The orgasm reduced Eliska to a rigid corpse while her muscles jerked as if continuing the paroxysm. After a moment, during which Ladislav plunged into her deeper, Eliska said in little more than a whisper: “Lay the slut over me and fuck her - she needs a man in her. Fuck her, Ladislav, tear her apart! Plough deep into her, the dirty lesbian.”
He pulled the girl to him, laid her back over his Mistress and exchanged one sex for another, ramming into the girl before withdrawing to slide again into Eliska’s dripping vagina. The girl’s tied hands reached down and astutely caressed the cunt beneath them, cooperating with the copulation. Then Ladislav emptied into the girl. He did so with a roar of pleasure, and Eliska wound her hands round the hips of the girl above her to stretch the lips apart; then she crushed the clitoris between her fingers, extending the point upwards only to roll it viciously in her grasp until the lesbian surrendered herself entirely, arching back over her Mistress as the orgasm came. At the same time, the girl turned her head towards Eliska’s mouth to enjoy the thin lips and tongue. They kissed voraciously, drowning the cries of the girl as she jerked her loins uncontrollably.
Ladislav withdrew slowly, long lines of sperm linking the huge head of the penis to the slit he had used. Eliska eased the girl off her body.
“Tie the slut to the bedpost, my love,” she said, still prostrate on the bed, “and whip her for coming so quickly.”
Willingly the man took the girl to the end of the bed, untied her wrists and placed her in bondage, the arms reaching to the top of the bedpost. She stood palpitating, her breasts heaving, the belly withdrawn with lumps of semen dropping from the cunt.
I saw Ladislav select a whip from a side closet. There must have been some twenty whips available among which hung a thin lash armed with tails of braided leather at its extremity. Neatly he laid the whip across the breasts at least six times and then flagellated the bulging ribs and descended to the pubic mound. There he laid the whip on her flesh with a violence I had not yet seen. The girl writhed and screamed as the tongue of the leather marked her skin with purple fangs; she was obviously not yet used to the whip as Maryska was. The flagellation ceased suddenly as Eliska spoke, dragging her nails over the superb buttocks as if to mark the girl - who is called Zdenka, I hear - as her own.
“This lesbian must be introduced into our midst. She sucks well. She takes the whip well, her flesh will be kept for our use over the next weeks. She will be whipped by Sebastian to the very edge of her resistance. I need flesh like this. We shall see to it that she is kept naked, ready for flagellation several times a day until she is ready for the ceremony where she will certainly distinguish herself, I am sure.”
She turned to Ladislav. “You whip well, my love, but I still have to have her pierced and ringed and whipped by Sebastian. Is her cunt acceptable?”
Ladislav smiled. “She was or seemed a virgin and tight as a fist over my erection.”
So much the better,” Eliska replied. “in a week or so she will be like a whore, open and fully acquainted with erections. So far she has only enjoyed fingers, lips and tongues and the thrust of a woman’s hip-bone. Now she will learn what it is to fuck, suck and open her buttocks for what a female is made for. She is an admirable addition to our slaves.”
With this, Eliska rose and tugged on a bell-rope. Almost immediately, Bohumil appeared, as if he had been waiting for the call; bowing low, he untied the naked girl.
“Have this creature oiled, shaved and ringed for bondage. I need her available for my service until we order her to be brought for flagellation in the dungeon. You may use her in the cells but I require her to be fully chained. And I wish her breasts to be throttled so that, when she comes before us, we can observe how her nipples react.” Eliska paused a moment before saying: “The breasts of a lesbian need special treatment.”
At this point, I withdrew from the curtain to creep back to my chamber, agreeing with Radka that I was indeed in the presence of her Great Whore of Babylon.
I said this in a whisper at which Radka promised me further evidence of evil.
“Come with me tomorrow night my dear lord, and I shall show you much more,” she announced with hatred. Such invitations leave me in two minds.
In this desperate atmosphere of carnality, I went to bed and wrote you this letter, Nephew.
May God preserve us, Huldrych
Letter The Nineteenth
After a long ride through the outlying districts, where I was able to complete my survey of the secular lands of Zatoransky, I was, thanks to Radka, shown something that you, dear Nephew, will not believe.
After supper she came, as usual, to my chamber and led me down to the infamous bowels of the castle, to the so-called Red Cellar - why is it called red? Possibly because of the colour of the flesh that is scourged crimson there? It is a very secret place, open to few to view. We looked through a small vent in the wall.
Maryska was being punished for having refused her flagellator’s ejaculation, She was suspended by the wrists in shackles, naked and blindfolded as always, above a gigantic leather-covered wooden penis bolted to a block. Sebastian, by means of a chain running over an overhead wheel, was lowering the body on to the shaft which impaled her vagina, then raising it again.
The cunt was distended time after time by the shaft, as if to remind the girl that this narrow secret slit was the reason of her undoing and had become the centre of interest for her torturers. Maryska muttered strangely each time the rod bored into her; it was then I noticed that, for the first time, she was gagged. Why this was imposed on her, while she was allowed to cry out during her main whippings, I still cannot guess, unless it was to increase her sense of submission.
Finally, after innumerable impalements on the huge artificial penis, Sebastian whipped the girl’s buttocks with a short lash and then used a pair of iron tongs to play with her nipples until they were red and swollen. But as was the custom, no blood was allowed to be drawn from the slits of the nipples; they merely elongated to twice their normal length like bruised fruits on the summit of the breasts.
This sex-torture seemed totally divorced from the sentence to which the ‘whore’ had been condemned and I realized that, once in the Red Cellar, a victim is entirely at the mercy of the whipmaster to use her as he wishes. No rules apply as to how a female is treated here, it is a mere private interlude.
And yet to recall Eliska’s comment on the way Sebastian uses his victims, the man had some trace of humanity in him. Having played with the naked body, Sebastian now proceeded to pay attention to the clitoris itself in order to provide the groaning, over stimulated female with a modicum of pleasure. He removed the girl’s gag and closed in on her in order to grind the pommel of his whip into the cusp of the sex.
Maryska responded immediately, despite the treatment she had endured. Although impaled, she jerked her loins with tremendous force as her clitoris rose with the masturbation, the ring pressed flat against her belly. Her body became rigid, her bound legs reaching out, the head hung back, as the orgasm gathered. Then it exploded. She screamed and let her loins ride the blissful rasp of the whip-handle as the climax from the clitoris set fire to her whole being, radiating out to her limbs and every tissue, vein and muscle. Then she sank on the shaft plunged within her loins; she hung, sweating and panting, while the residue of the orgasm consumed the totality of her naked body. Her head fell forwards as if she had lost consciousness or at least any awareness of her anatomy.
Thus she paid for her inability to swallow her flagellator’s gift and yet was permitted to orgasm. How strange! How could she, I asked myself, attain such sexual heights while under such physical stress? I even whispered this to Radka.
“Ah, my dear lord, she suffers perhaps but the thrill in her cunt is very great The Peitschmeister knows well how to balance pain and pleasure, ordeal and orgasm. She is enjoying it, dear sir, They form a team, both na
ked, crazed with sex. it is the Great Whore who is evil. Not these two. One enjoys working on a nude victim, the other enjoys being worked upon by a handsome, nude flagellator with a big cock. This is normal. What is not normal is the Great Whore, sir!”
Not having expected such a torrent of homely comment, I nodded to Radka and took my leave, while she continued to watch the events within, cursing her Mistress, her sworn enemy, Eliska. For Radka, as far as Zatoransky was concerned, Satan was not male but female.
I went to my bed bewildered, weary and utterly confused over the nature of human behaviour here. Before falling asleep, I recalled that Radka had threatened me with yet a further sight of our Great Whore. Yet another!
(After a hiatus, the MS continues but on different paper and in different ink)
Two nights later, with Radka and at her express bidding, I parted the curtains at the side of Eliska’s bedchamber. What I saw surprised me more than anything else I had witnessed. Let me try to describe it, with the help also of my inadequate sketch which I beg of you to destroy along with these letters.
Eliska was spread and bound with slender crimson thongs to the posts at the end of her bed. Except for her riding-boots, she was completely naked, her white arms and legs outstretched, her superb body taut and shining in the flickering glow of the candles; her breasts bulged forward, jolting under the effect of what her lovers were doing to her. Beneath her and between her parted thighs, one of the men - I believe it was Premsyl to judge by his hair - was firmly inserted in her sex, Eliska thrusting down on him to the extent her bonds allowed.
Standing on the bed before her face was Milan, his hands on his hips, plunging a vein-ribbed erection into Eliska’s throat while she sucked insatiably on the monster, her lips retaining the foreskin back to enable her to concentrate directly on the sensitive rim of the bloated purple glans.
Behind her sweating nudity, Ladislav - I deduced this from the size of the penis that swung before his loins - was lashing his woman’s buttocks with a bunch of soft thongs that I took to be strips of fine kid. Compared with the strokes laid upon Maryska’s flesh, the whip seemed almost gentle, but it was quite adequate to heat up and mark the magnificent rump clenching in pain and pleasure at each blow.
Eliska’s eyes were closed, her mouth half-open with sexual pleasure as she was penetrated and whipped; only occasionally did a cry issue from her gullet, a hoarse, deep shout of erotic delight. I watched for a long moment until the men exchanged positions, as if each was eager to give and receive to the utmost reach of ecstasy. It was a cry from Eliska that caused them to release her. They fell together on the feather bed where each man continued to belabour one of the three orifices in turn.
I never thought, Nephew, a woman could be used with such force; she lay writhing and panting, her arms caressing her lovers in a sort of wild abandon of frenzied sex. Then, with a simultaneity of practised masters, the three erections were ready for the climax of the scene. Kneeling round their undulating Mistress, the men withdrew and frigged strongly. The loads of scalding opaque sperm shot out from the slits, splattering over Eliska’s body until she looked as if glued with it - like a wasp in amber. Eliska spread the lumps of heavy liquid over her entire torso and then masturbated violently before them as if her life depended on the magic energy of her orgasm. Slowly the group subsided into the sheets.
A short while later Ladislav tugged on a bell rope at the head of the bed which brought to their side a handsome, middle-aged woman clad only in a short skirt. Carefully she wiped down Eliska’s breasts and belly, passing a lace cloth over the cunt, pubic mound and inner thighs; then she bent over, her fine dugs swinging above the bodies, to clean off the liquids from each man’s dwindling erection. As if this was insufficient for her Mistress and Masters, the woman licked each of the four sexes until the last trace of sperm had been cleared. She then covered the bodies with fresh sheets and left them to their rest.
“That is the senior bedchamber overseer, Bojena,” Radka whispered to me, “a famous whore who rules her domain and her underlings with ferocity. She fucks with Jakub when not on duty here. A true bitch! Beware of her, sir! She reports all to the Great Whore.”
With that I returned to my room, bewildered and yet thankful to Radka for having shown me the depths to which this hostess of mine is capable of descending. I decided in the future not to agree to any further clandestine pilgrimages of this sort. These orgies of self-gratification among my hosts, although they are amazing to watch, are not my business, and I am taking risks that I should rather not run.
I might mention that I offered a Venetian ducat to the old Radka for her pains, informing her of my decision, but she refused it haughtily. “Pieces of silver lost a man once, my noble lord,” she announced with biblical simplicity. “Let us rely on revenge.”
The next day I was entertained to a festive supper of goose, dumplings, cabbage and apple sauce, which you know I relish, and for once I enjoyed the conversation which, for a change, did not include the treatment of serfs and slaves but rather dealt with the invention of Gutenberg whereby characters and letters are now printed with ink. And, as with Radka, there was talk about the great voyages of the Empire’s captains and the discovery of the New World. We avoided all mention of Luther and the Speyer Decree of Toleration; I am very prudent now. Evidently my hosts are aware that the end of my mission draws close and they wonder what will be the result of my reports to Nuremberg. If they only knew of the contents of my letters to you, Nephew!
Another thing: the goat cheese here is admirable and I intend before my departure to see it made down in Zatoransky. I wish you could taste it.
It is Ascension Day and beautiful weather for once. Everyone seems content in the castle - except no doubt Maryska in her cell, Ottla who awaits her piercing, ringing and flagellation, and the lovely lesbian nun, Zdenka, who also is under preparation for a full session of cleansing.
During Mass, Brother Ignatius seemed highly agitated for some reason; is it because of the revolts that seem to be brewing, or his customary hatred of Eliska or is it something else? I shall tell you more later, for indeed it is something else... And something very serious, something intimately connected with his meek compliance before the wiles of our old Radka.
May your studies advance with success,
Huldrych
Good news! Eliska has agreed to let Tereza go with Hans. I offered to pay for her. “She’s not worth a Venetian ducat!” she said. “Tell your man to ride her with a sharp spur and give her the whip twice a week.” I ask you! Hans couldn’t wield a whip if he tried!
Letter The Twentieth
Before I recount the frightening new developments that have come to complicate my life and which the old Radka imparted to me, you should know about some of Ladislav’s remarks. I had rather reluctantly and unwisely agreed to his accompanying me and Hans, instead of the surly guard, on one of my visits to Beremec where another minor convent is situated and where I could complete my land and serf survey.
Among his stories, which I admit are fascinating, he said that the local sects of the Flagellants, now forbidden but of which he naturally, if secretly, approves, held Venus, the goddess of spiritual and sexual love, to be their goddess.
If this is true, it is no wonder they have been pursued as heretics and burnt alive! Further, he recounted that some defrocked priest from Wallachia beyond the Danube was spreading the rumour that St. Ann’s rich aunt, St. Elizabeth, was made pregnant by John the Baptist! How such dreadful tales get about is totally beyond me, but they demonstrate the state of credulity rife in these parts. How far Nuremberg, Durer, the Court and you seem to be from me...
As we rode through the fine forests of evergreens and aspens, he repeated the fact that over a third of all the lands is owned by the Church and that it, as well as the nobility, had the right to arrogate village and seigniorial cases to be tried in their own courts. Th
is is, of course, irregular - just as irregular as the Gräfin Eliska judging and sentencing females in her castle. What is frightful is the persistent use of theEx abrupto procedures by the Church, and incidentally by the Bishop here, whereby suspects can be tortured and whipped before being read the indictment.
Even the Margravine, Ladislav protested, does not go this far in her dealings with female serfs, servants and wayward whores. Every woman is told beforehand why she is to be stripped and flagellated. Cold comfort, I thought to myself. Cold comfort for the poor girls writhing and screaming in chains below.
He firmly contends that we are now entering what he terms the Age of the Spirit, the very threshold of the Last Judgement. If only he could have read my thoughts, Nephew! For Zatoransky, with its castle and such miserable, cruel places as this Beremec would certainly not survive that Judgement. To make conversation, I informed him that the Spaniards who now rule the earth consider their venture into the New World as the Last Crusade and that they have been chosen to bring this Last Age he mentioned to fruition prior to the ending of the world; Columbus himself, I hinted, was considered to be a Joachimite messiah, seeking to purify the Church as a leader of the Crusade, yet employed by Their Most Catholic Majesties.
We duly arrived at the grim convent of St Agatha; its sole enlivening feature were the fresh lilies of the valley of our new month of May growing in the inner court. Here I was able to consult the copy of the census of all households in the area, including the muster rolls of local men available for the wars; Eliska retains the original but never told me so!
Again the counting of females is more difficult since so many are beggars, destitute vagrants or whores, apart from the few living in homes as wives, offspring or elders.
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