Memoirs of Itty Siam

This chapter is a departure from what you are used to reading from me. I have to warn you that it contains graphic violence. I thought long and hard about what went into this chapter and actually scaled it back from what I had originally written. This is the first time I have written a chapter that is this dark. I look forward to reading comments as to how it was received.

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The guards led me out into the hallway, down several corridors, then through a locked doorway that led down many flights of stone stairs. I was taken to a room with about a dozen cells that were constructed of iron bars on the sides and front, and a stonewall at the back. Around the center of the room were many devices made of wood, rope, and iron. None of these looked like something that would be pleasant to have an encounter with. There were no occupants in any of the cells and I was put in one of the center cells. There also were no cots or any sort of comfort items here; my heart skipped a beat as the cell door was slammed.

Two men entered dressed in civilian attire followed by two of the castle guards. The guards opened the cell and dragged me out by the arms and hair. I did my best to resist but with my arms bound behind my back, my kicks were off balance and useless. I was dragged over to a set of poles set in the stone floor about six feet or so apart. A noose made of rough hemp like fiber was slipped over my head and the slack was taken out of the rope causing my neck to stretch slightly as the rough fibers dug into my skin. The guards spread my legs apart then each ankle was secure with shackles. Once my legs were secure the noose was pulled again to stretch my neck into an even more uncomfortable position. With my legs and neck immobilized my wrists were untied and shackled to two ropes mounted to a pulley at the top of each of the posts. Once secured the ropes were pulled tight positioning me in the shape of an "X", one of the inquisitors came toward me with a knife. I feared that he was going to begin flaying my skin, but instead he sliced my dress down the front, and then cut through the sleeves leaving me naked.

The two guards took a long leering look at my exposed body as they were ushered out of the room by one of the inquisitors. The other inquisitor circled around me, his rough hand running over my soft tender flesh. As he circled behind me his hand groped my firm little butt. Being that he towered over me by about a foot or so, his hands were quiet large and as he groped me, both cheeks of my pert butt fit almost perfectly in one of his hands. His hand moved up my back under my long black hair before his fingers gripped by dark mane tightly where my neck met my shoulders. As he held my hair and head tightly in his grasp, every move he made caused the rough fiber of the noose to rasp against the soft skin on my stretched neck. I was told that this could go hard on me or this could be easy as long as I told the truth. He then asked me where I came from and what my business was here.

I explained everything to him just as I had to Lord Hetch as to how I was shipwrecked here and was unable to return home even though I wish that I could. As I spoke to him my eyes looked up upon his face as he walked around in front of me, his hands still trailing over my skin as I spoke. One by one his hands moved over my exposed breasts and nipples. His fingers latched on to my nipples in turn as he pulled and stretched them and even through he was giving me pleasure, the look in his eyes had a dark evil look that made me shiver. Pleasure turned to pain quickly as his fingers latched onto my little brown nipples and squeezed harder as he began to twist my little nubs. He seemed to take joy in the twisted expression on my face as I struggled not to cry out and to continue with my tale of being marooned here. You do well to hide your emotions he said, as he pulled harder. I fought within myself not to cry out in pleasure or pain as he continued to work on my oh so sensitive little nipples with his large rough fingers.

As I finished my tale he released my breast and nipple, looked down and shook his head and told me that he does not believe me. The next sound I heard was the air rushing out of my lungs as his balled up fist slammed into my tummy and pushed up slightly under my ribs causing my diaphragm to spasm and choke off my air supply for a moment or so. I wanted to bend forward, cover my tummy to ease the pain but being bound tightly to the poles there was nothing I could do. As my breathing returned to normal, my gut still ached and I feared that another strike in the same place was coming, and I was right, his fist impacted a second time in the same spot causing my breath to stop and leaving me with a feeling that I needed to throw up, but since I had not had anything to eat, all I produced were painful dry heaves.

As I began to recover myself from the second blow to my mid section, I heard a loud crack followed by jolt of pain running from my backside, up my spine to my brain. This was followed by another and then another. I did my best not to cry out in pain, as additional sounds were heard followed by more waves of pain. My flesh was beginning to heat up back there and then the noise stopped but the pain was still there. The second inquisitor moved in front of me, my eyes then focused on the device he was holding in his hand. It had a wooden handle about a foot in length. Connected to the handle by a metal right were about twenty leather strips about thirty inches long and about ¼ to ½ inches wide.

He raised his hand holding the device then let the leather straps trail teasingly up my tummy, over my shoulder then across my face. You like my little flogger he taunted, but I did not reply. He asked me again why I am here, and of course I went with the same shipwreck explanation that I had already given earlier, which they still did not believe as evidenced by inquisitor number two raising his flogger and bringing it slashing down over my right breast and sensitive brown nipple. I so wanted to cry out but I steeled myself and almost bit my lip to silence myself. I did not want to give them any indication that I was in any discomfort, but they were professionals having had done this many times... they knew.

I see how it is going to be, he said as he raised the flogger up near my face, then with short aimed flicks sent several slaps of the leather strips to my exposed breasts starting with the right, then left, then back again striking each firm little orb viciously in turn. I held my breath during the first series of slaps as the level of pain increased with each swat. My eyes narrowed to tiny slits and the tears began to well up. My lower lip began to quiver as the sound from the last slap rang in my ears; I badly wanted to cry out and did everything I could to stop myself. I tried to lean forward to hide my facial expression and look down at my feet but the noose around my neck prevented that.

The little movement I did make was canceled out when inquisitor number one behind me grabbed my hair and pulled my head back sharply forcing me to look straight ahead at my tormentor who began circling his flogger in front of me then brought it crashing down across my left breast twice. This time the strikes were much harder than the first volley that impacted against my breasts. My little orbs began to redden from the leather lashes and the first whimper escaped my lips. The inquisitor walked behind me and I could here him circling his flogger over my head as the leather strips whooshed through the air. I waited for the sound of the slap and the stinging pain on my back but it never came. I took several deep breaths and prepared myself, but I was not prepared for him to drop to one knee in front of me to inspect my little hairless kitty.

His gaze stayed there for about a minute then gave my bare little mound a flick with his flogger, then came a harder swat, then another, and another as the leather thongs slapped across my mound from right to left slashing across my mound. As the swats grew harder and faster I tried to back away but could not because of my bonds. My legs began to tremble as the first tears left the inside corner of my eyes, rolled down my cheeks and splashed softly on my pink leather-heated breasts.

The inquisitor stood up and positioned himself to my left with his back toward me, the flogger in his right hand and then with a backhand motion quickly brought the flogger up between my legs, slapping at my exposed kitty with the tips of the leather strips. The pain was horrible as the tongs slapped against my lower lips five or six times, but on the last swat he measured the distance perfectly and a group of the leather strips slapped against my most sensitive button. Immediately I began to sob and gasp for air as the tears began to flow faster from my eyes. I tried desperately to clamp my legs together to try to soothe myself and to protect my little kitty but it was useless but I still tried and the best I could do was produce a pathetic squirming motion by moving my hips and twisting.

Again he moved behind me out of sight. I waited for my back to be his target and again I was wrong. I heard the flogger's leather thongs slicing through the air as they came up between my legs to slap against my lips and my red-welted mound. This continued until my sobs turned to a mixture of crying and moaning. He finished off this series of swats by lashing me across my firm little butt. Three full swing swats across my cheeks had my backside as sore and stinging as bad as my front side. Then four more unexpected swats up between my legs had me crying openly as my legs gave out briefly causing me to hang by my wrists and the noose around my neck.

I heard the footsteps of my tormentor as he walked around behind me. I lost track of his partner in all of this as I struggled to use my legs again for support as the noose supporting my weight was cutting off my oxygen supply. As I got my legs under me and supported myself, he moved in front of me again to take a long wind up with his flogger and lashed it hard over my little kitty from left to right across my little bare mound. I howled out in pain as the most powerful slap given to my bare lips and engorged little button. The swat across my lips was followed up by him targeting my breasts again. Several swats were delivered to my right breast and nipple followed by another long wind up and a strong slash across both breasts, the force of the blow straightened me up and made me bend backwards thinking that I could maybe avoid the next blow but that blow never came. He stood there for a few seconds, an evil smile on his face as he watched me crying and gasping for air in between sobs.

He walked around behind me circling her flogger in a way that made the leather thongs whistle through the air. I was fooled before but this time I was sure that my backside would be his target, but it was not. He moved around in front of me and lashed out between my legs again, slapping the leather thongs over my raw painful lips. He twirled the flogger around in front of me for effect and I suppose to build up speed then slapped it between my legs again, and again and again, and then for the final swat he targeted my little button again causing me to lunge forward as my legs gave out once again. The noose tightened around my neck as my legs gave out causing me to pitch forward as far as my bonds would allow. With that he stopped striking me and just twirled the flogger around in front of me in a menacing manner.

As I stood in my bonds bent forward as far as I could go, my air supply cut off which also hampered my uncontrollable sobbing; I struggled to get my legs under me again and finally did. All the while my tormentor circled around me. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, not caring now about staying strong in front of these inquisitors, the pain was too bad now for me to mentally comfort myself but still I tried. As my mind tried to block out the pain I felt the first lash of the leather thongs against my backside and for a moment I was thankful it was not my little kitty or nipples that were feeling his lash. Time after time the leather lashed over my golden flesh as the inquisitor was now taking full swings and my exposed butt. I felt the heat rising in my skin as each swat hit the same marks over and over again. My body moved and twisted with each slap, trying to move out of the way of the next slap but I could not avoid the blows he was delivering to me at will.

Again he moved back around in front of me and his flogger found its mark, slapping at my kitty again. I wailed in pain as slap after slap was delivered across my mound and the top of my lips. My cheeks were wet as were the tops of my breasts from my continued crying. With each sob the almost unintelligible words, "I am not a spy" passed through my lips, but each denial that I uttered brought another slap between my legs. As my denials stopped, the swatting stopped as he moved around behind me. I could feel the brush of his woolen clothing pressing against my back, and I could feel a large bulge in his pants pressed up against my lower back. His hand reached around me from my right side and slipped over my hip then came to settle between my legs.

As he fondled and probed me with his fat rough finger, I felt his finger slip between my tortured painful lips. Each movement of his finger over my red burning flesh caused me a new twinge of pain. He rubbed harder and forced his finger inside me and as I stood sobbing in his grasp he inched his finger deeper inside me. I turned into a total sobbing wreck when he pushed his finger in all the way and announced to his partner, "This little bitch is wet!" which brought a deep laugh from both of them and a reply from his partner, "She must be enjoying this, perhaps she needs more?" Hearing this I closed my eyes and shook my head from side to side and mumbled "no" over and over again, but I never noticed through my sobs that I was saying "no" in English.

With my eyes closed I did not notice that my tormentors had switched places until the new menace for the day came up behind me as the other inquisitor had and began groping my red swollen and welted breasts. His fingers stroked and pulled at my nipples stretching them farther than they were meant to stretch. He did not have to stretch them too far to cause me great pain; the leather from the lashing tenderized them quite well previously. As his hands left my chest I could hear his feet moving as he moved to my right side and then with my eyes still closed I heard the whistle of the leather then felt the bite of a powerful slap as the leather thongs stung my mound and lips again and again. I lost count of the slaps as they were delivered and at times my sobbing, and moaning drowned out the sound of the whistling leather as the slaps were delivered upwards between my legs.

There was no break in the swatting as he moved from my most tender spot back up to swat at my breasts. The lash worked its way over my flat tummy to move up to swat at my firm red little mango sized orbs. Over and over again he targeted the left then the right. From time to time he would slash the leather over both orbs then drop his hand down low to swat at my kitty. I never knew where the lash was going to land, as he made sure to hit my nipples, and the firm little button between my legs. My body was exploding with pain with each hit, and his hits were much harder and better aimed than his partner's were.

How long this lashing went on I do not know, the last thing I remember was opening my eyes to look down at my torso as the flogger continued to redden and inflame my most tender areas. My tummy, hips, breasts and what I could see of my little mound were a deep maroon in color. My chest was wet from my tears and it seemed that the water only intensified the pain that each swat left upon my breasts. After several swats between my legs they began to quiver severely and gave out on me once again. I hung there supported only by the noose around my neck and by the ropes around my wrists restraining my arms. I tried to get my legs under me but every time it seemed like I could support myself, another swat was delivered between my legs causing them to go limp again. I do not know how many times I tried to get my legs under me but after trying for what seemed to be a long time I had passed out. The next thing I remember was waking up naked in my cell, my body raw and my most sensitive flesh a bright red from the punishment that had been delivered so expertly.

Once my eyes opened, it took a few minutes for me to focus but once my senses had returned to me I realized that I had been moved to a different cell and that my wrists were not bound behind me as they had been in my previous cell. I looked at my wrists and could see that the honey covered skin just below my hands had been rubbed off leaving a deep red bloody circle around each wrist. This cell had stonewalls, cool stone floor, and a door constructed of iron bars, it also had bench constructed of roughly cut wood built into the back wall. My body ached and burned terribly and each movement was an experience in pain, though it was repairing its self rapidly and much faster than I had expected. The damage was mostly dermal a few layers deep which seemed easy enough to quickly repair given my genetic abilities to regenerate after an injury. It still took the better part of the day for the pain to subside and my skin to return to its normal golden hue. My wrists were still raw into the next day, as the skin had been torn badly.

In the afternoon I had a visit from Teela. She brought me some bread and a little bit of water, though she had to do it on the sneak, but since the guards were way down the hall and not at my door, I was able to eat and drink without getting her into trouble. She told me that she explained to her owner how I had risked my life to save hers and she was able to convince him that I was not a threat. She had begged him to move me to another cell where she could visit on the sneak for short periods of time.

When she entered the cell with me, the guards locked her in with me then went back to their post at the hallway's entrance. She expressed her concerns when she looked over my naked body and saw the welts that the interrogators had given me with their flogger. She explained that as an owned girl of a royal line as indicated by my golden collar, I should not be treated this way and that there was an understanding between the realms near and far. To paraphrase her exact words, a protection of diplomatic immunity was extended to the royal families and their servants while visiting a foreign land. Teela went on to say that she would notify the Prince upon his arrival that I was not a spy and was being treated poorly. We talked a while and she taught me more about the customs inside the castle, including the members of the royal family, and some of the Lords and Ladies that I might encounter here. Her words were a comfort to me and took my mind off of the pain that I was still feeling.

When the guards came and announced that her time was up she dug into her bag and pulled out an old grey blanket made of wool and gave it to me. I hugged her tightly and thanked her before the guards led her out of the cell. The rest of the day was uneventful, and when night came I slept peacefully, my regenerative system worked over night repaired most of the damage I had suffered by morning.

Around mid morning the guards came to get me. There were four in all, and I knew they would drag me from my cell eventually so I went with them peacefully, even though they did bind my hands behind my back again once I was out of the cell. I was hoping that yesterday was the worst they were going to do to me and I was hoping that I would be taken back to Lord Hetch. Instead I was taken back to the inquisitor's room naked and tied between the posts as I had been the previous day. I tried to resist being restrained but once again that only got me several blows to my tummy from one of the inquisitors, which took the wind and the fight right out of me and allowed the guards to secure my arms and legs.