THE HIDDEN OUTLANDER CHRONICLES : BETWEEN TWO FIRES, CLAIRE BEAUCHAMP THE SUSPECTED SPY

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THE HIDDEN OUTLANDER CHRONICLES : BETWEEN TWO FIRES, CLAIRE BEAUCHAMP THE SUSPECTED SPY

Another story from the Outlander universe, this time showing a variant of what might have happened if time traveler Claire had been suspected of espionage by both the Scots and the British shortly before the outbreak of the Scottish riots

Claire has involuntarily fallen into an unexpected world and doesn't know who to turn to to return to her world, she distrusts everyone and everyone distrusts her. She appeared in the forest with what appears to be a simple petticoat, and which makes her look like an easygoing woman who uses her scantily clad body to attract attention, help and protection but perhaps with an ulterior purpose, i.e. to infiltrate like a spy in the opponent's field. Randall finds her in the woods and considers her a French whore in agreement with the rebels, who speaks perfect English and therefore more dangerous. Furthermore, he will discover in time that she knows well enough of the links between him and Lord Sandringham that they are embarrassing for both, because they demonstrate their cynicism and their double-dealing justified by their ambition. They are both men who do not disdain violence and a beautiful woman without protection is an ideal victim.

The Highlanders doubt Claire because she is English: she knows how to make herself useful as a healer and demonstrates strange knowledge (the places where the English can ambush for example) but this is not enough to allay suspicions. Murtagh saw her talking to Randall when he saved her from him and perhaps the officer's attack was only fiction to facilitate the woman's infiltration into the ranks of the rebels. But the MacKenzies are divided among themselves: Colum is of the idea of trying to exploit Claire's knowledge, extracting some truth from her but without hurting her too much: he knows that a suspected spy can also be used to send false information to the enemy. Dougal is fascinated by the beautiful prisoner and by her rebellious and irreverent character towards strong men: he wants to tame her and even more so when he senses that his nephew Jamie is beginning to be fascinated by her. To break the beautiful Englishwoman, he is also willing to have her tortured and raped, indeed Dougal is obsessed with exposing Claire as a spy for the English, which in turn would earn him points with his rather suspicious brother Column.

What will change Jamie's attitude towards Claire is first of all the respect for her intelligence and her courage: Claire has understood that Jamie is exploited by the MacKenzie family for political ends, to make it a banner in the revolt against the British . She is one who suffers from the violence of the strongest and bullies, just as he suffered in Randall's clutches.



THE MAIN PROTAGONISTS ARE:

Claire Beauchamp Randall Fraser is a nurse, later a doctor, and a time-traveler who has lived both in the 20th century and the 18th century. While on a second honeymoon in Scotland with her husband, Frank Randall, Claire inadvertently travels two hundred years into the past. Claire consequently spent her childhood traveling the world with her uncle while he worked, becoming accustomed to fairly primitive conditions. Over the years, Claire recalls various places she had lived, including South America Persia and Egypt.
Claire met Frank Randall, a historian, when he came to consult her uncle about his work. They were married in 1937, and spent a brief two-day honeymoon in the Scottish Highlands. During the early years of their marriage, Claire continued her nomadic life with Frank, who was junior faculty at the time. They lived in a succession of hired flats until the outbreak of World War II in Europe, at which point both Claire and Frank committed themselves to the war effort – Frank as an officer with MI6 and Claire as a combat nurse. They each served for the duration of the war, and thus spent very little time together during those years.
Claire began her nurses training at Pembroke Hospital, and by 1943 she was a senior nurse, supervising junior nurses and orderlies. She was later stationed at Caen and a field hospital in Amiens, France. Claire recalls that the field hospital had been shelled three times while she was there, and her experience of treating the wounded men stays with her, even many years later. She returned to Pembroke Hospital at the end of the war.
After the end of the second World War, Claire Randall is on a second honeymoon in the Scottish Highlands with her husband, Frank, when she encounters a circle of standing stones at a place called Craigh na Dun. Hearing a strange buzzing sound, Claire approaches the large cleft stone and, upon touching it, finds herself lost in a cacophony of noise and indescribable terror.
When she awakens, she soon finds herself in the middle of a skirmish between what appear to be English dragoons and Scottish cattle raiders in the 18th century. The Scotsmen rescue her from an attack by an English captain, suspicious of her strange dress and accent, take her with them to the seat of the clan MacKenzie, Castle Leoch. She shares a horse with Jamie, a young Scottish warrior whose multiple injuries require Claire's medical expertise. She also learns of Jamie's past history with Captain Jack Randall, the English dragoon who had assaulted her before she absconded with the Scotsmen.The MacKenzies keep Claire captive for several months, during which time she plots her escape but fails to execute her plans successfully.



James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser is a Scottish soldier and landowner. He is well educated and has a knack for learning languages. Raised to be the future Laird of Lallybroch, he is a natural leader, from the homestead to the battlefield. He first meets Claire on his return home to Scotland from France.
Jamie was born to Ellen and Brian Fraser in the Scottish Highlands, at their family home of Lallybroch. He was very close to his older brother, William, and was devastated when his brother died of smallpox when Jamie was only six or so. From then on, he was raised to be the future laird of Broch Tuarach, the more official name of the estate. The family suffered another blow when Ellen died in childbed, along with the baby, when Jamie was about eight years old. His older sister, Jenny, then aged ten, took on the running of the household after their mother's death, and their father Brian raised them both to adulthood.
Around age fourteen, Jamie went to foster with his maternal uncle, Dougal MacKenzie, at Beannachd, his uncle's home. Dougal, left-handed like Jamie, taught him to wield a sword with both hands. Jamie had been previously taught some left-handed swordsmanship by the factor at Lallybroch, John Murray, his best friend Ian's father At sixteen, Jamie lived for a year at Castle Leoch, seat of the Clan MacKenzie. At eighteen, Jamie went to Paris to study at the Université and lived with his father's cousin, Jared Fraser.
After Jamie had returned home to Lallybroch, in October of 1740 he was arrested by the English for obstruction – that is, for defending his family and property when the English set upon his home – and then taken to Fort William for imprisonment. He escaped, but the English pursued him and brought him back to the fort, where he was flogged with one hundred lashes for escaping. While still recovering, Captain Jonathan "Black Jack" Randall ordered that he be given another hundred lashes for theft. After his second flogging, friends came to help Jamie escape a second time, and in the process one of the guards was killed; thence Jamie had a price of ten pounds Sterling on his head for murder.
By the time he had escaped, though, he had word that his father had died of an apoplexy, apparently caused by his distress after Jamie's second flogging, when it looked as though Jamie had died.
Jamie then fled to France to join his best friend, Ian Murray, as a mercenary in the French army, where he stayed for two years. Returning once more to Scotland in 1742, Jamie traveled the countryside with a gang of broken men – men without clans – for six months, raiding cattle and the like from the borderlands, when one day someone hit Jamie in the back of the head with an axe, and his uncle Dougal had him sent to recover (or die) from his injury at the Abbey of Ste. Anne de Beaupré in France, where Jamie's uncle Alexander Fraser was abbot
In the spring of 1743, Jamie returned to Scotland with his godfather Murtagh, and once in the Highlands they were found by Dougal and his men, who were absconding with lifted cattle. Captain Randall and his dragoons pursued the Scots and engaged them in a confrontation, during which Jamie dislocated his shoulder. Soon after, Murtagh brought an Englishwoman named Claire Beauchamp to Dougal, having rescued her from being raped by Captain Randal



Colum MacKenzie is Jamie's maternal uncle. He is a man who reigns over a powerful clan, but must rely on his brother Dougal to be the true muscle. Colum suffers from a condition now known as Toulouse-Lautrec Syndrome, a degenerative disease that renders his legs immobile at times, and fills his days with great physical pain. Colum, using wine to dull the pain, is able to rise to the occasion when needed, parading around at clan dinners and gatherings, solidifying his position as clan leader.
The eldest son of Jacob and Anne MacKenzie, Colum grew up preparing to be the future laird of the clan, marrying Letitia Chisholm as part of an alliance between the clans. Around age eighteen, however, Colum took two bad falls; the broken bones of his legs never healed properly, and it became clear that it was permanent damage. It was around then that his father died, and suddenly the question of who would lead the clan was in question—could Colum lead, when he would clearly never be able to lead his men in battle? Or ought Dougal, his brother, to become chieftain? The clan held a great Gathering to decide the matter, and eventually Colum was chosen over Dougal. The younger MacKenzie, it was decided, lacked the judgment and levelheadedness needed in a leader. Moreover, Dougal stood by his brother's side and vowed to be his brother's legs and sword-arm, to follow Colum's orders and lead the clan as war chieftain in time of battle.



Dougal MacKenzie is the War Chieftain of Clan MacKenzie. His older brother Colum is the ruling Laird but would be nothing without Dougal, his loyal right hand. He is a skilled and experienced warrior. A strong leader, he commands respect in any setting and is feared by many. Unlike his brother, Dougal secretly supports the rebel cause against the British. When Dougal MacKenzie's father Jacob MacKenzie died unexpectedly, Dougal might have been chosen as clan leader over his disabled brother, but because he did not conduct himself well during the situation regarding his sister Ellen's elopement, it was thought such a reckless and hot-headed young man did not have the right judgment for leadership. However, when the brothers stood firm together, it was decided that Colum would become laird, and Dougal became the war-chieftain to lead the clan in time of battle. Claire Randall first meets Dougal MacKenzie, war-chief of the Clan MacKenzie in a small cot where she's been taken by Murtagh Fraser. Dougal questions Claire who tells him her name is Claire Beauchamp and he asks her why it's not pronounced the French way. Murtagh tells about Randall thinking Claire was a whore, but he tells Dougal he doesn't think she is. Dougal doesn't have time for it. They have to do something about Jamie before they can continue riding. Jamie dislocated his shoulder when he was shot off his horse. When Claire stops them from forcing the joint back in.



Jonathan Randall, commonly known as "Black Jack", was a minor knight in England during the time of the Jacobite Rising of 1745. He played a part in quashing the rebellion, and was heavily financially supported by the Duke of Sandringham. In 1746, Randall married Mary Hawkins, who bore him a son, Denys. Frank Randall, a historian and husband to Claire Beauchamp Randall in the 20th century, traces his family history back to Jack Randall. Jonathan was the second son of Sir Denys Randall and Jessica Wolverton.[1] His father was knighted in the late 17th century, and was awarded a baronetcy by King George I His elder brother, Edward Randall, inherited the family estate in Sussex, while his younger brother, Alexander, became a curate.
In the 1735, Randall bought his commission and served as a captain of dragoons. In late 1739, he became garrison commander at Fort William, succeeding Captain Buncombe. While in hot pursuit of a band of Highland cattle raiders, Captain Jonathan Randall of His Majesty's Eighth Dragoons stumbles upon a woman wandering the countryside in what appear to be her undergarments. Upon hearing her educated English accent, Randall becomes suspicious of her presence in the remote Scottish Highlands. Any further interrogation is cut short when he is knocked unconscious and the woman was gone when he awoke.
Randall meets the woman again some weeks later, when Dougal MacKenzie brings her to meet at an inn in Brockton, and introduces her as Mistress Claire Beauchamp. She explains her situation, which corroborates whatever MacKenzie had told him previously, but he remains highly suspicious of her still. To demonstrate his intention to use whatever means necessary to extract the truth from her, Randall punches Claire in the stomach. This method does not prove effective, however, and MacKenzie takes the woman away again.



The Duke of Sandringham is an English aristocrat with an eye for young men and unclear political leanings. He met a teenaged Jamie Fraser at Castle Leoch, and years later resumes the acquaintance after meeting Jamie's wife, Claire Fraser. Little is known about the Duke's personal life, other than his political activity, and even that is shrouded in uncertainty. In 1945, historian Frank Randall and the Reverend Wakefield make some discoveries about the Duke's alliance with Captain Jonathan Randall, who was in the Duke's employ to stir up Jacobite sentiments in the Highlands, but it remains unclear to what end the Duke was interested in the Jacobite cause: was he a Jacobite himself, or did he seek to subvert the coming rebellion?

 

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The story begins shortly after

SEASON 1 Episode 6 „Black Jack“

When asked if Claire is staying with the MacKenzies against her will, she replies to Lieutenant Foster that she is a guest of the MacKenzies. The lieutenant nevertheless insists that Claire accompany him to the garrison, whereupon Dougal decides to come along. During their ride, Claire can relate to how Dougal feels.

Although they ride to a Scottish town, he perceives it as hostile territory due to the presence of the English and thus feels like a foreigner there. She herself, however, is happy to be back among Englishmen who treat her with sympathy and respect.

Claire and Dougal are ushered into a dining room where they are introduced to Lord Oliver Thomas, who is immediately taken with Claire and invites her to dine with them. When Dougal answers his question about how to address him, Lord Thomas makes fun of his Scottish accent. Claire tries in vain to relax the situation, but Lord Thomas' remarks have offended Dougal, so he condescendingly mentions that Lord Thomas and the others should have stayed in London if they wanted to hear London English. The situation seems to get out of hand, so Claire makes a harsh remark calling both parties to order. After this incident, Lord Thomas does not let Dougal eat with them, whereupon Dougal promises Claire to wait downstairs in the tavern.

During the meal, Claire has a good chat with the English soldiers and manages to convince the men to let her take them to Inverness. At that moment, Jonathan Randall appears because he wants to report an incident in which English soldiers were attacked by Scotsmen outside the city. His eyes fall on Claire, whom he recognizes, although he claims to Lord Thomas that he does not. Through some provocative remarks, Jonathan gets Claire to proclaim her friendly and liberal views of the Scots, to the horror of the English soldiers. She tries to qualify her opinion by admitting that she has lived too long among the Scots. In her opinion, it would therefore make sense for her to return to her family as soon as possible.

At that moment, another soldier enters, reporting that a soldier was injured in the incident. Immediately, Claire leaves the room to take care of the man and encounters Dougal, whom she advises to leave the room because the English will be looking for someone to blame for the crime. When the surgeon comes in, she has already prepared everything for the amputation and helps the doctor perform it.

Later, she returns to the dining room, where she finds only Jonathan Randall, who is being shaved by Corporal Hawkins. From him she learns that Lord Thomas and the other soldiers are chasing after the Scottish rebels who caused this incident. The scene of the shaving reminds Claire of how she shaved Frank. Her memory of this is interrupted when Corporal Hawkins accidentally cuts Jonathan. His flaring reaction causes an uncomfortable tension and in this state of mind, he demonstrates to Corporal Hawkins how a throat shave goes. Without doing anything to the young man, he lets him go and now turns his attention to Claire, to whom he apologizes for his first appearance. To her he confesses that his behavior shames him, whereupon she is ready to accept his apology.

Jonathan then expresses the hope that his honesty will also be met with honest answers, and inquires why she came to Scotland. Inadvertently, Claire brings up his Sussex heritage, something she knows from Frank. After his astonishment at this knowledge, she claims that she recognized it from his accent, which he doubts, since his teachers tried to break him of it. Claire eventually cannot avoid telling her story and she claims to have followed a soldier she loved to Scotland, however he turned out to be a rake. Suddenly Jonathan Randall stands up and sharpens a piece of charcoal with which he draws something on a cloth. After a while, he shows Claire the picture, which turns out to be a sketch of hers that he would call "Beautiful Lies."

Jonathan, however, is willing to make concessions if she provides him with proof that the MacKenzies are raising money to create a rebel army. She denies to him that she has witnessed such a thing. Even at further insistence from him, she sticks to this statement and changes the subject by alluding to Jamie's whipping twice. Randall believes that Dougal told her about it because he was also present at the punishment. Thoughtfully, he describes the situation to Claire at the time and admits that he wanted to break Jamie, who accepted the first whipping without screaming. However, Jamie, who after some time could not stand on his feet, did not give in, so Jonathan decided to continue despite a fainting spell from one of his soldiers. While he could detect the horror of his behavior in the eyes of the spectators, he himself saw a certain kind of beauty in it. In his eyes, Jamie and he created a masterpiece in this flogging.

Jonathan then inquires about Claire's opinion of the incident, to which she explains that she sees that there is still hope for him because he is concerned about what others think of him. When he himself mentions that he is not the man he used to be, she tells him about how numerous men suddenly change in battle. However, she is sure that he can become his former self again, if that is what he wants. Her words seem to give Jonathan hope and he suggests that he could bring about a new start by taking her to Inverness. Pleased with his intentions, Claire lets him take her hand. At that moment, he punches her in the stomach with full force, causing her to collapse on the floor, gasping for breath.

Jonathan then demands that Corporal Hawkins, who has been called in, kick Claire in the stomach, whereupon the latter complies with the order with a heavy heart. Before the two can do any more violence to Claire, however, Dougal appears and, invoking the law, insists on leaving the garrison with Claire. Jonathan eventually relents, but he demands that Claire be taken to Fort William by the next evening.

After leaving town, Dougal stops with Claire at a river, from which he lets her drink before asking her again if she is an English or French spy.

Annoyed by this question, Claire wants to know how many times she has to answer before he believes her.

Dougal now loses all patience, overpowers the young Englishwoman and has his men take her back to Leoch Castle where she is to be subjected to interrogation.




AND HERE OUR STORY WILL START SOON

 

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Chapter 1
Angus and Rupert forced Claire into a chair when Colum MacKenzie walked into the room. Claire glared at him and demanded, "What is this? What did I do?"

Colum inclined his head slightly, "We will find out, mistress." Then he motioned Dougal and Jamie to follow him out to the next room.

"She saw us collecting donation for the Stuarts." Dougal said, with a touch of nervousness. "I don't believe she had told the English though." He added.

"Stupid!" Colum interrupted him. "You let her bear witness of such things when you had no idea who she works for! And I never asked you to collect the donation to begin with!"

"I don't think she is a spy." Jamie said. "Maybe she was telling the truth, she was just a woman trying to travel to her relatives in France."

"Don't be daft, lad." Colum said impatiently. "Everybody can see that she was hiding something. We must find out before she has the chance the get whatever intelligence she collected out to her employer, whoever that might be."

"Let me talk to her. I think I might be able to get her to talk." Jamie said eagerly.

"Alright, you go have a chat with her. She better start talking soon, or else..." Colum said.



Back to where Claire was held, Dougal told Angus and Rupert to leave Jamie alone with Claire.

When the door was closed, Jamie turned to Claire, his face filled with anxiety. "Sassenach, please tell me who you really are."

"Claire Beauchamp, who else?" Claire rolled her eyes. "You don't think I am an English spy, do you?"

"No, I don't, Claire. But it is clear that you are hiding something. Colum and Dougal are no fools, they know it. Unless you tell me what you are hiding, I can't help you."

"And why do you want to help me?" Claire rose her eyebrows.

"Because, because..." Jamie stuttered a bit, "you helped me... and I consider you my friend."

"And this is how you treat your friend?"

"Look, Sassenach, I am trying to help. But Colum and Dougal are really suspicious of what you are doing here. If you don't tell me the truth, I am afraid they are going to treat you much worse than now."

"What am I doing here? I don't want to be here at all!" Claire's temper was rising. "I was kidnapped and held against my will here! I just wanted to be on my way, and if they just let me go, I would have been gone long time ago!"

"You are right. But you have been here for a long time, and you have seen things. They need to be sure that you wouldn't be a threat to the clan, that is their job."

"Look, I have my secret and I think I am entitled to that. But I can guarantee you that it is my personal secret. It has nothing to do with your clan, or with the English army, or anybody else but myself. I swear that I have no interest whatsoever in your clan business and I will not say a thing about what I saw here to anybody. Isn't good enough?"

"That is more than good enough for me, you know. But unfortunately, I am afraid it won't be enough for Colum and Dougal." Jamie shook his head. "Please, Claire, if you can tell me a bit about your personal secret, I think I can convince them that it is safe to let you go."



Claire gave him a long, doubtful look. Could she tell him? Truth be told, she liked him, attracted to him even. But could she entrust her secret with this young man? Would he understand? How could he? Even herself didn't understand what had happened to her. Then she remembered this was a time when people hanged witches, or worse, burned them at stake. She shuddered with the thought and bit her lower lip in resolution.

The door opened. Colum and Dougal walked in.

"Did she talk?" Colum asked in a low voice.

"She promised that she had nothing to do with the English army and had no interest in clan affairs whatsoever, and she would not talk to anyone about what she saw here." Jamie said desperately. After a small pause, added, "I believe her."

Colum and Dougal exchanged a look. Colum nodded. Dougal said, "Mistress Beauchamp, I am afraid we would have to take you to the dungeon, where you may be more cooperative." He motioned Angus and Rupert forward.



Claire stood up. "You fucking bastard! This is how you treat a woman?" She shook off Angus and Rupert's hands violently. "Don't touch me! I can walk myself!"



The sound of the heavy dungeon door closing behind them startled Claire. She looked around; and her heart sank at what she saw. It is a big space, lit by many candles mounted on the dark stone walls and many stone pillars. The air was damp with a slight moldy smell.



There was a big rack in the middle of the room, and a pit with burning fire nearby. Scattered throughout the room were benches and chairs with pointy skewers on the seats, wood horse, pillory and many other ominous-looking furniture that she could not name. Chains and ropes hanged from the ceiling. Numerous sharp torture instruments hanged on one wall. "Are they really going to torture me with those things?" Claire asked herself silently and couldn’t help shaking with fear at the thought.

"Tie her to the rack." Dougal ordered. Angus and Rupert grabbed Claire. She kicked Angus on the shin with all her strength. Angus only grunted but didn't budge at all. She struggled violently, but she was no match to the strong arms of the two big men.



They tore off her dress, petticoat and stay, leaving her only in her shift and stocking, pinned her to the rack, with her arms and legs stretched out, her wrists and ankles securely tied with ropes. She cursed them all with the most colorful words, some of words they didn't understand at all.



"She has gotten the foulest mouth I have ever heard from a woman!" Rupert commented.

"But surely a pretty one..." Angus added fairly, almost drooling as his eyes fixed on Claire's body. She was still struggling against the restraint, her chest heaving, the form of her round breasts and pointy nipples visible under the thin linen of her shift.

Dougal leaned over her and said in menacing voice, "You better talk now, before it is too late."



Claire spat on his face. Dougal wiped the spit away, and slapped her hard across the face, which turned red immediately.

Jamie jumped forward to push Dougal back. "Stop! Let me question her... she will talk, alright? I promise."

"Lad, you have tried and failed. Now it is time to get tough with this wench." Dougal said.

"I will be tough. Give me one hour, please." Jamie pleaded.

Colum hesitated for a moment, and said, "fine, you have one hour to make her talk." He turned and left with the other men.




What will Jamie do, on the one hand he wants to protect Claire from brutal torture, on the other hand he is committed to his clan and he knows that the pretty English lady has something to hide. How will Claire react after the threat of torture, should she tell that she is from the 20th century with the risk of being exposed to even harsher torture as a witch and finally end up at the stake?
To be continued if there is interest
Many many thanks to Jjjack for his help on this story

 

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Chapter 2
"Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ! Let me go, Jamie!" Claire pulled her wrists against the ropes in frustration.

"I am sorry Sassenach," Jamie said with true regret. "It breaks my heart to see you suffering. But I cannot just let you go. Angus or Rupert would be just outside. If they see me untie you, they will kick me out. Trust me, you will fare much worse in their hands."

Claire snorted, but she stopped her vain struggle, her ankles and wrists hurting.

"Now, Claire," Jamie said urgently, "it is time to talk. You see that Colum and Dougal are really impatient now, and they would not hesitate to do you harm, if that is what it takes to make you talk."

"Of course I noticed.' Claire said bleakly. "But I have nothing to tell."

"Just tell me what you were doing in the highland when we first met you?"

"I told you already. I was just trying to get back to my family. How many times do I have to say this?!" Claire said, clearly frustrated.

"The family you have never met in France?"

"Hmmm," Claire made a noncommittal noise.

"Claire, you said you have personal secrets. I know it is none of my business, but for the sake of your own safety, please, just tell me." Jamie said pleadingly. "I might be able to figure something out to tell Column and Dougal to quell their suspicion and let you go."

Claire hesitated for a moment. He looked genuinely concerned for her. But then, the mental image of a witch burnt on stake was too strong to argue against. She shook her head.

Jamie pulled his own hair in exasperation. "Fine, I know you are a stubborn woman. Let me show you something."

He walked to one end of the rack. "See this wheel." He pointed at the large wooden wheel with handles. "If I turn it, it will pull the ropes on your wrists and ankles to stretch you out, it is going to hurt! A lot! Believe me."

Claire gave him a fiery stare. "So, torturing a defenseless woman, that is the best thing you highlanders can come up with?!"

"I guess, if the said woman is as stubborn as a mule!" Jamie walked to the wall and took down a whip. He swung it with a crisp crack. "You hear that? They will flog you. Remember the scars on my back? Do you wish your back to look like mine?"

Claire's fists clenched in fear. How can anybody who had seen Jamie's back forget it? It was covered a web of scars in its entirety, the result of being flogged brutally by Black Jack Randle, not once, but twice in the space of a week. To imagine her own back to suffer the same fate... She bit down on her lips and firmly pushed the thought out of her mind.

Jamie saw her reaction and redoubled his effort. He took a pincer hanging from the wall, closing its claw loudly. "See this pincer? They will use it to pinch you, really hard, on the leg, on the belly, on your buttocks, and even, ..." He paused a moment, then blurted out, "even your breasts!"

"Barbarians!" Claire cursed.

"You don't want any of this happen to you, right? So, talk to me, Sassenach, please!" Jamie pleaded again.

"When I first arrived here, didn't you tell me that as long as I was with you, I'd have nothing to fear?" Claire demanded.

"I am sorry Sassenach," Jamie hang his head, his face red with shame. "I overestimated my power in this place. I can't really stop Colum and Dougal from hurting you. Unless you tell me your secret, then I can try to convince them that you are no threat to the MacKenzies."

"I am no threat to anybody!" Claire said simply and turned her head away.

Frustrated to see that his threats didn't work, Jamie took another sinister looking instrument off the wall. It was a long iron tongs with sharp claws at the end. Jamie brandished it in front of Claire's face, closing the claws in demonstration. "Look at this! It is called breast ripper. Aye, they would dig the claws into your breasts, and rip them into shreds, or rip them right off, like Agatha of Sicily!"

Claire was visibly shaking with fear. She recalled vividly the painting of the saint's martyrdom that she saw, when visiting a London gallery with Uncle Lam. She stared bleakly at the ceiling of the dungeon, trying her best to unsee that brutal image in her mind.

Jamie was on the verge of losing it. He grabbed her and turned her to face the far end of the dungeon. "Damn you, woman! Look! There are many, many other terrible things here that you don't want to try!" He pointed to the torture instruments across the room. "That is the wooden horse, they will let you ride on it naked, your slit will rub again very rough wood! And that is called Judas's cradle. See that pointy tip? They will suspend you on top of it, and your sex or asshole will be impaled by that tip under your own weight! Your quim will be destroyed! Now, tell me your secret or I can't save you!"

Claire yelled in fear and rage. "You fucking sadist!"

Jamie paused in puzzlement. "What the hell is a sadist?"

Claire said through clenched teeth, "A sadist is someone who takes sexual pleasure in hurting someone, like you!"

"You don't understand anything, Sassenach?" Jamie said in exasperation. "The last thing I want is to hurt you! I am trying everything I can to shield you from what the MacKenzies can do to you. But I can't help you if you don't help yourself!"

At this moment, footsteps started to echo in the staircase behind the door. Jamie grabbed the whip and said urgently to Claire, "Sorry Claire, I will have to start to hurt you a bit. Because if I don't do it, they will do it themselves and it will be much worse. I will whip you lightly. Whatever you feel, scream, scream loudly so that they'd think I am hurting you badly, aye?"

The door opened to the crisp cracks of whip and the painful cry of Claire. Jamie was using his skill of taming temperamental horses to the greatest effort. He swung the whip so that it made very loud sound; but while the tip did land on Claire, the impact was actually without venom. Following his instructions, Claire wailed as if in great pain.

Colum and Dougal frown at the sight. Colum raised a hand to stop Jamie. "I take it that Mistress Beauchamp didn’t start talking?" He asked.

"No yet!" Jamie murmured, then lifted his head and said with conviction. "Give me a bit more time. Don't worry, I will make her talk."

"You took too long, lad!" Dougal said. "Don't think your uncles are fools. We can see that you are not really hitting her hard. No wonder she doesn't talk. Move aside, let the adults handle it." He walked right up to the rack, grabbed Claire's shift and yanked. The thin fabric torn open like a piece of paper, completely exposing Claire's body.

All men stopped, their eyes fixed on her creamy white torso, her firm breasts topped by ruby pointy nipples, and the dark curly bush between her legs. With her legs pulled wide open on the rack, her slit and the pink lips were clearly visible. Jamie caught himself and quickly turned his head away, his face flaming. Dougal, Angus, and Rupert all stared with their mouth hang open, their eyes moved up and down Claire's body greedily, taking it all in. Colum shook his head slightly and lowered his gaze.

"You dirty pigs! Let me go!" Claire screamed with rage, and struggled vainly against the ropes, her chest heaving, her breasts bobbing in the candlelight.

"You foul-mouthed besom!" Dougal boomed. "Maybe you will start to talk once I grab your sweet pair of ciochan and plunge my cock into you." He started to loosen his breeches, which was visibly bulging.

"No! I do not condone rape!" Colum said firmly. "Not even for an English spy."

"But we have to show her that we mean business, or she think we won't really touch her." Dougal argued grudgingly. "Why don’t we turn up some heat on her?"

Colum hesitated an instant and nodded. Dougal walked across to the brazier, grinning sinisterly. Before he could reach for the hot iron stick, Jamie gave him a shoulder which knocked him off balance a bit. Jamie grabbed the hot iron stick and waved it a few inches above Claire's face. "Talk now! Or you will be branded with hot iron!"

All blood drained from Claire's face. She closed her eyes firmly, her entire body as tense as a drawn bow. Jamie looked desperately from her to Colum, whose face was passive and inscrutable.

Colum motion Rupert and Angus forward. They untied Claire from the rack, dragging her kicking and screaming to the center of the room, re-tied her hands over her hand with a rope from the ceiling, and forced her to stand before her tormentors.

Jamie looked back to the elegant female body spread out in front of him, his hands and lips shaking, unable to decide what to do next. Then his eyes fixed on the triangle of dark curls between her legs. Slowly and carefully, he pointed the tip of the iron to her mound, hovering one inch above the skin. The smell of burnt hair permeated the dungeon. "Dumb stubborn woman, if you don't talk, then let's hear what you say to this!" Jamie cursed.
Claire could feel the intense heat over her mound, but it didn't really hurt much, at least not yet. Taking Jamie's cue though, she let out a painful howl.

Dougal shook his head and shouted, "I had enough of these theatrics! You are not really doing anything on her, lad! Give me the iron and I will show you how it is done!" Jamie hissed and waved the hot iron stick in his face, forcing Dougal back a step.

"Mistress Beauchamp," Colum asked in a low voice, "do you have something to confess?"

"Fuck you, you monster!" Claire cursed.



“Whip her!” Colum ordered. Dougal tried to grab the whip from Jamie, but Jamie held onto it tightly and yelled, "I will thrush her!" Colum stared into his eyes and said, “For real, this time!”

Jamie’s hands trembled, but he had no choice now. He swung, and the whip slapped on Claire's bare back; a red welt appeared instantly. Claire cried out in agony, tear welling up in her eyes. Jamie closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath and swung again.

Jamie stopped after 10 lashes. Claire's back was crisscrossed with welts. Blood was sipping out from some of the small cuts. She bit down hard on her lower lip so as not to cry out in pain, but tears were streaming down. Jamie lifted her chin and ordered, “Confess now!”

“I have nothing to confess to your dirty bastards!” Claire hissed.

Jamie turned to Colum, pleading, "Colum, please! Give her some time! She is not going anywhere, what is the rush? She knows now that we are not fooling around. Give her a night to think it over. She will talk tomorrow morning."

Colum considered for a moment, and said finally, "Leave her for now. It is dinner time. Let her think about it here tonight. Angus, guard the door. Don't let anyone in without my permission." He turned and walked out.

Jamie had no appetite and finished his dinner quickly. Then he went to the kitchen and packed some food, and after a little thought, filled his canteen with whisky. Just as he was about to leave though, Mrs. Fitzgibbons caught sight of him and asked him to help unload a cart parked outside the kitchen. It took him quite a while to carry the heavy sacks to various storage rooms. As soon as it was done, he refused the desserts that Mrs. Fitz offered him, and walked hurriedly through the labyrinth of the corridors towards the staircase leading down to the dungeon. Before he reached it though, he heard footsteps approaching behind him, along with the raucous voices of Dougal and Rupert, clearly half-drunk. He turned instead into a side corridor and hid himself. He could hear Dougal and Rupert walked down the staircase, and waited, and waited. What were they doing to Claire? They wouldn't really hurt her, not without Colum's order, right? Thoughts were racing through his mind as he waited impatiently. Finally, after nearly an hour, he could hear Dougal and Rupert came back up the staircase and walked away. He waited a little bit longer before hurried down the staircase.

Angus was still sitting there guarding the door to the dungeon, except that he could hardly sit up straight. To Jamie's alarm, as he approached Angus, in addition to the strong smell of alcohol, he thought he was smelling something else, something musky and distinctly male - the seeds.

Angus turned his sleepy eyes towards Jamie and broke out to a big grin. "Jamie laddie", he greeted him happily, "are you here to have some fun with the boonie lass too?"

Jamie grabbed his shoulders but suppressed his urge to shake him violently. "What did you do to her?"


Yes that is also the question for the audience, what have the brutal Highlanders done to poor Claire, any guesses??????
will be continued if there is interest.

Many many thanks to Jjjack for his help on this story

 

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Column, Dougal, Angus and Rupert visited Claire in her cell . "So, Dougal started, how is our beautiful captive? Her time-out is over,

isn't it? " " Yes, my brother", answered Column. " And her

decision is NO." Column liked the answer. He was really hot on this beautifull woman, and now she is at his mercy.

"Well, shall we go?" Dougal said to his brother. " Of course! Let's see how

she'll behave herself in the torture chamber. I'm sure that the performance will be great!

Claire just knew that they are coming for her. The door opened and one of them said: " You Out!" She went out

the cell with weak knees and Angus and Rupert grabbed her and

despite the protests of Claire dragged her down the cold stone
stairs to the big and well equipped torture chamber. Claire was shocked by the look of all the torture instruments inside.

She has never been to place like that and her fear was stronger than they expected. All those rusty iron pliers, pokers,

scissors, hooks, those rough wooden rods, short and long clubs, all those strange instruments in a form of pears, combs, paws,

drills! The atmosphere was horrible! And the braziers with the burning coals! And the torture table in the middle of the chamber

with those poles beside its lower end…poles! Why are they there…The thoughts of the scared woman were interrupted by the

voice of Column. " Good morning Miss Fraser! Let's not lose time. We know your answer. It's no, isn't it?" " I dont know anything!"

she confirmed once again. " You don't leave us another chance, my child. You will be put to the torture until you decide to speak the truth." Claire took a look at the men in the chamber.

Angus and Dougal were the torturers. It was obviously! The door of the torture chamber opened once again and

two men entered. She felt weak in the knees when she saw Dougal with a sadistic smile in his face.

Let me introduce you Angus and Rupert!" Dougal said still enjoying the horror visible in the eyes of Claire " They have great practice in the

interrogation of witches and other criminals…most of them women of course." Claire turned pale and the Dougal continued. " Dear

Miss Beauchamp! They are here to torture you in order to force you to sign the accusations against you. They have the

right to do whatever they want to do to you! No restrictions, no limits! The time is ours. Once again I'm asking you: will you confess?!" She

concentrated not to scream in horror and said realizing all the following horrible consequences: "No, I cant confess anything, I am not a spy“ Without saying

any word the men took their places in the comfortable heavy chairs at the long wall of the chamber. " Angus, Rupert she is yours!"

Column said. Angus and Rupert went to Claire and grabbed her hands. Now was Dougals turn.



He approached her with a disgusting smile on his face and put his big rough hands on her low-neck. She looked into his cruel eyes

with indescribable fear. Hear heart beating fast. He pushed the low-neck quickly down the dress and torn it off. Now her bare big

wonderful breasts were visible to all the men in the torture chamber. Claire blushed and tried to twist in shame but the

two assistants hold her fast and the kneeling Dougal finished the undressing of the beautiful woman throwing the torn dress in the

corner. Claire stood completely naked in the middle of the dark cold chamber in front of those cruel man and she knew that nobody

could save her!Where was the young Jamie, she could not see him anywhere. She was a marvelous specimen, with a beautiful

face, long auburn hair, a narrow waist, and long shapely legs. For few seconds all the men were so shocked by her beauty that

they just stood like frozen without making any move or saying a word. She was a goddess! And they were also inpatient for the

torture to start. Angus and Rupert lifted her hands and secured them above her head in the chains from the ceiling separated

about a meter from each other. Than they grabbed her foots and spread them also to a meter and secured them to the small wooden

poles in the ground. She trembled when her bare foots felt the rough stone floor but stronger was the feeling of shame staying

naked and exposed to the maximum in front of those men. Angus made some turns on the pulley and her body started to stretch. He

stopped turning it when she barely touched the ground with the top of her toes. Because of the uncomfortable position the

muscles of her long slender legs were nicely strained which excited the torturers in their desire to make her scream and

squirm.



Dougal took a thin whip from the wall and approached her behind her back. The first lash was so unexpected that Claire

thought she was going to die. Her body shook in uncontrollable convulsion. Her scream echoed between the walls of the torture

chamber. Before she calmed down he lashed her again. She screamed and twisted in her bounds in disbelieve that she's getting

whipped. Lash after lash Dougal whipped her mercilessly with all his monstrous power.



Claire kept on screaming and writhing with

tears running down her cheeks. He gave her 20 blows before she passed out for the first time. Rupert splashed a bucket with cold

water into her face and gasping she regained consciousness. Than the whipping began again! She yelled pitiful wriggling on the

chains and her full breasts jumping. After the 17-th blow she fainted again with her head hanging back. She was revived by

another bucket of water and Column went in front of her cached her wet hair from behind and pulling strongly down he spoke into

her face: " I'm asking you for the last time before things get more serious. Will you confess!?!" With a trembling voice she

answered: "No..no…I am not a spy believe me pleeease“ Dougal nodded to Angus and Rupert who went to her sides holding wooden rods and

after a sign of the column they started giving her strike after strike into her kidneys. The poor woman screamed in a total

desperation twisting and crying. The torturers hit her very powerful and the pain was unbelievable. Claire shook her head

back and forth yelling from the heavy torment. Hit after hit…scream after scream! Twenty minutes after the beating began

she passed out. Dougal brought the bucket with the ice cold water and splashed it on her body. Claire regained consciousness

trembling from the cold water and from the horrible pain in her kidneys. She was awaiting for the beating to continue but it

didn't happen. The three torturers were behind her and she heard such a noice which filled her with fear of the unknown. What

would be the next torture!? Angus and Rupert brought the spanish donkey and in the meantime Dougal started to lift her higher

turning the pulley.



She was lifted another 1 meter above the floor and then the Angus and rupert placed the torture apparatus

under her. Dougal sank her a little bit down till she sat on the sharp edge of the donkey which cut now painful into her shaven

cunt.



Angus and Rupert attached 20 kg stones on each her ankle and Claire screamed in pure agony when the sharp wood cut deeper

and deeper into her tender private parts. Dougal approached her and said: "confess woman! Confess!" " NOOOOO, NOOOOOOOO!!!" screaming

she answered while wriggling on the hellish edge. Dougal went to her side because he didn't want to hide the suffering woman from

his brother in the torture chamber. "Give her another two stones!" he ordered and the assistants added another 40 kilograms

to her ankles. The screams of the poor woman reached new levels and she shook her head from side to side twisting and shaking in

pure agony! Her entire body was covered with sweat and glanced on the glimmering light coming from the fireplace and from the

torches in the chamber. Dougal noticed that blood started to drip from her tortured pussy and laughed with delight. The suffering

of the beautiful woman couldn't be described. Now she didn't scream but just squirming with bulging eyes and a mouth opened in

a silent scream!. Finally Dougal decided to remove the spanish donkey and to give her 30 minutes

brake. They secured her legs again wide spread to the floor and retired to discus the further tortures. Claire was trying to

gather more strengths for the coming pain. She could die! The pain was so great! So horrible! The 30 minutes passed

and Rupert returned to her holding a pair of small pliers! He grabbed her left nipple with his big hand and placed it between

the jaws of the instrument. He pressed strong and Claire screamed in terrible pain. Pierre started to twist and pull the

tender flesh of her pink nipple and the naked woman wriggled and yelled covered with sweat. He released the left nipple but took

the right one! Now he started to torture the right with the same sadistic effort. Claire screamed and shook and ! Her muscles

strained in the convulsions stressed her perfect body! Taking turn at the nipples Dougal tortured her that way for an hour. Now

he took a brake for himself and the two other torturers approached the gasping woman equipped with two big special breast

pliers. Angus grabbed her left tit and placed it between the toothy jaws of the pliers. Rupert made the same with her right tit.

They started to squeeze her big firm breasts while twisting the pliers to the left and to the right, up and down. Twisting,

squeezing, lifting , pulling…The screams of the beautiful Claire were beyond human! So her agony!

After 15 minutes of that breast torture she passed out and hung helpless on the chains. Dougal revived her

with the cold water and the same torture continued again! "NOOOOO, PLEEEEAAAASEEEEEE!I CAN'T TAKE ANYMOOOOOOOOOORE!!!" she

screamed while trashing like mad. But the torturers didn't stop. They found the way she reacted to the movement of the pliers very

exciting! When they lifted the instruments with the pressed flesh inside she lifted herself on the top of her toes trying to follow

the way of the pliers in order to avoid the extremely painful twist of her breasts!



So Angus and Rupert made a small game while

torturing her with the pliers! When Angus lifted his instrument Rupert pushed his down so she couldn't make any movement to prevent

the cruelty of the torture! Claire pissed and soon a puddle of her urine was on the stone floor. Her tits were now

blue and bleeding! But the two continued their job. She fainted again and again but every time she was revived by

Dougal who liked the way Angus and Rupert were torturing the beauty. And every time she regained consciousness she saw the

torturers holding the hellish pliers in front of her ready to torture her further and further. She thought she would die! But

she was a strong woman and the death was too far from her…Just too far!!! The breast torture continued for three hours! Three

hours of pure agony and unbelievable pain! Totally exhausted and with her marvelous body convulsing from the shock she was

released from the chains and brought naked to the floor. The door of the cell opened and two jailers entered. They

grabbed Claire and dragged her out down to the dark corridor to another horrible torture chamber. She tried to remain brave but with

every new step which approached her to her hell the fear overwhelmed her more and more. When they entered the chamber all

the men were there awaiting the new torture session of the beautiful woman.

Flanking the poor Claire the assistants dragged her to the rack. They laid her on it and bound her ankles together and attached the hook

from the pulley on the lower end of the rack to the ropes around her slender legs. Her wrists were locked in the iron rings on the

both upper ends of the table.



Her breathing got quicker and quicker while her eyes staring at the preparations for the next

torment. Angus went to the pulley and cached the grip. He made a pause of 10 seconds deliberately and than made 2 full turns. The

slender naked body of the poor woman stretched violently but Claire didn't scream and just moaned. Dougal watched at the

reactions o his victim and said: " Are you brave enough, bitch? I'll break you! I promise! You'll wonder how much pain a woman

like you can take…You may see!Continue!" And Angus made another turn. Claire screamed when the stretching became stronger and

her body was now strained like a cord and looking extremely sexy under the pressure.



Slowly the assistant started turning the

pulley leaving F Claire screaming and shaking her head from side to side. She thought her body was going to be torn apart but the

torturers were enough experienced to know how long and how much a woman could be tortured without a serious damage for her life.

Claire yelled and trashed and Angus finished the last turn. He thrust a rod in the chains of the pulley and stopped with that

manner the stretching leaving the woman in that last position writhing on the rack. Now was Angus and Ruperts turn. They

took thick cat-o'-nine-tails and approached her from both her sides. Claire looked in terror how the torturers prepared

themselves to whip her. Angus aim were her still swollen breasts and Rupert was to lash her flat belly. "No, pleaseeeee,

noooooo" she cried with tears running down her cheeks and then the whipping began. The torturers lifted the cat-o'-nine-tails hi

above their heads and with all their power lashed her perfect shaking body. Claire screamed after each blow feeling the

terrible bites of the hellish whips. Her screams filled the torture chamber and they sounded like music for Dougal and not

just for him… Blow after blow , blow after blow…screams, moans, requests for the torture to stop…and screams again and again. The

Dougal and Column knew that Claire would eventually confess. The tortured women always did. But they hoped she would

prove herself to be strong willed and stubborn. After 20 minutes the naked woman finally fainted. Angus revived

her with cold water and the whipping continued. Bloody marks covered her sweat-soaked body. She squirmed and yelled so pitiful! It

inspired the torturers to give her more and more pain and they said to Angus to take a wooden club and to start beating her

soles. Now all the three torturers worked on the suffering woman and she trashed like mad shaking her head like crazy from side to

side!!! After 17 minutes of the combined torture she passed out again. Angus went for another bucket and after he returned they

continued with the same torture. The combination between the rack, the whipping of the breasts and the belly and the beating

of the soles drove Claire mad! Her screams got hoarse and she trashed really like a wild animal! She fainted again and again!

And again and again she was revived by the torturers and the torment continued.



They continued with holding some hot irons in front of Claire.



Column and Dougal walked in the yard and speaking to Angus and Rupert. " So tell us, what do you think about our pretty

prisoner. I'm afraid she is very tenacious and we will need more time to brake her." Angus laughed and after a short brake

answered: " You know …I'm doing that job since I was 23. That means already 20 years. I had many cases in my career and I

saw a lot of women like Claire. And they always confess…We have good methods to make them talk." "We don't have much time,

Don't forget this. " added the Column and turned himself to Dougal" Am I right my brother?" Dougal nodded and

said: " Anyway I intended to go harder on her tomorrow.

Don't worry. Tomorrow she will confess, I promise!"
TO BE CONTINUED

Many thanks to 007 for the text template and Michele Patri for his wonderful drawings, which I have reworked a little.

 

[fumetto]

Chapter 3 Part 2

They dragged Claire to the middle of the chamber and bound her in the position of the first day: wide spread hands and legs, her entire

body in full view for the men in the room.



She noticed that a brazier with burning coals was put near her with many horrible

instruments heated inside. She trembled when she saw Dougal entering the torture chamber. She was so afraid that she nearly pissed

on the floor losing control. He approached her and grabbed her pretty face with his rough hand. Than he spoke into her face: "

Today we are going to torture you harder, Claire …" She felt weak in her knees. Her stomach made a flip-flop. Harder! What did

they mean! How could there be more pain than she had already endured!!!" This is your last chance to sign before we start. By

the way before you answer I'll show you that I'm ready to do whatever I want to you just to make you confess.

Dougal took a knife from the wall and left It for a while in the brazier. Claire cried and begged for mercy.



Claire stood there spread and ready for a new hideous torture. Finally she said:" I dont know anything, I am not a spy…" and closed her

eyes awaiting the beginning of the new torments. Dougal liked the answer. He wanted to see her squirming and screaming! She

should pay for everything! Dougal went to the brazier and took a red-hot skewer. She whimpered when the torturer took the

instrument from the brazier. Her bravado was gone, and now she knew how terrible the pain could be, and the glowing skewer

filled her with dread. He turned himself to Claire and grabbed her left tit. Slowly he inserted the hellish iron deep into her

tortured tit. The pain filled her orb, and her scream of mortal agony filled the chamber.The long skewer danced as her breasts

leaped with her screams of agony, four inches buried in her tit with eight inches sticking out. Her face was twisted in supreme

pain and she distorted like mad in her chains. Dougal took another skewer and repeated the same procedure with her right

tit! Her screams were now so intense that they echoed mighty in the torture chamber. When Dougal started twisting the skewers in

different directions she fainted with a scum on her mouth. Angus splashed a bucket of ice cold water into her face and she

regained consciousness, then he took her from behind for a short time.





Her firm buttocks were riddled with the terrible skewers before Dougal finished, laughing at the

pain-wracked struggles of his luscious victim Angus took a red-hot poker and started burning her breasts, her belly and her inner thighs.



The incredibly

violently tortured woman renewed her screams. Her piss-soaked thighs virtually kicking due to the incredible pain of the

burning!



Her sweat body glistered in front of the fire. He touched then her ass cheeks and kept on burning her there for some time

She fainted again and again! Angus and Rupert took red hot pliers and biting with them deep into the flesh of her firm

and shapely ass pulled her ass cheeks apart. The screaming naked woman was at the end of her strength. She was shaking in horrible

convulsions and when Angus shoved slowly the heated poker into her anal sphincter Claire eyes almost bulged from her head

at this latest insult to her once beautiful body she uttered a gurgling moan, vomit dribbled from between her lips and fainted.

When she regained consciousness she heard her own voice saying:

"I dont know anything“

Dougal didn't wait for another order and showed the torture table to his assistants. She was laid on it with her legs spread wide,

her ass hanging off the edge. Her ankles secured in the iron rings on the poles to the both sides of the table

and her wrists bound with straps above her head on the two upper ends of the table.



She was

totally exposed for all the men in the torture chamber. She blushed and shivered in shame but soon the horror overwhelmed her

when she saw Dougal taking a pair of small pliers and approaching her between her wide spread thighs. He smiled and started to

fondle her exposed and inviting cunt. Despite the fear and the shame she felt a sexual arousal and her dark pussy lips got wet.

Dougal kept on fondling her and Claire started moaning and breathing heavy. Slowly she turned her head from side to side

groaning with delight. Dougal thrust his rough and big forefinger into her vagina and started fucking her. Her moans

got more intensiv and after another 5 minutes of sexual stimulation she twisted and groaned loud. Dougal felt that she is

coming and then he grabbed her wet big swollen clit between the jaws of the pliers and twisted the most sensitive part of her

body violently! The naked woman screamed like hurt animal jerking wildly on the table when her orgasm mixed with the unbelievable

pain. She thought she would die! She had never had such a powerful orgasm in her entire life! She convulsed mighty and

Dougal kept on twisting and squeezing her clit. Her screams were so pitiful, her pain so great! The torture master twisted and

squeezed the tender flesh with all the strength he had. He tortured her clit for 20 minutes and she fainted twice. Once she

pissed herself which caused the smiles of the sadistic men. Dougal released her finally from the pliers and Rupert took a 30cm thick rough

spiked club. He opened her cunt lips and thrust violently the club into her vagina up to the 23-th centimeter. Claire yelled

and arched her back hi over the table and Dougal started twisting the instrument around mixed with mighty pumping back and forth.

The chamber became a living hell for the beauty. Her screams echoed between the cold stone walls , she writhed like mad cried

for mercy…On the 7th minute after the beginning of the torture she passed out. Her body was covered with sweat and glistered

still convulsing after the interruption of the pain. Angus revived her with a bucket of cold water and Rupert continued his

job with the awful club.



This time he took a whip from the small table with the torture instruments and started delivering

bows to her cervix!



The pain was excruciating. The agony of the beautiful Claire couldn't be described. Finally after being

tortured in that manner for about ten minutes, after receiving innumerable terrible jabs, she uttered a gurgling moan, vomit

dribbled from between her lips, and she fainted for the second time. When she regained consciousness Dougal continued torturing

her genitals with the red hot poker burning first her clit off and then her cunt lips and the inner thighs. She squirmed like

crazy! The horrible pain drove her totally mad when Dougal was shoving the red hot iron into her loving channel.



TO BE CONTINUED

Many thanks again to 007 for the text template and Michele Patri for his wonderful drawings, which I have reworked a little.

 

[CruxLove]

Chapter 3 Part 2

They dragged Claire to the middle of the chamber and bound her in the position of the first day: wide spread hands and legs, her entire

body in full view for the men in the room.

View attachment 1286866

She noticed that a brazier with burning coals was put near her with many horrible

instruments heated inside. She trembled when she saw Dougal entering the torture chamber. She was so afraid that she nearly pissed

on the floor losing control. He approached her and grabbed her pretty face with his rough hand. Than he spoke into her face: "

Today we are going to torture you harder, Claire …" She felt weak in her knees. Her stomach made a flip-flop. Harder! What did

they mean! How could there be more pain than she had already endured!!!" This is your last chance to sign before we start. By

the way before you answer I'll show you that I'm ready to do whatever I want to you just to make you confess.

Dougal took a knife from the wall and left It for a while in the brazier. Claire cried and begged for mercy.

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Claire stood there spread and ready for a new hideous torture. Finally she said:" I dont know anything, I am not a spy…" and closed her

eyes awaiting the beginning of the new torments. Dougal liked the answer. He wanted to see her squirming and screaming! She

should pay for everything! Dougal went to the brazier and took a red-hot skewer. She whimpered when the torturer took the

instrument from the brazier. Her bravado was gone, and now she knew how terrible the pain could be, and the glowing skewer

filled her with dread. He turned himself to Claire and grabbed her left tit. Slowly he inserted the hellish iron deep into her

tortured tit. The pain filled her orb, and her scream of mortal agony filled the chamber.The long skewer danced as her breasts

leaped with her screams of agony, four inches buried in her tit with eight inches sticking out. Her face was twisted in supreme

pain and she distorted like mad in her chains. Dougal took another skewer and repeated the same procedure with her right

tit! Her screams were now so intense that they echoed mighty in the torture chamber. When Dougal started twisting the skewers in

different directions she fainted with a scum on her mouth. Angus splashed a bucket of ice cold water into her face and she

regained consciousness, then he took her from behind for a short time.

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Her firm buttocks were riddled with the terrible skewers before Dougal finished, laughing at the

pain-wracked struggles of his luscious victim Angus took a red-hot poker and started burning her breasts, her belly and her inner thighs.

View attachment 1286871

The incredibly

violently tortured woman renewed her screams. Her piss-soaked thighs virtually kicking due to the incredible pain of the

burning!

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Her sweat body glistered in front of the fire. He touched then her ass cheeks and kept on burning her there for some time

She fainted again and again! Angus and Rupert took red hot pliers and biting with them deep into the flesh of her firm

and shapely ass pulled her ass cheeks apart. The screaming naked woman was at the end of her strength. She was shaking in horrible

convulsions and when Angus shoved slowly the heated poker into her anal sphincter Claire eyes almost bulged from her head

at this latest insult to her once beautiful body she uttered a gurgling moan, vomit dribbled from between her lips and fainted.

When she regained consciousness she heard her own voice saying:

"I dont know anything“

Dougal didn't wait for another order and showed the torture table to his assistants. She was laid on it with her legs spread wide,

her ass hanging off the edge. Her ankles secured in the iron rings on the poles to the both sides of the table

and her wrists bound with straps above her head on the two upper ends of the table.

View attachment 1286874

She was

totally exposed for all the men in the torture chamber. She blushed and shivered in shame but soon the horror overwhelmed her

when she saw Dougal taking a pair of small pliers and approaching her between her wide spread thighs. He smiled and started to

fondle her exposed and inviting cunt. Despite the fear and the shame she felt a sexual arousal and her dark pussy lips got wet.

Dougal kept on fondling her and Claire started moaning and breathing heavy. Slowly she turned her head from side to side

groaning with delight. Dougal thrust his rough and big forefinger into her vagina and started fucking her. Her moans

got more intensiv and after another 5 minutes of sexual stimulation she twisted and groaned loud. Dougal felt that she is

coming and then he grabbed her wet big swollen clit between the jaws of the pliers and twisted the most sensitive part of her

body violently! The naked woman screamed like hurt animal jerking wildly on the table when her orgasm mixed with the unbelievable

pain. She thought she would die! She had never had such a powerful orgasm in her entire life! She convulsed mighty and

Dougal kept on twisting and squeezing her clit. Her screams were so pitiful, her pain so great! The torture master twisted and

squeezed the tender flesh with all the strength he had. He tortured her clit for 20 minutes and she fainted twice. Once she

pissed herself which caused the smiles of the sadistic men. Dougal released her finally from the pliers and Rupert took a 30cm thick rough

spiked club. He opened her cunt lips and thrust violently the club into her vagina up to the 23-th centimeter. Claire yelled

and arched her back hi over the table and Dougal started twisting the instrument around mixed with mighty pumping back and forth.

The chamber became a living hell for the beauty. Her screams echoed between the cold stone walls , she writhed like mad cried

for mercy…On the 7th minute after the beginning of the torture she passed out. Her body was covered with sweat and glistered

still convulsing after the interruption of the pain. Angus revived her with a bucket of cold water and Rupert continued his

job with the awful club.

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This time he took a whip from the small table with the torture instruments and started delivering

bows to her cervix!

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The pain was excruciating. The agony of the beautiful Claire couldn't be described. Finally after being

tortured in that manner for about ten minutes, after receiving innumerable terrible jabs, she uttered a gurgling moan, vomit

dribbled from between her lips, and she fainted for the second time. When she regained consciousness Dougal continued torturing

her genitals with the red hot poker burning first her clit off and then her cunt lips and the inner thighs. She squirmed like

crazy! The horrible pain drove her totally mad when Dougal was shoving the red hot iron into her loving channel.

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TO BE CONTINUED

Many thanks again to 007 for the text template and Michele Patri for his wonderful drawings, which I have reworked a little.

What an amazing story fumetto.

My most favourite part is - Rupert took a 30cm thick rough spiked club. He opened her cunt lips and thrust violently the club into her vagina up to the 23-th centimeter. Claire yelled and arched her back over the table.
Woww ! I can imagine the agony Claire must have suffered when 23 cm of the spiked club was thrust violently inside her open cunt. And the sheer excitement it must have given to her tormentors. Wonderful !

And I loved the following part even more - Dougal started twisting the instrument around mixed with mighty pumping back and forth. She writhed like mad cried for mercy … On the 7th minute after the beginning of the torture she passed out.
Incredible ! The reader can imagine the remarkable situation where Dougal is continuously thrusting the huge 30 cm club deep inside Claire's cunt. And how Claire must be writhing and screaming like mad. And this continues for a good 7 min till she passes out. Fantastic !

In 7 minutes Claire's naked cunt must have been pounded at least a hundred times. And every violent thrust must have given her as much unbearable agony as it must have given her tormentors such sheer ecstatic pleasure. Superb ! The story is narrated so dynamically that I can visualize everything clearly and enjoy every line thoroughly !
(And yes. Michele Patri's drawings are also wonderful as always.)
Eagerly waiting for the continuation fumetto ...

 

[fumetto]

After a long time, similar to the original series, the continuation of Claire's ordeal.


(Outside the dungeon)



Angus laughed heartily. "Oh, let me tell yer, that lass was so juicy! Those tits!" He flexed his fingers as if still groping.



Jamie's eyes were spitting fire. But drunk as Angus was, he didn't notice. "Mind you, we didn't rape her, not exactly anyway." He emphasized. "Colum said it was not to be done, so we couldn't actually grind her corn. But Dougal, bless him, told us that, as long as we don't put cocks into her cunt, it was all fair game. So, we were rubbing our cocks between her legs, her asscheeks. You know her skin was as fine as velvet, eh? Really nice."



He gulped another mouthful of whisky and continued. "Then I came up with the idea of fucking her tits. Aye, it was me, and they all loved it."


Jamie's fists tightened, but he tried his best to stay still and not hit Angus right on the face.


Taking no notice at all, Angus ruminated dreamily, "when you push those boobs together and slid your cock between them, it was as warm and slippery as any lassies' hole. I spilled myself right there on her breast.



So did Rupert. Then Dougal set his sight on her mouth. Being a wise man though, he knew that the mare would bite, you don't want to lose your manhood there do ye? So, he order Rupert to latch a plier on her tits.



When she didn't open her mouth Rupert pulled. That apparently did the trick and the lassie complied. Dougal told her that if she dared to bite, Rupert would pull her nipples off and worse...



The lassie got the message. Dougal really enjoyed her sucking and shot his seeds down her throat. It was really a sight, so much so that my cock got hard again so I did the same."




With a thump Angus fell back to the ground. In his drunken confusion he didn't know if he fell by himself, or if Jamie pushed him over. But he could see Jamie opened the dungeon's door and walked through it, and called behind his back, "have fun laddie, and take your time. You have the whole night with the sassenach."


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Claire opened her eyes, still shivering in her panic and confusion. "I am not a spy, please, please, don't, don't touch me." She blurted desperately.


"Claire, are you having nightmare? Claire..." A voice came from very close range. She struggled to regain her vision, until gradually the face of Jamie materialized in front of her.


"Please, please stop torturing me." Claire shrunk back.


"It is me, Claire. I won't hurt you." Jamie held her face and murmured some soothing sounds until she slowly calmed down. "Sassenach, you were screaming like a banshee. What happened?"




"Ah, " Claire sighed, "I think it was a nightmare, but oh my God it was so real, except the characters looked like they were from one of those cartoons I saw in the cinema".


"What is cartoons and what are movies? Claire, what are you talking about?" Jamie asked in complete incomprehension.


"Never mind, I dreamt that Dougal's men tortured me so cruelly, but it was a dream."


"Aye, it was a dream." Jamie confirmed gravely. "You are whole, you are uninjured, it is fine."


But he knew that was a lie. While it was true that Dougal's gang didn't torture Claire with the instruments, he could see plainly that they had violated her. She was naked, her hands bound overhead by rope from the ceiling. Her face and breasts were smeared with cum. The dungeon reeked with the pungent smell of it. He untied her and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe her face clean. With the memory of her rape coming back to her, Claire shivered with fear at Jamie's touch.


"Shhh, it is fine lass, I will not hurt you." Jamie continued his soothing murmuring, and moved with such gentleness, that Claire eventually relaxed. She let Jamie clean up her face and body, then put her clothes back on. Then she sat down at a corner and curled into fetal position.


Jamie sat down beside her; all sorts of emotions washed over him. He wanted to touch her, hug her, kiss her, but did not dare to move. At length, he made up his mind. He moved to face her, and said firmly: "Claire, I need you to trust me. I will get you out of here and take you wherever you wish."


Slowly Claire lifted her head. "Are you sure?" She gave a small, bitter laugh. "Why would you risk your own skin to save a stranger from your own kinsman?"


"I cannot just sit on my hands to watch them treat a woman so shamefully! Not to mention you are not a stranger. You are my friend." Jamie said firmly. "I will have to leave you here for a few hours to make preparations, but I will come back by midnight to free you. Where do you need to go?"


"Where I need to go?" Claire said, shakily. "I need to go to Craigh Na Dun. Will you take me there?"


"The fairy hill? Why?" Jamie asked, clearly surprised.


"Ummm, I mean, Inverness." Claire said sheepishly.


Jamie nodded. "Aye, I will. But we will have to shake off Colum's trackers first. You stay here and do not move. I will be back by midnight, I promise."


The wait was long and excruciating. The vivid nightmare still haunted her. She wasn't at all sure that it wouldn't turn into reality if she stayed in the dungeon. On the other hand, could she really trust Jamie?


Hours later, when the dungeon door swung open, she knew that she had chosen to trust him, as a wave of relief washed over her at the sight of Jamie. He helped her up, and asked, "Can you walk, Sassenach? Do you need me to carry yer?" “I can”. She followed gingerly him out of the door.


Angus was sprawling on the floor, his snore echoed in the corridor. Memory rushed back to Claire at the sight of him. The sensation of his filthy fingers inside both her orifices, his rough hands pushing up her bosom, his slimy cock sliding in her cleavage, the pungent smell of his seeds spraying over her face and breast, all came back and hit her like a tsunami. She put a hand on the wall and almost threw up. Seeing the fire in her eyes, Jamie grabbed her shoulder to steady her. "Don't even think about kicking him or smashing his head. Even though he deserves it and worse, it took me quite some work to make sure he is sound at sleep. We can't afford to wake him up." Claire nodded and followed Jamie up the staircase.



Out in the dooryard, they found Murtagh in the shadow, waiting with two horses. They silently walked out of the castle gate, where two guards were snoring much like Angus. Jamie mounted one horse and pulled Claire up in front of him. He wrapped Claire with his plaid, much like the night when they first met. When she leaned back into his warm, solid body, she felt something that she had not felt for long time, a sense of safety. It was so overwhelming that tears flooded down her cheek. "Are you alright, lass, anything amiss?" Jamie asked in a low voice. "I am fine." Claire sniffed, "let's go!". They rode slowly forward, followed by Murtagh. Then, when the road turned out of the sight of the castle, they urged the horses into a jog.


"Where are we going?" Claire asked.


"This is the road to Lallybroch, the Fraser's land. You probably guessed that my last name was not really McTavish. It is Fraser, James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser." Jamie said gravely.


"Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp." Claire replied. "Is Craigh, umm, Inverness, this way?"


"No." Jamie shook his head. "It was actually the opposite direction. We will have to first trick Colum's trackers. It is a long story, but I am the laird of Lallybroch. We will lead them this way first, making them think that we are running off to Fraser land, then we circle back around Castle Leoch to head to Inverness."


"Umm, Colum's trackers, are they really good?" Claire's heart sank a bit.


"Best in the highland. But worry not, Sassenach, I know them well and I know how to fool them." Jamie answered with confidence, which calmed Claire a bit.


They rode along the road in silence for more than an hour before arriving at a creek. In the middle of creek, both men halted their horses. Jamie hoped off right into the creek and offered his hand to Claire.


"Here? In the middle of the creek?" Claire asked in utter surprise.


"How else do you think the trackers will not notice that we left the road?" Jamie grinned.


Claire got off and stood in 6-inch-deep water. Jamie and Murtagh tied a few heavy sacks, filled with rocks, to both sides of the saddle of Jamie and Claire's horse. Then Murtagh got back on his horse and pointed a finger downstream. "Walk down the stream for about 500 feet, there is a rocky patch to your right. Get out the stream there. The other horse is just a hundred yard or so ahead, in the forest."


"Thank you so much, Murtagh." Claire managed a smile. Murtagh smiled back, "god speed, lass."


Jamie gave him a node and slapped the backside of the horse firmly. Murtagh led the horse out of the creek and back onto the road. Jamie and Claire turned and waded down the stream.




They left the stream on the rocky patch. Jamie carefully washed away any mud their footstep left on the rocks, before they continued into the forest. Finding the horse was easy. Without stopping, they mounted the horse and started southeast. The going was hard and slow, it was hardly a trail. Claire wondered how Jamie would know where to go, but Jamie seemed very confident with his navigation. "This close to the castle, we can't risk taking roads or even major trails." He explained. "It is going to take us longer, but we should reach Inverness before sundown the day after."