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Well, I once said that I would do the story about what was done to Isparana at the hands of the executioners of Zamboula until Conan came to rescue her! The time has come to do it!

A first reminder review of how Isparana is rescued by Conan from the novel "The sword of Skelos"

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Conan, covered with the helmet and corselet, and the leather tunic of one of the Khan-Khilayim, walked down the back corridor of the palace of Zambula. He hung from his hip the sword of Zafra, even if it had ended up breaking the sheath, made of leather worked on thin wood and light. He was carrying half a loaf of bread that had skilfully sifted from a tray without his carrier will notice. It was leavened bread with excess yeast, typical of the decadent lord of a decaying city ... and Conan was glad for it, for he was able to swallow it quickly, and, having little weight, he had been able to steal it from a maid without her noticing. Or maybe she has noticed, but he has told me ignored, Conan thought. To be sure, the Khan Khilayim easily get everything they want. Well ... not for long anymore, scum, what you serve scum! Ah ... this must be the door. That was it, and there was no surveillance; gave way to a dungeon, where the single fire of a chandelier. Inside, below, was Isparana, just as he had expected. Or maybe it he will remember; without a doubt, Zafra must have tortured in that place. I could finally ... Unfortunately, Isparana was not alone. At moment when Conan, upon seeing her, suffered a momentary distraction in watching him, and he crossed the landing to the steps leading down to the pit, he heard a voice and, turning, saw two Thorns. Those bastards had been there, at the very left of the door, looking at the woman, while he, upon entering, had turned toward the right, and he had walked past him without seeing them. Crouching down, he used both hands to wielding sword and dagger, and he faced them. The two men were looking at him, confused. "What do you think ...?" One began to say of them, but Conan had forgotten that he was wearing his of himself uniform. He did something that was amazing and unexpected, and that it was typical and normal in the Cimmerian; he attacked the two men. The one who had spoken, the younger of the two, he almost lost his arm to the cruel sword of Zafra, and a dagger stabbed into the other's belly before that he could handle his gun. The first, that without had no doubt fallen into a panic, he reached for his own sword, though his face was pale, and his arm in the middle of him cut hung like torn scarlet flag. "You are a courageous watchdog, though serve an unworthy man, "said Conan," and this it almost saddens me. —Stopped with his sword, and the other man received a greatsword on his own weapon, while Conan's left hand acted too. The dagger broke against the chainmail. Conan cursed that khan who dressed his guards in such good armor, while he gave them weapons that would not have been used to carve a roasted chicken. Angrily, he kicked her in the crotch. The poor devil groaned, he bent the body, he lost his balance at the same time his shattered arm, and he fell over the edge of the landing. He hit the packed dirt floor, that he must be twenty feet below. Conan took his time to watch the fall figure. He was not moving. The Cimmerian turned, and went down in a hurry down the stairs. He descended twenty-five steps, up to that dark chamber of unspeakable horror and torment. Only when he approached the woman, bound and naked, Conan realized there was someone more in the pit. The lord of that gloomy inheritance, stained with blood and curdled with pain, there was been resting, he had been snoring about a pallet, hidden in the shadows. Conan saw him for the first time; Baltaj the torturer was a a man as sturdy as the barbarian himself, with the arm just as long, and perhaps with the same strength, and certainly more belly. Like the Cimmerian, he carried a sword and a dagger. There was the difference that his great dagger was intact. "You're big," he said, his voice guttural, strangely sharp though — right? Conan didn't think of giving the sword an order haunted of Zafra. He nor he waited for the teacher torturer attacked him. He threw the broken dagger into the air, and he drove his sword into the packed earth floor, time to pick up the dagger with your right hand again. He didn't mind the scratch; he gave impulse with arm, and the hilt of the dagger, plus three o four inches of grossly torn blade, they came out flying through the air while Conan's hand He was gripping the hilt of the sword again. All that strange maneuver had taken him only a few seconds. It had been a desperate action; Conan didn't want to waste time dealing with a man with the same strength and the same arm long, and that he was better armed than he. He had not thrown the dagger at the head of Baltaj, but to his chest, thinking that that man, with his well-fed belly, it wouldn't be fast enough to dodge it. He was right. Furthermore, Akter's torturer stepped into fake; he crouched down. Thus, he offered his face to the projectile that had been thrown at him.

Conan didn't think of giving the sword an order
haunted of Zafra. He didn't even wait for the teacher
torturer attacked him. He threw the broken dagger into the air, and
he drove his sword into the packed earth floor,
time to pick up the dagger with your right hand again.
He didn't mind the scratch; he gave impulse with
arm, and the hilt of the dagger, plus three o
four inches of grossly torn blade, they came out
flying through the air while Conan's hand
He was gripping the hilt of the sword again. All that
strange maneuver had taken him only a few
seconds. It had been a desperate action;
Conan didn't want to waste time dealing with
a man with the same strength and the same arm
long, and that he was better armed than he.
He had not thrown the dagger at the head of
Baltaj, but to his chest, thinking that that
man, with his well-fed belly, it wouldn't be
fast enough to dodge it. He was right.
Furthermore, Akter's torturer stepped into
fake; he crouched down. Thus, he offered his face to the projectile
that had been thrown at him. The hilt of the broken dagger
it hit his lips, loud and hard. The
torturer grunted in pain and amazement; he had the lip
torn, and a broken tooth; tears, which were not from
crying, came from both eyes. He stopped seeing
if only for a moment. With that
coarse.
Conan's sword, which he had
unpinned from the ground turning the arm to one side,
slit the whole belly of Baltaj from the navel to
the sternum. The cut was not deep, although it was
painful, and long, and bloody. Leaving a trace
of blood, the sword did not stop, failed to hit
on the torturer's face, and rose above his
head of him. Conan stepped forward as
he was trying to land a blow with his weapon. The
Zafra's excellent weapon split the skull of the
Zambula's master torturer. "What a pity," the Cimmerian murmured.
I would have really enjoyed submitting to your
own artifacts, you chubby pig! "Stop ... talking to the dead," he said.
with some difficulty a tied woman, who was
struggling— and untie me. I been waiting for you
too long, hen-brain barbarian,
bastard of a Cimmerian camel thief. "I'm a Cimmerian, damnation !, Cimmerian -"
Conan said, and he released her, while he admired in
silence the value of him. They had done things to him, and none
it had been nice. You are messed up
Isparana, my love ... although, I swear, even
full of welts and filthy, and with that
burn, naked you are more beautiful than other ten
women.
She sat with her meager strength, doing
winces, rubbing her wrists
her rope had wounded him. "That chubby pig had wine and food
on the pallet, ”he said. How sweetly she
you speak, beloved, to a poor girl, sweet,
innocent, that you left in an inn with the
Akter Khan's pigs and dogs. Oh ... Conan ...
I'm sorry, but I think I'm going to pass out ...
"There is no time for that, Isparana." Must
causing your blood to come down from your head ...
How long has it been since you been on your feet?
He brought the wine, shaking the jug and smiling at the
hear her splash, and he first gave her a long
drink. He helped her to her feet, and suddenly the
The woman hugged him fiercely. "Ayy!" Isparana yelled, and she backed away. —I understand your gratitude, and your immortal love,
Isparana, but I that you would not embrace a body
covered by a chain mail.
Without lifting her face, Isparana turned her gaze
up to see you. "You really are a barbarian swine of
mean soul, Conan, did you know?
The Cimmerian's face hardened. Maybe
she did not intend anything with it, except to relieve herself of a
moment of tension, since time does not
stopped, and, in addition, the words of the woman
they were beginning to seem too sincere. "It may be, my sweet lady from Zambula, but
I just killed Zafra, three of the Espinas del
Khan, and several hundred pounds of torturer
to come looking for you and get you out of here.
"Oh… oh, Conan," she said, and squeezed his
her arms, which were slippery because the blood
others it covered, and she looked at the ground. You must not
take me seriously like that so suddenly; you know that
I am grateful, and that I love you.
After a moment, as he did not say
nothing, she looked at him with bright eyes: "Zafra?" -Yes. With his own sword, which is this. I already
I will tell another time. Are you ready to go back to
be a warrior woman, Isparana? "NUDE?" —The master torturer's pallet is
nice, and smooth, and it's flavored ... it seems
she that she has done it with the outfits of various
women, including you. I have recognized that pretty
red wool that you wore the night they went to
by you. "Aha!" I am not going to wear anything
Did that… ”She looked around. But
I seem to have nothing else to choose from. If at
unless that slug would not have had fleas ... -
She walked herself, naked, into the shadows where there was
Baltaj lay. I don't know how to tell you how happy I am
that you killed Zafra, Conan ... I'm not sorry
that you gave such a quick death to this pig
of Baltaj! They have not been content to force me,
and hard. The
torturer grunted in pain and amazement; he had the lip
torn, and a broken tooth; tears, which were not from
crying, came from both eyes. He stopped seeing
even if he was only for a moment. With that
coarse.
Conan's sword, which he had
unpinned from the ground turning the arm to one side,
slit the whole belly of Baltaj from the navel to
the sternum. The cut was not deep, although it was
painful, and long, and bloody. Leaving a trace
of blood, the sword did not stop, failed to hit
on the torturer's face, and rose above his
head of him. Conan stepped forward as
he was trying to land a blow with his weapon. The
Zafra's excellent weapon split the skull of the
Zambula's master torturer. "What a pity," the Cimmerian murmured.
I would have really enjoyed submitting to your
own artifacts, you chubby pig! "Stop ... talking to the dead," he said.
with some difficulty a tied woman, who was
struggling— and untie me. I been waiting for you
too long, hen-brain barbarian,
bastard of a Cimmerian camel thief. "I'm a Cimmerian, damnation !, Cimmerian -"
Conan said, and he released her, while he admired in
silence the value of it. They had done things to him, and none
it had been nice. You are messed up
Isparana, my love ... although, I swear, even
full of welts and filthy, and with that
burn, naked you are more beautiful than other ten
women.
She sat with her meager strength, doing
winces, rubbing her wrists
her rope had wounded him. "That chubby pig had wine and food
on the pallet, ”he said. How sweetly she
you speak, beloved, to a poor girl, sweet,
innocent, that you left in an inn with the
Akter Khan's pigs and dogs. Oh ... Conan ...
I'm sorry, but I think I'm going to pass out ...
"There is no time for that, Isparana." Must
causing your blood to come down from your head ...
How long has it been since you been on your feet?
He brought the wine, shaking the jug and smiling at the
hear her splash, and he first gave her a long
drink. He helped her to her feet, and suddenly the
The woman hugged him fiercely. "Ayy!" Isparana yelled, and she backed away. —I understand your gratitude, and your immortal love,
Isparana, but I that you would not embrace a body
covered by a chain mail.
Without lifting her face, Isparana turned her gaze
up to see you. "You really are a barbarian swine of
mean soul, Conan, did you know?
The Cimmerian's face hardened. Maybe
she did not intend anything with it, except to relieve herself of a
moment of tension, since time does not
stopped, and, in addition, the words of the woman
they were beginning to seem too sincere. "It may be, my sweet lady from Zambula, but
I just killed Zafra, three of the Espinas del
Khan, and several hundred pounds of torturer
to come looking for you and get you out of here.
"Oh… oh, Conan," she said, and squeezed his
her arms, which were slippery because the blood
others it covered, and she looked at the ground. You must not
take me seriously like that so suddenly; you know that
I am grateful, and that I love you.
After a moment, as he did not say
nothing, she looked at him with bright eyes: "Zafra?" -Yes. With his own sword, which is this. I already
I will tell another time. Are you ready to go back to
be a warrior woman, Isparana? "NUDE?" —The master torturer's pallet is
nice, and smooth, and it's flavored ... it seems
she that she has done it with the outfits of various
women, including you. I have recognized that pretty
red wool that you wore the night they went to
by you. "Aha!" I am not going to wear anything
Did that… ”She looked around. But
I seem to have nothing else to choose from. If at
unless that slug would not have had fleas ... -
She walked herself, naked, into the shadows where there was
Baltaj lay. I don't know how to tell you how happy I am
that you killed Zafra, Conan ... I'm not sorry
that you gave such a quick death to this pig
of Baltaj! They have not been content to force me,
You know, they've done a lot of other things to me.
Conan nodded. He knew that, for another woman,
It would have been much, much more painful than it was
"Content" with "forcing" it, and also for the
a girl that Isparana was no longer. Maybe they
he would have managed to feel some pleasure with
that; he wished it were so. He was glad to be a
man, and that he never had to say
that they had been "content" to force it.

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And the moment Isparana is captured by Akter Khan's men of course. From here I begin the story of the misfortunes of Isparana.

ISPARANA CAPTURED

At an inn in Zamboula, Conan has a conversation with a Jelal conspirator against Akter Khan, governor and sorcerer of the city:

"Look, Conan, Akter Khan will eventually fall."
Balad will ascend the throne. Turan will accept him, as the
king-emperor just wants a strong man
occupy the throne of Zambula, and that we continue
sending those goods that we send to
Aghrapur as tributes. We have friends in
Aghrapur ...
"Agents?" "Let's call them friends." We have all
who oppose Akter Khan by friends of Balad.
Those who help him will be favored by him.
It will be necessary to have strong men and
right-handed. -To fight. Does your Balad intend to start
a bloodbath in Zambula? -Absolutely. There is no one in Zambula who
go fight for Akter Khan! We may have
have to fight to take over the palace, 'he replied.
Jelal without getting upset. I am thinking about their
guards, the Thorns of the Khan.
Conan nodded.
"I haven't said no yet, Jelal." Only he
Said you haven't convinced me that I should
risk my luck for Balad, just for a name.
I do not know him, nor do I know almost anything about him. "You don't need to know Balad,
Conan. To those who know him, and are not of his
part, we have them as enemies.
Conan's stomach hardened; too
his lips. He had heard for the second time
those words, and, in a sense, had
heard three times. They carried a threat. Join to
us, or we will understand that you are against
us, and you will have to pay the consequences
when we have succeeded. He got the impression
that those words must be common for
everyone, and that he would hear them again some other
time before death came.
While he pondered the answer - and he watched
Jelal's right hand, for that man was a
conjured, and a stout man even though that
brown to yellow tunic lo
concealed, and as a conspirator he must have been cunning,
and he was holding his wine glass in his hand
left - he heard another coming up the stairs
that started behind the door without the least
stealth. He heard two raging voices speaking
outside. Conan watched as he changed his face to
Jelal, how his hand sought, under his hip
right, the dagger he was hiding there, hidden from
casual looks. He took a few steps to the left
before turning; well, he stayed in one place since
where he could observe both Jelal and the
door. Despite the anguish that he felt, he undoubtedly
would have made his heart race, Jelal realized
the cunning maneuver of the fighter.
The door slammed inward;
Conan and Jelal readied their weapons; the man who
He had led the Cimmerian in alone. —No less than twenty palace guards
have just left the Real de Turan. They were looking for you
you, Conan, and also to Isparana. Right now I know
They carry.
Conan stared at Jelal, and saw on her face
real surprise and excitement. Brandishing the
sword still bare, he leaned out the window.
At the other end of the street, on the other side, the
Gate of the Royal Turan still shed light on
the street. On the step, a handful of customers
was looking. He could not distinguish what
they saw. «They are contemplating how it is
they carry, Conan thought, and his spirit darkened.
terribly. He couldn't have seen her since that time.
angle, not even if he had ripped the threadbare screen
of pig intestine that covered the narrow
window.
He turned away from it, and two men saw how
the face of a young man could change into haunting
and fierce, and his eyes, ancient patches of sky, in
ice crystals. "Treason," he muttered, and they all bristled.
hair; not the word, but the animal sound of his
northern voice. That traitorous pig ... will see what
that ... twenty. You said twenty men.
-Yes. Armed guards. The best of
Akter. The Thorns.

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The guards had fallen on her completely by surprise. Isparana tried to defend herself against her, even pulling out a dagger, but there were too many for her. She was brutally grabbed, hit twice on the stomach of her to reduce and disarm her. And as she stirred like a beast, one of her guards struck her with a truncheon, and the girl fell into unconsciousness. After her, they tied her hands and feet and took her away. That was what Conan barely glimpsed.

to be continued.....
 
Isparana was not taken to see Akter Khan directly; for he had ordered her to be taken to the dungeons at once. However Akter Khan if he wanted to know, it was if the Isparana girl was an agent in the service of Balad, or else he knew some secret regarding certain magical objects that he did not yet know. The torturer Baltaj would get that out of the girl. He was an expert in torture, and young women were his favorite dish.

Akter Khan met the guards leading the captive Isparana. He did not speak to her who was still unconscious. He admired once more that splendid body that he had already seen in the company of Conan, but her own lover was faithful to him, and on the other hand Isparana was a fighter and proud and he would never manage to make her her lover.

to be continued...
 
Isparana was taken to the dungeons. In one of them was Akter Khan's brutal executioner, Baltaj, who smiled sinisterly when he saw the woman the guards brought. Akter Khan followed them and ordered the executioner not to spend too much time with the girl. Baltaj noticed that the girl was beautiful and under her clothes a fantastic body could be guessed, although for the executioner he would have preferred her with a little more meat on her bones. So did her guards who had captured her and Akter Khan himself.

Akter Khan caught the look of lust on Baltaj and the guards, and it was said that the former female prey, the maid Mitriala, had not been handed over to her men to "play" a bit with. With this Isparana he would not make that mistake. Besides that maybe it would soften the girl a bit and she would be more willing to talk. He wasn't sure she was Balad's spy, but if she wasn't, she was most likely a thief allied with the Cimmerian barbarian.

Akter Khan therefore ordered another twenty-five guards to go down to the dungeon to "reward" them with the girl, and did not call others, considering for the moment enough punishment for her.

The reaction of the guards and the executioner was immediate. Baltaj quickly undressed the fainted young woman. Her clothes would surely be raffled off among the soldiers. And then Isparana was carried to a torture rack and her arms stretched out. However, her legs were completely open and her ankles were tied to two wooden posts that had previously been nailed to the ground on both sides of the colt and at its feet. While all this was happening, Isparana was awakened with water and slaps given by Baltaj.

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-You bastard dogs! You are not men, but pigs! Isparana exclaimed when she found herself in that situation.
Baltaj totally naked stood in front of her. His huge aroused cock stood out among everyone present, who had already removed their clothes as well. Isparana knew they were going to rape her over and over without mercy. However the huge member of Baltaj scared her this time. It would be terrible to have him inside her.
Isparana was no longer a virgin, and unfortunately she had already suffered some rape in the past, but she did not count on that.

Indeed it was, and her pain was terrible when the member of Baltaj penetrated her. Much more terrible than it had been before.

-Aaaaaaiiieeeehhh! ... aaaaiieeehhh! .... aaaiieeggg! ... Damn son of a bitch ... what a pain! cried the young Isparana between the attacks of the cruel executioner.

When Baltaj finished raping her he threw her semen from her dripping penis onto the young woman's body.

The twenty-five soldiers then raped Isparana one after another. And despite this, she was brave at all times. She insulted them and flailed in her bindings. At the end of all her rapes, Isparana's body was full of bruises and bruises on her chest and abdomen (they beat her so that she would stop shaking) and her entire sexual organ was tainted and abused by her. j And the male semen ran all over the girl's body. Her face had also been marked by semen.

Akter Khan finally addressed the young woman who was still tied to the rack. He had been away from the dungeon during the rapes for a while, but now he was back.

-I will ask you the question now twice, and in that I will be generous; Well, I usually only do it once. You have already seen what can happen if you do not answer the question correctly. Tell me, are you a spy for Balad and has he sent you out of town to make alliances with the nomadic chiefs? Akter Khan said.
"I don't know who you're talking about bastard! I don't know who that Balad guy is!" -answered the young woman.
-I repeat the question again !. Are you a spy for Balad?
-I repeat, son of a bitch, I don't know who he is, but if he is someone against you, as I suppose. you can count on my help! the girl replied.
"You wanted it, girl! My men will play a little more with you, and then Baltaj will take care of you by himself! I recommend that you do not make him angry, ha ha ha ha!" -said the sorcerer, laughing sinisterly. Then he spoke a few words in a low voice to Baltaj, and Akter Khan left the dungeon again.

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-Ah, I forgot to tell you not to touch his face much; Well, maybe I'll keep it for my harem in spite of everything! exclaimed the wizard from the top of the dungeon stairs before disappearing through the door.
Isparana freed from the colt was led to the center of the dungeon, and there the soldiers formed a circle around her. The idea had been Baltaj's. And he himself slapped her on the backside of her throwing her towards another of her guards. He, in turn, pushed her towards another guard who hit her with a strap. The blow sounded on the girl's hip.

Another guard slapped her not very hard, and another hit her again in the stomach. Isparana, with her hands, this time tied by her wrists, was treated like a wimp in the hands of those bastards. She was pushed, beaten with straps, beaten with fists all over her body, except for her face, and when she tried to defend herself by kicking, they tied a rope between both ankles to avoid them and have limited movements of she.
 
Held between three guards, the rest twisted her nipples, pinched her tits and all over her body. They also did the same with the girl's clotiris. And while she suffered all this the brave young woman insulted and cursed her torturers.

-The whore has good breasts, and a good ass even though she's thin! said one of the guards.
-Her belly of hers is almost flat and I think she should have some more meat on her bones. Her ribs are well marked! replied another.
-Bah, you don't understand women. However, I prefer them that way! said another.

She was thrown back to the ground, and Baltaj exclaimed: "Our semen fits very well on her body ha ha ha, but we have to wash it a little! This bitch likes to wear nice clothes, but now we will wash her according to the little whore she is, ha ha ha ! -If here is the best sewer water that I could find ha ha ha ha! said one of the guards carrying a bucket full of disgustingly dirty and smelly water. The naked Isparana was thrown the water from the bucket. And then another was thrown at him. She was pushed and slapped several more times until she was thrown back to the ground, and there she received some kicks until Baltaj indicated to the guards that they had already had enough fun, and that now it was his turn to be alone with the young woman.

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Not all the guards left; then ten of them stayed to contemplate what Baltaj was going to do to Isparana.
Baltaj tied the girl's wrists with a rope that hung from a pulley from the ceiling. By giving a couple of strong jerks, the girl was suspended naked with her arms raised. The young woman whimpered loudly when she felt the tugging of her, and as she cut off the circulation of her wrists. Then the weight of her own body ached terribly.

Isparana watched as Baltaj took a long hippopotamus leather whip from the wall. He stood in front of her and with her whip he caressed the girl's body, running from her breasts to her navel. Then she did the same with her back.
And while doing this Baltaj said:
-I'm going to whip you bitch, but I will not do it with all my strength and this whip cuts the skin and draws blood, but you will be able to leave with just a few marks on your body if the healers of my lord Akter Khan apply their ointments to you! He doesn't want to tear you apart yet! Ha ha ha! I'll have fun hearing your pathetic screams and how your body shakes, ha ha ha!
"Channels, scoundrels! I hope that Balad and Conan kill all you dogs!" the girl replied.

Baltaj waved the whip and then struck the first blow. -Flassssshhhh! Schasch! -Uuuuuugggghhh! moaned the brave young woman.
The second hit couldn't elicit any complaining sounds from the girl; then she was clenching her teeth, and to herself she told herself that she would try to resist as long as possible without screaming; for she was a warrior.

Isparana fit the third hit well. With her gaze on the ceiling, she wondered: - "Conan by all the gods, where are you?"

Baltaj had to admit the girl's resistance not to scream. It was admirable, but it wasn't going to last long. She already had three whip marks on her back.
 
The fourth lash hit the girl's ass, but she still didn't scream. And on the fifth of her she only moaned slightly, when she hit her back. This annoyed Baltaj that he understood perhaps, that at least he had to get her to scream, to shake with convulsions, to beg for him to stop spanking her, and that would be achieved by increasing the force of her blows.
"Bitch, scream, scream! You'll end up screaming bitch!" exclaimed the executioner.

The sixth lash was stronger. He struck Isparana on her right hip reaching the tip of the whip near his navel.
She screamed: -Aaaaaaaaieeegghhh!
The seventh blow fell on the right side of the girl's back, and the tip of the whip reached the girl's right breast.
-Aaaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeegggghhhhh !.
This time Isparana's scream was longer. Baltaj struck her again now on her left hip. She screamed and flailed again.

Baltaj, in a frenzy, struck the ninth lash on the girl's shoulders, but the tip caressed Isparana's right arm, leaving its ugly bleeding mark. The next three lashes were followed and strong until Baltaj realized that he himself was in the grip of the erotic frenzy that involved whipping a pretty, well-formed, naked young woman, seeing her whole body move, sweat and bleed from the cuts inflicted by the whip.
The soldiers who stayed to watch the torture also enjoyed that barbarous spectacle.

After the last three blows, Baltaj then returned to lower the force of the blows.
 
While she was whipped and she screamed Isparana told herself that never in her young life had she suffered as much as she did now. Her determination from the beginning of her had already been broken from the sixth lash.
Baltaj continued whipping her until he reached a score of blows. She felt how her own strength was diminishing with the last lashes, and her screams were already somewhat weaker. And with the last one she was half faint.

-Enough for today bitch, but don't think I'm going to let you go. You'll stay hanging there until tomorrow morning! said Baltaj.
The soldiers were leaving the dungeon until only two remained. They were the guards also watching the rest of them.

Baltaj grabbed Isparana's hair, pulling her head back.
He said:
-I recommend that you behave, if Akter khan wants you in his harem. You will lengthen your fucking life. Because Zamboula is a city-state of Shem, and you will surely know that around here we crucify, among other deaths, those condemned to death. LOL! Baltaj released the girl and circled the victim of her. Isparana only moved slightly.
Baltaj took pleasure in every bloody line on the young woman's slim body.
-You excite me a lot, girl, thinking about what I'm going to do to you if Akter khan tells me to keep torturing you! I wonder how much you will scream if I apply red-hot irons all over your body, ha ha ha! said Baltaj.
After almost an hour Akter Khan returned to the room and ordered the executioner: -According to my spies in the city, I don't think this girl is in any plot against me, but she is a thief, and I don't think she fits well in my harem. It would only bring trouble. So Baltaj keep having fun with her. LOL! As Akter Khan said this, his eyes were entertained at the damage suffered to the young woman by Baltaj and her guards, in all the time that she had been absent. She was drenched in sweat, naked, battered and bruised, and a score of lash marks ran down her slim body.
 

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Thank you.
Always loved the hyborian age of conan, red sonja and the sadisms that are possible in that fantasy world.
Read 'the sword of skelos' a few times and this is a most welcome addition to that story.
 
Thank you.
Always loved the hyborian age of conan, red sonja and the sadisms that are possible in that fantasy world.
Read 'the sword of skelos' a few times and this is a most welcome addition to that story.
Yes, and I also agree with you. Conan's Hyborean era lends itself to these kinds of stories. And I have a story pending with a prisoner Red Sonja, and who obviously does not have a good time in the torture room, but since she is Red Sonja, the bad guys will end up paying. And it could also be more like a story where it is Sonja who tortures. Other characters that lend themselves to these stories are Valeria the pirate, Karela the bandit or Belit.
 

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Karela, the Red Hawk would be my favorite among them.
In the wake of the schwarzenegger movie early in the 80's i read my first conan story by howard and then the novels by robert jordan who created the fierce and haughty Karela
Jordan's novels where filled with sex, sadism and tortures and got me hooked in earnest.
 

Jordan's novels where filled with sex, sadism and tortures and got me hooked in earnest.
okay, now I’m suddenly interested in tracking down some of these novels, I’ve only seen movies snd comics, which were alright but didn’t grab me by the throat like I want. But you just piqued my curiosity, any recommendations for a good novel to begin with?
 

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Just a caveat: the conan novels by robert jordan are still mainstream ( what still passed as mainstream in the wonderfully political incorrect 1980's).

His first conan-novel is titled "conan the invincible". I would start there and if you like it there are five more ( i think ) in the series.

There are dozens of other conan novels by other authors following those but are much more toned down and political correct.
 
-Well, bitch. You see that now you are going to have me at your entire disposal ha ha ha! -exclaimed Baltaj- It has become late and tomorrow I will continue with you! I will apply the same procedure to you as with the maid Mitriala, ha ha ha! , LOL!
She is parana half fainted, she was terrified when she heard those words, but she knew that she was going to suffer a lot in the morning, if Conan, if she had managed to escape, she did not help her.

Isparana never knew how long it had been, perhaps an hour, until the two guards above the dungeon were alarmed to note that someone had entered. It was Conan.
But could Conan be the bulk of the terrible executioner Baltaj? Isparana said to herself, that's why she whispered to Conan:
-Conan ... go!

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And here the story ends just as Conan descends the stairs, kills Baltaj and frees Isparana. That is already what the novel tells.

Here I leave the comic strips of THE SWORD OF SKELOS somewhat retouched by me.
 

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Just a caveat: the conan novels by robert jordan are still mainstream ( what still passed as mainstream in the wonderfully political incorrect 1980's).

His first conan-novel is titled "conan the invincible". I would start there and if you like it there are five more ( i think ) in the series.

There are dozens of other conan novels by other authors following those but are much more toned down and political correct.
Yes, I love the novel in which Karela is offered in sacrifice to a god of lust and demonic, and for this she is whipped in a ritual.
 

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In another one she was under a wizards spell that forced her to obey any of his command. Not rendering her broken-willed and subservient, just unable not to obey.
The wizard being not only evil but a sadistic and lecherous one gave food for thoughts about what else he can force her to do than dance naked for him as described in that novel.
 
n another one she was under a wizards spell that forced her to obey any of his command. Not rendering her broken-willed and subservient, just unable not to obey.
The wizard being not only evil but a sadistic and lecherous one gave f
Indeed it is. Robert Jordan in one of my favorite fantasy writers. Apart from the written adventures of the character Conan, he also wrote a great fantasy saga that now I do not remember the title. But what I wonder or suppose is that there will be more scenes of this type as with Karela in his stories.
 

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You are referring to "Wheel of Time". That series, however, is not sword and sorcery but high fantasy. There are some torture-scenes every 400 or 500 pages or so. But they are more mainstream and sexless.
 
You are referring to "Wheel of Time". That series, however, is not sword and sorcery but high fantasy. There are some torture-scenes every 400 or 500 pages or so. But they are more mainstream and sexless.
I see. But the one who gets to the point is John Norman and his "Chronicles of Gor" where being a woman in Gor is a challenge, although also amazons and arms to take. But if any of these falls into slavery, they suffer terribly.
 
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