dawned on her. She had yet to be wed. Yet to make love. Yet to produce an heir. If she was forced to carry until term, the child, despite being a bastard, would have a better claim to the throne than any other child she would ever have.

Struggling against the chains until her muscles ached and she couldn’t move anymore, Muirios chuckled as he said, “those chains are cold rolled steel girly. Fifteen of your fathers strongest men couldn’t break ’em.”

Vernilia struggled again desperately trying to prove Muirios wrong in vain as she heard his knife unsheathe before he told her, “You might want to calm down. It would be such a shame if you get cut and start to bleed before the fun starts.”

Frozen in place, Vernilia stammered, “No… none of thi.. this is fun,” before spitting at Muirios.

The saliva arced up and landed on her stomach as Muirios scraped the edge of the knife across her tight raw skin. The hair of her mound being cut off and scaped into the bucket with every pass until all traces of her bush around her cunt and ass were gone. Luckily she was able to hold still enough to not get cut open. Though for a brief moment she considered trying jerk her body hoping it would kill her. Saving her from the indignity of what was to come. But she couldn’t. She knew there was still a chance that she would be rescued in the spring. Still a chance that the bastard child would be executed as soon as she was wed and produced a true heir to the throne. That hope kept her going.

With her skin now hair free and the totality of Vernilia’s naked body there for anyone who walks in to see, Muirios took the bucket outside. The cold air blowing in from the open door feeling like a thousand tiny icicles stabbing into the flesh around her sex while he dumped the bucket and filled it back up with snow. Heating it back up like before he closed the door and dumped it over her crotch. The hot water hitting her and feeling like she was being boiled alive caused her to scream.

Muirios set the bucket down and traced a finger around her sex as he said, “I’ll give you one last chance to tell me what I want to know.”

Vernilia looked at Muirios, tears in her eyes pleading, “please. Please don’t do this.”

“How many soldiers does your father have at his command,” Muirios asked.

“Please don’t. Please don’t force yourself on me,” Vernilia begged.

“Answer me,” Muirios commanded, grabbing her clit between his thumb and forefinger and twisting it hard.

Vernilia screamed in pain as continued, “I can’t… please… please don’t do this. I can’t… I can’t tell you. It would be treason.”

“Very well then,” Muirios sighed, “I wonder if you’ll give me another son or a daughter.”

Tears streaming down Vernilia’s face as she squirmed unconsciously at Muirios’s touch. His fingers gently rubbing the lips between her legs and circling her clit. Letting out a small moan she deeply regretted, Muirios teased her clit with his thumb and parted her labia. She knew it was wrong. She knew she shouldn’t be touched like this unless she is married and it was by her husband. She knew it was against her will and should not feel like this. She also knew his touch was amazing. He exactly where to nudge and press and rub to get her going.

Vernilia felt damp in her crotch knowing she was wet, having touched herself before. Though at the time she was in her chambers and was subsequently caught by her mother and punished for it. Never feeling the pleasure of sexual stimulation since then she couldn’t believe how good it felt. If this was torture she wanted more. If Muirios thought this could force her to betray her kingdom. To betray the throne and her family. To betray her father, well then Muirios was going to be in for a surprise.

Little did Vernilia know that she was in for a much rougher ride. That the only reason Muirios was giving her pleasure was for what comes next. As soon as her clit was engorged and poking slightly from its sheath and could be seen through labia, the pleasure ended. Muirios stopped when he saw it and walked towards the wall. Vernilia was about to ask him why he didn’t finish her when she realized he never was. This wasn’t going to be a night of pleasures she had only dreamed of. Instead it would be a night of pain she couldn’t even imagine.

Grabbing one of the riding crops, Muirios positioned himself in front of Vernilia. Reaching back and swing down as hard as he could, lunging into the strike, the crop struck her clit with a loud crack like a whip. The only thing that could be heard besides the repeated strikes against her was her screams from each one. Over and over again she felt the sting of the crop as it dug into her. Her face red from being struck, her eyes puffy from crying, and snot bubbles leaking down the side of her face from the pain.

Unrelentingly Muirios continued to beat her clit, providing Vernilia with an inconsequential amount of pleasure compared to massive amount of pain. Only stopping once her lips next to her clit had been beaten and bruised enough to swell up so it was no longer visible. Muirios grabbed one of the clothes pins and pinched the swollen labia together eliciting another scream before using the clothes pin to keep it shut. He pushed his fingers deep into her pussy working them in and out. Despite how she was acting, or how she felt, her body was keeping her prepped for sex. Something she had no control over, but felt ashamed of nonetheless.

Muirios walked around her legs, grabbing one of Vernilia’s nipples with his fingers when it came into reach. He twisted it as much as he could and kept it locked in his fingers as he walked around her twisting it further. Not letting go until his arm touched hers, he repeated this to her other nipple. Grabbing one of the harder leather paddles, Muirios gave her tits the same workout as her clit. Beating them repeatedly, and watching the goosebumps on her soft pale flesh get redder after every strike. Then the red faded to yellowish bruising and finally to the bluish black of deep bruising. Finishing off each tit with a clothespin on each nipple as well as a few more around the breasts for good measure.

Vernilia was just a drooling mess by this point, her mind broken from the pain she had endured so far. Nothing in her life could have possibly prepared her this. She was completely drained mentally, physically, and emotionally from her treatment. Her screams had long since turned whimpers. She was vaguely aware of the fingers that were now in her mistreated royal pussy. The muscles of her twat gripping and sucking onto the intruders. Her hips gyrated at the feeling and a moan left her lips. Despite the pain that she was still in, the pleasure center of brain was still primed for input as she was jarred back into reality from a small orgasm.

Shortly after the fingers were removed, Vernilia felt her cunt get suddenly filled by something very thick, very cold, and very hard. Muirios had pushed in a 5 inch solid brass dildo, breaking her hymen. A small amount of blood trickled out of her deflowered pussy. Gasping for breath from the sudden intrusion she began to feel something pushing at her anus as well. Something just as cold and hard, but less thick, though it felt huge against her untouched backdoor. Muirios pulled the brass cock out of her pussy and replaced it with the thinner brass dildo. He got it nice and lubed up with her own juices and pushed it against her backdoor again.

“Noooo,” Vernilia screamed, “not there. Please not there.”

“You don’t get a say anymore girly,” Muirios chuckled.

Vernilia begged, “no. Please no. Only peasants and whores do that. Not there. Please no.”

“You’re nothing more than a common whore here,” Muirios explained to her.

With a final push the brass dildo broke through Vernilia’s sphincter and into her anus. Breathing heavily from the pain, no longer able to cry, she felt it being worked deeper inside her. Once it was fully inside her, she felt the first one pierce into her twat again. She felt so full, like she was going to be ripped in two. As the dildo filled her pussy the one in her ass was pushed out a bit. What she couldn’t see was that they had a handle that was much thicker to stop it from going all the way in. Which is what let Muirios hit the end of it with a paddle and it not disappear inside her.

Vernilia yelped from the impact forcing the dildo in her ass back in to the hilt. As it was driven in, the dildo in her pussy pushed out slightly. Another smack of the paddle and it was pushed back in. This continued for several minuets, one being forcefully hit in with a paddle, causing the other to be pushed out. The pain eventually gave way to pleasure as muscles relaxed around the dildos. Towards the end her legs were shaking and pussy was tightening. Toes curling for an impending orgasm before it was ripped from her. Seeing the signs, Muirios stopped hitting the dildos and stopped touching her in any way. As she relaxed and struggled, wanting to get off, practically begging for it with her body, he let that orgasm die inside her, never coming to fruition.

While Vernilia was dry sobbing from not being allowed to have this one moment of release in what seemed like hours of torture, Muirios pulled the dildos from her cunt and tossed them aside. They hit the soft floor with an audible thud and he headed over to the collection of a floggers. Looking them over he grabbed one of the chain floggers and moved back in front of Vernilia. With an upward motion he whipped the metal chains of the flogger across her ass cheeks. The metal digging into her flesh and leaving little cuts across her ass cheeks, thighs, and back. Each swing leaving more little cuts until small drops of blood hit the floor below her.

When he was satisfied with his work, Muirios lowered her down a bit, leveling Vernilia’s cunt slightly below his cock. He pulled his massive 9 inch prick from his pants. She let out a loud squeal as he pulled the clothes pins off one by one, letting the blood flow back into those places. Grabbing her waist with one hand and prick with the other he pushed the tip inside her eager twat. She let out a loud moan feeling it stretch her more than the brass dildo. Gripping her waist with his other hand he pulled her all the onto his cock. Shoving all 9 inches inside. Deeper than anything or anyone had ever been inside her. The tip battering against her cervix.

Letting Vernilia slide back down Muirios rammed into her again, as another moan left her lips. Despite how the shackles were digging into her, she couldn’t deny how great his cock felt inside her. Each pounding thrust ramming against her cervix. Her bruised and battered labia dragging along his shaft and rubbing against her sore clit. She was moaning louder and louder, her legs starting to shake once more. With her toes curling, Muirios leaned forward, picking up the pace and wrapped his fingers around her throat.

She was so close, but the darkness was closing in on Vernilia’s eyes. Darker and darker, her vision narrowed with Muirios pounding into fresh fertile cunt. Her pussy still flowered and only once rubbed until earlier today. She was just about to cum when she blacked out and Muirios let throat go. While she wasn’t conscious for it, her body went through an amazing orgasm. Her legs shaking. Her pussy contracting around him becoming even tighter. Her juices dripping out of her.

Vernilia only came to once her orgasm had long faded. She was still being ravaged by Muirios’s massive cock, feeling another orgasm already forming. He seemed to be getting bigger inside her with each passing second. His balls were boiling and his sack was tightening as he was getting close to filling her up. Her pussy contracting once more, her thighs quivering. Her still sore and gaping ass closing and opening. Letting out a guttural moan she squeezed tight on his cock, her womb begging to be filled.

With one final push, Muirios’s cock rocketed into Vernilia’s cervix. With his tip pressed against the entrance to her womb he grunted and shot his load directly into it. Rope after rope of thick sticky cum shot out inside her. The gooey cum filling up her baby cradle and pushing into her twat. Once he finished unloading he let her down. Too tired to try and escape she let him him put a locked collar around her neck and drag her back to his shack. It was there her chain was attached the bed in case Muirios wanted to use her again.

The End.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zcuyjs/diplomacy_gone_wrong_mfrapetorturebdsmkidnapping