What happened?
Let's look back to the moment when the Father came to Claire in her dungeon.
Father Montoja strode towards the young woman with a whip in his hand, and Claire suspected the worst at the sight of him. Montoja refrained from another rape for the time being, instead he spoke to her in a calm tone" Well heretic this will be your last evening here in this castle, the lords can hardly wait to see you suffer under my instruments of torture. "I will start with your shapely breasts, beat them, squeeze them and finally slowly sear them with red-hot irons, very slowly until you go mad with pain, then I will turn to your pussy". The gentlemen have paid a lot of money to see you suffer, they should get to see something in return, your ordeal will drag on for hours until you are just a lump of flesh with nothing left of the graceful beauty. "Now my love one last time I will possess your body, I will enjoy your soft mouth one last time before I slowly send you to Satan. Go on your knees with you show me one last time what a godforsaken strumpet you are". With a loud crash, the priest closed the dungeon door and strode towards Claire completely naked. She clasped her hands in front of her breasts to hide her nakedness and then hissed at the priest "What else do you want to do to me, I was tortured, raped several times and now you want to torture me to death, what a sick soul lives inside you, Claire's words had a little effect and Montoja took out his whip and hit Claire several times lightly on her shoulders and thighs. "How dare you tell me about the faith, I'll whip the flesh off your body if you don't obey me now.
"I can do anything with a bitch like you and I will prove it to you very soon!" replied the Father, with these words the man put on his inquisition hood and pushed her forward towards the bars of the cell.
"There!" he said to the young woman, pointing to a table that stood close to the wall. His angry voice, the violence he expressed with his gestures and the flame of the torch were already reason enough for Claire not to contradict him. She did as she was told and sat down on the table while he put the torch in a holder and approached her with a rope he had taken from his pocket.
"No! Please, no! Don't tie me up! Don't do it!"
But the tears and futile attempts to escape were worth nothing. Montoja tied her wrists to two rings hanging on the wall so that her arms were wide open, then repeated the same for her lower limbs, securing her ankles to the same rings in the wall. Claire struggled like a caged animal, her thighs obscenely spread and her anus and vulva wide open, exposed to each new ravishment. Even if the man was a priest, it was all too obvious that the revenge he wanted to take on Claire's body was sexual in nature.
Eyes widening in shock, she saw him pull a long black truncheon with a distinctive shape from a back pocket covered by his coat.
"Now I'm going to show you why they call me the Black Priest."
Claire cried out loudly, "Oh my God! What are you going to do with that? Nooooo! Please, no! NO!!!"
Montoja let the big black leather truncheon slide into his hand in a manner reminiscent of the obscene sight of male masturbation. He held the cudgel close to her eyes, which widened in shock, and grinned wickedly.
Guess where I'm about to stick this beautiful stick .... Your open and slightly tilted ass is just in the ideal position to get it all the way in ... . "
Claire replied almost hysterically "Please don't! NOOO !!! This thing is going to kill me! It's too big! It's huge!"
"Bullshit! Those twelve inches are nothing for a whore's ass like you! You were always so proud . Now I'll give you a good reason to keep your back straight! But maybe that club is too dry for the walls of your little ass when they're still full of your African lovers' cum. Maybe we could make it a little wetter and slicker to make it easier on your rectum, what do you think? You licked the coloured man's cock so well, let's see how you cope! "
And determinedly he brought the rod to her mouth. Claire lowered her eyes and turned her head away in disgust.
"Well, slut, I'll stick it up your ass the way you see it, dry and hard! I'm sure you'll scream like a banshee when he digs into your ass like a mole!"
"No, please, no! I want! I do! You win!" Claire sobbed, regretting her gesture of rebellion. With a cruel smile, the priest held the cudgel in front of her face again and she hurried to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. Montoja enjoyed holding the truncheon under her nose for a while, letting it run over her outstretched tongue and pining for it. The woman's show of humiliation was complete, but the priest was undeterred by her submission: he temporarily pulled the staff away from the prisoner's face and enjoyed watching her chase the big black leather-covered truncheon with her mouth. He held the shaft a few inches from her mouth, forcing her to stick out the tip of her tongue to wet the object of her next ravishment, like a vulgar whore full of lust and out of control.
"You like that, don't you, you dirty little girl! I bet you're already getting wet between your thighs at the idea of filling your ass with this gigantic tool .... Oh yeah, it's just like I
"It would be a shame to waste all that pleasure coming out of your cunt and smearing that beautiful toy of yours. The Scots are known to be frugal and I'm sure their women don't waste leftover spices in the pot either. And in any case, nothing will be thrown away, because then that big key will slide into your tight back lock better! ... " and with these words he brought the large tip of the cane to the lips of her sex and forced it in with cruel determination. Claire screamed, but no one could hear her and no one came to her aid. The penetration was painful and brutal and Montoja, having violated the vagina four or five centimetres, began to twist the cane in the narrow channel as he moved it back and forth with brutal force. Claire's body shook and swayed with each thrust as she continued to cry out in pain and shame. The slow and continuous movement of the club didn't take long to build up a strong arousal in her that she was ashamed of, while her tormentor laughed heartily at her next defeat.
The sound of the rod touching the slimy walls of her vagina filled the small cell, punctuated by the woman's moans and sobs. When the cudgel finally came out all shiny from the feminine fluids with which it was soaked, Claire felt the cold presence of her fat on the wide-open and defenceless perineum, and immediately afterwards on the contracted hole of the anus. She cried out as she felt the tighter, more sensitive opening being forced from her, and at that moment Montoja stopped.
"Do you know, slut, that your naked body, your wet cunt and your cries reawaken a certain feeling in me?"
"Now I'm going to untie you ..."
"Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!"
"And then you're going to fuck yourself in the ass with this well-lubricated tool!"
"NOOOO !!!!"
"You decide! Either like this or I'll use it and you can be sure I'll have no mercy and won't stop until I see you enjoying it. I hear you are good at enjoying with your ass!"
"Alright! All right! I'm going to do it! I'll do it!" Retorted the woman, sobbing in defeat.
"I was sure you would volunteer. By now I know how slutty you are inside. You just need an excuse to keep up appearances of your stupid aristocratic pride, but without your nice clothes and airs, you're just a street whore . "
He quickly untied her and threw her to the ground. She immediately tried to give her brutish kitten some relief, but he stopped her.
"No little hands on your pussy, you dirty bitch! Do what I told you if you don't want me to think about it personally."
Slowly, the woman got on all fours and obeyed: she guided the rounded tip of the cane over her asshole after opening the narrow slit that divided her buttocks as wide as she could.
"So, you dirty bitch, are you going to enjoy it? I don't have all day to lose!"
"Please! Please! Mercy! I can't do it! It's too big! Too big!"
"I get it! If you want a good job, you have to do it yourself. I knew you didn't have confidence in yourself, you enjoy feeling that big stick in your ass too much and you want to enjoy it a little at a time, but I don't have time to waste! "
At these words Claire multiplied the enthusiasm it took to temper her rectum with strokes, and she too began to twist her wrist left and right as Randall had done in her vagina moments before. And with the force of desperation, she finally felt the lower wall of her colon begin to become tender and fiery. Her tight bowels contracted around the rod, which now moved in and out with great ease, while her anus relaxed and widened, eventually causing her less pain but certainly little pleasure. And finally her rectum filled with a rush of unbridled excitement that immediately spread to the nearby vaginal canal. The clit swelled, even without being touched, as did the nipples that rubbed against the dirty floor of the cell. And suddenly Claire's hand could no longer continue the steady, accelerating movement of the club inside her body. The rectum closed around the leathery walls of the club, squeezing them as if in a delicious and agonising grip. A long moan, which then became a scream and then a whisper, punctuated only by her sobs, passed her lips as she felt a gush of vaginal juices wet her thighs and her body lost all energy. With her eyes closed, she vaguely felt the club emerge from her rectum, driven by the contractions that still shook her body, and the object clattered to the floor. Then, unable to move a muscle, she felt Montoja's brutal grip as he grabbed first one wrist, then the other, and tied it to her ankles.
"This way you won't be tempted to run away or bang your head against the wall. It would be a real shame if you deprived us of your fun company now, milady hot ass! ..."
"As a farewell to your worthless life, I'm going to fuck you really hard in the mouth one more time, open your mouth slut!"
Claire reluctantly obeyed, Montoja held his penis in front of the young woman's face and whipped it again and again on his captive's cheek and mouth.
At that moment, an arm grabbed the padre's neck and with a cracking sound, the sadist sank to the floor. Behind him stood Jamie, who had simply broken his neck. Claire sobbed out loud " Oh Jamie where have you been, you can't imagine what I've been through" Jamie sank down at Claire's feet kissing her wrists which were wracked by chains and shackles
"Oh Claire I needed weeks to find out where those bastards took you, Murtagh grilled one of the palace guards until he spilled the beans, he's on his way to get reinforcements because the castle is full to the brim with de Sade's mercenaries" But before any more harm comes to you I'll kill you and myself. We just need to buy some time, help is on the way, they should arrive in the next few hours. At that moment a shout rang out from above the cell " Father what's going on, we're all waiting for the pretty deliquent" Claire eyed Jamie and Montoja's body and spoke in a firm voice " Jamie put on the robe put on his hood, if the soldiers come downstairs we'll both be lost" Jamie slipped into Montoja's black robe, and hid the body beneath the large hay bushes in the cell. Claire energetically instructed him " Watch you will now take me up to these pigs, you will do everything they ask of you, you will whip me and work me with pincers, they must not realise who you are, we absolutely must buy time or we are lost. "Ay Mo Nighean Donn" with these words Jamie grabbed his wife, coated Montoja's whip with his blood and took her up the stairs to the great hall of the castle. In the hall all de Sade's guests were already waiting, some of her rapists sneered at her, Jamie had to pull himself together, for he would have liked to kill them all immediately and mercilessly, but the large number of soldiers and servants still prevented him from doing so. They entered a large and cold chamber. Claire was shocked by the sight of all the cruel instruments on the walls and on the small tables in the corners: Pliers, pincers, pokers, scissors, hooks, skewers and many others. In the middle of the chamber was a specially made torture table on which the legs of the victims were spread wide, and behind it was a brazier. Various metal rods and tongs were heated red hot in it. Panic overwhelmed her. She also saw the torture bench in the corner and a wooden pyramid. At the end, she noticed that in addition to De Sade, there were several men in the chamber who could hardly wait to witness Claire's torture.
De Sade turned to his guests" Now my honoured guests you will witness a real punishment in the old style of the Inquisition, executed by our very experienced Father Montoja, who rather wants to remain anonymous today" The guests acknowledged this allusion to the covered face with loud laughter. "Well Father you know what to do, the Monsigneurs are expecting a rousing performance" Jamie led his wife somewhat awkwardly to the specially erected pillory, Claire recognised this and slapped him hard in the pit of the stomach with the whispering words "Don't fall out of character now or we'll both be lost" Jamie responded by lashing out and ordering Claire in a disguised voice to remove her already badly tattered undergarment. Claire obeyed and stripped off her robe until she stood completely naked before her tormentors. The crowd jeered loudly and demanded that Claire be tied hand and foot to the pillory, Jamie instructed the surrounding servants to do this for him. De Sade acknowledged this with " Our Father seems a bit work shy today, I hope that doesn't affect the punishment". Jamie stepped in front of Claire, who stood naked with her arms raised, and rained down several lashes on her stomach and arms, causing Claire to howl again and again. Then, apparently to gain some time, he took hold of the young woman's full breasts and pulled and kneaded them with his large hands, eliciting light sighs from Claire again and again.
Jamie reached for the whip again and struck again. The leather cord hissed across Claire's hips and flat stomach. She cried out. Lithely, her slender body arched. The second stroke hit her slender thighs. The audience watched with delight as she wriggled her long legs. Then he slapped her full, firm breasts, and now Claire cried out brightly. She twisted a little and received the following blow on her firm round bottom. Her tormentor whipped her from neck to feet and those present enjoyed to the full the spectacle of the young naked woman heaving and writhing, her slender body arching, her long legs wriggling. Fine red lines stood out on her smooth, white skin, but this was also mainly Montoja's blood with which Jamie had coated the whip. De Sade stood just in front of the young woman and was intoxicated by the sight of her torment.
The surrounding guests acknowledged Claire's screams with derisive laughter and kept goading the priest. Vauxhall shouted loudly, "Hey, Father, why don't you shut that English wench up, if you don't know how to do it, I'll be happy to show you. Claire turned to Jamie with a pleading look, who slipped his cloak off his body and held his half-erect cock in front of Claire's face. Still a little hesitant, Claire asked him in no uncertain terms to join in the undignified spectacle. Jamie spoke in a disguised voice and tried to imitate the father's Spanish accent, which almost made Claire laugh in her awkward situation. 'You're going to suck my cock now. Do it well and when you are done I will duly punish you for your 'deed'." Claire thought the phrase might have come from von Gotha, who was standing in a secluded corner of the cell watching the spectacle. So he grabbed his young wife by the hair and pushed his penis between Claire's lips. The young woman sucked and licked, and Jamie was clearly enjoying it, despite all the adverse circumstances. Claire intensified her efforts even more as she was repeatedly insulted from the audience as a whore and worse. Eventually Jamie ejaculated into Claire's face, When Jamie finally came the cum covered the young woman's face and hung in thick strands from the corners of her mouth to her full breasts. Those present gave the performance effusive praise and the guards also gave it thunderous applause. Thoughts of murderousness gathered in Claire that were not necessarily compatible with her medical code, but she had to play the game, if only to avoid endangering Jamie.
De Sade interrupted this little interlude by saying, "Well Father you have truly silenced this English whore, but now I want to hear her scream, loudly, so loudly that you can hear her all the way to the next village" He turned to Claire "The whip only served to warm you up a little, now it's the turn of the tongs, literally" Two servants brought a heavy metal tub with all kinds of tongs and placed them in front of the bound woman. De Sade took hold of one of the tongs and handed it to Jamie, urging him with calm words" Pinch her in all parts of her body, but not too hard at first, save the tearing for last, the irons also have to be heated first. Claire watched with a shudder as two servants brought a brazier and heated it. De Sade grabbed Claire by the hair and turned her head towards the brazier, "Before, Madame was still a little cold, well that will soon be over, Father, you can begin. Jamie stood before his humiliated naked wife with a long pair of pincers and didn't quite know what to do, but again Claire nodded at him and virtually gave her consent to be tortured with the pincers. At first Jamie only lightly pinched his wife's hips and buttocks, but as time went on the audience became restless and the first calls of "pinch her tits" rang out. With all his control he opened the pliers and encircled Claire's full breasts, then he kept turning the pliers in a different direction, Claire screamed like a banshee, Jamie didn't know if this was an act or not, and continued the cruel spectacle.
Again and again he pinched the nipples until he finally turned to the buttocks and pinched them so brutally that the skin almost burst open in some places. The ordeal had been going on for several hours, Jamie kept looking out the window into the courtyard, but there was still no sign of his men. To gain time, he stood behind Claire and penetrated her in front of the assembled audience, brutally yanking her hair, slapping her non-stop, whipping her ass and back until he came, spraying his seed all over Claire's battered body. De Sade pointed out that the irons were already burning hot and the final martyrdom was imminent. In almost total desperation, Jamie grabbed the red-hot iron and held it just in front of her left breast, thinking about how he could take out those 4 guards. At that moment the cry of "je suis prest", the battle cry of the Frasers, rang out and Jamie saw Murtagh. Dougal and several men charged at the guards and literally slaughtered them. De Sade, who was standing by Jamie to watch the spectacle from as close as possible, was so focused on Claire that he didn't even notice Jamie's lightning-fast movement, who had struck him in the middle of the right eye with the red-hot pincers before the Marquise could even react, followed by another blow from Jamie to de Sade's chest. The latter only fell to the ground and lay there whimpering while Jamie rushed towards the other participants with a long knife.