Leo looked at the red hot Iron. It was a flat peace of steel, 4 feet long, with an insulated leather and wood handle. He pulled it out of the glowing coals and turned to face the prisoner again.
Leo was 6’2’’, and he was wearing a dark blue robe closed at the waste with a wide belt bearing his family’s sigil, the roaring dragon, as a silver buckle. His right sleeve was spattered with her blood.
Blood was dripping down the prisoner’s body from the cuts on her arms and across her chest, flowing down her arms on to her body, over her luscious breasts, stopping for a moment at her naval, then some of it went straight down to wet her private organs while the rest flowed down her legs to slowly drip off her toes.
They had made shallow cuts, and the blood flow was very slow. He knew from experience it would stop in a short while. He pulled the pointing finger of his left hand through the blood below her naval and tasted it. The rich, intoxicating smell and flavor of her blood caused him an immediate erection. His hardening penis created a bump in his robe that neither the prisoner nor Helena failed to notice. He raised the Iron and laid the red hot end on the prisoner’s inner thigh.
The sound and smell were those of a bloody steak dropped on a skillet. The prisoner twitched, closed her eyes tight and grunted. He left the Iron there for 7 seconds, allowing it to weld to the seared flesh, then quickly ripped it off. The tiny sound that escaped her mouth could easily have been the beginning of a scream.
For the first time she opened her mouth, her voice coming out as a rasping whisper:
“you will pay for this”
Helena stepped over with the bucket of coals, and as Leo slipped the Iron back in she slipped her hand into his robe, grabbing his hardened shaft while smiling at the prisoner and asking “and who will make us pay, pray tell?”
She opened her eyes and gave Helena a defying look. “you will know shortly”.
Leo turned back towards her and quickly inserted 2 fingers into her bloody vagina. She gasped. He leaned towards her and asked
“How shortly?”
She shut her mouth tightly, already regretting the few words she had said.
Helena’s hand had never left his pulsing shaft, and she now began slowly massaging it. Leo pulled his fingers out of the prisoner and raised them toward Helena’s hungry mouth, then into it, allowing her to suck every drop of the womanhood and blood cocktail.
Without saying a word, they both stopped at the same instant, and as Leo pulled the Iron back out of the glowing coals Helena went to the table.
He repeated the process twice more, once on the inner thigh of her left leg, balancing the other burn, and once more less than an inch below her armpit. The last one rewarded him with a small scream as he ripped the Iron off the seared flesh again.
As he walked back towards the table with the Iron and the bucket, he stopped to kiss Helena, walking toward the prisoner with the 3 tailed studded whip dancing beautifully in her hand.
To be continued…