episode_0016

Harry Foster was a man born into a farming family. Like anyone from a farming family, he planned to learn farming, meet a woman from a nearby farm, have children, harvest crops, and teach farming to his children.

But what changed his life was a group of thieves. Due to the threat of the demons, tax rates were raised and those who ran away became thieves, and groups of thieves made a living off the loot they looted by attacking people in similar situations as themselves. Their essence was originally ordinary, but after they became thieves, they took out their resentment on innocent victims.

Harry’s parents were killed by bandits. The fields that had been cultivated for generations were burned. Harry was the only one who survived the village, which had become a hell full of blood, fire, and corpses. Farmers always lived a life of suffering from taxes, worrying about harvests, growing old and dying quickly, but Harry didn’t think it was right to end their lives like that.

Harry did not express his anger at the world. He had no intention of being on the same level as the abominable thieves. In fact, to the victims, bandits were like a disaster, but in reality, the bandits also soon died fighting among themselves or were subjugated. Harry conformed to the world by giving up on avenging his parents, and resisted fate by trying to survive as much as possible.

Harry, who was wandering from town to town, met Rachel at an inn. Harry fell in love at first sight when he saw a prostitute enter the room. The woman with her wavy hair falling down her shoulders looked like a goddess to Harry. Ironically, Rachel also fell in love with Harry. The fact that Rachel was a prostitute didn’t matter to them. Harry left for another town with Rachel, whom he had no connection with, and set up a newlywed home there. In a place where no one knows their past, Harry and Rachel believed that a happy life would begin in the future.

“Good. Mr. Foster. Your wife was a prostitute. It’s amazing that you got married knowing that fact..”

Anastasia, holding the third cane, listened to Harry’s statement, whose gag was removed and his mouth was free, and she responded calmly without showing any emotion. The priority of interrogation was to find out the crime committed by the target, and if even the slightest crime was revealed, the interrogation became justified. Anastasia felt rewarded when she had the person being interrogated confess their sins and gave legitimacy to the interrogation. She believed that causing pain to others was God’s will and a mission given by God.

“Ha, ugh…ugh…”

Even though Harry confessed under torture, he felt so ashamed that he had revealed his beloved wife’s flaws. But I had no choice but to open my mouth due to the extreme pain. This Inquisitor swung the whip at him without getting tired at all, and acted as if the beatings could continue indefinitely.

“Do you know what kind of men your wife has been sleeping with? How much did you spend on your wife? Sorry for the late reply. It’s in the teens.”

Anastasia, like the other interrogators, did not wait for Harry’s answer. Whenever he hesitated to answer for even a moment, he immediately swung the whip and forced Harry to recognize his situation. As if my butt wasn’t enough, the cane was also swung on my back.

“Ack! Argh! Let me tell you! please…! Have mercy! Ugh!”

Every time Anastasia started swinging the falcon, she would not take it down until she had completed the set number of strikes. Even though Harry cried and screamed, the beatings did not stop. Only after exactly ten hawks had been swung did Harry get a chance to respond.

“Good. yes. okay. All right. Mr. Foster thought it was more economical to get married than to spend money on a prostitute.”

Anastasia distorted as much as possible what the person being interrogated said and gave it back to her. She enjoyed destroying couples. It was especially fun when they were newlyweds who had just gotten married. Anastasia’s happiness was to help the two men and women abandon the feelings they called love.

“Next question. Mr. Foster. Has your wife ever complained about something, insulted you… or said anything challenging?”

It was clear that if I answered no, I would be beaten. If she answered yes, Isabel would have to confess to a sin she did not commit. Harry, faced with a choice, ended up coming up with an anecdote that fit Anastasia’s words but was not considered a sin as much as possible. When he thought that Isabel, who was also taken with him, would be interrogated, he thought it would be better to answer what happened rather than making it up. Of course, Anastasia was happy to hear any statement. She preferred not to make up statements she had not made.

“In the past, my wife…”

Anastasia raised the corners of her mouth ever so slightly as she listened to Harry’s statement. Anastasia, who heard that he called his wife ‘Her Majesty’ during their playtime in bed, thought about charges such as ‘insulting the royal family’ and ‘referring to the monarch’. She was convinced that the Fosters would never get their lives back on track.

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Even after the interrogators left, Isabelle could not even raise her head. Isabelle was still tied to the spanking bench, but thanks to the sexual torture stopping, Isabelle was able to rest her tired body. But soon the thick iron door of the torture room opened. Isabelle looked up with a start, and what she saw was a woman.

“Isabel Foster.”

As soon as Isabel heard her name, her whole body trembled in fear. Anastasia didn’t care.

“My name is Anastasia and I will be interrogating you.”

Isabelle’s mouth was open and all she could do was drool. As Isabelle passed by her, there was the clicking sound of boot heels.

“Your husband, Harry Foster, has completed his statement regarding your ‘suspicion of heresy.’ Now it’s your turn to tell me.”

Isabel opened her eyes wide. She had no idea what Harry had said. Moreover, the previous interrogators had made it seem as if Harry had been accused of heresy, making it impossible for Isabel to understand the situation. Anastasia held a large wooden paddle with both hands. She glanced at the fleshy flesh of her buttocks, which clearly showed signs of being violated, and then placed the paddle on her buttocks to gauge the severity of the beating. In Anastasia’s opinion, Isabelle’s bottom was soft enough to be spanked.

slam!

“Aaagh!”

Wow!

“Hyaaa!”

Thoroughly!

“Agyahaaaa!”

Every time the large, wide paddle hit Isabelle’s buttocks, she screamed miserably and struggled with her whole body. Of course, he was just shaking his red, swollen buttocks and shaking his head, so it didn’t interfere with Anastasia’s beating in the slightest. Moreover, unlike the whip, Anastasia held the paddle with both hands and swung it with all her might.

“That’s a vulgar body move, befitting a prostitute. Isabel. Did you seduce men like that?”

Prostitution was not a profession prohibited by law. However, prostitution was something that should not be done according to doctrine. Of course, Anastasia was not particularly merciful to Harry, but whether she intended it or not, she treated Isabelle even more harshly.

“You look like a pathetic prostitute. It fits my husband’s statement.”

Isabelle had no idea what Harry had said about her. She may have mentioned that she was a prostitute in the past, but I had no idea what other charges of heresy she may have confessed to. Even though she couldn’t speak because of her gag, Anastasia forced her to give at least a minimum of answers to her questions.

“Let’s add one rule. This is a question that can be answered yes or no. If yes, shake your hips up and down. If the answer is ‘no’, it will twitch left and right. Do you understand?”

Isabelle, who was sweating from the pain she felt in her buttocks, twitched her buttocks up and down a moment later. Because I was tied to the spanking bench, I shook my buttocks vigorously, lifted my lower abdomen, and hit my private parts on the bench. Anastasia frowned because it was like having sex.

“Next question. prostitute. Have you ever indulged in books related to demons?”

Isabel shook her hips vigorously from side to side despite being called a degrading name.

“I missed one. When you rock your butt up and down you get a paddle. If you shake it left or right, it will hit you three times. Let’s start now.”

Soon, there was a sound of flesh hitting flesh. But it didn’t stop at one time. The paddle was swung twice more. She was delighted every time the paddle’s mark was clearly engraved on Isabelle’s buttocks. When the whipping was applied again to her buttocks after a short break, Isabel cried out in pain and blamed everything. The targets included not only the abominable Inquisitor, but also her beloved husband, Harry Foster.

“I will ask the question again. prostitute. Have you ever indulged in books or anecdotes related to demons?”

Anastasia didn’t like making up statements. All she had to do was get her to give her the answer she wanted. This time Isabelle’s hips bobbed up and down and Anastasia gave her a paddle as promised.

Remember!

“Ahaha…!”

“Have you ever tried to borrow the power of demons to satisfy your own self-interest?”

Thoroughly!

“Haaa! Ah…”

Although most of the questions were unfavorable to Isabel, Isabel, tired of the beating, shook her buttocks up and down. Anastasia was satisfied with ‘watching’ rather than calmly listening to the answer. Isabel was unable to overcome minor pain and was putting herself in greater trouble.

“Have you ever called yourself a queen and forced others to call you that title?”

Isabelle, who remembered sleeping with Harry, shook her hips relatively lightly this time. Anastasia’s eyes turned cold as she looked at it. Of course, her enthusiasm and joy did not subside. Rather, her heart burned hotly at the thought of punishing the apostate in front of her.

It wasn’t just her heart that was burning.

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“Aaagh…! Hyaaa!”

Some time after that, Isabelle’s feet were tied side by side on another torture rack. The fire burning in the brazier heated the soles of my feet. In the pain of the soles of her feet burning, Isabel admitted her guilt.

“Isabel Foster. Do you admit to the charge of heresy?”

“Are you an apostate?”

“Yes! I am a heretic! I am an apostate! Please forgive me…!”

Anastasia looked satisfied next to Isabel, who was relieved of her pain after the brazier was removed.

“I will leave a trace so that you can reflect on the sins you have committed.”

Anastasia took out a brand that had been hot for a while from the brazier. The brand, which was bright red, looked like the word ‘heresy’ turned upside down. Anastasia was overcome with extreme joy when she saw Isabel shaking her head desperately and crying. Without a single mistake, a clear brand was engraved on Isabel’s lower abdomen, below her navel.

“Ohhh!”

It was Anastasia’s mercy to brand him on his lower abdomen rather than his face. It was Anastasia’s hobby that gave them a stigma. ‘They’? She branded Harry equally. Since the soles of my husband’s feet were sufficiently heated, there was no inequality at all.

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Harry and Isabelle Foster, who stood trial, were charged with ‘insulting the royal family’, ‘pretending to be a monarch’, ‘apostasy’, and ‘supporting heresy’. Anastasia, the Heresy Inquisitor who interrogated them, calmly testified to their statements. Not even a single word was mentioned about the torture that occurred in the process. Taking into account the fact that they were from ordinary people, they were sentenced to reform and forced labor instead of death. Anastasia looked at the couple crying desperately at each other with their mouths gagged. She was happy just imagining what those people, who would not be reunited for at least 30 years, would think when they looked at the stigma she had engraved on them.

After the trial, someone approached Anastasia, who was about to return to the Heresy Inquisition. The principle was that heresy interrogations were conducted as secretly as possible until just before execution. All accidents that could occur had to be prevented before being detained at the Heresy Inquisition. He handed over several pieces of paper and whispered softly.

“Okay.”

After he left, Anastasia looked at the paper with personal information written on it.

‘Etrusian Ordelappi’.

Anastasia narrowed her eyes and thought about her next interrogation.