episode_0015

Even now that it has been revealed that the threat of demons has stopped at some point, people are still afraid of demon invasion. The demons, which could not be stopped by human power, were a deeply rooted fear among people. Therefore, not only was even the slightest curiosity about demons considered taboo and avoided, but even any act related to demons could result in severe interrogation by the Inquisition. The devil was a being that had to be destroyed and defeated.

To people other than the upper class with power like nobles, the Heresy Inquisition was a terrifying place that made their hands and feet tremble just by hearing its name. However, people who saw their neighbors being dragged away on suspicion of heresy also supported the actions of the Inquisition because of their fear of demons, and even if it was rare that the person was found to be innocent, they considered it to be the fault of the person who aroused suspicion, not the fault of the Inquisition.

However, in reality, in order to increase their performance and solidify their power, there were quite a few cases where the Heresy Inquisition deliberately arrested and interrogated innocent people. In fact, there were few people who were deeply connected to the demons, and rather, the majority were innocent or had committed minor mistakes. However, surprise arrests by the Heresy Inquisition continued. In addition, in order to reduce dissatisfaction with arrests and interrogations, they even used despicable methods of interrogating people with as few family members or relatives as possible.

Today’s innocent victims were Harry and Isabelle Foster. The two were perfect for interrogation as they had no other family members and only distant relatives whose faces they did not know.

Early in the morning, the Heresy Inquisition raided the Foster couple’s home. The small house, like any other home, was turned into a mess by the arresting agents who suddenly came in. The couple, who were sleeping in their underwear, was immediately subdued and held by the crew’s strong arms.

“Harry Foster! And Isabelle Foster! You are under arrest under the authority of the Heresy Inquisition.”

The man in front did not give the couple any explanation about the charges. They were dragged out of the house with gags and cloths over their mouths, unable to resist. Neighbors who woke up due to the commotion in the early morning opened their doors and looked out the window, but as soon as they confirmed that they were from the Heresy Inquisition, they pretended not to notice and turned away. The neighbors thought that unless a miracle occurred, the Fosters would not be returning anytime soon. Such premonitions usually turned out to be true.

The couple was taken into a carriage that seemed to be a combination of several cells. The couple, who were locked in separate rooms, could not escape because their hands and feet were tied. Even after getting used to the darkness inside the cloth, the couple could not notice anything except the shaking of the carriage as it drove down the gravel road. Of course, they were going to find out soon, even if they didn’t want to.

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To ensure smooth interrogation and confinement, heresy inquisition centers were established at each strategic location, and the place where the Fosters were taken was to the heresy inquisition center that would ‘punish heresy.’ Anastasia, the heresy interrogator at this interrogation center, expressed her tendencies through interrogation. The Heretic Questioner’s sadistic tendencies were disguised as hatred toward demons and heretics, and were in fact encouraged. Except for power and complex interests, no one could interfere with the execution of the Inquisition, and no one cared if the subject of interrogation was from the upper class and did not need to worry about it.

To facilitate the interrogation, Anastasia was provided with information about the couple. She did not harbor any sympathy for those being interrogated, making her a perfect candidate for the Inquisitor. He was such a passionate interrogator that he cut his hair above his shoulders so as not to interfere with the interrogation. She first headed to the torture room where Harry Foster was waiting. Harry was tied naked in advance to a unique type of scaffold called a ‘genital frame’ to avoid any disruption to the upcoming interrogation.

A thin iron pole fixed to the floor was adjusted to the height of Harry’s penis. The ankles were tied to the restraints on the pole, and the genitals and testicles were tied forward at the same time to the humbler attached to the end of the pole. Harry had to lift his heels slightly as his penis and testicles were tied and pulled at a precarious height. In addition, he was tied to the ceiling with strong handcuffs that raised both hands, so if he moved his body even a little, he felt extreme pain in his genitals and testicles.

“Harry Foster.”

Peter’s eyes fell on the woman who opened the tightly closed door and entered. She wore high-heeled boots, leather gloves, and an unusual pair of pants and a jacket for a woman. Female Inquisitors often wore pants for practicality rather than fashion.

“You are suspected of being involved with someone who was in cahoots with the demons.”

Anastasia did not carelessly get angry at those being interrogated. She interrogated them with coolness, not anger, and satisfied her inclinations. Anastasia felt a cold excitement rising from her lower abdomen as she saw a man a head taller than her trembling.

“You don’t have to say anything yet. I plan to tell you about myself first and then listen. I can’t speak anyway because of the gag.”

“Huh…”

Harry, who still had a gag in his mouth, was drooling from the corner of his mouth, suffering from the pain in his calves, his throbbing penis, and the roots of his testicles from lifting his heels. But Anastasia didn’t even think about his circumstances. I swung the cane in my gloved hand once in the air, then went behind him and placed the cane on his buttocks. A barrel in the corner of the torture room was filled with similar whips.

“My name is Anastasia. Let’s start with ten first. It would be a good idea to first think about what questions will be asked while receiving the beating.”

With a faint moan from Harry, the beating began mercilessly. In particular, Anastasia, who had developed arm strength, swung the cane without difficulty, and it hit Harry’s buttocks with a sharp sound.

“eup! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Huuu!”

Although Anastanya did not count the number with her mouth, the whip split the air exactly ten times. Harry writhed in pain as if his buttocks were being whipped, even though it was not a whip or other tool, and then corrected his posture, groaning at the pain he felt at the base of his testicles.

“Ugh!”

“Mr. Foster. Your wife, Isabelle Foster, is suspected of having conspired with demons. Did you know?”

Hearing her words, Harry felt like he had been hit on the head with something. But after marrying Isabel, he was always with his wife. If my wife had done something like that, there was no way I would have known about it. Harry shook his head from side to side and drooled.

“Uuuu.

Unfortunately, his beloved wife’s struggle to express her innocence failed to impress the cruel Inquisitor. Anastasia held the end of the whip and bent it lightly, still maintaining a cool expression.

“You seem to lack understanding. Mr. Foster. I will ask you again after 10 strokes of the cane.”

Harry, who heard her words, opened his nostrils instead of his gagged mouth and screamed. Of course, it wasn’t a human voice, it was just the howling of an animal.

“eup! Ugh! Ugh!”

While Anastasia skillfully and efficiently wielded the cane without breaking a sweat, a cold sweat ran down Harry’s spine. The tingling pain I felt at the base of my testicles was terrible, but more than anything, the pain of the whip whipping my buttocks was unbearable. Harry denied the same question asked a second time, but with no reward for his superhuman patience, thin marks continued to be engraved on Harry’s naked buttocks.

“Ugh! Ugh! town! Uuuuu!”

Anastasia stroked Harry’s cruelly scarred buttocks with her gloved hands and then walked back in front of him. I looked at the plain penis sticking out from the fumbler and then made eye contact with Harry again. Harry saw Anastasia’s deep eyes.

“This time, let’s change the question. Do you accept the possibility that your wife may have been involved in such an incident?”

It was a more subtle question than before. Of course, Harry denied even that. After receiving another 30 beatings, he finally gave in. Harry’s tears, unable to bear the pain of the beating, were also mixed with feelings of guilt toward his wife.

Thankfully, Anastasia was willing to ease Harry’s guilt.

“Harry Foster. The previous question has already been denied three times. You lied to me. Let me tell you the price of lying.”

When Harry heard those words, he closed his eyes tightly in preparation for the pain that was to come. Soon, the sound of boot heels sounding quietly rang out. Harry braced his buttocks, bracing himself for the pain he would feel. But the whip was not aimed at the buttocks.

“Kkvuuu!!”

“Do you understand? Harry Foster? If you lie, you’ll get spanked on your puny dick instead of your ass.”

Anastasia’s reaction was not much different from when she had been spanked, but Harry, who was unexpectedly hit by a cane on the man’s vital area, screamed in terrible pain. Even though I wanted to avoid it, I was forced to put my genitals out because of the humbler, and whenever I moved my body inadvertently, the pain of my testicles being pulled continued, so I suffered from a different pain than the butt whipping I had just experienced.

“The genitals are also in the teens.”

Whick!

“Wow!”

slap!

“Keueuuu!”

Wow!

“Huh!”

The ten beatings ended only after a difficult period of pain had passed. The humiliation of being beaten on the genitals, the source of sexual desire and precious for reproduction, was hard to bear, but more than anything, the pure pain made it difficult for Harry. A new question was asked to Harry, who was sniffling and catching his breath.

“Tell everything you know about your wife Isabel. Nod your head if you have something to say, shake your head if you don’t. If you don’t have anything to say, I’ll start with ten lashes.”

She didn’t wait for Harry to answer. Soon, pitiful screams rang out in the torture room.

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While Harry Foster was being interrogated under the baptism of Anastasia’s cane, in another torture room, another man’s penis was thrust into Isabelle’s cunt hole, where Harry’s penis was supposed to go in and out.

“eup, Ubung! Wow! Ah ha!”

Isabel, Harry’s beloved wife, was tied face down on a spanking bench. Isabelle, who was lying vertically on a spanking bench that was narrow compared to its length, was naked, even stripped of her underwear, like Harry. Her head was lower than her hips, her hands and feet were tied to each of the four legs of the bench, and her buttocks were stuck out.

“Subgrade! Each…! Evil, sadism!”

Isabel, who was suddenly taken from her sweet sleep with her husband, was being raped back and forth by the two Inquisitors. One interrogator freely penetrated the husband’s wife’s pussy hole from behind her buttocks, while the other interrogator penetrated the inside of her filled mouth. The interrogation was unnecessarily faithful to the common belief that women who communicate with demons have a strangely increased sexual desire. During the interrogation process, the only consideration for the person being interrogated was the iron rule that no serious injury should be inflicted. Rather, since the main purpose was to cause pain to the subject of interrogation, the roughest and most violent penetration continued incessantly.

“Aha! Ugh, ugh, eup, ugh, ugh…!”

Contraception was of no concern to the interrogator, so the interrogator’s semen was already inside Isabelle’s vagina. The interrogators did not even mimic vaginal ejaculation. They held only minimal responsibility for those being interrogated, and such regulations led to the encouragement of torture.

“Wubbboob, low, low…!”

Her beautifully grown black hair was tangled by the interrogator’s hands. The merciless rape that continued several times exhausted Isabelle’s body and mind. It was as if Harry had been struck by lightning in the middle of the night, not by Isabel.

“Aaagh!”

The interrogator who had been prodding Isabelle’s mouth with his genitals deposited semen in her mouth and then slowly pulled back, and drool dribbled down between her open mouth and genitals. Isabelle let out a miserable scream with her mouth that she could not even close due to her gag, and let out a sobbing sound, spilling semen mixed with saliva.

“Ahaa…Agag, hagaaagh…!”

The interrogator had one question for Isabel. ‘Tell me what you know about the suspicious behavior of your husband, Harry Foster.’ There was no way Isabel, who had never considered Harry a suspicious person, could answer that question. Therefore, the interrogators were also giving Isabel a reason to answer questions.

“Ha, haa…ahhh…”

His saliva-covered genitals were rubbed against his face, which was a mess of tears and snot. The interrogator’s penis rubbed Isabelle’s face like a brush before lightly poking her nostrils with the glans several times. The interrogator lowered his penis, rubbed his lips as if applying makeup, and placed it on his tongue. Isabel’s tongue wiggled as if trying to push out the genitals, but the helpless movement was no different from a caress.

“Isabel Foster. Did you know that Harry Foster was making some suspicious moves?”

The question asked of her was quite different from before. It was a question that seemed to establish the fact that my husband had been acting suspiciously. However, Isabel, who had already been raped incessantly for not being able to answer the first question, had no choice but to hesitate. Of course, the interrogator had no intention of giving Isabelle time to hesitate.

“I gave you a chance, but you rejected it. I guess I’ll have to start again.”

At the words uttered by the abominable interrogator who had his genitals in her mouth, Isabelle cried out, struggling against her bound body. Tears flowed again from the eyes, which still had clear tear marks. But Isabel couldn’t say. She had another painful time.

“Ugh!”

There was no one who could save Isabel. Even God didn’t save her.