Rupert_137
Magistrate
Chapter 12 – Flames, cold and hot Pliers
I lit a candle and started licking her body with the Flame. I was happy when she turned around in pain, but then I held the flame longer in her armpits, under her tits, at her nipples, between her legs. I waited until the sweat steamed on her skin and she started screaming. When I scorched the hair under her armpits, there was an audible hiss and she twitched frantically.
Johanne gasped for breath and she began to beg: “Oh no, please don't… no! Not with the flame there, please don't!” She sighed. “Why are you so cruel to me? Why do you hate me? It's only the cop and the land lord who want to force my confession... They want to exonerate themselves from their own shameful misdeeds... Please, believe me, please! I'm telling the truth ... I'm not a witch."
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A flame is licking Johanne's body, especially in the most sensitive areas
“Don't be foolish! Of course you are a witch. You know, it's my job to torture you if you don't want to confess ... Should I torture you with hot pliers instead of the flame?"
Johanne shook her head and I continued to prepare her a little with the candle for more intense pain. Her sweaty body began to squirm wonderfully, but he could not escape the small but hot flame. Add to that her sighs, moans, short screeches ... that was an executioner's job that I really liked.
But now it was time for more serious torture. I grabbed a pair of pliers and showed them to the witch girl. Her eyes gave it away! Without heating the iron, I began to pinch her already badly swollen labia a little. Her unwashed and well fucked pussy no longer smelled good ... So it was all the more justified to torture the dirty witch between her legs.
She screamed again and began to beg: "Oh no, not that ... Not there ... Oh please!"
I didn't let myself be deterred, grabbed her thick left pussy lip with my pliers and pressed the iron tightly together. Johanne screamed, twitched wildly, and gasped for air. It must have hurt a lot, at least the pliers left a bloodshot mark on her tender flesh. Immediately I also squeezed the right lip of her pubic mouth.
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Anticipation is the greatest joy – for the torturer and even more so for the victim...
After Johanne had recovered a little, I took her nipples with the pliers. Again her imploring looks and her pleadings accompanied my evil approach: "Oh, please not the breasts, you have already tormented them so badly ... Please!"
I played a little with the pliers on her excited buds without seriously biting them. Then I pretended to take her pleading into consideration: "If you ask me to spare your boobs, you will have to suffer elsewhere." She looked at me relieved for a moment, but then with big, frightened eyes.
“Should I bite your pussy again? But this time I'll take the red-hot pliers!"
She shook her head in fear as I approached her with the hot pliers. Carefully, but with sufficient distance I began to move the heated jaws of the pliers over her face so that she had to feel the heat. Then I bent down between her legs. She tried in vain to close her spread thighs.
Once again I took the witch's large labia with the pliers, but this time the hot pliers burned into the lips of her sex. I bit twice, on both sides, it hissed and her shrill screams echoed through the torture chamber.
I knew that this attack was a really tough test for her. If I attacked her tits now, I might be able to make her confess. But first I continued between her legs.
Johanne screamed loudly and twitched like a possessed woman as I seared and crushed even her most intimate inner lips. But she pissed herself with fear and pain. Her urine hissed on the hot iron and ran over my hands. Startled, I dropped the pliers on the floor.
"You damn bitch!" I scolded ... "You are a really cunning witch!"
Even if the piss cooled the metal and comforted her burns a little, the pain between her legs was very intense and lasted for a long time. I remembered 'just don't get angry - I'll beat her', I thought to myself.
"I think your teats are waiting impatiently for the hot pliers to play with them too," I said, almost triumphantly. "You can save your confession for later when the judge comes back."
Johanne looked at me in disbelief and pleading. I enjoyed playing with her.
"I'll make you an offer... You ask me to bite your little buds hard with these cooled pliers ... Tell me when you are ready!" If you don't, I will first make the pliers glow and you will regret it..."
"No, not … please not!"
"I'm serious; you can ask me to bite your nipples now ... or you can keep pleading and moaning, but then I will crush the cheeky teats with the mouth of red-hot pliers - will you like that? "
"No, no … not the hot pliers!" "Would you rather like I'll use the cold one?"
"Why are you so cruel to me?" She sighed, hesitated a moment, but then nodded. "Yes, I prefer the cold pliers!"
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"I'm ready!" Johannes nipples are bitten with pliers...
"I want to atone for my sins ..." She hesitated, "I'm ready."
I waited a moment, then I pinched hard, but not with all my might. I didn't want to destroy her beautiful buds, but it certainly hurt, hurt a lot. For a moment she just stared in horror at her nastily bruised teat, from which her warm blood was dripping down. Then she groaned, finally screaming so loud it hurt my ears.
I gave her time to calm down. "And now the other side!" "Oh please no more, it hurts so much ... my poor nipples!"
"Do you prefer the red-hot pliers?" She shook her head. "Then please me and tell me when you’re ready!"
I felt her struggle with herself; then she shook her head desperately. "I can't," she moaned. “Come on, don't be a coward, you can! Look at your teat; it's much braver than you. Just look how excited and courageous it stretches out to the pliers ... your nipple wants me to pinch it; your nipple wants to atone for your sins."
Johanne nodded, closed her eyes and sighed, but finally she whispered: "I want to atone for my sins ... I am ready."
I pinched again. I saw her dripping blood, heard her intense moans and then her screams. Finally she begged that I should stop further attacks on her nipples with the nasty pliers, but I remained firm: "Twice every teat, we agreed ... or the red-hot pliers!"
Johanne reluctantly accepted. Her "I'm ready" sounded weak and discouraged, but she accepted the game I forced her to play.
So I pinched her two nipples one more time, this time from the side. She screamed again, but already much weaker. I was careful not to completely destroy her sensitive buds this time either ... and that's exactly why I had refrained from making the pliers' mouths glow. I could never have attacked her teats for torture again after that. Playing with her was just a nice addition.
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Tears in Johannes eyes after having survived the torture for the time being
Finally, I dabbed her nipples with some brandy. The acrid liquid made Johanne grimace and then moan violently. The wounds had been cleaned, but some blood was still dripping from her teats.
I saw tears in her eyes. "You’re a brave girl," I said appreciatively. "You have atoned now, but you have to confess!"
Suddenly I heard footsteps in the hallway, the three gentlemen of the court came back from their lunch break and a walk.
I lit a candle and started licking her body with the Flame. I was happy when she turned around in pain, but then I held the flame longer in her armpits, under her tits, at her nipples, between her legs. I waited until the sweat steamed on her skin and she started screaming. When I scorched the hair under her armpits, there was an audible hiss and she twitched frantically.
Johanne gasped for breath and she began to beg: “Oh no, please don't… no! Not with the flame there, please don't!” She sighed. “Why are you so cruel to me? Why do you hate me? It's only the cop and the land lord who want to force my confession... They want to exonerate themselves from their own shameful misdeeds... Please, believe me, please! I'm telling the truth ... I'm not a witch."
33a 33b
A flame is licking Johanne's body, especially in the most sensitive areas
“Don't be foolish! Of course you are a witch. You know, it's my job to torture you if you don't want to confess ... Should I torture you with hot pliers instead of the flame?"
Johanne shook her head and I continued to prepare her a little with the candle for more intense pain. Her sweaty body began to squirm wonderfully, but he could not escape the small but hot flame. Add to that her sighs, moans, short screeches ... that was an executioner's job that I really liked.
But now it was time for more serious torture. I grabbed a pair of pliers and showed them to the witch girl. Her eyes gave it away! Without heating the iron, I began to pinch her already badly swollen labia a little. Her unwashed and well fucked pussy no longer smelled good ... So it was all the more justified to torture the dirty witch between her legs.
She screamed again and began to beg: "Oh no, not that ... Not there ... Oh please!"
I didn't let myself be deterred, grabbed her thick left pussy lip with my pliers and pressed the iron tightly together. Johanne screamed, twitched wildly, and gasped for air. It must have hurt a lot, at least the pliers left a bloodshot mark on her tender flesh. Immediately I also squeezed the right lip of her pubic mouth.
34
Anticipation is the greatest joy – for the torturer and even more so for the victim...
After Johanne had recovered a little, I took her nipples with the pliers. Again her imploring looks and her pleadings accompanied my evil approach: "Oh, please not the breasts, you have already tormented them so badly ... Please!"
I played a little with the pliers on her excited buds without seriously biting them. Then I pretended to take her pleading into consideration: "If you ask me to spare your boobs, you will have to suffer elsewhere." She looked at me relieved for a moment, but then with big, frightened eyes.
“Should I bite your pussy again? But this time I'll take the red-hot pliers!"
She shook her head in fear as I approached her with the hot pliers. Carefully, but with sufficient distance I began to move the heated jaws of the pliers over her face so that she had to feel the heat. Then I bent down between her legs. She tried in vain to close her spread thighs.
Once again I took the witch's large labia with the pliers, but this time the hot pliers burned into the lips of her sex. I bit twice, on both sides, it hissed and her shrill screams echoed through the torture chamber.
I knew that this attack was a really tough test for her. If I attacked her tits now, I might be able to make her confess. But first I continued between her legs.
Johanne screamed loudly and twitched like a possessed woman as I seared and crushed even her most intimate inner lips. But she pissed herself with fear and pain. Her urine hissed on the hot iron and ran over my hands. Startled, I dropped the pliers on the floor.
"You damn bitch!" I scolded ... "You are a really cunning witch!"
Even if the piss cooled the metal and comforted her burns a little, the pain between her legs was very intense and lasted for a long time. I remembered 'just don't get angry - I'll beat her', I thought to myself.
"I think your teats are waiting impatiently for the hot pliers to play with them too," I said, almost triumphantly. "You can save your confession for later when the judge comes back."
Johanne looked at me in disbelief and pleading. I enjoyed playing with her.
"I'll make you an offer... You ask me to bite your little buds hard with these cooled pliers ... Tell me when you are ready!" If you don't, I will first make the pliers glow and you will regret it..."
"No, not … please not!"
"I'm serious; you can ask me to bite your nipples now ... or you can keep pleading and moaning, but then I will crush the cheeky teats with the mouth of red-hot pliers - will you like that? "
"No, no … not the hot pliers!" "Would you rather like I'll use the cold one?"
"Why are you so cruel to me?" She sighed, hesitated a moment, but then nodded. "Yes, I prefer the cold pliers!"
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"I'm ready!" Johannes nipples are bitten with pliers...
"I want to atone for my sins ..." She hesitated, "I'm ready."
I waited a moment, then I pinched hard, but not with all my might. I didn't want to destroy her beautiful buds, but it certainly hurt, hurt a lot. For a moment she just stared in horror at her nastily bruised teat, from which her warm blood was dripping down. Then she groaned, finally screaming so loud it hurt my ears.
I gave her time to calm down. "And now the other side!" "Oh please no more, it hurts so much ... my poor nipples!"
"Do you prefer the red-hot pliers?" She shook her head. "Then please me and tell me when you’re ready!"
I felt her struggle with herself; then she shook her head desperately. "I can't," she moaned. “Come on, don't be a coward, you can! Look at your teat; it's much braver than you. Just look how excited and courageous it stretches out to the pliers ... your nipple wants me to pinch it; your nipple wants to atone for your sins."
Johanne nodded, closed her eyes and sighed, but finally she whispered: "I want to atone for my sins ... I am ready."
I pinched again. I saw her dripping blood, heard her intense moans and then her screams. Finally she begged that I should stop further attacks on her nipples with the nasty pliers, but I remained firm: "Twice every teat, we agreed ... or the red-hot pliers!"
Johanne reluctantly accepted. Her "I'm ready" sounded weak and discouraged, but she accepted the game I forced her to play.
So I pinched her two nipples one more time, this time from the side. She screamed again, but already much weaker. I was careful not to completely destroy her sensitive buds this time either ... and that's exactly why I had refrained from making the pliers' mouths glow. I could never have attacked her teats for torture again after that. Playing with her was just a nice addition.
36
Tears in Johannes eyes after having survived the torture for the time being
Finally, I dabbed her nipples with some brandy. The acrid liquid made Johanne grimace and then moan violently. The wounds had been cleaned, but some blood was still dripping from her teats.
I saw tears in her eyes. "You’re a brave girl," I said appreciatively. "You have atoned now, but you have to confess!"
Suddenly I heard footsteps in the hallway, the three gentlemen of the court came back from their lunch break and a walk.