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Adrea and the inquisition - Part 4 (Final) Adrea is crying hard, looking at the inquisitor with tearfilled eyes, pleading him to stop the torture. “Oh pleeeheeheeheease, I really don’t know any more witches! Make it stop, please! I confessed and gave you a name, isn’t that enough? Have mercy, please! I can’t take anymore tickling on my soles! Please, not the goat again! It tickles so very bad!” Ignoring the girl’s moaning completely, Rodrigo goes back to the barn, but this time deeper inside, but coming back out with something, that lets Adrea’s blood freeze, leaving her totally paralyzed for a good

This is part 3 of my story about Adrea's suffering at the inquisitor's torture-chamber. Enjoy and have fun! Greets, Kevin. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Adrea and the inquisition - Part 3 Rodrigo already finished coating the soles of his unbelievable-ticklish victim and puts Isabella back to work. The goat seems to be very happy to get a second chance for licking more salt off. Without a second of relief, Adrea is laughing hysterically again, as the hungry animal continues to get some food from the girl’s feet. “Aaahaaahaaaahaaahaaaaa! Noohoohooo m.m.mmmmooohoohoohoooore! I

Finally, I made it! Here comes another part of the story! Coments welcome! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Adrea and the inquisition - Part 2...... "W.w.what are you doing to me? Please, don't hurt me!", Adrea begs and looks fearfully at the tools in her captor's hands, having absolutely no idea, what will happen to her now. "Then you should better talk or you will suffer!", the inquisitor calmly says from the background of the room while walking to a comfortable chair that is placed on a little higher position in a corner of the room, making it possible for him, to watch any activity

Adrea and the inquisition   by Kevin75da This story is inspired by the a 3D-rendering-series of Restif at DeviantArt. ------ Adrea and the inquisition Spain 1492. The inquisition is at full rage and women all around the country are accused, tortured and burned at the stake in dozens daily, everywhere across the country. Adrea, daughter of a local wine-dealer, aged 23, is arrested by the inquisitional-guard in the town of Andorra, at the Spanish province of Aragon. After transferring her to the prison, Adrea is led directly to the interrogation. Her hands tied behind her back, she enters a large room. To the left and right, four priests