Two Prisoners

A bizarre punishment in a medieval dungeon.

“No one will notice,” Gisela said, slipping a hand under Konrad's cloth trousers.
“They're bound to notice!” he protested.
All the people of the imperial capital had rushed to the imposing cathedral to witness the coronation of Empress Kunegunde, a middle-aged woman who had had to witness the death of her elderly mother before she could take power.
Konrad and Gisela, two very young commoners, were there like everyone else, but the ceremony was dragging on, and the mischievous girl had thought of a cute way to pass the time.
They were sitting in one of the last pews, in a corner, and no one was really looking. So she lowered herself to the floor, lifted her long skirt a bit for comfort, and knelt between Konrad's legs. She pulled out his member and began playing with it.
“It's limp!” she complained.
“It’s not exactly the best time, you know…” he justified himself.
“I bet Siegfried would have gotten really hard in a second, and who knows how big he is…” Gisela enjoyed teasing his jealousy; she knew how much those insinuations about Siegfried bothered him. After all, he was the most attractive guy in the neighborhood; girls lined up to fuck him, and he, for his part, hit on them all: Gisela had also been the object of his advances, even though she’d never given it to him. Or at least that’s what Konrad knew.
“You’re such a little whore,” he continued, always whispering so as not to be heard.
Meanwhile, she played with that soft member and his balls, massaging and caressing them. Little by little, she began to pull the skin down from his glans, exposing it. At a certain point, she stood up, but only to kneel between his legs.
Konrad gasped. He looked around fearfully, but no one seemed to have noticed what they were doing. All eyes were fixed on the street, waiting for the imperial procession.
Gisela's tongue tried to test his member and, with a flick, licked the small hole at the tip. Konrad's cock immediately twitched and began to harden. He had hit the mark.
"So this is where you like it, huh?" she said playfully.
She continued to play with it and caress it with her tongue until it was hard enough to fit in her mouth. Konrad's cock was small when at rest, but when hard it was enormous, incredibly larger, and as hard as the marble she was kneeling on. The head was wide, and Gisela enjoyed licking the underside, tracing its outline with the tip of her tongue. She enjoyed sucking with plenty of saliva. He let it drip down the shaft, then retrieved it with his hand and used it as a lubricant as he continued to ascend and descend. The operation made quite a bit of noise, but fortunately, at that moment the crowd had begun to applaud, as the Empress had received her crown.
“Hurray for the Empress!” someone shouted.
“Hurray…” Konrad shouted too, enjoying the blowjob.
Gisela almost laughed, but she continued sucking him, with even greater intensity. Her hand rotated with her wrist along the shaft, while her mouth completely enveloped the glans while she caressed it with her tongue.
Meanwhile, the sounds of saliva and sucking began to get louder, as did Konrad's moans of pleasure, but they were always drowned out by applause and cheers of jubilation. Gisela paused her blowjob for a moment, still masturbating him with her hand.
“Now I'll make your soul cum!” she said, looking Konrad in the eye.
Then she lowered herself onto his cock again, increasing her speed and movements. With her other hand, she massaged his balls.
“Hurray!” the crowd roared.
“Yesss!” Konrad shouted.
“Long live the Empress!” the people continued.
“How beautiful!” Konrad again.
“Let us pray!” the archbishop proclaimed from the altar, imposing silence on the entire audience.
“I’m cumming!” Konrad shouted instead in the total silence of the cathedral. “I’m cumming!”
Everyone turned to look at him, and there, with thousands of eyes fixed on him, including those of the Empress and the archbishop, Konrad’s cock began to swell and throb, letting gushes and gushes of sperm pour into Gisela’s mouth. One, two, three, four… it seemed like it would never end. When he was finished, the girl found her mouth so full of semen that her cheeks were swollen.
She stood up, along with Konrad, looking at the shocked crowd. He still had his pants half-lowered, his cock dripping with saliva and sperm. She still had her cheeks swollen with sperm. He barely had time to swallow.
"Kill him!" someone shouted from across the room.
"You're exaggerating!" said the Empress with a smile. "I have a much more fun idea.”
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Konrad and Gisela had been locked in the dungeons of the Imperial Castle for almost a month, in the same cell. He hung from the ceiling, in the center, chained by his wrists. He was so high that his feet were well above the floor. He wasn't wearing pants, and his pelvis reached the height of Gisela's face, not surprisingly. Her hands, however, were chained behind her back but were free to move about the cell.
The Empress had ordered them to be prisoners until he came. Easy, right? Yet they had been locked there for almost a month, even though Gisela's expert and capable mouth was perfectly at the height of his cock, ready to suck it as she knew how to empty his balls.
The reason was that Konrad's member was locked in a tight cage that completely blocked it, preventing his erection. Between the small bars of the cage, there was only enough room for a few licks, but a blowjob was certainly impossible.
This, in fact, Gisela had been doing since day one, avidly licking between the bars of the cage, licking and sucking his balls, lustfully running her tongue over his perineum and even lingering on his anus. The only thing she'd managed to achieve were painful, aborted erections, blocked by the metal of the cage.
Every day, Gisela tried at least a dozen times. She'd rise from her bed, her hands chained behind her back, and tease Konrad's cock, which was beginning to swell in the cage, unable to truly erect. With each session, Konrad's pleasure grew; he felt his balls increasingly swollen, full, overflowing, eager to explode. The desire to touch himself, to masturbate, to be sucked, to have a full erection and maybe even fuck Gisela was unbearable. The frustration was extreme. He felt pleasure, but he couldn't bring it to fruition. Every day, more pleasure, almost always on the verge of orgasm, but never orgasm. He no longer counted the times he'd been on the verge, and each time was more frustrating. And that wasn't even the worst part.
Often when the guards came in to bring the food, they lingered over Gisela. They took her to the wooden table next to the trays of grub in a corner of the cell. They bent her over there, taking advantage of her hands tied behind her back, and pushed her chest against the wood, crushing her head onto the table. Then they spat on her anus and roughly penetrated her anally.
The first few times it had been painful and she had screamed, but after the first week it had stopped hurting. Then, she had begun to experience pleasure. After all, with her hands tied behind her back, she too was unable to pleasure herself, forced to lick Konrad's cock all day, and it didn't leave her indifferent.
Just then, one of the guards, the one Gisela knew had the biggest cock, entered the cell carrying two bowls filled with vegetable grubs. Without saying a word, he placed the bowls on the table and approached Gisela, who was sitting on the floor. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her toward the table.
She was completely helpless, not even complaining anymore. She was just trying to stand up to avoid being dragged, but with her hands chained behind her back, she could only kick wildly. He lifted her up and bent her over the table so that her perfect, firm, and round ass was perfectly exposed.
He spat unceremoniously on her anus and pulled his cock out of his pants. Then he grabbed his member and began smearing saliva on her anus with his powerful head. Gisela could clearly feel it, thick and thick, caressing her anus, preparing it for merciless penetration. When he decided she was ready, he pushed the head in hard and pushed. Her hole gave way without much resistance; Gisela had learned how to endure anal sex without pain, how to relax her muscles to welcome the bigger, harder member like a hot knife through butter. She just let out a high-pitched moan.
Konrad heard it, felt the moan, but couldn't see because his back was turned. He was grateful for that. Hearing the sounds and noises was already too much, but being forced to watch was too much.
The guard grabbed Gisela's hips and began fucking her ass, enjoying each thrust for a few minutes, then stopped.
“How rude!” the guard suddenly said, coming out of her ass. “Your boyfriend can’t see!”
He moved to the center of the cell and rotated Konrad’s dangling body so he could get a good look at Gisela’s ass-fucking.
“Bastard!” he grunted.
Then the guard returned to Gisela and penetrated her again. Konrad could see that small but perfect ass perfectly. Protruding and round, an ass he had desired so many times but had never dared to desecrate. And there that brute was, fucking him without restraint. He could see that huge cock penetrating her perfectly, and he hated himself when he felt his member begin to harden with excitement. He had been denied orgasms for a month now, being stimulated without being able to experience pleasure; his cock had become an entity unto itself, deciding on its own what it liked and what it didn’t. And watching Gisela get fucked by the guard drove him crazy. It was a torment within a torment. She wished he'd stop, leave her alone, and at the same time she wanted to masturbate furiously, enjoying the show.
Meanwhile, Gisela felt the broad-crowned cock digging into her ass, making room for itself and sending shocks of deep, unexpected pleasure through her. She had learned, as I've already said, to experience pleasure from anal penetration. That day, the pleasure was even more intense. A moan escaped her, not one of pain, but clearly a moan of lust, the sound of someone enjoying it. She loved being fucked in the ass like that.
At that moan, the guard smiled. Konrad, on the other hand, frowned, but his cock began to push even harder against the cage that held him down, as if he wanted to split it, destroy it, and make room for an immense erection.
Meanwhile, Gisela's inner thighs began to swell with fluids. She was getting profusely wet. The guard caught on and decided to speed up, to fuck her even more violently and passionately, shoving his cock all the way up her ass.
"You enjoying it, huh, little whore?" he asked rhetorically.
Yes, she was loving it.
Suddenly she felt his cock begin to swell, to throb; she knew what it meant. With the first hot spurt that shot into her ass, Gisela reached a powerful, deep orgasm, so deep that a spray of juices escaped from her vagina, staining the cell floor. Her thighs began to vibrate uncontrollably, as if convulsing, and her mouth began to emit involuntary moans. The orgasm shocked her as the guard unloaded a copious load into her ass.
Konrad watched the scene with hatred, anger, and deep arousal. His cock had loved it so much; it was exploding in that cage, frustrated, too, longing to be touched and masturbated until he came. Once the spasms of pleasure were over, Gisela fell to the floor, and the guard left.
Recovering herself, she stood up, embarrassed, not daring to look at Konrad. She approached the slop to eat it. It was difficult to do so with her hands behind her back. She bent her head into the bowl and began sipping.
“Did you like it?” Konrad asked.
“You liked it too,” she replied, seeing the skin of his cock pressing hard between the bars.
He remained silent, and she went back to eating, until a whole zucchini was at her lips… Those bastards hadn’t even bothered to cut it… It was almost raw, hard, hard… Inedible. Gisela had an epiphany. She moved away from the table and ran behind Konrad, shoving her face between his buttocks.
Passionately, she licked his anus, her tongue circling the edges, salivating as much as possible.
“What are you doing? We’ve already tried this,” he said, tortured by the unexploded pleasure. He loved feeling his hole licked, so much, but now it was torture to feel pleasure without coming, with that orgasm waiting to explode for a month.
Undaunted, she continued to lick his anus, trying to insert her tongue as deeply as possible. After thoroughly smearing Konrad's asshole with saliva, she returned to the table and grabbed the zucchini between her teeth. She grabbed it by one end and then ran back toward the hanging boy. With every step, she felt her juices and the guard's sperm dripping between her thighs.
“No, wait! What are you going to do?” he asked, frightened, feeling the zucchini push against his anus. “It'll never go in!”
“Mmm!!” she moaned angrily, then began to push harder, hinging her neck to give it more thrust.
“No!” he began to moan. He flailed his legs, trying to free himself from that attempted anal penetration, but in doing so, he helped Gisela work.
“No!” he screamed when his anus finally gave way and the zucchini penetrated his ass. “Bitch! Whore!”
She ignored his moans and began moving her head to push the zucchini out and back into Konrad's ass. Deeper and deeper, until even Konrad's member began to enjoy it. He could tell by the tingling sensation he began to feel in his balls. It was a pleasurable sensation that counteracted the pain of anal penetration. And the pleasure grew.
Without realizing it, he found himself squirming, suspended from the ceiling, moving his legs to further penetrate his ass. He moved his legs like a tarantula trying to get deeper, while Gisela held the zucchini tightly between her teeth, pushing hard. It didn't take Konrad long to realize that this way he could finally have an orgasm.
"Fuck me deeper, deeper!" he said, overcome by pleasure and pain. "I'm coming... I'm cumming!"
Gisela, with a thrust of her neck, sank the zucchini completely into Konrad's ass until her lips touched his anus. At the same time, his cock erupted in a steady stream of semen. Limp as it was, she almost felt like she was pissing. A single, copious, continuous stream. A splash that smeared the floor, creating a kind of whitish puddle.
A round of applause caught their attention. His screams had attracted the guards, who now looked at them with satisfaction.
“Hey… did the little whore finally make it cum?” said one of the guards.
“Now we have to free them,” the biggest guard declared with a sigh.
“I feel a little sorry,” said another of them.
“Come on, let's have another go with her and then we'll free them.”
And seven guards burst into the cell, rubbing their hands together.