As today`s battle was against an army from over fifty miles away, who we rarely fought, five days was the decided sentence. Children were returned that day but boys and girls over eighteen were put to work or tortured for any secrets they did or did not know, and also for their wrongdoings.
The first night of a victory would have all the prisoners made naked in the camp and tied with their hands behind them. If needed they are force fed with ale and a mass orgy would continue through night into the early morning, or until the huge fire they fucked around went out.
Anyone could leave captivity at any time, the only penalty being they would be banned from their respective Medieval group for one whole year, their whole family, it was taken so seriously.
The simple torture of the older women was always used as a warm-up act for the younger, and oh so much juicier, prisoners.
I strutted my powers around their encampment, teasing a man by flicking his balls and making one of their young ladies take his whole cock in her mouth. This should not have been too hard as we were practiced on at home with brothers and dads until we perfected it, then regular practice thereafter.
The older women were also stripped naked, hosed down with cold water to make their nipples taught, blindfolded, then bent over and fastened tight over old mead barrels. The male prisoners were also washed and blindfolded and left to stand in front of a bent over woman. Young naked men were brought in to wank the older men and guide them into a woman`s mouth, failure of either fucker or sucker to react was five even cane stripes on the naked bottom.
The victors' turn now, and they stood at the business end of woman, wanked stiff by the young men again, and guided into a hole of their choice, followed by more victorious men and more. The older women were then set to work with a whip-happy jailer watching over them. His perk was to fuck or be sucked by whoever he wanted.
They did laundry by hand, collected firewood or made the camp meals. Any prisoner not obeying, male or female, would face torture. For a first offence pubic hair extraction. The culprit was put on the rack, and it was tightened to tears, tits or balls squeezed hard to the enjoyment of the crowd hearing their screams. Then two jailers would extract random pubic hair with pliers, once they are sore, male or female, they are fastened on a wooden bed and left for the young studs to fuck at their leisure, especially the young virgin men who needed breaking.
Second offence for a female would be nipple and clit torture, this would be a task carried out by the young men from the winners. Her nipples would be first turned clockwise, then anti clockwise until the nipple peaked enough to be caned. Her hood would be pulled tight between thumb and forefinger exposing her pearl to be also caned along with her pussy lips. She would sure scream during the torture, but the pitch was much, much higher when fucked by the bigger endowed members of the winners afterwards.
The young men and women were shared out between families to work in the house, garden, or in the bed. The victors had no qualms of having a young man suck them hard before he was fucked.
Each village square had in at least one set of stocks where the young ladies would be put and blindfolded prior to being used by either of the sexes, to lick and suck, squeeze tits, and fuck.
During a hard-fought battle if a Royal wench was captured, like me, she too would be put in the stocks, and she would be given a choice after her fuckings. Whilst a hot iron, the size of teaspoon, of the victor`s coat of arms was being heated, she could choose where she would be branded. Tits, mound, back, inner thigh, or bottom. Whichever part of her body was chosen it would be slapped crimson before the iron struck and quickly medicated once branded.
Some high-ranking girls use it as a badge of honour and have several such marks from different victors. I have one on my bottom, one on my shoulder and, my mistake, one on my mound so I could hear my hair sizzling. That one took a long time to heal which meant I was fucked bottom and mouth only at home, so a poor choice.
On day three, after everything had settled down, the elders from the victors' army will select a few prisoners to be slaves. Maybe a big-cocked young man to satisfy the elders' wives and daughters or a young lady to be used by the men of the house. The young men would have a thin rope tightened over their cock and balls, to be led about with, whilst the girls would have a tit or clit clamp for the same purpose.
It was no secret that young studs would fuck and be fucked by the family, some may object but a few whip lashes helped to focus their attentions. Getting towards the end of the fifth day the prisoners were constantly used before their prisoner swap. I say swap as the losers could select ten, from thirty or so offered to them, to act as guarantors of their prisoners being returned, I was never part of that group, too high ranking.
If you are wondering how the winners and losers are sorted this is how it is done. Firstly, as these are reenactments of actual battles from the past, the winners are already known. For each battle the two sides are designated Knights or Dragons and at the beginning of the year, when the programme of battles is decided, a sealed envelope containing a card identifying either Knights or Dragons the winner is prepared for each one.
A month before the battle is due to take place the two kings toss a special Knight/Dragon coin to decide which side is which and once that is known the envelope is opened. This allows both sides time to plan the battle to achieve the correct outcome and to prepare for victory or defeat as appropriate.
