Castle on outcrop, ancestral base
D'roit de Signeur, end of the chase

There is a flower, climbs on a vine
Petals of pink, branches entwine

Forest canopy view of a dead, vine choked and flower bedecked oak tree, standing thirty feet taller than any of the surrounding trees.

Rear view of Ingrid, standing in her Sunday best before the Duke's huge desk. Sitting at the desk, the Duke is interviewing her for employment, The Duke's son is standing behind her, judging her figure with a critical, approving eye.

Ingrid, now dressed in a classic French Maid get up (i.e. Black, silk dress with an extremely short skirt, cut low in front to show off her generous cleavage, short puffed sleeves, long black gloves, black net stockings with seams running down the backs of the her legs, held up by garter straps, buttoned on high heeled shoes, hair ribbons and rouge.) She is performing her menial duties while at the same time flirting with the Duke's son. Using a feather duster, she is dusting the base of a coat rack, without bothering to bend her knees. Because the uniform skirt is so short, we have a very nice view of her semi-transparent panties and the juicy treasures within. Just to make her point perfectly clear, she is also looking back at the suddenly transfixed young man, smiling and winking.

Ingrid, scrubbing the young Duke's back as he sits naked in the tub. Having gotten wet, somehow, her black silk bodice has become plastered to her breasts, allowing us to clearly see her pert, fully erect nipples.

Rear view of the now naked Ingrid climbing into the young Duke's bed. The blankets are lifted just high enough to display the young Duke's hard, slightly oversized cock.

Close-up of the Dukeling's big cock, now stained red from the bursting of Ingrid's cherry, being licked clean by the girl in question.

Rear view of Ingrid, squatting over her prey, bouncing her pussy up and down on his stiff organ. If drawn right she will look very much like a preying mantis, caught in the act of devouring her mate even as she couples.

View of a half dressed Ingrid being fucked by the young Duke doggy style, her head against the headboard and blinded by a pillow, her hands being gripped together at the small of her back. In the background, a large matronly woman is quietly approaching the bed with a short length of rope, one end already tied into a small noose.

Ingrid, naked from the waist down, her hands tied together behind her back, being led down the back stairs. There is a huge sponge gag stuffed into her mouth and held in place by a wide leather strap.

The trio, standing before a heavy wooden door as the Duke opens the lock with a key he wears around his neck.

Now they are in a dungeon, walking past a block of cells. The Duke's son follows, a birch switch in his hand. A bulge in his trousers belies the look of studied boredom on his face. Several other naked slave girls watch in gagged silence from their cages.

Full frontal view of a red haired girl in one of the cages, standing impaled on a post mounted dildo. Her juice is running down a system of grooves into a small vial hanging on the shaft below her stretched pussy.

Ingrid, the Duke's son and the matron standing in the punishment room. The matron is unbuckling the girl's gag strap.

Close up of Ingrid's face as she forces the huge sponge out of her mouth.

Ingrid, her hands tied together behind her back, the matron's hands on her elbows to hold her still, being intimately inspected by the Duke's son.

The Matron, shoving the bound, half naked girl over to a punishment horse.

Close up of three bundles of birch switches standing in a tall brass vase, soaking to make them more limber, and, of course, more hurtful.

Ingrid, having one knee strapped to the horse by the Duke's son as the matron holds her still with a grip on her big breasts and a knee pushed between her thighs from behind.

Rear view of the helpless girl, bent down and attached to the horse at neck and knees. Her tormentors are bending down behind her, tying her ankles up to the ends of the frame members so that her toes no longer reach the floor. Her open pussy is the drawing's focal point.

Close up of the way the sharp edges of the frame hold her thighs wide apart, exposing her sex and anus to anything that might come along.

Side view of the helpless girl on the horse, the Duke's son sliding his two fingers in to press her "G" spot.

Close up of the Duke's son, sniffing delicately at his fingers and speaking.

Close up of Ingrid's panic stricken face. She is twisting against the neck strap trying to look back at her tormentors.

The Matron, whistling the bundle of birch switches down onto Ingrid's bare bottom.

Frontal view of Ingrid, her mouth opened in the first instant of disbelieving shock as the birches strike her bottom.

Close up of Ingrid's moneymaker. The birch switch is cutting into her pussy lips, splattering her froth and leaving painful looking welts on both them and her milky white ass.

Side view of the horse bound girl as the matron continues to whistle the birches into her butt. Unable to struggle in any effective way, she is screaming with all her might.

Close up of Ingrid's bottom. It looks like pure pain, blue/black welts criss-crossing on a hot pink background that turns to bright red as you approach her open sex.

Ingrid, panting in exhaustion, tears running down her cheeks, twisting against the strap on her neck to look up at her Master's big hard cock.

Close up of Ingrid, trying to stretch her mouth around his big glands penis.

Side view of the happy couple, her helpless in her bondage, him sitting on a chair under her face, a bundle of birches held in his fist, his cock deep into her throat.

Close up of Ingrid licking her Master's big red cock.

Side view of the Master sliding his hardness down into her anus, his hands resting on her welt covered bottom.

Ingrid, the sponge gag back in her mouth, an ankle length cape draped around her shoulders, being helped up into a coach by a strange man. Because she is stepping up, we can see that there are chains on her ankles. From the position of the man's hand, we know that her hands are still behind her back.

PART II

EXOTIC

Alice MacGreggor, dressed in antique style, riding up to the castle in a carriage.

View of Alice being met in the castle's courtyard by the Duke, his handsome son and two very strong looking matrons.

Alice, being shoved into a room by one of the women from the courtyard.

Alice, standing all-alone in the room, inspecting a dildo equipped bondage horse. Her expression is a mixture of rage, fear and fascination. Her hand is reaching out to touch the black rubber phallus.

Montage of scenes starting with her mother's child bed death and showing her being raised by a succession of wet nurses, nannies, and nuns. We can see that she is well provided for, but all alone in the world.

Back to the locked room where Alice stands inspecting the black rubber dildo.

Alice is backing away from the two matrons who are reaching out, as if expecting her to simply hand over her clothes.

View of Alice being held up against a wall by one woman as the other strips her of her clothing.

View of a hurt and embarrassed Alice cowering in the room's corner, stripped down to corset, shoes and silk stockings.

The Duke's son, sitting in a smoking jacket, reading Justine, looking up at the slightly disheveled matron who is standing in the doorway and speaking.

The Duke's son and the two matrons are walking into the room as Alice cowers in the corner, trying to hide her nakedness.

Alice, still trying to cover three things with two hands, looking down at the Dukeling's tented trousers.

Alice, backing away from the switches of the two matrons.

Alice, her face held against a wall by one matron as the other locks her hands into police style cuffs.

Alice, being herded over toward where the Duke's son and his hobbyhorse awaits.

One matron is holding the struggling girl with a fist in her hair. The other matron is strapping one of her ankles up to the leg of the hobbyhorse.

Alice, screaming as the Duke's son checks her virginity with his thumb.

Rear view of the girl, one leg strapped to the horse so that her foot is off the floor, being lifted up by the matrons to be pierced by the dildo. The young Master stands watching, a sardonic smile on his handsome face.

Close up of the girl's sex sliding down around the dildo, blood spurting as her hymen rips.

Side view as the two matrons force Alice over to where they can lock the neck clamp closed.

Rear view of the helpless girl. The dildo pierces her pussy, her every struggle making it move within her.

Side view of the girl on the horse.

Same as before except that now Alice is flexing her back, trying to bring her hips far enough forward to get the dildo out of her vagina.

Rear view, showing how the dildo is just an inch too long for her to escape.

The Master is standing behind the helpless Alice, tugging on the hairs of her pubic bush.

Close up of the three forcing a ring gag into Alice's mouth.

Alice is secured to the horse at neck and knees, a ring gag holding her mouth wide open. The Duke's son is positioning a chair up under her face.

Her buttocks are sticking up like an invitation to the waiting matron's bundle of birches. The other matron is approaching with a tire pump.

Side view of the girl getting her first whack from the birches while at the same time having her mouth invaded by the Master's cock.

Close up of Alice sucking the Master's cock right up into her throat

Rear close up of the black rubber dildo stretching open her vagina as it is being pumped up with the tire pump.

Side view of the writhing girl, the three working on her in concert. Between the birches on her bottom, the inflating dildo in her sex and the big red cock in her throat, she is about to explode with helpless passion.

Close up of the Duke's son as he enjoys his orgasm, his spunk spurting deep into her throat.

PART III

EXTRACT

Close up of a young girl, wearing the French maid uniform and tending the garden with her hands loosely manacled together in front. In the background we see several other girls dressed and occupied in the same ways. Off in the far corner of the garden, there is a naked girl standing with her hands manacled up to a whipping post, awaiting her Master's pleasure.

Full figure drawing of a pretty young girl sitting in the dungeon, straddling a wooden dragon, her legs stretched out by ropes to a pair of iron rings set into opposite walls of the cell. The ropes hold her toes a full three inches above the floor, allowing her no relief from her painful seat on the dragon's backbone. Which, by the way, is a 2x12 inch plank that has been cut in a ninety degree, four-inch deep saw-tooth. She is gagged with a tongue-tie and her manacled hands are strapped to her back. Between her pelvic bone and the rough wood of the plank, half her weight is being supported by her mashed clit. The other half is sitting on her unprotected tailbone. She is not a happy camper.

Close up of Helga's crotch. Wetness runs down the sides of the plank under her mashed and swollen sex.

Close up rear view of the suffering girl. We can see how the plank is supporting her entire weight on two spots the size of postage stamps.

Long rear view of the girl on the dragon, In the background we see the Duke walking into the punishment room, a tray in his hands.

Helga, dressed in one of the French maid costumes, spilling soup on the Duke because she is being goosed by a female dinner guest, who just happens to be in drag, wearing white tie and tails.

Three quarter view of Helga, now naked, bound and tongue tied, being forced by the Duke and the female dinner guest to straddle the plank. She is still on her feet but there are ropes all laid out and waiting for her ankles.

Full frontal view of Helga as she sits on the plank, her arms strapped to her back, her legs stretched wide, her extended tongue held in the knotted cord, her eyes large with fear.

Side view of the prisoner as she is being shown a tray full of instruments, needles, rings and other assorted gadgets useful in the training of slave girls.

Close up of a freshly pierced nipple, being pulled out by a chrome nipple clamp so that it can be ringed.

Close up of Helga's tear streaked face as he threads a third ring into her nose.

Close-up of the Duke tying the girl's nose ring down to the ring in her still bleeding left nipple.

Close up of the Duke sniffing his dinner guest's wet middle finger as if he were sampling the headiness of a fine brandy.

Close up of Helga as she tries to scream invectives at the Duke and his guest.

The Duke is toying with the ring in her right nipple as he says.

View from behind the suffering girl as the Duke and his dinner guest walk away, leaving her balanced on the dragon's backbone.

Close up of Helga's dripping pussy lips, her wetness staining the wood beneath her.

Now, instead of toying with her right nipple ring, he is tying it up to her braid.

Close up of the front of the Duke's trousers as he is standing next to the wet spot on the plank. He is lowering his zipper, allowing his huge cock to spring out into view.

Close up of the dinner guest unbuckling the strap that holds Helga's arms down to her back while the Duke hooks her wrist manacles to a pulley rope.

Close up of Helga's indented and extremely swollen pussy being lifted out of the darkly stained V of the dragon's backbone.

Side view of Helga hanging from her manacled wrists above the wet spot on the saw toothed plank. Her sex is dripping with her froth. The dinner guest is sliding a large knobby dildo into her swollen pussy.

Close up of Helga's sex as seen from directly beneath her. As the dinner guest is sliding the knob-covered dildo in and out of her pussy, the Duke is collecting her juice in a small crystal vial that he holds up under her.

Close up from behind as Helga's dildo is pushed completely out of sight by the palm of the woman's hand. The woman's thumb is out of sight, inserted to the second knuckle into Helga's ass hole. At the same time, the fingers twiddle on Helga's still indented clit. In the background, the Duke is stoppering the vial of her essence.

Close up of the Duke, sniffing his fingers while at the same time looking at the almost half full vial of pussy juice he has collected. In the background, the still manacled Helga is being helped down from the dragon by the dinner guest who is now herself stripped naked and wearing a large leather harness dildo.

PART IV

POPPY

Drawing of an open horse drawn taxi, standing waiting in front of the castle. Juanita is sitting regally in the back, ignoring the driver who sits up on his seat, leering down at her.

Close up of Juanita's feet, we see that her ankles are closely shackled so that steps of less than two inches would be mandated.

Rear view of the Duke watching out the window of his office. There are five French maid uniformed girls out there in the garden, tending the flowers, working hard, trying their very best to be invisible.

Side view of the Duke and his son double teaming a school girl tied spread eagle between two posts. The son is behind her, reaming her ass, the Duke is in front of her, fucking her pussy for all he is worth. The girl in the middle is screaming in fear, pain and passion. Her feet are being lifted from the ground by the two cocks within her.

The same young girl, tears streaming down her face, pleading on her knees to go home with her father. Exposed by her short skirt and see-through panties, we can see welts all over her bottom.

Close up of the girl seated in the carriage. She has a feral, untamed look in her eyes.

Side view of Juanita throwing a drink into her father's face as he tries to drag her out of a sleazy Spanish truck stop.

Juanita is bent over in an alley, giving head to one man and being fucked from the rear by another. In the background, there are three Guadia Civil just now walking around the corner.

Juanita's Father, standing before the Duke's desk, pleading.

The Duke is seated at his desk, his feet together, his back straight, looking up at the desperate father as he speaks.

Now the Baron is angry, and looming up over the Duke's desk like a bear on the attack.

Close up of the Duke's smiling face. There are dollar signs where his pupils should be.

The Duke, up on his feet and pouring a drink for the Baron.

The Baron, defeated, writing a check for the Duke.

Arrow slit view of the carriage and it's closely hobbled passenger.

Sitting in the carriage as the three approach, Juanita has a thought balloon in which we see her taking on all comers on a pool table in the back room of a Madrid back alley dive. There is a faint smile on the reminiscing girl's lips.

Rear view of Juanita, sitting in the carriage, gazing up at the castle's tower.

A panel divided diagonally, the upper left half showing a somewhat younger Juanita begging her father to take her home. The lower right half shows her sliding a needle into her vein.

Frontal view of Juanita, closely escorted, a strong man's hand on each of her elbows, being brought through the keep's massive front door. In the background the Baron's carriage is going out over the drawbridge, the Baron not looking back.

Juanita, her wrists now attached up to the ends of a hanging wooden bar, being unlaced from her waist cinching corset by the Duke's son. Other than her silk panties and high heeled pumps, it is the only item of clothing she still wears.

Close up of Juanita's bottom and sex, ready for what ever will come.

Juanita, now strapped down to the table, her arms crossed and trapped under her tummy, awaiting the first kiss of the whip.

Close up of Juanita's ass cheeks. They are spider-webbed with ghostly white lines.

Close up of Juanita's determined face as she awaits punishment.

Same angle as before, except that we now see her entire body strapped to the table, and the two noblemen preparing to give her a whipping.

The Duke, his hand on her bottom, speaking to his son across her bare back.

Six teenagers dressed in proper public school uniforms, being shown into the classroom in order to witness Juanita's punishment.

The six taking their seats, all with their complete attention on the upended bottom strapped to the punishment table.

The Duke's son, judging her state of readiness by feeling her sex.

Suddenly panic stricken, Juanita is fighting the straps with all her strength. It is getting her no-where, but seen from behind, it's quite a show.

The Duke, his arms crossed, an outraged look on his face, ordering his son to begin the whipping.

The son, his whip hand raised, speaking to the assembled students.

Close up of Juanita's ass. It is marked with two very red v shaped welts and getting a third one as we watch.

Close up of Juanita's face as the whip impacts her rump. Her expression is not one of shock or surprise, but of lust.

Under the desks look at the six teen-agers. Two of the boys and all three of the girls are already masturbating.

Close up of Juanita's ass getting yet another V shaped welt, the brown eye of her anus momentarily open as she passes a huge purple colored fart.

Now instead of masturbating, the kids are holding their noses, except the one boy who hadn't been masturbating before. Now he is in a state of sexual nirvana, his nose filled her stink. The whip is just a blur as it approaches her red, welt-covered globes.

Close up of Juanita's crying face. In it we see a look of satisfaction, as if she is getting exactly what she wants.

Close up of her welt marked labia. Dripping with a white froth, they are even redder than her ass cheeks.

PART V

BOUQUET

Treetops view of a young woman being pulled from her horse by two mounted men as she rides down a forest trail. The men wear masks over their faces.

Over the shoulder view of the Duke watching with disapproval as the hooded, bound horsewoman is being helped down from the back of her horse by the two masked thugs. In addition to having her wrists bound together behind her back, there is a large wooden ball pushed into her mouth and held with a strap, stretching the cloth of the hood to the back of her throat. His son is standing next to him, speaking.

The girl is being hustled into the castle's front door, blinded by the hood, wrists bound together behind her back.

The helpless girl being taken up into the tower by the Duke and his son.

Rebecca, standing in the tower room, her hands bound, the bag still tied down under her chin. The Duke is removing the wooden gag ball from her cloth-covered mouth. Beside her stands a low whipping bench shaped like a T.

The hooded Rebecca being stripped of her riding pants and panties leaving her naked from the waist down.

The blinded, and half naked girl tripping over the low bench as she tries to escape her two tormentors.

As Rebecca, blind, her hands useless, tries to rise, the duke is slipping a rope noose over her left ankle.

Rebecca, laying out on the bench, her right ankle strapped to the end of the cross bar. The Duke's son is pulling off the hoodwink, letting her see the room and it's horrors for the first time.

Full figure rear view of the girl lying on the bench. Three straps hold her motionless. The bolster holds up her hips. Her legs are splayed wide. Her sex is completely exposed but not, as yet, open. She is totally helpless.

Close up of Rebecca’s face as she speaks. In the background the two Noblemen are examining her bare buttocks.

Close up of Rebecca’s bottom, the Duke's fingers tugging at her pubic hair so as to pull open her vaginal opening.

Close up of Rebecca’s foot kicking against the strap that holds it out to the end of the cross bar.

Close up of one of the matrons sticking her head into the cell and speaking.

The kindly looking old king, a beer bottle in his hand, standing in the doorway.

The King standing over the helpless Rebecca, looking down with a sardonic grin on his face.

The King, kneeling to look into Rebecca’s face.

Rebecca, fighting her bonds with all her strength, speaking.

The King, now back behind her, gazing down at her exposed sex as he speaks.

The King now sitting on the bench beside the helpless girl, his hand resting on her up-thrust bottom, his fingers slipping between her legs.

The King sniffing his fingers as he speaks.

Close up of the King's fat fingers tickling Rebecca’s rapidly swelling clitoris.

Close up of the King whispering into Rebecca’s blushing ear.

Rebecca, twisting against her neck strap trying to look back at the King as she speaks.

Close up of the King's thumb finding that her hymen is still intact.

Long view of the room, the king whispering into the girl's ear as the Duke and his son prepare to whip her ass.

Close up of Rebecca’s face as this news sinks in.

Close up of the Kings fat hands kneading Rebecca’s round bottom so that her anus and pussy are even more exposed than before.

The King, nodding to the waiting Duke, stepping around to take his place beside the Duke's son.

Close up of Rebecca’s ass taking a hit right on her clenched anus. Below the
point of impact her pussy has swollen fully open and is shining with her
helpless wetness.

Same as before except that now a blush is spreading up from her sex toward
her ass cheeks.

Full figure view of Rebecca, being whipped by the Duke.

Close up of the blushing girl, screaming in passion and fighting the straps that bind her to the bench.

The King, his pants down, his big cock held in his hand, getting ready to fuck the helplessly panting prisoner.

Close up of Rebecca’s face as the King gets himself in position behind her.

Close up of the King's cock busting through Rebecca’s hymen.

Close up of Rebecca’s vaginal lips stretched around the King's big cock.

Rebecca, fully dressed, looking totally exhausted, being helped back up onto her horse in the courtyard.

Rebecca, riding alone out the castle gate.

PART VI

DANDELION

The rightful Duchess, her curvaceous figure laced into an Edwardian style business dress, is accompanied by a smart looking lawyer and a huge coachman/body guard. She is talking to the now Ex Duke across his big desk. He is ignoring her and reading the legal papers he holds in his hand.

Over the shoulder view of the papers in the Duke's hand. The one on top is an eviction notice ordering him to vacate the castle.

Rear view of a young man, holding a smoking gun, being trampled by a charging rhino.

An infant girl being delivered from a young woman's vagina.

The Duchess, down in the town, hiring the Lawyer to help her press her case.

The Lawyer looking over her papers as she speaks.

The Duke, sitting at his desk, visualizing being shown the door of "his" castle with only the clothes on his back.

The Duke visualizing himself and his son, naked, covered with tar and feathers, being ridden out of the village on rails.

The Duke, still visualizing, seeing himself and his son, covered in tar and feathers being locked up in a cage by the town constable.

The Ex Duke, a smile cracking his stone-like face, standing up and offering his chair to the Duchess.

The Duchess is sitting in the desk chair, looking confused.

The Ex Duke is talking to the Duchess, keeping her attention as he hands a fat bundle of bank notes to her lawyer behind his back.

The Lawyer is slipping the bank notes into his frock coat.

Close up of the oily Ex Duke, smiling to beat the band.

We see the castle's courtyard as viewed from the keep's front door. In the foreground the Duchess is standing with her uncle, watching as the carriage rolls out over the drawbridge carrying both her lawyer and her bodyguard.

Inside the carriage the Lawyer is counting the money the Ex Duke has slipped to him. Up on the high coachman's seat the bodyguard is holding out a hand for his share.

The Ex Duke's son, raising the drawbridge and lowering the portcullis, sealing off the castle from the outside world.

Standing with her uncle in the foreground, we see the girl as her wrists are being shackled together behind her back by the same two matrons we have seen before. An iron bar almost a foot long separates the black iron cuffs.

The Ex Duke, ripping open the Duchess' bodice, revealing her generous, pink nippled, corset lifted breasts.

As the Ex Duke is ripping her dress up the front so that we can get a look at her legs, one of the matrons is holding the bar between her wrists, preventing her from fighting.

The bar between her wrists has a ring in it's center. The other matron has clipped a leash to this ring and is using it to drag the Duchess up the stairs and into the door of the keep.

The half naked Duchess being hustled through the keep's kitchen on her way to the stairs that lead down to the dungeon.

The girl, now stripped completely naked, except for a pair of button on high heeled shoes, is being propelled down the cell block by her shackled wrists. Attached to the bar between her hands, the leash is drawn up so high that she is being forced to walk bent over almost double, the extreme height of her high heels making her bottom wiggle and dance. There is simply no way for her to revolt against her two female guards. Behind her, in the slave cells, are the usual naked, bound and gagged female prisoners.

Over the shoulder view of the Ex Duke's son watching as the Duchess is being shoved into a cell.

The Duchess, standing in her cell, looking around, seeing that there is no possible way for her to escape.

The Duchess, standing at the bars of her cell, trying to talk to her new neighbors who cannot respond due to the fact that they all wear gags.

The Duchess, sitting on the hard planks of her bunk, trying to hide her nakedness from the son as he stands outside the bars of her cell.

The son, walking into the cell and speaking.

The Duchess, backing up to a corner of the bunk, holding one foot out to keep him at his distance.

The son, a stern look on his face, giving the Duchess an order and letting her see the wicked looking riding crop he has in his hand.

The Duchess being struck sharply on the hip with the crop.

3/4 frontal view of the Duchess, assuming the position on the bunk, a bright red square marking the spot where the crop hit her.

The son bending down to lock a shackle around the Duchess' ankle, attaching her foot up to the outside upper corner of the bunk. Her other leg is already attached down to the outside lower corner.

The Duchess, spread wide and displayed by her bondage, leaning her back against the stone wall behind her.

Close up of the son gripping her buttocks in both hands and pulling her sex up onto his tongue.

Close up of the son's tongue attacking the Duchess' sex.

The girl is standing up on the plank bunk, her back sliding down the dungeon's stone wall, her ankles spread wide and shackled to opposite ends of the bed. The Duke's son is attacking her loins with his tongue, her body totally his to do with as he chooses.

Close up of his fingers stretching open her labia so that he can stick his tongue deeper inside her.

Close up of her ankle kicking against the shackle that keeps it spread.

Soft focus Duchess' eye view of a regal looking young woman, standing behind her rutting cousin.

Close up of the Duchess' face, her eyes are dilated, her expression one of terminal passion.

The new woman (who happens to be the same woman we saw dressed as a man in part three) roughly shoving the Duke's son out of the way so that she can get a better look at the naked prisoner.

The Duchess is now lying sideways on her bunk, her head propped up on the wall, her arms trapped in the bar cuffs behind her back, her legs spread wide and chained out to the bunk's head and foot. The Princess is standing over her, with an ornate, ivory handled riding crop in her hands. The Duke's son is standing off to the side, watching her glistening, blood-engorged sex like a cat watches a mouse hole, his trousers tented out in front. The Duchess is looking up at the newcomer, the shock of recognition on her face.

Frontal view of the Princess spanking the crop down into the Duchess's open pussy.

Close up of the crop's cracker impacting the Duchess' blood engorged clitoris. Droplets of her wetness are flying in all directions.

Close up of the crop held between the Duchess' thighs, being vibrated between them so that two squares of pinkness are being formed, one on the inside of each thigh.

Close up of the Duchess' face. She is back in the throws of mind numbing passion.

Close up of the Duchess' ass getting a welt that reaches across both her bottom cheeks.

In the foreground, the Princess is sucking on an opium pipe as the Duke's son is holding the flame to the drug. In the background the Duchess lies on her bunk, writhing in helpless passion.

Close up of the Duchess' wet, blood engorged, whip welted pussy. It is hanging open so far that we can see right down to her cervix.

The Duke's son, an evil grin on his face, is pointing with his thumb over his shoulder.

The Princess, bending down to release one of the Duchess' ankles, speaking.

Once again, the bar between the Duchess' wrists is being used to force her into a deep bow as she is propelled out of the cell and down the passageway toward the punishment room.

Rear view of the Duchess, now strapped to the scaffold, her arms stretched up high behind her back, her legs held wide, her sex on display, being given a lecture by her cousin who stands in front of her as the Princess who stands behind her spreads grease on her forearm.

Close up of the Princess' grease covered fist being forced into the Duchess' opening.

Same view, except that now the Princess' hand is completely out of sight, her wrist being gripped by the Duchess' stretched labia.

The Duchess, kneeling on the scaffold, being fist fucked by the Princess while she is enthusiastically giving a blow job to the Ex Duke's son.

Side view of the Duchess getting serviced at both ends.

Close up of the Duchess, her mouth filled with hard cock, having her nose pinched closed.

Close up of the Ex Duke's son's hands gripping the Duchess' hanging breasts.

Close up of the Princess' forearm thrusting in and out of the Duchess.

Close up of the Duchess' eyes, crossed and dilated.

In the foreground the dyke Princess's forearm is stretching the girl's vagina to the point of total, unbearable pleasure while at the same time the Ex Duke's son is fucking her tonsils, holding her by the ears. In the background, the King and the Ex Duke are walking into the punishment room, talking to each other.