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Subject: {ASSM} Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition (MF FF Fg fist hum rp ws tort best)
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Date: Thu, 25 Dec 2008 09:10:02 -0500
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Nobody Expects the Spanish Inquisition
by Jim Fredericks

Note: This story has graphic sexual content including rape,
torture, paedophilia and bestiality. I advise you not to read
this if it is illegal for you to do so, which in most places
means you have to be at least 18. I do not condone any illegal
activities depicted herein. Anyone can reproduce this story
provided only that they do not do so on a paysite and that they
reproduce it in its entirety.

This story is partly inspired by "The Pit and the Pendulum",
which is rubbish, but never mind. It is set in the Middle Ages a
time of fear, superstition and ergotism (look it up on google). I
don't know medieval Spanish so I have rendered the dialogue in
idiomatic English. Any resemblance between the characters
depicted herein and any real people living or dead is entirely
coincidental.

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My name is Isabella Punani. I am about twenty years old, with
black hair, a large bust, and an hourglass figure. I suppose it
all started two days ago when my husband and I were selling the
bread we make: we were bakers you see. Anyway this morning I was
wearing clogs, a long red skirt and a white blouse and we were
making bread and my husband Ricardo asked me where I had put the
sacks of flour we had bought yesterday. The discussion got
slightly heated and I said: "Bloody hell, Dick, I didn't expect
the Spanish Inquisition." At that point the door to our humble
abode burst open and a bunch of men in red robes burst in
screaming: "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!"

"What are you doing here?" asked Ricardo.

"We'll ask the questions if you don't mind," said the Head
Inquisitor a thirty year old man with a slightly apologetic air.
"Oh, how remiss of me, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm
Torqemada and these two gentlemen are Michael and Peter. You're
Ricardo and Isabella aren't you?"

We nodded.

"Oh good, they had ever such a funny turn when we got the wrong
address and went next door," said Torqemada. "I tried to explain
that I'm just doing my job, we all have to make ends meet and
occasionally mistakes will be made. We said sorry about chopping
her husband's head off any everything but some people just won't
take one for the team. Me, me, me, that's all people are
interested in nowadays. Still, win some, lose some. But I
digress. You baked some bread yesterday and the people who bought
it are having visions so we think Isabella's a witch and we're
going to take her away so we can have a bit of a chin wag."

"Are you going to torture her?" asked Ricardo.

"Well ... depends what you mean by torture really," said
Torquemada.

Ricardo gave him the old stink eye.

"Not buying it, eh? Yeah, we're going to torture her." said
Torquemada. He took out his sword and pointed it at Ricardo's
chest. "Got a problem with that?"

Ricardo shrugged. "Will you bring her back?"

"Mmmm, dunno," said Torquemada.

"I guess I can remarry," said Ricardo.

"But Ricky," I cried. "They're going to hurt me and I didn't do
anything wrong."

"I'm sure if you're not a witch Torquemada will clear this up in
a jiffy, but you have to admit he has a very good point," said
Ricardo staring at Torquemada's sword, while a trickle of urine
made its way slowly down his trouser leg.

I snorted in disgust and turned to the Inquisitors. I turned to
Ricardo. "If I ever come back I'll cut your fucking balls off."

Ricardo looked at Torquemada. "You know I think she just might be
a witch."

Torquemada tied my hands and led me out with Michael and Peter in
tow.

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I was led to a monastery and into a large cold room with a table
at the end where Torquemada sat down while Michael and Peter
remained at my sides.

"Right, take your clothes off," said Torquemada. "And put on a
bit of a show for me."

"Go fuck yourself, you pervy twat," said I.

Torquemada nodded. "Michael, Peter."

Michael and Peter grabbed my skirt and pulled it down and the
tore my blouse off. Michael grabbed me and lifted me up while
Peter took my clogs then Michael dumped me unceremoniously on the
floor. I stood up shaking and blushing with anger and humiliation
and doing my best to cover my naughty bits.

Torquemada looked at me. "Don't cover up, puts your arms out in
the air and open your legs. Michael, Peter, inspect her for witch
marks."

Michael and Peter bent down and started to inspect my legs,
running their hands up and down them and looking very closely at
them, their ragged breathing gently tickling my skin. Michael
moved up to my arse, pried my cheeks apart, looked closely at my
puckered arsehole and then stuck a couple of fingers roughly into
my poop chute: I grunted at the discomfort and saw a flicker of a
smile on Torquemada's face. Michael let his other hand carress my
back, ostensibly feeling for lumps.

Peter moved up to my breasts and massaged them in his quest to
find something wrong with my body then he let his hands drift
down my abdomen. He knelt down, put his face close to my cunt and
gently teased the lips apart. Then he stuffed a couple of fingers
into my snatch, which was embarassingly wet and sensitive, while
he looked up at me with a knowing smirk. What's wrong with me?
Why was humiliation turning me on?

"That's enough," said Torquemada. "Are there any marks?"

Michael and Peter nodded.

"Put her in the cell with the other witches."

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I was dressed in a thin night dress and then thrown in a cement
dungeon whose floor was covered with straw. An assortment of
women sat around the cell looking bored: a fat woman (and when I
say fat I don't mean "oh my god I had a whole pizza last night
I'm a pig" fat, I mean sumo wrestler fat), a thin woman, a five
ear old girl and three plain looking women. All of them were in
sacks with arm holes.

One of the frumps looked at me, eyes burning with resentment.
"Well, look who's the new pet. I'm Anita and you're delicious."
She walked up to me and tried to lift up my night dress, so I
slapped her hand away.

"Hmm," said she, looking around at the rest of the inmates. "We
have a bit of resistance here. Grab her." And grab me they did
with one of the frumpy women grabbing each arm while the fat
woman sat on my legs.

"You know," said Anita. "Seems to me it's a bit unfair for
certain people to be given privileges the rest of us don't have."
Then she started to rip my night dress. She seemed to find this
hard going and by the time she had ripped the night dress off she
was breathing heavily.

She slowly my naked body up and down seeming to drink in every
detail. "Mmmmm, Well, maybe there isn't much of a mystery about
how she got her privileges after all," she said with a smirk,
licking her lips.

I blushed. "How dare you impugn my virtue. Just because you'll
give it up to any passing hobo doesn't mean we're all addicted to
fucking the first warm penis that comes our way." Waves of lust
were moving through my body: I was daring her to hurt me, use me,
punish me in the worst possible way.

Irritation replaced amusement on Anita's face. "She has a hot
little temper. Let's see how hot he cunt is." She reached down
and ran her hand over my embarrassingly moist snatch. She held
her hand up, her palm covered in my pussy juice. "I'd say she's
about ready."  She sniffed her hand and licked the juice off.
"She smells and tastes ready."

She crawled up my body and tried to kiss me. I turned my head
away and she grabbed my face turning it toward her and pinched my
nose until I had to open my mouth to breathe and then she kissed
me and stuck her tongue in my mouth swirling it around and
forcing me to taste my own snatch sauce. Then she grabbed my tits
and kneaded them roughly, and pinched and slapped and bit them. I
grunted with pain and frustration.

Then she moved down to my pussy. She spanked it hard several
times putting the full weight of her body behind each slap making
me squeal with pain and pleasure at the same time. Then she knelt
down and roughly jammed four fingers into my cunt jiggling them
around while she licked my clit until I came in a mind blowing
orgasm.

When I came back to my senses, Anita was standing over me, her
pussy practically dripping into my mouth. "Suck it," she ordered.

"Fuck you," said I.

She bent over, looked me in the eye and said: "Suck it, or I'll
beat you so badly that not even Torqeuemada will want you."

She lowered her pussy onto my face and I started to lick it. She
hadn't washed for a while so her twat tasted dirty and salty,
with a slight tangy hint of piss. She was getting really into it,
she ground her minge hard into my face, gently bit her lower lip
and moaned while she roughly groped her own tits. After what
seemed like an eternity she came and then took a few seconds to
wipe her cunt juices all over my face.

"Mmmm, satisfying. But you know I think Petra would like some
alone time with you," said the ringleader, gesturing toward the
fat woman. The three plain looking women retreated and the Petra
crawled up my body and started licking my face and grinding her
fanny into my thigh, rubbing her hige tits against my chest and
grunting like an animal, while sticking a thick sausage like
finger up my cunt. It was like being glued by sweat to a huge
blanket of blubber. After a few minutes of this I came wracked
with ecstasy and shame at the same time but Petra kept going for
about ten minutes before she came too but the buzz from my orgasm
wore off fast and it seemed like a lot longer.

"You know I think Julia should get a shot at her, don't you?"
said Anita to the women around her then she went over to the five
year old girls, took her hand and led her toward me.

"You've got to be kidding, I'm not going to have sex with a child
like some sick fucking pedo!" I shouted.

Anita shook her head and sighed. "Oh now this is awkard." She
turned to her three partners in crime: "Grab her." They grabbed
me and held me down as before.

Anita brought Julia closer and pointed to my snatch. "This is a
cunt. Can you say "cunt"?"

Julia looked very nervous. "C-cunt?"

"Do you know what to do with a cunt?" Julia shook her head. "You
put some of your fingers in it and then pump them back and
forth."

Julia put in a couple of fingers and pumped them a bit
reluctantly then took them out. "Feels icky."

Against my better instincts I felt incredibly turned on. "Please
put them back in," I said huskily, my voice shaking with lust.

Anita smiled. "I think we can do a bit better than that. Make a
fist and then put the fist in."

Julia shrugged, made a fist and slowly pushed and wiggled it into
my snatch. Her fist made my pussy feel incredibly full and
everytime she moved one of her fingers slightly it sent little
shocks of sensation through me. Anita knelt down next to Julia
and pointed to my clit. "Wiggle your fingers about and lick that
and you'll give her a big surprise." Julia hesitantly moved her
face down to my cunt,put her tongue out and gently licked my
clit. "Again, please," said I. Julia began gently to lick my
clit, while wiggling her fingers and turning her fist slightly in
my snatch. The sansations kept biulding and after a couple of
minutes I came incredibly hard screaming with lust.

I vaguely felt Julia slip her fist out of me and heard her say
"Did I hurt her?"

"No," said Anita. "She'll be fine."

I sank into a deep sleep.

------------------------

I was rudely awoken the next morning by two guards dragging me
along the rough, cold stone floor into a torture chamber where
they hung me from a set of manacles suspended from the roof.

Torquemada came in and looked me up and down appraisingly. "Are
you ready to confess, witch?"

"To hating your guts? Yes, I confess freely, with no
reservations," I said, not really feeling that I had anything to
lose.

"I see," said he with a sigh. He then took a thin whip down from
where it hung on the wall. I looked at the whip and gulped. All
of a sudden my cutting wit didn't really seem like much of an
asset.

He let it uncoil on the floor and took a deep breath in through
his nose letting it out through his mouth. Then he started to
whip me savagely putting the whole weight of his body behind each
stroke. Each lash brought an incredible, searing lightning bolt
of pain that left her screaming. The pain from each stroke faded
only to be followed a few minutes later by another stroke,
seemingly perfectly timed so that I would be in almost constant
pain. I tried to hang limp but that just made my arms hurt so I
had to remain standing while he lashed every patch of skin on the
front of my body. My hear hammered as it was trying to escape my
ribcage.

After about half an hour of this he walked up to me. "Ready to
confess?"

I shook my head, unable to speak. He put his fingers into my cunt
and found that it was wet, much to my shame and consternation.
Then he opened the front of his robe to reveal his erect seven
inch cock, which he slid into my waiting fuckhole. His body moved
against mine, scraping over the stinging welts left by his whip,
sending shooting pains through my body, which mixed with the
pleasure from my snatch. After a few minutes I started to grind
back against his cock and shortly thereafter I came overhwlemed
by the sensations too tired even to make a noise followed closely
by him.

He slipped his cock out of my pussy. "Do you confess?"

I nodded, just wanting it all to be over.

"What does that nod mean?" he said.

"I confess. I'm a witch, I croaked. Then I cleared my throat. "I
like to suck Satan's big scaly cock and then I let him shove it
up my cunt. No I don't just let him. I beg him to do it and in
return he gives me magic powers to turn people into frogs and
make my enemies suffer warts and stuff."

He nodded and then unbuckled the chain letting me fall from the
floor and as I lay there he peed on me, the warm liquid running
over my whip welts, making me grunt with pain. He closed up his
robe and went to the door. "Bring in the familiar."

He turned toward me. "You understand that we can't just take your
word for it that you're a witch. For some reason I can;t quite
fathom people confess to being witches when really they aren't
and so we have to test confessions."

He started to walk toward me, bringing with him a large Alsatian
on a chain.

"So we have a witch's familiar here, and if you are familiar
enough with it we'll know you're a witch," said Torquemada. He
moved it so that its penis hung over my face. "Suck its cock."

"You're kidding," I said.

"If you're a witch then you won't mind doing this. If you're
saying you're not a witch then I'll have to come up with some
other way to interrogate you," he said sounding annoyed.

As little as I wanted to fellate a dog, I liked the idea of
another session with Torquemada even less. I looked at its cock,
it was short and red. I started to lick it, it tasted salty and
it soon started to swell until it was about five inches long, its
swollen head protruding out of its foreskin. Then I took the
dog's shaft into my mouth and licked it and sucked it while the
dog growled with pleasure. After a few minutes it came producing
a small amount of salty cum.

"Let the familiar fuck you," said Torquemada.

I moved from under the dog and lay on my back and tried to gently
pull the dog so that its cock would make contact with my cunt.
After about ten minutes I managed to do this. The dog quickly got
the idea after its dick touched my snatch and he pushed his cock
into me and started humping. After he was finished, his cock
remained lodged inside me, trapped there by its swollen head and
it was at that point that the Pope walked in. Jeez, if only he'd
stopped by a bit later, oh well, never mind...

The Pope looked at Torqemada and sighed. "Riiiiggggghhtt. So this
is what you're up to now? I've had enough of this, you're a loose
cannon and I'm shutting down your department. I mean, honestly,
what do you think would happen if people found out the Catholic
Church was putting up sith sexual abuse, it would be a PR
disaster. You've pushed things too far this time. When I'm done
with you you won't be able to get burned at the stake in this
town, or anywhere else for that matter."

"Oh yeah," said Torquemada. "Well fuck you, I may be unorthodox
but I GET RESULTS DAMMIT! How dare you sit in your ivory tower
and lecture me about how to do my job. That pointy hat must be be
cutting off the circulation to your brain. I'm holding the line
against the witches and their witchery. I'm out on the streets
every day making the world safe so you can sit up in your palace
and issue Papal bulls, huh, Papal bullshit more like it. Soif you
don't like how I do my job you can take your staff and use it to
clean out your colon because I'm done taking your orders, you
fat, pompous fuck."

The Pope shook his head. "I had hoped you wouldn't force me to do
this." He turned to the doorway behind him , pointed to
Torquemada and made the universally recognised throat cut
gesture. A couple of soldiers came through the coor but not
before Torquemada grabbed the Pope and put a sword to his throat.
I'm not sure exactly what happened next but the Pope seems to
have got hold of Torquemada's meat and two veg because Torquemada
dropped his sword went white and dropped to the floor clutching
his nether regions. The Pope's soldiers came up to Torquemada and
stabbed him.

The Pope looked down at Torquemada. "Can't get the staff these
days," he said with a sigh. Then he saw the spreading pool of
blood and got even more upset. "Nothing gets blood out of
flagstones, we'll have to replace half the floor now, this is the
worst day ever."

Then the Pope turned to me and cleared his throat. "Um, when
you're done there you can go. If you hand your bill to one of the
monks on the way out they'll see you get paid." Then he walked
away, prsumably to do whatever it is that Pope's do all day.

When the dog's knot had subsided I managed to find a piece of
parchment and scrawled a huge amount of money on it (after all, I
might as well get something out of all this). I left the torture
chamber, asked one of the monks for directions on how to leave
and handed him my "bill."

The Church never bothered to  pay me. Bastards. Oh, and I'm still
living with my useless husband but I'm teaching the kids to hate
him, so that's okay and besides one of them looks a bit like
Torquemada and was conceived at about the right time I guess
that'll have to be an adequate revenge.

The End

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