Several large torches fit snugly against the rough granite walls. Their little flames dance on the hardened stone, creating a false feeling of warmth in a cool room. The earthen floor filled the air with a musky aroma, similar to the smell of a mothballed basement. A pillory, several wooden "horses" and an iron maiden filled the space of the underground room. Everything corresponded to the standard-stereotypical medieval torture chamber.
In the center, between all the torture devices, there was a single stretching stand, the rope straps of which were tightly braided around the girl's wrists and ankles. Amicia, because of her height of a little less than one and a half meters, lay awkwardly on a wooden board of an ingenious device. Her arms and legs were stretched out diagonally, as if someone was stuck on top of a jump lever. In the window there was a beautiful view of her slender figure and feminine hips. The constant slight discomfort of being stretched out became just a thought behind her sad memories of her younger brother Hugo.
The heavy double doors slowly opened, creaking with age. The sound of hooves was heard just outside the doors. Someone came up to Amicia's head, which was hanging from the edge of the board. A beautiful girl with brown hair raised her head to try to meet the eyes of the newcomers, but alas, the door was out of sight.
Amicia made muffled noises in response to the appearance. Rowan gagged her with a rag upon arrival at his residence. A flaky substance was stuffed into her small mouth, hardened on the fabric. A strong, bitter and salty taste penetrated the poor girl's taste buds. This substance was something she had never known, but strangely enough, it seemed familiar. As the day approached this point, her mouth moistened the fabric, releasing more and more substance until her taste buds became insensitive to it at the same time making the gag more malleable.
Amicia turned her bright blue eyes to the “guests” who finally appeared. On the one hand, there was a jet-black stallion and his snow-white double. Their bodies had some of the most defined muscles she had ever seen on a horse or on any living creature.
She remembered those horses: Orpheus. Named after one of the four chariot horses of Hades, more than corresponding to the term “wild" due to its bestial strength and endurance. And Ares, named after a powerful Greek God who only wanted to win.
Amicia was so confused by the actual size of these ferocious creatures that they were harnessed to the cart in which she was brought. Her mind raced with speculation. What are these magnificent and creepy creatures doing here? Were they brought in to stretch her body even more on a wooden rack until she died? Amicia was almost right, the stallions had definitely arrived with the aim of stretching her small body. Just not in the bloody and dismembering manner that was in her mind.
"POP!"
A dull pop echoed through the hall as a piece of rotten wood fell off the ceiling and fell on Amicia's face. The slap sent the wet cloth in her mouth flying several feet and falling to the ground.
Amicia could only moan softly from the searing pain of the blow. A few tears welled up in her eyes and flowed down the red trail and small debris left on her cheek.
Amicia, stunned by what had happened, did not notice how Orpheus came up and jumped on her counter. Another, much less shocking blow fell on the freckled face of the beauty. Orphney's massive black cock crashed into her upper torso, the head of the trunk slightly soaked her ruby shirt with grease around her stomach.