The Blade of the Wind
By Bandit



   'click' click' ,'click',,,,,,,'cl,,ick' The totally concerned pace of
Princess Saleen, in her highheeled footwear , echoes in the stone and
marble throne room of her father's great castle. The pretty princess
thinking out her next chosen words unto her subjects; the news just brought
her is both depressing and upgrading. She cannot express herself at this
time, as her father would indeed. The news that the very mysterious Blade
of the Wind is a woman, not some gigantic warrior, the petite princess must
respond to,,but unlike her father she cannot just snap out that royal
guards and soldiers are getting slain in droves,,,,,,,by a woman!!  She
secretly smiles for that sisterly fact, these men at arms are so disposable
anyway,,,and readily available; the princess , if not a princess would
cheer loudly for femininity,,,but this indeed would upset the people so
loyal to her father.

   Being the only child, and her queen mother just passed away, if her
father one day dies in battle, then she rules the kingdom; kingdoms, the
princess knows all too well, that are handed down to a princess will be
subject to treacherous deeds by men that choose to rule the upstart new
kingdom. A woman such as the newly discovered Blade of the Wind, might
choose to rule as well; she certainly is not! like the princess in a power
struggle against men; "The bitch!" ponders the princess, has slain an
army's count of men already; the men useless against her. Perhaps? the
princess ponders on still in the dead silence of the throne room, if she
were to somehow do in the Blade of the Wind, then all men would fear her as
well; for they have been totally unsuccessful in capturing her and bringing
her to justice for her crimes against the crown.

   In a meadow far away, the gorgeous raven haired Ashley parts with yet
another mount taken in battle from a slain royal soldier; she knows that a
peasant girl that owns a horse would be too conspicuous and questionable by
the royal guards that seem to grow in number in spite of the Blade's
reducing of their numbers as best her loneness can. With a caressing kiss
for the borrowed horse, planted firmly upon it's snout by the shapely lips
of Ashley, done up in bright pinkness, Ashley knows she has made a friend;
Ashley's final gesture is to remove the cumbersome riding saddle;; fleeing
the scene of an hour ago, there was no time to relieve the horse of that!
thing of evil; and if there was time now, Ashley would mount up and ride
off to peacefulness somewhere. It does her heart sad, but the only way that
she can separate herself from the horse is to smack it hard with her open
hand, upon its hindloins and send it away; in the past she has dismounted
but the horse just followed along beside her, a tell tale that she cannot
afford.

   In a peasant's hut not far away from where the battle weary Ashley
strides away in parting with her borrowed horse she has just sent on its
way. Free of man's bridle and saddle; chat of all's not well rages on. By
the discovery that the Blade of the Wind is a woman, a warrioress and not a
man, will bring about indeed a rejuvenated masculine force that just may
prove too much for the Princess of the Peasants; her royal birth status
ended with the murdering of her entire family. It was thought by evil, that
the entire royal family had been slain, but Ashley away in the tropics with
a newfound friend, survived. As non political as Ashley has always been,
she had, upon her return, nary a friend in power.

Ashley is though, not entirely friendless where her people used to rule,
but rule with fairness and freedom for all. There are those in the kingdom
that know she still lives ;the Blade of the Wind a name given what she does
in challenging the new cruel rule of the kingdom,, kill off its army as
best one can, a few at a time. The everspreading word of the

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people, to royalty,,,,,the Wind,,,,,,the killing phantom from out of
nowhere always,,,,the Blade. The blade now discovered to be a woman is a
disgrace to the royal army and the king doesn't even know it yet; he is
away dealing for weapons and ships to bolster his realm.

   The gorgeous Ashley, upon returning to the humble hut she lives
sometimes in; sometimes elsewhere, is not surprised at the wildfire news of
royalty's discovering that the Blade of the Wind is a woman; in this
morning's skirmish with royal guards, the gigantic breasts that fell free
as a royal sword sliced through  her rawhide and leather wear were hers;
and the escapees from the skirmish had no doubts now about the Blade being
female; two that might have escaped died as they gawked in total amazement
at just how much of a female was wrapped in the tight disguise.

   Fear in the eyes of her people, but relief in Ashley's golden brown
eyes; wearing all that 'man stuff' was totally burdensome and now not
needed. Evil knows, and let them die knowing it.

    Princess Saleen, to the amazement of those ranking royal members she
still has not issued her statement on the discovery of the female Blade of
the Wind, smiles almost as if joyous of the news; in this throne room full
of men and a maid or two serving food and drink, the heat of battle of the
sexes airs silently; twenty votes though male and just four female, the men
count, giving their ruling, for now, princess her vote; her two present
maids; and the phantom Bitch with the Blade of death for opposing men.

   The plan the very clever princess now issues, instead of some useless
royal statement about the news of the day, even the men nod their much
older and masculine approval of; this plan will reduce the vote of the fay;
when completed, to 20 to just 3, the princess and her two maids.

   The plan by the princess though will lower the male ego of
trustworthiness,, for  they would, if they were that mysterious Blade of
the Wind, never fall into this obvious trap,,,the male Blade of the Wind
would seek survival for himself. In the pretty eyes of the princess beams a
powerful worldly fact ,,no man stands there, that didn't crawl out of a
woman's womb somewhere at some time. The fact that it takes a man to
produce offspring is a man's strong argument;;;;but, a man too spreads
seeds in a field,,that will produce nothing unless a higher power of nature
smiles upon that man.

   Under the king's leadership for nearly two full years, in hunting down
the Blade of the Wind,,nary a result in favor of royalty; just a drastic
reduction in the royal ranks of men at arms. In the king's absence to take
care of much broader concerns, these past two months,,,,,,no results as
well.

   Two guards soon, in the market place look over the young maidens for the
most beautiful one that can be found; these guards know not how beautiful
the Blade is , but beauty seems to draw more of a crowd than does
commonness.

   A scene would arouse the people and the princess' plan of calmness must
be carried out to the letter. Once a pretty enough village wench is
selected the guards move on but they will keep a constant eye upon the
selected one; the princess' plan not fully understood by her men, but they
will do exactly what they have been told to do.

   The young girl finishes her shopping, under the ever watchful eyes of
the guards, now four in number to complete the task.

   Royal guards up and down the narrow alleyways is a constantness that is
taken for everyday granted by all villagers. 'thumppp' "Nhhhhhhhh!" The
bludgeoning of the young girl's unsuspecting skull is no more of an
offsetting noise than a flock of pigeons taking flight. The young innocent
taken totally by surprise, she passed guards on her short


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way home countless times; she never knew what hit her or felt herself being
bagged and carried off, her market purchases to be donated to the guards.

   Dropped into holding cell in the castle's dreary dungeon, the
unconscious beauty is still, of mind, somewhere in the narrow alley on her
way home with the market goods; she will awaken whenever to find herself in
the huge burlap sack, not tied, so she will then crawl out to greet her
fate.

   As dawn's bluing of the night's total blackness brightens and widens
unto all, the earliest of risers within the village are startled to see
upon the royal news posts, that the Blade of the Wind has been captured at
long last; the royal post news' penman has etched the likeness of the Blade
of the Wind, as if they knew it was female all the time; no reference to
this fact is written,,,one artist's etching worth a thousand scribed words;
details of the capture left to the minds of the villagers.

   Awakened much earlier than their usual time of day, the entire village
population has visited a royal news post somewhere within the village. The
entire castle guard population has visited the cell of  the doomed
innocent. This dawn has also brought about the reduction, very secretly, of
the number of escapees from the last encounter with the Blade of the Wind,
that would  know that this is not the real Blade; the capturing guards as
well have been eliminated; to all except high ranking royalty, this is
indeed the feared Blade of the Wind., the be publicly executed for crimes
against the realm. This, not! wanting to be impostor to be gagged as well
as chained to the marketplace stake of sacrifice  and execution; the stake
very seldomly getting cold under the new king; his daughter just as evil.

   Wagering amongst royalty is commonplace,,the odds here set by the
boastful men at 10 to 1 that the princess' feminine egoful of honor hast
women like no man; the real Blade of the Wind will surrender herself to
save the innocent wench; 10 to 1 is set that she will not be that naïve .

   Midday for Princess Saleen brings 10 times her wager, but 10 times the
number of Blades of the Wind, each taken into the castle walls separately
by the gate guards; that choose the younger of the group; but it's not for
them to say; nor does the gathering crowd know what exactly is going on.
The confessing women are all beautiful but all but that chosen one a bit
aged to have defeated men twice any of these women's size; and as for size,
the breasts on the younger wench are more appealing, whether or not she is
the real Blade of the Wind; and having surrendered separately Ashley saw no
other women; she surrenders to free an innocent young girl,,but fears that
her surrender will double the pleasure of the evil king. Ashley hoping that
execution will be stayed until the king returns. A king that cruel denied
this pleasure will surely take his wrath out on those that truly denied him
his very personal pleasure. Ashley knows indeed of the castle's very well
equipped torture chamber, there for centuries before her parents dwelled in
the castle.

   For a non employed peasant to enter the castle walls for any purpose,
chains are required, wrists chained behind the peasant's back,,,male or
female; and ankles chained as well with but a half stride's length of chain
between the manacles. "gllllpppp" Ashley fearing for the very first time a
return home. Escorted for interview and interrogation the gorgeous Ashley
gets 10 times the amount of castle guards that took great pleasure in
chaining her voluptuous body's shapely limbs into a helplessness that has
drawn out that breasty body's every tell tale chilling goosebump; the
guards eager to see just how many female goosebumps those awesome sized
breasts can fit upon their mountainous mammary measurements; soon this very
honorable but stupid young woman to be stripped of her all in a selected
torture chamber.

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 In catching up with Ashley's procession, the 10 guard escort is reduced to
just one, the princess herself that has seen the others at a glace, and
eliminated them as the Blade of the Wind; they will however be eliminated
by  torture for lying to royalty.

   "You are this Blade Bitch!?" The princess snaps out questioningly but
figures she knows the answer anyway; no one this gorgeous would surrender
falsely to anyone for anything; the princess seeing only the shapely pink
lips of the now chained up idol of the villagers, in totally sensuous
shapes of 'yes' with the sexy flashing of this beauty's teeth in her
response. The frail touch of the princess' deathly cold fingers upon
Ashley's ample bicep muscles, now chained away, re-erupts every goosebump
of total concern Ashley's

muscle magnificent body can muster up, her gorgeous gam muscles chilled as
well; the actual temperature in the narrow stoneways a slight chill, one
the inside of these heavy chains a frigidness of fear; pride though that
gifted this evilness with a fully chained avenger of this cruel realm, will
also keep the cries for mercy stomachside of her vocal cords.

   "nnnnnHHHHHH!" Ashley grunts silently as she is prodded into a small
torture chamber. Her strength bordering superhumanness by nurturing, she
can see , will be useless here. As a child venturing down here to see this
creepy catacomb filled place. she saw badly rusting away chains; but as new
as the chains that bind her now, are these chains of horror before her
fearful eyes.

   Ashley knows well the female ego,,,and in some women it is as overly
large as the male ego that chooses  to dominate the female; this puny
bitch's ego to be the one to chain up a feared adversary,  all by herself
may be the break Ashley needs to escape this evil,,,with a very trade
worthy hostage. In the heavy chains Ashley has been fastened into, the puny
bitch is indeed in power over her,,,but,,,,,,,,,,,"MMMMmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Ashley takes into her nostrils and breathing attempts by her shocked mouth,
a fully drugged cloth that renders her once more helpless at the sexy feet
of the princess; the removal of the present chainery cannot be felt by the
doomed idol of the village.

   The scrumptiously tanned skin of this very perfect plus specimen of
female figure and features is very joyously carved out of the peasant style
hand made clothing this awesomeness is wrapped in. Ashley's gigantic
breasts and loose female muscles indeed are carved out of the feeble cloth
of peasantry, this shapely body tugged the rest of the way free of it's
encumberment. "Oh yes!!" A very jubilant Princess Saleen swoons as she must
go over every inch of this superwoman's extremely excellent body; Saleen,
fisting into Ashley's bangs delights in the very artistically sculpted face
of a very proven adversary; that boosts Saleen's ego, by being 'out of it'
completely, Saleen taking her well manicured fingernails and distortingly
tracing those perfect lips of the peasant girl know as the Blade of the
Wind.

   Knowing that this peasant girl's physique was not nurtured to this
prominence by house chores' Saleen will let the mechanics of the torture
chamber place the no longer feared Blade Bitch of the Wind in a spreadeagle
to be studied further and tortured very very slowly and painfully to death
the rest of the way;;; no other hands shall touch this female perfectness,
only Saleen's,, the torture implements as well only in the hands of Saleen
the genius  behind the super intelligent capture.

   'snapp' Ashley's right wrist falls prey to the evil steel chain's
cuffing gadgetry, her curvaceous hips and tossed loose gam muscles getting
jostled into the action by a now drooling Saleen. 'snapp' Ashley's left
wrist is captured in steel restraint as well; but the frail Saleen can do
no more until the mechanics of the dungeon yank this bitch up to a very
uncomfortable '"raise your hands ,stupid bitch" position that pride has
gotten this elusive superbody into.

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 'chinkk-a chinnk-a chhinnk-a chhhinkk' The naked raven haired gorgeousness
is hoisted up and up by the feeble fingers of Saleen upon an activating
lever nearby; Saleen's sexy eyes of exotic green enjoying the fully
spreading village woman that now dangles in a slightly rotating motion of
her long luscious legs, the wideness of separation

the chains demand of the man killing bitch's captured arm muscles disallow
any real upper body movement,,,except those enormous breasts that wriggle
in their dance of captivity. "MMMMMMMMM!!!!" Saleen swoons out through her
drooling mouth as Ashley's gorgeously muscled gams tapered  into sensuously
thin aklebones that are just too shapely not to be drooled upon; but the
sexy feet of this special bitch have killed; Ashley's right ankle pulled
toward it's steel fetter and chain in Saleen's clamped on
fingers,,,'snnaapp' Ashley's sexy ankle fastened in place,,,and soon
Ashley's only free limb ,snnaappp' is fastened onto as well; her stripped
nakedness dangles now in heavy chains in the dungeon that was never used in
her childhood.,,,,,,,,

                                                          end chapter one
of two


   "The Blade of the Wind ,huh!" The jubilant princess sneers out to the
openness of the desolate dungeon, filled only by the victorious princess
and the totally stripped naked Ashley, that blade of the wind that has
battled the evil of the new realm, but has fallen into the clutches of this
new realm of evil by the goodness of humanness that had to be satisfied in
a  womanly way of rightness of heart. The gorgeous raven haired beauty, now
totally chained up to helplessness , dangles in sensuous splendor in a s-p-
r-e-a-d-e-a-g-l-e exposure of her female figure of fantasticness; the
pretty green eyes of Saleen looking over now her array of mutilating tools
of torture to bring the 'last hope' of the peasants to a grotesque gruel of
meat for the royal pets;;but the victim must be conscious and able to feel
the wrath of Saleen as she slices and hacks the beautiful Blade of the Wind
to pieces, as s-l-o-w-l-y and p-a-i-n-f-u-l-l-y  as her skills will
promote.

   Dangling in total unconsciousness Ashley feels nothing of the mammary
mangling fingers of the evil princess that tests out these great orbs in
fisted into mammary meat of of voluptuous proportions, that is so
vulnerable; in t-w-i-s-t-s and s-q-u-e-e-z-e-s of Ashley's well developed
breasts, the evil princess delights in her powers to do as she so pleases
with the natural global shapes of Ashley's great breasts that look so
distorted by diabolic design in the fists of evil. Ashley's perfectly
puckered nipples become a thumbed into disorder in disarray, the teats of
these sexy nipples become a reversed ridiculousness in unproud perts of
perfection in female breastage crowns; Saleen enjoying every freedom she
can unload upon the 'once feared' super blade bitch, that dangles like a
mere damsel in Saleen's superior chains.

   Saleen's sensuously strong green eyes see it all before them,,the
chainsful of the Blade of the Wind, s-p-r-e-a-d-e-a-g-l-e-d  in suspension
that powerfully reduces the peasant's idol to just a gorgeous woman
,,,,,,that stupidly tried to take on the new realm's princess of a more
dominating strength, than her father the new King of Bondchester;
unstimulatingly missing from this splendid scene of sadistry is the
'people's princess's' conscious physical s-t-r-a-i-n-s  and  s-t-r-u-g-g-l-
e-s  now! versus Princess Saleen's cunning mind that has very successfully
chained up in the torture chamber, the feared Blade of the Wind; that the
king could not, at the cost of countless men, get chained up here for a
personally satisfying disposal.

   "Peasant bitch!" Saleen drools out loudly as she cannot take her pretty
green eyes off of that more than gorgeous peasant girl, of more than
womanly endowments; Saleen looking over the ragged belongings of the
unconscious capture for a trophy of her triumph; the now chained bitch's
'blade of the wind' a fine trophy to be boasted of for countless years;

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the peasant bitch's crude clothing, the added kindly for a fire;
the??????,,,pendant, however, most familiar to Saleen, the pendant's
likeness carved in many places throughout the castle. 'What would a peasant
bitch be doing with the coat of arms symbol of the House of Renee???'
weighing heavily on Saleen's murderous mind; the pendant, now unfisted in
the palm of Saleen's evil hand. The small symbol of the House of Renee, a
huge dredging out of Saleen's evil mind. The Kingdom of Bondchester will
not hand out ,what seems to be a solid gold pendatnt,,,,,,to peasants??????
"Manfred!" Saleen enforces loudly with expectations,,,,Manfred the knowing
most kept survivor of the

House of Renee's servants,,,now serving the King of Bondchester,,better
serve this new kingdom's princess with the information she seeks.

   'kawhhaaappppp' 'kawhhooopppp' A powerfully administered backhand and
reenforced forehand slap to the s-p-r-e-a-d-e-a-g-l-e-d capture's gorgeous
faceful of expressionlessness is Saleen'a sadistic 'good bye' for now bid
to the no longer feared Blade of the Wind; Ashley's sensuously sculpted
facial features giving way to evil's hateful bashing of facial flesh to the
bones of the extreme beauty.

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   Old Manfred now gets a dungeon tour, that chills his ancient spine;  the
evil Saleen demands an identification of the s-p-r-e-a-d-e-a-g-l-e-d  Blade
of the Wind; is this indeed Princess Ashley of the House of Renee???? ,,or
not!??

         The old one's mind ponders ever more quickly than the evil mind of
      Saleen can

      compete with; Manfred knowing that if he does not identify his beloved
      Ashley, that he

      watched grow from birth, the Blade of the Wind, suspended in the
      chains of death will

      die slowly and painfully as soon as she regains consciousness; to be!
      The Princess of the

      House of Renee might just but the time between now and the king's
      return. In tears and

      clinging onto his beloved princess' totally stripped naked bodyful now
      of awesomely

      proportioned female features, Manfred needs not speak out this
      identification,,Saleen is

      assured that indeed this! Is Princess Ashley of the House of
      Renee.;;the evil Saleen has

      actually now, in her lust for torture and dismemberment of human
      specimens, outsmarted

      herself; she now will have to wait for her father's return to further
      her diabolic desires..

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   "nnnnhhhhhhhh" Ashley stirs her scrumptious self out of total oblivion ,
her gorgeous big brown eyes overly exposed to engulf evil's all that has
been done to her since last she was conscious; a sensuous neck muscle s-t-r-
a-i-n  revealing that upwards, far out of physical comfort's range , are
her steel bound wrists w-i-d-e-s-p-r-e-a-d  to obviously to enforce upon
her young mind that evil! is indeed in charge now of her fate;; her fate
she does not! have to guess at.  Her long luscious legs of lure in perfect
muscling are s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d  out as well below; her sexy toes unable to
r-e-a-c-h out enough to place their shapely perfectness upon this dungeon
floor, where she did indeed play as a child,,,playing in a child's world
and participating in the adult world ,Ashley now finds

unrelated. Never having seen the chains of the dungeons used, Ashley , is
enlightened into the realm of rumor about such uses of steel versus
humanness; her extremely shapely humanness though is all that the once
royally and properly dressed Ashley has in her stripped nakenness in the
dungeon's torture chamber of the once,,,House of Renee.

   Ashley's gorgeous globes of grandeur in earth color are wide still in an
o-v-e-r-exposure of realisticness that filters unto her mentalness through
these beautiful eyes in a display of play lost,,,these tools of torture are
for real; some of which she remembers as a child as being long rusted,,,now
lubricated with blood and flesh-bits of others that have been here where
she now has been s-p-r-e-a-d-e-a-g-l-e-d  in chains to suffer as those
unfortunate souls had suffered since the Realm of the House of Renee fell
to evil.

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 Physically Ashley is the awesome female that up until this day has bested
the forces of the King of Bondchester,,,until some ,,princess bitch of evil
finagled her capture; mentally as womanly soft as a housewife, Ashley
envisoning now her childhood of soft very cuddly playthings; these hard
steel things she now faces in chains helplessly, were! just 'things' that
were very mysterious to her then,,,,,,as they are to her now;;;but chills
of fear of the unknown are everpresent in her mind,,,that fists up her
every sexy muscle loin

to rid these things of mystery from her presence;;;these 'things' must go;
Ashley frets in her chained bondage,,for she cannot go anywhere other than
where the mechanics and attached chains will force her breast-rich body to
go,,,,,,and whenever evil chooses her body's humiliation to be placed upon
the slaughtering stage of evil's jubilance.

   Killing off the forces of evil with her bare hands,,,blade,,and deadly
feet was easy for the determined Ashley's revenge;; but the more determined
efforts of evil now prevail,,and prevail as a superfactor. Super by human
standards Ashley's female muscles are indeed,,,but chained up in heavy
steel, her shapely muscles are but a thrill for sadistic
onlookers;;;Ashley's sexy muscles and evil's chains are a 'wine and dine'
show offering for the members of the new realm; that Ashley would like to
get her powerful fingers upon to strangle one at a time until they all
cease to breathe.

   'BITCH!!!!' Ashley grunts out to her self satisfaction, as the evil
Saleen approaches now; Saleen the air of perfumed ease; Ashley, extracted
sweat's air of arrogance.

   "Princess Ashley,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,I  believe???..." Saleen lashes
in, to draw Ashley's exotic eyes to a widened recognition that she would
rather not expose,,but in the ensuing eye contact that Saleen
dominates,,the Princess Ashley's bowing eyes of despair are the nod of
correctness Saleen seeks,,but knew anyhow. The mutualness of each woman
knowing in some way the other, chills the sadistic scene,,,that Saleen only
can heat up at her pace of torture for the 'welcomed home' previous
princess of the castle,,and it's discomforts for unwanted guests.

   'SNAP' Saleen's fingers sound out and the chamber fills with four men,
all more than twice Ashley's size, and Ashley  s-p-r-e-a-d-e-a-g-l-e-d  in
heavy chains and helpless.. "Seize  the bitch, and rechain her for a walk."
Saleen orders out coldly and stands by as her men unfasten Ashley's wrist
and ankle manacles and encircle Ashley's shapely thin ankles and resisting
wrists with steel binders.

   "nnHHHHH!!!" The gorgeous Ashley grunts out as her w-r-e-n-c-h-i-n-g
wrists struggle to break the masculine grasps upon them, but 'chhnnkk' a
solid steel twin one piece wrist binder is fastened onto her now loose
wrists that have lost the one sided battle to remain free; "TAHHH!" she
spits in the man's ugly face nearest her; but she surrenders her sexy
ankles to be bound once again in steel restraints, 'snap''snap'. 's-c-r-u-n-
c-h' "LLLKKKKK" Ashley groans out as her stomach muscles are punched into
viciously by the revengeful man she spit in anger upon; Saleen smiling with
satisfaction in seeing  her adversary's shapely flat stomach muscles being
driven sadistically back into Ashley's spine, Ashley's sensuously sunken
navelful of hairy masculine knuckles totally demolished 'crunch' Ashley's
knees dropping to the stone floor as she is dropped from the hold of the
two men that held her up for punishment; Saleen fully enjoying the bow by
the ex-princess of the House of Renee.

   "On your feet! Bitch." Saleen oders now; knowing fulwell that Ashley
cannot,,,,,until Saleen removes her foot's high heel shoe from Ashley's
back.

   The helpless Ashley can see just one of Saleen's pretty feet planted
before her, the spikelike agony is Ashley's back has to be the 'evil
bitch's' other foot. "NNHHHHH!"

The totally distraut Ashley struggles to her sexy feet in chains as soon as
the evil Saleen removes her foot from digging into Ashley's now aching
back.

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 Prodded viciously now in her ribcage by the poker implement Saleen now
flaunts before Ashley"s dreary eyes, Ashley is forced onward to wherever.
'shhhinnk' "Bastards!!!" Ashley curses back over her shoulder as one man
torments her by tramping upon her ankle chains, causing her to stumble face
first toward the rugged stone floor. Ashley's herded along in torment
continues; her great breasts jiggling and swaying in tune with the steps
allowed her by her heavy ankle chains,,and no interference from the men
that escort her along.

   Tiring of this smooth pace that the gorgeous Ashley is able to keep up
between dodges of the cruel poker that Saleen delights in torturing her
capture with, Saleen toys with her adversary even moreso  by enforcing her
free powerfulness over the chained up man killing Blade of the Wind; Saleen
props Ashley's head by her tightly held chin of pride up upon the poker's
fire singed face; Ashley having to look so far ceilingward that her strides
are no longer true and straight; Ashley staggers and wobbles along now as
best she can; her gorgeous golden brown eyes will seek no contact with the
eyes of these evil people that have her breasty body stripped totally naked
and fastened over securely in heavy, heavy chains and limb binding thick
steel attachments. Saleen tires, as the march goes on, of Ashley's
disconcern for this humiliation;  Ashley getting better and straighter in
her forced march of doom, she steers her curvaciousness along by the
ceiling stones design.

   Saleen blends in her arm's getting tired of forcing the super sexy
Ashley's head upward into a sensuous neckloin strain, and her need to point
out this route taken through the bowels of the castle to her 4 escorting
men at arms, the pointing to a place to turn with her poker wielding hand
will be,,and is her escape from a disgrace in her physical powers.

   Eye contact, as Saleen turns to her men that pace along the boob-filled
bodyful of heavy chains , is inevitable; Ashley's sexy eyes looking far
past the evil Saleen that drives her pretty eyes into those gorgeous globes
of grandeur to a depth of foreverness.

   Four masculine erections accompany the procession as well, the male
juices flowing as the eyes of the men study this awesome former Princess
Ashley of the House of Renee.

   Those heavy chain lockups on Ashley's perfect female feet, she tosses
about on her sensuously tapered and thin ankle bones  excites and
stimulates one man; her  great breasts wriggling about as her hands chained
behind her back pulls her shoulders back toward the wrists fastening steel
device, and drives her majestic mammaries to an awesomely displayed
forwardness excites others of these evil obeying men,,,her gorgeously
muscled gams that keep her shapely buttloins in constant dancing motion has
already slowed one man as he climaxes to a secret orgasm and loses a few
steps in the pace of the procession; that man gets a slight smile from
Ashley's  pink lips of lure; a secret eye contact with this man and Ashley
hopes she has gained at least one friend out of the ranks of evil.

   In the middle of seemingly nowhere in a narrowway in the catacombs,
Saleen orders out,,,"Dismissed!" to her men that snap to a very revealing
attention to her highness' command; eye contact with her foursome flashes
before her Saleen's eyes three trouser tightnesses and one totally soggy
masculine crotch area; the men reading in their princess' eyes that fact
the this very special capture belongs,,,very privately,,to only the
princess herself; that at this moment is! in command of the kingdom.

   The men disappear and only the two women remain at a standstill in the
narrowway; the royally dressed knowing of what goes on,,,the naked beauty
in chains knowing nothing as she does look over these long straight walled
surroundings with nothing more than a few  torches in holding brackets
along the barren walls for lighting purposes.

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Ashley watches in silence, that Saleen notes mentally for her adversary to
save her lungs for screaming out in agony for mercy,,,,she'll need her
every last vocal capability soon. Saleen's reaching for a torch she doesn't
need, wrinkles Ashley's brow with concern : 'Why stop here to take up a
torch; that can only be used in some way for torture here, there is
definitely enough light here; and the torture chamber of moments ago was
full of torches!!???'.

   Ashley sees that Saleen does not remove the torch from the wall bracket,
her eager fingers activate some sort of a wall rotating lever,,,but
again,,,'Why!???' wrenches Ashley's boggled mind.

   Now Saleen fists up the torch as the stone wall rotates open and
entrance into a secret chamber of total darkness  is  before Ashley's
eyesful of mystery, these beautiful eyes never before falling upon this
very secret place; Ashley knowing of many secret places in the immense
castle,,,but not! this one. As the heat of the butt-flesh licking flames
from behind Ashley now dictates that she move into the total blackness
ahead, Ashley saves her fantastic female loins of prime butt muscle meat by
just leading  in the flaming head of the torch by an extra enforcement of
shoulders further back and vulva thrust forward into the chill of the
darkness.  'Yes!' Ashley grunts to her sexyself, as Saleen removes the
fiery flames of the demanding torch from Ashley's slightly singed  butt
curves to ignite the torches in this 'new to Ashley' secret chamber.

   As they freshly lit torches in the chamber begin to flicker more
powerfully and the secret doorway rotate back to it's secret keeping
position, Ashley scans these new to her surroundings with her exotic eyes
of reflecting flames that build and build. 'No rack,,no wheel,,,,,,????
,,,no iron maiden!!????,,,in fact ,no standing torture devices of any sort
become visible,,,not even from the still dark nooks and cranies of
this??????secret place.'Ashley is bewildered,,,but does estimate that this
secret place of the evil Saleen cannot be too very old as yet; perhaps she
is still constructing her secret place for private and personal tortures
of,,,,,,unfortunately, subjects that she has trussed up in inescapable
heavy chains just like Ashley; ,and Saleen just hasn't yet chosen her
personal favorite furnishings to equip her secret place.

   Saleen replaces the outside narrowway's torch as Ashley sees where the
secret out producing lever is not even hidden; Ashley knows that the only
living person going back out through the secret doorway will be the evil
and cruel and extremely sadistic Saleen.

   Before Ashley can even innocently ask,,,'Why here in an unfinished
torture chamber; when Saleen had it all! in, the chamber she just marched
Ashley out of ??';;Saleen  dashes the House of Reneee to disgrace in front
of the innocent former princess; Saleen chats of her discovering this
secret place of Ashley's father, that could do no wrong, in Ashley's young
eyes of long ago. Proving her tattle tale to incriminate Ashley's slain
father; Saleen does produce a few of Ashley's father's personal things;
things that wouldn't be planted here recently,,for some reason; things that
were, in truth, just left behind in Ashley's father's many secret trips
here. Things like the slain king's favorite pipe just left lying where he
had left it years ago, and bits and pieces of things Ashley knows was her
fathers. "Why do you bring me here?" Ashley asks of her sadistic tormentor,
 "My father is long since dead and gone,,,so what do you expect of me!?"

   "It's important for you to know these things." Saleen enforces,,,,,,,,,,

   "So I know them now! " Ashley interrupts boldly in a shared 'get out of
my face, bitch!' and  a 'falsely clung onto , "My father can do no wrong!"
guilt that will never be admitted under even the most severe tortures known
to man,,,,,,or evil women such as you! Bitch!'  demeaner.


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 "This!" Saleen flaunts before Ashley as Ashley stands erectly muscled into
her severe  chains and limb binders, in the center of the chamber, that she
is learning , was her father's secret workshop. ,,,"is your father's design
in torture toolery." Saleen calmly chats on, Ashley's gorgeous globes of
grandeur in gold enhanced brown unable to look away from the strange steel
contraption;;;obviously intented for the torturing of women; the twin
knobbed tines within the curvature of the metal menace are for sure more
than ample vagina and anus impalers,,that 'whatever!?' Ashley loses the
device's design from there.

   "Ironic,,,," Saleen begins,,,but,,,"Ha! Ha! Ha!" she interrupts herself
for enlightenment  purposes of humiliating her helpless capture,,,the
supposed to be tough,, Blade of the Wind; that will!!! beg for mercy soon.
"Iron,,,without the 'ic' is actually what this very creditable device in
made of. ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Made by,,, the father of the bitch
that will first test it out. Hn! Hn!! Hn!!!, the diabolical Saleen gloats
as she replaces the strange device where it has lain since she last fondled
it for future use and placed it back unwarmed by a victim's inner muscles
of useless resistance.

   Ashley's naked scrumptiousness in a female figureful of breast beauty
and chained up muscles of resistant flexes of stimulating gorgeousness
stands helpless in the center of this chamber of evil,,,no matter whose
chamber it is or was, is of no concern of the plucked princess about to
tour the realm of physical agony administered by the sadistic hands of
evil;;;;that now, strangely offer a choice,,,,"Choose!" Saleen sneers into
Ashley's gorgeous faceful of knowingness in expression. In Saleen's one
hand she holds firmly once again the heavy steel poker,,the other hand a
saturated cloth that Ashley can barely breathe because of,,,the cloth fully
drugged.

  "Speak up, bitch!" Saleen snaps out now anxiously, as she gloats of her
demands that must be honored,,, or else. Ashley's mere nod of her headful
of long lusterous hair towards the drugged cloth for the means of her
unavoidable knocking out method, doesn't meet Saleen's demand for a verbal
choice in knockout preferences. Saleen smiles sadistically satisfied as
Ashley's sexy bicep muscles  s-t-r-a-i-n  into the overpowering steel wrist
restraint that 'still' doesn't budge a vein's worth of slack in this
desperate last second resistance of the Blade of the Wind.

   Optionless, Ashleys nods verbally,,,"That one." Toward the chosen again
drugged cloth.

  "Which one is 'that' one?" The overly sadistic Saleen denies Ashley once
again to highlight, the princess with her hands chained up at the small of
her back must be be more descriptive in her choices , if she expects the
reigning princess with the drugged cloth in one hand and the heavy steel
poker in the other, to understand what the chained up princess wants,,, the
princess of offering wishes to be kind.

   "Come around back, and  I'll point it out to you!" Ashley, in total
hatred snaps back sarcastically; 'thhhuuddddd'  "HNT!!!!"  'ploppppp'
Saleen makes the choice for the quickly bludgeoned Ashley that is driven
just as hatefully into chamber's rough stone floor in a heap of gorgeously
loose female muscles still chained up and "Those,," awesome breasts Saleen
drools both mentally and physically.

   Only the solid steel wrist binder, Saleen removes from the poker
flattened former princess in steel bondage Ashley's shapely but loose
armmuscles dragged by Ashley's limp wrists to a forward of the body
position, are reintroduced unconsciously to the fetched for overhead chain
anchorings. 'snaappp' 'snaappp' And Ashley is once again helplessly fatened
into superior chains for however long Saleen chooses her to be.

   'chhhhnngggg-chhhnnngggg-chhhnnngggg-chhhnnnggg' The overhead pulleys
squeek of rust from non usage, and Saleen hoists away upon her
sensationally shaped female

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specimen rechained out of contention for dominance in this dungeon place of
total secrecy. Ashley indeed dangles in heavy chains once again. Saleen now
sneaks back out of the secret chamber that has a secret peeping hole to
assure that no one is in the narrowway.

  It takes Saleen several hours to redominate her father's realm, while in
the secret dungeon chamber in the bowels of the castle a father's daughter
dangles in heavy chains waiting for consciousness so that she can model her
'do no wrong' fathers invention for torturing females.

   Slipping back down into the catacombs, Saleen, without being seen, is
once again in the secret chamber; Saleen wishing that she could go all the
way the the Blade of the Wind.but she'll not answer to her father's wrath,
if he is denied his greeting of the Blade of the Wind.

   Ashley dangles in her chains of merciless murder as Saleen once again
parades freely before her, over emphasizing her freedom of limb movement;
Saleen taking extra long and easy strides to remind Ashley that losers with
their feet chained up cannot move about; Saleen fisting up now the steel
invention of Ashley's father. "These things are elephant size." Saleen
flaunts before Ashley's distraught eyes, the twin steel barbed hugenesses
that Ashley will have to house deeply up into both her womanhood and human
privacy. "Your father was quite a genius ," Saleen rattles on as Ashley
cannot drown out the evil tongue that tortures her. The triangular frontal
piece of the horror inflicting steel device pokingly urges Ashley's
preciously prime butt lobes to separate and widen as far as her ankle
chains will permit; the totally sadistic Saleen not passing the steel flesh
ripper far enough under Ashley's crotch, where her gorgeous gams are able
to separate farther and allow a no contact passing through.

   "Bitch,,,bitch,,BITCH!!!!!" Ashley curses as her inner crotch loins  are
gouged through mercilessly, the sharp pointed corners of the device
drawing blood that Ashley can feel flowing out warmly from her bitten into
crotch muscles.

   "HHNNNTTTT!!!!! Ashley confesses in a muscle flexing fest of fury  as
Saleen now yanks up upon the passed through steel device that impales, as
designed, both of Ashley's tender crotch cavities, her violated vagina and
assaulted anus, ,both throbbing now from bloody o-v-e-r-s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d
female inner flesh tissues;  "HNT,NNNNNNNNNN,NNNHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Ashley
tries desperately to expel this terrible tool of torture but, she feels the
evil clawing fingers of 'that bitch!' now at her neckloins , and a solid
steel shaft helping itself to her tail bone and

spine bones; cold steel now encircles Ashley's neck muscles and 'snnaappp'
"ggglllppp" Ashley feels the evil fingers of 'that bitch' going away, but
leaving in their wake a very rigid steel binding torture device Saleen now
smiles as Ashley's death intending and fully  reaching fingers of strangle
are restrained in steel wrists lockups and limb separating chains; the
crotch and collaring terror affixed to the adversary bitch blade of the
wind.

                                                      end chapter 2