For the last few months, strange things had been occurring. Mysterious cloaked riders prowled the roads,
darkened coaches passing through the village in the middle of the night, rumors of women from nearby
villages mysteriously disappearing in the dead of the night. As the village minister's new wife she'd thought
the rumors to be nonsense. That is until this night.
Sound asleep in the loving arms of her husband a loud crash suddenly awoke Gabrielle. And even before her
husband could go to investigate, several heavily armed men burst into their bedroom. Gabrielle screamed in
terror as their attackers moved toward them but even before she could turn to flee they were upon her.
Gabrielle cried out as her attackers roughly forced her arms together behind her back and bound her wrists.
Within seconds they'd shoved a musty, foul tasting rag deep into her mouth to silence her screams and pulled
a heavy cloth hood over her head. The last thing she'd seen as the hood came down over her eyes destroyed
any lingering hopes of survival, her husband standing with his back to the wall as two of their assailants
stabbed him repeatedly with their swords.
Gabrielle awoke lying on her side against the cold stone floor of a dimly lit cell. Tears welled up in her
pretty blue eyes at the thought of her husband's death. But it only took her a moment to realize her peril,
and while her wrists remained bound behind her back she was nude.
Of course, that had been several long and brutal hours ago. Dragged from her cell she'd quickly found herself
helpless and totally exposed, standing with her neck and wrists locked within these horrible stocks, her ankles
chained obscenely far apart. Only then did the evening's real entertainment commence.
The baron himself was the first to use her. Not content to merely rape her, the baron cruelly shoved the handle
of his riding crop deep into the virgin tightness of Gabrielle's rectum. Only when he was sure she was bleeding
enough to lubricate him did he pull the riding crop out and replace it with his own erect cock. And just to add
a little something to the torment Gabrielle's was enduring as he sodomized her ass, he applied his riding crop to the
smooth unblemished skin of Gabrielle's back.
Watching helplessly as the Baron and his friends stoked the brazier's glowing coals and placed their selected implements
of torture in the coals to heat, Gabrielle correctly surmised that they finally gotten bored with merely raping and
whipping her body. Clearly this evening's perilous entertainment was about to enter a new and decidedly more torturous
phase. Although she remained locked helplessly within the stocks, Gabrielle could still clearly see the obscenely cruel
look of sadistic anticipation in the Baron's cold evil eyes.