Tribunal Inquiries Aboard Ship… God’s time is not our time, as The Truth is sought, even at sea, without shore under foot…The accused will be sentenced to further questioning to obtain the “truth”. At the timbers of peril, she will be kept aloft in a chain enclosure with iron bra and heretic spike in place. On this God’s morn, the Master inquisitor will spear head further questioning on deck abaft. Mercy given by counsel, death will not come this day said interrogation by binding, stretching, birching, whipping and burning. Will one keep its breath? Pulled from the bosom by the roped wench, her rib cage empties of its fearful breath. Skilled use of sea water, though many suffocate before they give. Tested for tell tale signs of heresy by way of the vibrating spike and its ability to induce pleasure. Witchcraft will be put to the true test by way of the witches scale. Finally, blood will not spill but on shore for God’s blessing. It belongs to the gallows and through tiresome beds of sharp points by the hundreds she is beckoned to confess to heresy, apostasy and witchcraft. The Catholic Church and the ruling power have common interests. They that fight the church, fight the King. Heresy is perceived as a global crime against God, the prince and society. The grand interrogator assures confession this day or the succession that follow here in.
Scorched Or Perish
Another chapter in the Dolcett Chronicles takes us into the dungeon where Abigail quite literally finds herself in a predicament of her own doing. She has gathered a list of items that the head of the household has ordered her to collect and have ready for when he gives her his weekly call. Two 23 gauge needles, twine, lead weights, two candle sticks, a thick rope tied into a hangman’s knot and a stationary dildo. Abigail then follows his direction starting with piercing her own two nipples from one side of her areola straight through to the other side. Next she is told to tie the twine behind the needles and lead it through a loop on the gallows and tie off the weights to each strings end. On all fours the rope is slung and fastened to the top of the gallows and dangles down where she slips it around her neck as she back her ass up onto the cock and slips it into her tight ass hole. She then lights the candles and carefully slides one under each of her breasts and the dance begins as the flames lick her oiled skin making her jump and tug and fuck herself in all sorts of multitasking confusion.