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To force the prince to do his bidding, the baron has the teenage girl Madison tortured in front of the prince, but things take an unexpected turn...

Commission for Anonymous. Thank you very much for commissioning me^^", "writing": "Torturous Extortion\n\n[i]The guards took the prisoner to the dungeon. In the usual fashion they stripped her naked, humiliating her, breaking her morale. Then they flayed her with the cat-o-nine-tails until she screamed for mercy.\nBut there was none to be had, as the guards put salt on her wounds and let her suffer for hou-[/i]\n\nVictor was snapped out of his reading by insistent knocking on his cabin door. The gentle lull of the sea was felt through the floor and he suddenly noticed shouts and curses coming from above deck. \n\"What are those commoners up to now?\" The young prince thought to himself, rubbing his eyes, closing the violet orbs for a second. His face was flushed and his stomach tingled in that good and bad way it always did when he read accounts of dungeons, prisoners and, especially, the tortures they received. \nThe Buneary prince got to his feet in a huff and went to unlock the door to his cabin, only for a young girl, Madison, to barge in and shut the door behind her in a rush, locking it.\n\"What is the meaning of this,\" the twelve-year old prince demanded in an authoritative tone.\n\"Sorry, young master,\" the Popplio pokemorph gasped out, her voice quaking with fright, \"pirates have boarded the ship!\" \nVictor was taken aback and tuned his ears to the action above deck, noting the telltale clashes of steel against steel. \nThe Buneary was travelling with a small honour guard of six soldiers, and had no expectation the lowly sailors would put up a fight against the vicious pirates that harried these waters. He cursed his mother, Queen Elena, for disregarding her son like that while on a diplomatic mission, but quickly took on a stoic expression. Wouldn't do to seem afraid in the presence of a commoner like Madison, who was his cabin girl. \nHer dolphin-like tail was whipping about in fright and he stared through her mop of black hair that covered her eyes with an intense gaze, she was two years his senior, but was fearful like a little child. \n\"Do not fret. The pirates will likely take me as a hostage. I will make sure to make them spare you,\" he said with the haughty confidence of a twelve-year-old prince.\nMadison nodded demurely and stood away from the door, wrapping her arms around herself as if to protect against the pirates. \nThe door suddenly boomed, as someone knocked loud and hard on it, and the prince stepped over to unlock it and opened it just as another round of knocking was about to begin. \n\"I am Prince Victor and this woman is under my protection,\" he said to a surprised-looking Charmeleon who was clad in tattered clothes and carried a bloodied sabre. \n\"Greetings, Prince Victor,\" a pleasant voice said from the hallway, and a strangely dressed Primeape came into view, pushing the pirate's sabre down with two fingers, \"it would be a pleasure if you surrender willingly.\"\nThe boy took stock of the wide-brimmed hat and the myriad of colours the pirate captain was dressed in, making him look like a strutting peacock. But the Primeape's pleasant tone hid the flint in his eyes, and Victor knew he was a dangerous man. \n\"I will go willingly. Do not harm the girl,\" he said with haughty confidence, inwardly cursing at his tone, which caused the pirate with the sabre to sneer.\nThe captain, however, laughed good naturedly and clapped his paws together, \"Marvellous, just marvellous,\" he said, as a couple of pirates entered with black, cotton hoods in their paws.\n\nThe cabin girl whined as they put hoods over their heads, but Victor remained stoic, deducing that he was the main target of the boarding action of the pirates.\nAfter a couple of days at sea, they were docked at what sounded like a bustling port, and quickly put into a carriage that set them on a journey of several, rattling hours. Victor almost felt sick from the change in locomotion, but he endured, though he could constantly hear the shallow breaths of the Popplio commoner besides him.\nThey were finally let outside, and he enjoyed the short feeling of the sun on his covered head, before they were led inside and down. The dungeon was damp and cold and when his hood was pulled off it revealed a drab cell of hefty stone blocks, a couple of straw-filled cots and a chamber pot. \nVictor blinked against the seemingly harsh lights cast from the torches that were on the other side of the bars, and then noted that the cabin girl had been shackled, but he had not. Seeing her in bondage made something awaken inside him, stomach tickling just a little, but he brushed it aside and took comfort in the fact that he was given preferential treatment and not shackled like some commoner. \n\nAfter getting his castle in order, Cypher began the long trek down the stairs to his dungeon. He was giddy with anticipation. This was his chance to prove himself and to improve the standing of his house, whose wealth his father had squandered. \nWhen he arrived at the cell, he took note of the size of the Buneary prince, almost as tall as himself. He cursed silently at his lack of evolution, his Riolu looks often making him be misjudged as a servant or even a child. He stood still in front of the room-high bars and called out for the prince, and the boy stepped over with a solemn expression.\n \nVictor spent the few seconds going over to the bars thinking deeply about his capturer. \nPart of his tutoring was the knowledge of royal families at home and abroad, and the Riolu had an aristocratic air about him. Victor knew who he was then. A minor and impoverished baron from a neighbouring country. This abduction was tantamount to a declaration of war, so the young prince knew that he was acting out of desperation. \n\n\"I need your help,\" the Riolu began.\n\"You need money.\" Victor simply stated. \nCypher was surprised at the accurate deduction and then went straight into it, knowing there was no need to play games with the well-educated prince. \n\"Yes. The finances of my house is in shambles. Now, you are the least-favoured prince..\" the Riolu said, letting the statement trail off into a question, to which the Buneary blushed and gritted his teeth. \nCypher grinned smugly at getting under the boy's skin, \"..so I don't think I could ransom you. However, I have another idea. Petition your mother, The Queen, about an investment into my estate. It is not even a bad deal, there's prime farmland with black soil that lies un-tilled due to the financial situation of my house.\" \n\nVictor blushed from the accurate jab at his station in the family. Clara his eldest sister and Claudia his twin were both first in line for succession. His mother did not waste much time on him, leaving him to be brought up by tutors and chambermaids. \n\"No.\" the Buneary said with finality, his anger turning him unwilling to assist the Riolu. \n\"I feared as much,\" the baron said, slumping his shoulders, before he steeled his gaze and looked directly at the Popplio girl, \"I will show you what will happen if you do not coorporate. I was told you said this girl was under your protection. Anything that happens to her is on you. Guards!\"\n\nSeveral guards entered the cell and brought the struggling captives with them, the girl crying and begging and Victor resisting for a second before his arm was twisted painfully, and the guard walked behind him with his arm like that. They made their way to a torture chamber filled with smoldering braziers, racks, stockades and other implements of the cruel craft. Despite the situation, Victor felt that tingling in his stomach again. He had never been allowed to witness the torture of criminals and traitors, but had sometimes sneaked down to the empty cells of their castle to check it out. \nA Lucario and an Arcanine guard put the cabin girl into a rack, which was a horizontal torture instrument. A big wheel, not unlike that which controlled a ship, with long spokes to grip onto, controlled a series of ropes that would stretch the manacles on the victim's ankles and wrists further and further apart. \nWith his heart hammering and his breath shallow, Victor watched with sick fascination as the guards began to turn the wheel, the whole machinery creaking and groaning as the manacles stretched further and further apart. \nAs the manacles holding the fourteen-old-girl began to bite and then pull, she began to wail and cry for mercy. \n\nCypher was sickened to his stomach. He just wanted to better his family's fortunes, not spend his time in dungeons torturing children, he looked at the Buneary, hoping for a reaction, but was dismayed when he noticed the intense stare the boy directed at the scene. \n\nVictor stood still, the torture making him completely forget his arm being held behind his back. The tingling in his stomach had turned to a storm of butterflies and he watched with keen interest as the guards turned the wheel for another half-revolution. The Popplio's blue-skinned muscles were stretched further and the boy swore he could hear her sinews crackle from the intense stretch. \nDespite himself, he tried to move forward, and the guard who held him was so wrapped up at the sight that he simply let the boy go.\nThe Buneary took in the sight of the girl's cries that became higher and higher as another half-revolution was turned on the wheel. The poor Popplio was sweating and writhing the best she could under the duress, but nothing would stop the cruel torture and she shrieked as he muscles burned, her tendons were close to bursting and her shoulder joints felt like they would pop out at any moment. \n\n\"You can stop this whenever you want,\" Cypher called out to the boy, who barely heard him over the girl's cries of pain and the throbbing of blood in his brain and stomach from the sight. \nAnother quarter was turned on the wheel and girl struggled to breathe now. Her smooth fur glistened with sweat as she trembled from the torture, and he cries were getting muted from the lack of air. Victor watched in sick fascination as he noted that her shoulders were stretched to the point where it seemed they would pop at any moment. \nThe torturers turned the wheel another quarter revolution and the Popplio's right shoulder dislocated with a sickening sound that made Victor startle and snap out of his fascination. The girl barely had breath to cry, and what came out from her mouth was quiet whimpers that came out in short bursts, as she barely had the ability to breathe any more. Hearing this, he turned to the baron.\n\"Please. I give up. Mercy. Stop this now,\" Victor said hurriedly, breathing rapidly, face blushed from both excitement and a fair bit of shame from his emotions. \n\nCypher snapped his fingers and the torturers hurried to loosen the rack, swiftly turning the wheel until the girl could breathe freely and cry out in earnest from the pain coming from her dislocated shoulder. \n\"Call for the surgeon,\" the Riolu pokemorph said in an authoritative voice, before he turned to Victor, who was still blushing and trembling with excitement and shame combined. \n\"Now, young man, let us go to my study so you can write a letter to your mother about that investment,\" Cypher said. \n\nVictor stood still for a moment, a torrent of emotions dragging his mind around like a tornado. He loathed to admit it, but the torture had excited him. If only it hadn't been someone he had promised to protect..\nHe pondered his thoughts for a moment, and then that sickening lurch of his stomach rose up again, darkening his thoughts.\n\"No. Wait...\" Victor trailed off and the baron stared curiously at the young boy. \n\"I'll do it. However, I want to see her tortured again, once she's healed,\" the Buneary prince said in almost a whisper, before he looked up, his face twisted in a cruel grimace, \"allow me that, and I will write a letter containing anything you want.\" \n\nCypher was unpleasantly surprised by this turn of events, hoping the torture of the Popplio would have broken the boy. Instead, it seemed to have awoken something cruel and evil inside him. \n\"Fine,\" the baron said with sigh, willing to do almost anything to improve the dreadful state of his domain, \"I will grant you your request.\"\n\nThe Popplio girl, meanwhile, was looking at the boy with terror and outrage at his betrayal. \n\"My Lord, you promised...\" she cried out, the pain from her shoulder causing her to scrounge up her eyes.\n\"I am your liege. I can do whatever I want with you,\" Victor responded, the cruelty dripping from his voice causing the baron to almost shudder with revulsion. \n[i]What kind of fiend is this?[/i] Cypher asked himself, as the Clefairy surgeon made his way into the room. \nThe surgeon was dressed in a practical white cloak that was stained with old blood and he quickly made it over to the shackled girl. \n\"You must get her out of the rack before I can heal her shoulder,\" he said in a cultured and bored voice. The guards complied and a light of magic shone as he grabbed the crying girl's arm and popped it into place, holding a paw over her shoulder to mend the damaged tendons inside.\n\"There. Almost as good as new,\" he said, before stepping back and looking at the baron, \"do you require my services further?\" \n\"Not for now, I think, but stay close, I have a feeling your talents might come in handy later,\" the Riolu said with barely contained contempt, dismissing the Clefairy, as he looked at the eager Buneary prince who was busy glancing around the torture chamber. \nHe stepped over to a giant wheel and looked at it with his head askew, \"This...\" He said, voice trailing off from fascination, \"I want to see her tortured on this.\"\nVictor turned to face the guards who were guiding the sobbing Popplio girl over.\n\"Strip her naked first,\" the boy commanded, and the torturers looked for the baron's approval and began taking her white dress off, much to her chagrin. \nVictor smiled wickedly as the white facial fur of the girl blushed beat red from being exposed to all the men. Her body was slim, with small, perky breasts and a virginal slit.\nThe other men and even the baron felt a stirring in their loins from the sight of the shivering girl, but Cypher noted that Victor's eyes were focused on her face and her expression of humiliation. \n\"Strap her in,\" the boy commanded, and the men fastened her with manacles that were positioned on the wheel in such a fashion that her back was swayed and her legs were pulled backwards at the hips and knees. Unpleasant, but not yet painful. \n\"How does this even work?\" Victor asked curiously.\n\"Usually, we put weight on the prisoner's nipples or... genitals,\" the Arcanine torturer explained, \"when we rotate the wheel, the weights will shift. A most effective torture,\" he concluded with a grim smile, not so adverse to the actions happening as was his baron. \n\"Put weights on her breasts then,\" Victor said, blushing with excitement from the cruel act he was about to witness.\n\"How heavy, young lord?\" The Arcanine asked, causing Cypher's expression to darken further and Victor's strutting posture to become even more insufferable.\n\"The heaviest you have!\" Victor said in an excited tone, like a child getting a puppy.\n\nBehind the wheel was an assortment of drawers and shelves that held various torture implements, and the guard rummaged around for a couple of clamps with O's at the end for fastening the chains he brought out and two steel balls. He put it all together and let the steel balls click and clack together in a menacing fashion as he returned to the shackled girl. \nVictor stepped closer and noted that the clamps were made of wicked crocodile teeth.\n\"How heavy are those weights?\" he asked breathlessly.\n\"Two pounds each,\" The torturer said grimly.\nHandling one of the clamps to the Lucario, the Arcanine stepped closer and clacked the teeth of the clamp in front of the terrified Popplio's face, before he brought it down and attached it to her left nipple.\nMadison's screams filled the room as the cruel teeth bit into her tiny and sensitive nipple and then she screamed harder still as the Arcanine let the weight drop, the seven inch chain dangling in the air before it was pulled taut and the steel ball bounced several times. The Popplio screamed and shuddered, causing the steel ball to sway from side to side, intensifying her pain, then she squealed out as the other clamp was attached to her right nipple by the Lucario. \nWaiting for a few seconds, the torturer let the other steel ball drop and the girl shrieked in pain from the twin weights dragging at her small nipples. \n\"Make her spin,\" Victor said, turning his index finger around in the air.\nThe Arcanine stepped over to a lever and pulled it down a notch. The contraption's gears were propelled by a hidden water source that would drive the machine, and a trickle of water became audible slushing as it poured through the piping.\nCreaking, the wheel began to turn, hoisting the girl upwards slowly. Her head rose above the torturers and the two chains rested on her abdomen, just above her slit, giving her some respite from the torture. \n\"Pull the chains to the side,\" Victor commanded, and the two torturers stepped to either side of the slowly moving wheel to grab at the steel balls, which dangled down, pulling at the young girl's nipples with their weight and causing her to scream out in pain. As she travelled further over the top, the balls swayed and shifted constantly, and her face was dripping with tears from the excruciating torture. \nAs she crested the height and slowly came down with her head first, the chains rattled as they pulled against the side of the wooden wheel, eventually breaking free and swaying together with a clank, just below her head. The sudden motion pulling her nipples up while she was facing down was as confusing as it was painful. Her mop of black hair hung down and revealed her scrounged up and crying eyes, with teardrops falling down to drip against the cruel weights that swayed underneath. \nThe wheel turned and she came to the underside, where the weights clanged against the stone floor and then dragged noisily along it. Despite not pulling with gravity, the new kind of sensation from the friction of the weights caused new cries to arise from the girl's tender throat. \nVictor was gasping with delight at every motion of the weights, keenly seeing the droplets of blood beginning to come from the girl's nipples, and his roiling stomach heaved every time she screamed out. This was his doing. He had never felt so powerful. \nAs the girl came to the front of the wheel, the weights lifted off the floor and swayed again, renewing the varied torture. \nThe Buneary prince was engrossed and watched the wheel turn slowly around three more times before he finally had enough, and wanted to try something else. He bid the guards to stop the wheel and went over to the many drawers and shelves, looking for something amusing. In one of the drawers, he found a sealed clay pot. Curious, he opened it, and saw that it was full of an oily, red substance.\n\"Ohh, that's a good one, My Lord,\" the Arcanine said, \"it's chili oil. Good for rubbing into prisoner's orifices. Ass. Pussy..\"\n\"Nose. Ears...\" The Lucario chimed in.\nWide-eyed, like a kid and Christmas, Victor took the pot out of the drawer. \n\"You are gonna need those gloves,\" the Arcanine said, pointing to some oil-glistening gloves in the drawer, and Victor put them on, despite them being several sizes too large.\n\n\"Take off the clamps,\" the prince instructed, and he reached into the oily substance with his glowed paw, making sure to coat his fingers completely. Madison squealed in a mixture of pain and relief as the crocodile clamps were removed and she stared at Victor through her long black hair that hung in front of her eyes.\n\"Please, My Lord, no more. I beg you..\" her voice was croaking from all the torture and the sadistic boy stepped in with chili oil dripping from his paws, disregarding her plea.\nFor a moment, the cool sensation of the oil comforted the girl, who had tensed up before it was applied. Her juvenile breasts and tiny nipples were utterly coated in the red substance before she began to feel a warmth from them. \n\"Wha...\" her voice trailed off as the warmth became hot and then hotter.\nSuddenly she screamed so loudly that all the men except for Victor took a step back. Her screamed croaked over in a heaving sob from the sudden and burning pain in her injured nipples and stretched breast-skin which intensified by the second.\n\"Put the clamps on again,\" Victor said with bated breath, and his stomach lurched when he saw how the crocodile clamps bit into the chili oil and pushed it into the tiny bite marks already on her nipples, further intensifying her agony. \nFeeling powerful and mighty in a way he had never felt in his life before, Victor stepped around the wheel to operate the lever that would make it turn again. The shuddering, croaking screams of the girl as the weights began their arduous torture again was like a serenade to his ears. Hi smiled grimly and walked around the contraption as she was spun slowly around again and again, until she finally lost consciousness from the trauma of it all.\n\nWith an almost gleeful expression, Victor turned to the baron and hissed like a devil.\n\"One more, baron. I want to see one more torture and then I will write the letter like you want me to.\"\nAny stirrings of lust from seeing a naked girl had vanished from Cypher's mind and he numbly nodded his head at the request, his mind rattled by the boy's cruelty.\n\nWith the guards leading the way, torches in paws, their journey through the cells revealed several large and barred rooms containing the sailors that had worked on the prince's ship. Strong and hardy, they did not interest him, so the baron led him to the cells that contained his own citizens. Murderers, rapists, burglars. Dirty and filthy-looking looking Pokemon filled the cells, yet none of them caught the eye of the prince. \nCypher was beginning to huff in consternation and was considering putting the prince himself on the rack, when they made it to the last cell, which held an assortment of women and girls. The flickering lights from the guard's torches revealed voluptuous whores, skinny pickpockets and a crack-toothed Sandslash crone who had murdered her husband while drunk.\n\nVictor had been excited to pick a fresh victim, but all the prisoners he saw carried no interest. Even the more frail women of the last cell could not catch his eye, until he noticed a young girl almost hiding in the corner. She was a Buneary like himself, and was dressed in a shabby brown garment that went from head to toe, all modest-like. Her eyes shied away from the torch-lights and she was pressing herself against the wall to make her self look even smaller.\nBut the most striking part was her luscious red hair, made into two ponytails. She was almost the spitting image of his twin sister. Being reminded of her made the prince grimace. Claudia never ceased to rub it in his face that he was the last in succession, and she was given much more alone-time with their mother. \nTruth to be told, he loathed her.\n \n\"That one,\" the Buneary prince said confidently, voice shaking just a little from the torrent of emotions that came bubbling up from his stomach, \"the Buneary girl in the corner with the red hair. She's the one I want.\"\nThe baron snapped his fingers and the guards wasted no time in barging in and escorting the young Buneary girl towards the torture chamber. \nVictor stood there with his paws clasped behind his back, feeling like a powerful king, and took a throughough look at all the torture implements, before deciding on a stockade that would fit both her legs and arms.\n\"What crime did you commit, girl?\" Cypher asked, hoping for something heinous.\n\"Vagrancy, my lord,\" the girl sobbed, causing him to flinch and damn the boy for picking her to be tortured. This was exactly the kind of situation that would be avoided if his barony was better off. \n\"What's you name?\" Victor asked, not at all reluctant despite the low level of her crime. \n\"Diana, please m'lord, have mercy, I beg you!\" she cried out, shivering from the cold of the dungeon and from her fear and humiliation.\n\"Lock her in the stockade,\" Victor simply commanded the two torturers, and they complied with brutal efficiency, bending the Buneary girl at the hips so that both wrists and ankles could be put through the holes of the contraption, leaving her to sit on the naked stone floor and shiver from the cold and the dread.\n\n\"Do you have feathers here?\" Victor asked, and the Lucario smirked and stepped over to one of the drawers to produce a couple of bird feathers. \n\"Tickle her feet,\" the prince commanded, and each of the torturers went nearer to the stockaded, petite girl. \nHer shivers from the cold turned to convulsions and cries of tearful laughter as they began to tickle the underside of her bunny feet with the feathers. The wooden contraption groaned as she struggled against it with all her might, small abdomen contracting from the tickling. \nHer laughter soon turned to sobs that wracked her body, as the tickling continued. The Arcanine and the Lucario smiled cruelly as the torture in the act showed itself, unrelentingly letting the feathers dance and brush over her soles, between her toes. Sometimes brushing lightly, or just prickling the skin, other times almost grinding the feathers against the sensitive footpaws. As they each had their own rhythm, the girl was forced to writhe from side to side in unpredictable patterns. Her breath was stolen from her lungs as it continued and eventually she grew dazed from it all.\nSensing her numbness to this torture, Victor ordered a much more cruel act to begin. The girl's violet eyes snapped open when he said, \"Bring some hot coals.\"\n\nThe Arcanine and the Lucario brought over a brazier of hot coals and grunted as they put it down. They each took a set of prongs that hung on a rack on its side and grabbed a smouldering piece of coal each. \nVictor stepped in front of the girl who looked so much like his hated twin sister and sneered at her, feeling mighty and powerful, vindicating himself by torturing this look-alike.\n\"Put the coals to her feet,\" he ordered, stepping back with a cruel smile. \nThe torturers got near and the Arcanine was the first, putting a hot coal against the centre of the girl's left footpaw. Victor shivered from her horrified screams as her skin there sizzled.\nThen, the Lucario stepped in, aiming for her right footpaw, but he cruelly let it dance on her pawpads, singing the fur there, but not burning the flesh too much.\n\"Eeeny, Meeny, Miny, Mo,\" the torturer muttered, and Victor gasped out in delight from the new cries of torment that came from the girl's throat. \nOn it went, the cries and screams of the petite Buneary girl filled the room as both her feet were scorched black from heel to toe in a long torture session. \nThe prince felt something welling up inside him, cresting higher and higher, the thrill building in his stomach. His blood roared in tandem to her screams and he blushed profusely from the cruel acts he had ordered. \nDiana racked her body painfully in the stockade, her back hurting from being bent forward, her feet tortured relentlessly. Her wrists and ankles scraped against the wooden contraption to the point where they bruised and began to bleed a little, but nothing let her escape the burning of her soles, and the cooked smell of herself made her wretch and scream louder still until her voice broke. \n\nEnjoying himself greatly, Victor took a long rod of iron and put it into the coals until it was red hot. He stepped over to the girl and ripped her dress off in a savage manner. His cub strength meant that it took a while, and he leaned his head in to enjoy the garbled screams coming from the tortured Buneary. \nEventually, he managed to rip off enough so that her shoulder and back was exposed, and he went to fetch the glowing iron rod. The two guards ceased their torture, eagerly watching for what the prince would do, and smiled wickedly as he put the rod down on her shoulder.\nDiana had gasped in relief as the relentless torture on her feet had stopped, but then she screamed out in renewed pain as the back of her shoulder was burned with a sizzle like a sausage on a grill. \nVictor leaned in to savour the smell of the burnt flesh, the momentum raising from his stomach cresting, and he pulled it off to set it down again, burning a scarred V into the brown fur of his victim. He held it there for several seconds, enjoying the girl's convulsions of pain and her screams, before he stepped back in a daze, almost feeling tired, his whole body buzzing from it all. \n\nHe turned on his feet to face the baron, who looked on with un-hidden horror at the cruelty the prince had inflicted. Victor did not care at all, his mind felt satiated. He had found his new calling thanks to the Riolu pokemorph and was finally willing to give him what he wanted.\n\"Let me write that letter,\" Victor said, his voice slurred a little as if he was drunk, throwing the cooling iron rod to the stone floor with a clang, \"I am done with all this. For now.\"\nThe baron could only nod, slightly terrified at the young boy, and let him out of the torture room, the Arcanine and the Lucario remaining behind. \nScreams were heard as the Buneary and the Riolu exited the prison, causing them to shiver, but for different reasons.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Torturous Extortion

The guards took the prisoner to the dungeon. In the usual fashion they stripped her naked, humiliating her, breaking her morale. Then they flayed her with the cat-o-nine-tails until she screamed for mercy.
But there was none to be had, as the guards put salt on her wounds and let her suffer for hou-

Victor was snapped out of his reading by insistent knocking on his cabin door. The gentle lull of the sea was felt through the floor and he suddenly noticed shouts and curses coming from above deck.
"What are those commoners up to now?" The young prince thought to himself, rubbing his eyes, closing the violet orbs for a second. His face was flushed and his stomach tingled in that good and bad way it always did when he read accounts of dungeons, prisoners and, especially, the tortures they received.
The Buneary prince got to his feet in a huff and went to unlock the door to his cabin, only for a young girl, Madison, to barge in and shut the door behind her in a rush, locking it.
"What is the meaning of this," the twelve-year old prince demanded in an authoritative tone.
"Sorry, young master," the Popplio pokemorph gasped out, her voice quaking with fright, "pirates have boarded the ship!"
Victor was taken aback and tuned his ears to the action above deck, noting the telltale clashes of steel against steel.
The Buneary was travelling with a small honour guard of six soldiers, and had no expectation the lowly sailors would put up a fight against the vicious pirates that harried these waters. He cursed his mother, Queen Elena, for disregarding her son like that while on a diplomatic mission, but quickly took on a stoic expression. Wouldn't do to seem afraid in the presence of a commoner like Madison, who was his cabin girl.
Her dolphin-like tail was whipping about in fright and he stared through her mop of black hair that covered her eyes with an intense gaze, she was two years his senior, but was fearful like a little child.
"Do not fret. The pirates will likely take me as a hostage. I will make sure to make them spare you," he said with the haughty confidence of a twelve-year-old prince.
Madison nodded demurely and stood away from the door, wrapping her arms around herself as if to protect against the pirates.
The door suddenly boomed, as someone knocked loud and hard on it, and the prince stepped over to unlock it and opened it just as another round of knocking was about to begin.
"I am Prince Victor and this woman is under my protection," he said to a surprised-looking Charmeleon who was clad in tattered clothes and carried a bloodied sabre.
"Greetings, Prince Victor," a pleasant voice said from the hallway, and a strangely dressed Primeape came into view, pushing the pirate's sabre down with two fingers, "it would be a pleasure if you surrender willingly."
The boy took stock of the wide-brimmed hat and the myriad of colours the pirate captain was dressed in, making him look like a strutting peacock. But the Primeape's pleasant tone hid the flint in his eyes, and Victor knew he was a dangerous man.
"I will go willingly. Do not harm the girl," he said with haughty confidence, inwardly cursing at his tone, which caused the pirate with the sabre to sneer.
The captain, however, laughed good naturedly and clapped his paws together, "Marvellous, just marvellous," he said, as a couple of pirates entered with black, cotton hoods in their paws.

The cabin girl whined as they put hoods over their heads, but Victor remained stoic, deducing that he was the main target of the boarding action of the pirates.
After a couple of days at sea, they were docked at what sounded like a bustling port, and quickly put into a carriage that set them on a journey of several, rattling hours. Victor almost felt sick from the change in locomotion, but he endured, though he could constantly hear the shallow breaths of the Popplio commoner besides him.
They were finally let outside, and he enjoyed the short feeling of the sun on his covered head, before they were led inside and down. The dungeon was damp and cold and when his hood was pulled off it revealed a drab cell of hefty stone blocks, a couple of straw-filled cots and a chamber pot.
Victor blinked against the seemingly harsh lights cast from the torches that were on the other side of the bars, and then noted that the cabin girl had been shackled, but he had not. Seeing her in bondage made something awaken inside him, stomach tickling just a little, but he brushed it aside and took comfort in the fact that he was given preferential treatment and not shackled like some commoner.

After getting his castle in order, Cypher began the long trek down the stairs to his dungeon. He was giddy with anticipation. This was his chance to prove himself and to improve the standing of his house, whose wealth his father had squandered.
When he arrived at the cell, he took note of the size of the Buneary prince, almost as tall as himself. He cursed silently at his lack of evolution, his Riolu looks often making him be misjudged as a servant or even a child. He stood still in front of the room-high bars and called out for the prince, and the boy stepped over with a solemn expression.
 
Victor spent the few seconds going over to the bars thinking deeply about his capturer.
Part of his tutoring was the knowledge of royal families at home and abroad, and the Riolu had an aristocratic air about him. Victor knew who he was then. A minor and impoverished baron from a neighbouring country. This abduction was tantamount to a declaration of war, so the young prince knew that he was acting out of desperation.

"I need your help," the Riolu began.
"You need money." Victor simply stated.
Cypher was surprised at the accurate deduction and then went straight into it, knowing there was no need to play games with the well-educated prince.
"Yes. The finances of my house is in shambles. Now, you are the least-favoured prince.." the Riolu said, letting the statement trail off into a question, to which the Buneary blushed and gritted his teeth.
Cypher grinned smugly at getting under the boy's skin, "..so I don't think I could ransom you. However, I have another idea. Petition your mother, The Queen, about an investment into my estate. It is not even a bad deal, there's prime farmland with black soil that lies un-tilled due to the financial situation of my house."  

Victor blushed from the accurate jab at his station in the family. Clara his eldest sister and Claudia his twin were both first in line for succession. His mother did not waste much time on him, leaving him to be brought up by tutors and chambermaids.
"No." the Buneary said with finality, his anger turning him unwilling to assist the Riolu.
"I feared as much," the baron said, slumping his shoulders, before he steeled his gaze and looked directly at the Popplio girl, "I will show you what will happen if you do not coorporate. I was told you said this girl was under your protection. Anything that happens to her is on you. Guards!"

Several guards entered the cell and brought the struggling captives with them, the girl crying and begging and Victor resisting for a second before his arm was twisted painfully, and the guard walked behind him with his arm like that. They made their way to a torture chamber filled with smoldering braziers, racks, stockades and other implements of the cruel craft. Despite the situation, Victor felt that tingling in his stomach again. He had never been allowed to witness the torture of criminals and traitors, but had sometimes sneaked down to the empty cells of their castle to check it out.
A Lucario and an Arcanine guard put the cabin girl into a rack, which was a horizontal torture instrument. A big wheel, not unlike that which controlled a ship, with long spokes to grip onto, controlled a series of ropes that would stretch the manacles on the victim's ankles and wrists further and further apart.
With his heart hammering and his breath shallow, Victor watched with sick fascination as the guards began to turn the wheel, the whole machinery creaking and groaning as the manacles stretched further and further apart.
As the manacles holding the fourteen-old-girl began to bite and then pull, she began to wail and cry for mercy.

Cypher was sickened to his stomach. He just wanted to better his family's fortunes, not spend his time in dungeons torturing children, he looked at the Buneary, hoping for a reaction, but was dismayed when he noticed the intense stare the boy directed at the scene.

Victor stood still, the torture making him completely forget his arm being held behind his back. The tingling in his stomach had turned to a storm of butterflies and he watched with keen interest as the guards turned the wheel for another half-revolution. The Popplio's blue-skinned muscles were stretched further and the boy swore he could hear her sinews crackle from the intense stretch.
Despite himself, he tried to move forward, and the guard who held him was so wrapped up at the sight that he simply let the boy go.
The Buneary took in the sight of the girl's cries that became higher and higher as another half-revolution was turned on the wheel. The poor Popplio was sweating and writhing the best she could under the duress, but nothing would stop the cruel torture and she shrieked as he muscles burned, her tendons were close to bursting and her shoulder joints felt like they would pop out at any moment.

"You can stop this whenever you want," Cypher called out to the boy, who barely heard him over the girl's cries of pain and the throbbing of blood in his brain and stomach from the sight.
Another quarter was turned on the wheel and girl struggled to breathe now. Her smooth fur glistened with sweat as she trembled from the torture, and he cries were getting muted from the lack of air. Victor watched in sick fascination as he noted that her shoulders were stretched to the point where it seemed they would pop at any moment.
The torturers turned the wheel another quarter revolution and the Popplio's right shoulder dislocated with a sickening sound that made Victor startle and snap out of his fascination. The girl barely had breath to cry, and what came out from her mouth was quiet whimpers that came out in short bursts, as she barely had the ability to breathe any more. Hearing this, he turned to the baron.
"Please. I give up. Mercy. Stop this now," Victor said hurriedly, breathing rapidly, face blushed from both excitement and a fair bit of shame from his emotions.

Cypher snapped his fingers and the torturers hurried to loosen the rack, swiftly turning the wheel until the girl could breathe freely and cry out in earnest from the pain coming from her dislocated shoulder.
"Call for the surgeon," the Riolu pokemorph said in an authoritative voice, before he turned to Victor, who was still blushing and trembling with excitement and shame combined.
"Now, young man, let us go to my study so you can write a letter to your mother about that investment," Cypher said.

Victor stood still for a moment, a torrent of emotions dragging his mind around like a tornado. He loathed to admit it, but the torture had excited him. If only it hadn't been someone he had promised to protect..
He pondered his thoughts for a moment, and then that sickening lurch of his stomach rose up again, darkening his thoughts.
"No. Wait..." Victor trailed off and the baron stared curiously at the young boy.
"I'll do it. However, I want to see her tortured again, once she's healed," the Buneary prince said in almost a whisper, before he looked up, his face twisted in a cruel grimace, "allow me that, and I will write a letter containing anything you want."

Cypher was unpleasantly surprised by this turn of events, hoping the torture of the Popplio would have broken the boy. Instead, it seemed to have awoken something cruel and evil inside him.
"Fine," the baron said with sigh, willing to do almost anything to improve the dreadful state of his domain, "I will grant you your request."

The Popplio girl, meanwhile, was looking at the boy with terror and outrage at his betrayal.
"My Lord, you promised..." she cried out, the pain from her shoulder causing her to scrounge up her eyes.
"I am your liege. I can do whatever I want with you," Victor responded, the cruelty dripping from his voice causing the baron to almost shudder with revulsion.
What kind of fiend is this? Cypher asked himself, as the Clefairy surgeon made his way into the room.
The surgeon was dressed in a practical white cloak that was stained with old blood and he quickly made it over to the shackled girl.
"You must get her out of the rack before I can heal her shoulder," he said in a cultured and bored voice. The guards complied and a light of magic shone as he grabbed the crying girl's arm and popped it into place, holding a paw over her shoulder to mend the damaged tendons inside.
"There. Almost as good as new," he said, before stepping back and looking at the baron, "do you require my services further?"
"Not for now, I think, but stay close, I have a feeling your talents might come in handy later," the Riolu said with barely contained contempt, dismissing the Clefairy, as he looked at the eager Buneary prince who was busy glancing around the torture chamber.
He stepped over to a giant wheel and looked at it with his head askew, "This..." He said, voice trailing off from fascination, "I want to see her tortured on this."
Victor turned to face the guards who were guiding the sobbing Popplio girl over.
"Strip her naked first," the boy commanded, and the torturers looked for the baron's approval and began taking her white dress off, much to her chagrin.
Victor smiled wickedly as the white facial fur of the girl blushed beat red from being exposed to all the men. Her body was slim, with small, perky breasts and a virginal slit.
The other men and even the baron felt a stirring in their loins from the sight of the shivering girl, but Cypher noted that Victor's eyes were focused on her face and her expression of humiliation.
"Strap her in," the boy commanded, and the men fastened her with manacles that were positioned on the wheel in such a fashion that her back was swayed and her legs were pulled backwards at the hips and knees. Unpleasant, but not yet painful.
"How does this even work?" Victor asked curiously.
"Usually, we put weight on the prisoner's nipples or... genitals," the Arcanine torturer explained, "when we rotate the wheel, the weights will shift. A most effective torture," he concluded with a grim smile, not so adverse to the actions happening as was his baron.
"Put weights on her breasts then," Victor said, blushing with excitement from the cruel act he was about to witness.
"How heavy, young lord?" The Arcanine asked, causing Cypher's expression to darken further and Victor's strutting posture to become even more insufferable.
"The heaviest you have!" Victor said in an excited tone, like a child getting a puppy.

Behind the wheel was an assortment of drawers and shelves that held various torture implements, and the guard rummaged around for a couple of clamps with O's at the end for fastening the chains he brought out and two steel balls. He put it all together and let the steel balls click and clack together in a menacing fashion as he returned to the shackled girl.
Victor stepped closer and noted that the clamps were made of wicked crocodile teeth.
"How heavy are those weights?" he asked breathlessly.
"Two pounds each," The torturer said grimly.
Handling one of the clamps to the Lucario, the Arcanine stepped closer and clacked the teeth of the clamp in front of the terrified Popplio's face, before he brought it down and attached it to her left nipple.
Madison's screams filled the room as the cruel teeth bit into her tiny and sensitive nipple and then she screamed harder still as the Arcanine let the weight drop, the seven inch chain dangling in the air before it was pulled taut and the steel ball bounced several times. The Popplio screamed and shuddered, causing the steel ball to sway from side to side, intensifying her pain, then she squealed out as the other clamp was attached to her right nipple by the Lucario.
Waiting for a few seconds, the torturer let the other steel ball drop and the girl shrieked in pain from the twin weights dragging at her small nipples.
"Make her spin," Victor said, turning his index finger around in the air.
The Arcanine stepped over to a lever and pulled it down a notch. The contraption's gears were propelled by a hidden water source that would drive the machine, and a trickle of water became audible slushing as it poured through the piping.
Creaking, the wheel began to turn, hoisting the girl upwards slowly. Her head rose above the torturers and the two chains rested on her abdomen, just above her slit, giving her some respite from the torture.
"Pull the chains to the side," Victor commanded, and the two torturers stepped to either side of the slowly moving wheel to grab at the steel balls, which dangled down, pulling at the young girl's nipples with their weight and causing her to scream out in pain. As she travelled further over the top, the balls swayed and shifted constantly, and her face was dripping with tears from the excruciating torture.
As she crested the height and slowly came down with her head first, the chains rattled as they pulled against the side of the wooden wheel, eventually breaking free and swaying together with a clank, just below her head. The sudden motion pulling her nipples up while she was facing down was as confusing as it was painful. Her mop of black hair hung down and revealed her scrounged up and crying eyes, with teardrops falling down to drip against the cruel weights that swayed underneath.
The wheel turned and she came to the underside, where the weights clanged against the stone floor and then dragged noisily along it. Despite not pulling with gravity, the new kind of sensation from the friction of the weights caused new cries to arise from the girl's tender throat.
Victor was gasping with delight at every motion of the weights, keenly seeing the droplets of blood beginning to come from the girl's nipples, and his roiling stomach heaved every time she screamed out. This was his doing. He had never felt so powerful.
As the girl came to the front of the wheel, the weights lifted off the floor and swayed again, renewing the varied torture.
The Buneary prince was engrossed and watched the wheel turn slowly around three more times before he finally had enough, and wanted to try something else. He bid the guards to stop the wheel and went over to the many drawers and shelves, looking for something amusing. In one of the drawers, he found a sealed clay pot. Curious, he opened it, and saw that it was full of an oily, red substance.
"Ohh, that's a good one, My Lord," the Arcanine said, "it's chili oil. Good for rubbing into prisoner's orifices. Ass. Pussy.."
"Nose. Ears..." The Lucario chimed in.
Wide-eyed, like a kid and Christmas, Victor took the pot out of the drawer.
"You are gonna need those gloves," the Arcanine said, pointing to some oil-glistening gloves in the drawer, and Victor put them on, despite them being several sizes too large.

"Take off the clamps," the prince instructed, and he reached into the oily substance with his glowed paw, making sure to coat his fingers completely. Madison squealed in a mixture of pain and relief as the crocodile clamps were removed and she stared at Victor through her long black hair that hung in front of her eyes.
"Please, My Lord, no more. I beg you.." her voice was croaking from all the torture and the sadistic boy stepped in with chili oil dripping from his paws, disregarding her plea.
For a moment, the cool sensation of the oil comforted the girl, who had tensed up before it was applied. Her juvenile breasts and tiny nipples were utterly coated in the red substance before she began to feel a warmth from them.
"Wha..." her voice trailed off as the warmth became hot and then hotter.
Suddenly she screamed so loudly that all the men except for Victor took a step back. Her screamed croaked over in a heaving sob from the sudden and burning pain in her injured nipples and stretched breast-skin which intensified by the second.
"Put the clamps on again," Victor said with bated breath, and his stomach lurched when he saw how the crocodile clamps bit into the chili oil and pushed it into the tiny bite marks already on her nipples, further intensifying her agony.
Feeling powerful and mighty in a way he had never felt in his life before, Victor stepped around the wheel to operate the lever that would make it turn again. The shuddering, croaking screams of the girl as the weights began their arduous torture again was like a serenade to his ears. Hi smiled grimly and walked around the contraption as she was spun slowly around again and again, until she finally lost consciousness from the trauma of it all.

With an almost gleeful expression, Victor turned to the baron and hissed like a devil.
"One more, baron. I want to see one more torture and then I will write the letter like you want me to."
Any stirrings of lust from seeing a naked girl had vanished from Cypher's mind and he numbly nodded his head at the request, his mind rattled by the boy's cruelty.

With the guards leading the way, torches in paws, their journey through the cells revealed several large and barred rooms containing the sailors that had worked on the prince's ship. Strong and hardy, they did not interest him, so the baron led him to the cells that contained his own citizens. Murderers, rapists, burglars. Dirty and filthy-looking looking Pokemon filled the cells, yet none of them caught the eye of the prince.
Cypher was beginning to huff in consternation and was considering putting the prince himself on the rack, when they made it to the last cell, which held an assortment of women and girls. The flickering lights from the guard's torches revealed voluptuous whores, skinny pickpockets and a crack-toothed Sandslash crone who had murdered her husband while drunk.

Victor had been excited to pick a fresh victim, but all the prisoners he saw carried no interest. Even the more frail women of the last cell could not catch his eye, until he noticed a young girl almost hiding in the corner. She was a Buneary like himself, and was dressed in a shabby brown garment that went from head to toe, all modest-like. Her eyes shied away from the torch-lights and she was pressing herself against the wall to make her self look even smaller.
But the most striking part was her luscious red hair, made into two ponytails. She was almost the spitting image of his twin sister. Being reminded of her made the prince grimace. Claudia never ceased to rub it in his face that he was the last in succession, and she was given much more alone-time with their mother.
Truth to be told, he loathed her.
 
"That one," the Buneary prince said confidently, voice shaking just a little from the torrent of emotions that came bubbling up from his stomach, "the Buneary girl in the corner with the red hair. She's the one I want."
The baron snapped his fingers and the guards wasted no time in barging in and escorting the young Buneary girl towards the torture chamber.
Victor stood there with his paws clasped behind his back, feeling like a powerful king, and took a throughough look at all the torture implements, before deciding on a stockade that would fit both her legs and arms.
"What crime did you commit, girl?" Cypher asked, hoping for something heinous.
"Vagrancy, my lord," the girl sobbed, causing him to flinch and damn the boy for picking her to be tortured. This was exactly the kind of situation that would be avoided if his barony was better off.
"What's you name?" Victor asked, not at all reluctant despite the low level of her crime.
"Diana, please m'lord, have mercy, I beg you!" she cried out, shivering from the cold of the dungeon and from her fear and humiliation.
"Lock her in the stockade," Victor simply commanded the two torturers, and they complied with brutal efficiency, bending the Buneary girl at the hips so that both wrists and ankles could be put through the holes of the contraption, leaving her to sit on the naked stone floor and shiver from the cold and the dread.

"Do you have feathers here?" Victor asked, and the Lucario smirked and stepped over to one of the drawers to produce a couple of bird feathers.
"Tickle her feet," the prince commanded, and each of the torturers went nearer to the stockaded, petite girl.
Her shivers from the cold turned to convulsions and cries of tearful laughter as they began to tickle the underside of her bunny feet with the feathers. The wooden contraption groaned as she struggled against it with all her might, small abdomen contracting from the tickling.
Her laughter soon turned to sobs that wracked her body, as the tickling continued. The Arcanine and the Lucario smiled cruelly as the torture in the act showed itself, unrelentingly letting the feathers dance and brush over her soles, between her toes. Sometimes brushing lightly, or just prickling the skin, other times almost grinding the feathers against the sensitive footpaws. As they each had their own rhythm, the girl was forced to writhe from side to side in unpredictable patterns. Her breath was stolen from her lungs as it continued and eventually she grew dazed from it all.
Sensing her numbness to this torture, Victor ordered a much more cruel act to begin. The girl's violet eyes snapped open when he said, "Bring some hot coals."

The Arcanine and the Lucario brought over a brazier of hot coals and grunted as they put it down. They each took a set of prongs that hung on a rack on its side and grabbed a smouldering piece of coal each.
Victor stepped in front of the girl who looked so much like his hated twin sister and sneered at her, feeling mighty and powerful, vindicating himself by torturing this look-alike.
"Put the coals to her feet," he ordered, stepping back with a cruel smile.
The torturers got near and the Arcanine was the first, putting a hot coal against the centre of the girl's left footpaw. Victor shivered from her horrified screams as her skin there sizzled.
Then, the Lucario stepped in, aiming for her right footpaw, but he cruelly let it dance on her pawpads, singing the fur there, but not burning the flesh too much.
"Eeeny, Meeny, Miny, Mo," the torturer muttered, and Victor gasped out in delight from the new cries of torment that came from the girl's throat.
On it went, the cries and screams of the petite Buneary girl filled the room as both her feet were scorched black from heel to toe in a long torture session.
The prince felt something welling up inside him, cresting higher and higher, the thrill building in his stomach. His blood roared in tandem to her screams and he blushed profusely from the cruel acts he had ordered.
Diana racked her body painfully in the stockade, her back hurting from being bent forward, her feet tortured relentlessly. Her wrists and ankles scraped against the wooden contraption to the point where they bruised and began to bleed a little, but nothing let her escape the burning of her soles, and the cooked smell of herself made her wretch and scream louder still until her voice broke.

Enjoying himself greatly, Victor took a long rod of iron and put it into the coals until it was red hot. He stepped over to the girl and ripped her dress off in a savage manner. His cub strength meant that it took a while, and he leaned his head in to enjoy the garbled screams coming from the tortured Buneary.
Eventually, he managed to rip off enough so that her shoulder and back was exposed, and he went to fetch the glowing iron rod. The two guards ceased their torture, eagerly watching for what the prince would do, and smiled wickedly as he put the rod down on her shoulder.
Diana had gasped in relief as the relentless torture on her feet had stopped, but then she screamed out in renewed pain as the back of her shoulder was burned with a sizzle like a sausage on a grill.
Victor leaned in to savour the smell of the burnt flesh, the momentum raising from his stomach cresting, and he pulled it off to set it down again, burning a scarred V into the brown fur of his victim. He held it there for several seconds, enjoying the girl's convulsions of pain and her screams, before he stepped back in a daze, almost feeling tired, his whole body buzzing from it all.

He turned on his feet to face the baron, who looked on with un-hidden horror at the cruelty the prince had inflicted. Victor did not care at all, his mind felt satiated. He had found his new calling thanks to the Riolu pokemorph and was finally willing to give him what he wanted.
"Let me write that letter," Victor said, his voice slurred a little as if he was drunk, throwing the cooling iron rod to the stone floor with a clang, "I am done with all this. For now."
The baron could only nod, slightly terrified at the young boy, and let him out of the torture room, the Arcanine and the Lucario remaining behind.
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