Finding Truth

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A group of Barbarians attacked my Kingdom once. They all fell at the touch of my Bastard Sword except for one female warrior.

She I took captive and chained her in my dungeon.

I had in mind to *** her for information, but when I dripped hot wax onto her exposed ripples the sounds she made were not sounds of *** and *** but rather sounds of ecstacy.

You wouldn't believe what happened next.

I thought if hot wax had that effect on her rippling abs, perhaps I should try it on other areas as well.

I slowly moved the candle over her and as I looked into her eyes, I allowed a single drop to fall with exact precision onto her left nipple.
The sudden intake of her breath and exhale in to a deep husky moan told me that the wax was exacting and effect on her that I had not anticipated.

I slowly moved the candle over her right nipple and repeated my experiment to a precision drop onto her right nipple.

Again she moaned even louder this time.

I allowed more of the wax to make rivilets down her heaving breast.
She looked at me and licked her lips as I allowed rivers of moulten candle lava to run slowly down both breast's.
I slowly moved the candle downward leaving drops of hot lava wax along the way.

I allowed a few drops around her shaved pussy.

She broke out into a cold sweat and her breathing became very rapid, I moved the candle over her thigh and let the hot wax drop onto her thighs. Each time the wax dropped onto her thighs ,her excitement grew greatly.
Moving very slowly towards her cl*t I allowed a few drops to fall onto it very slowly.

Her moans grew feverish and I could tell that she was about to climax so, I blew out the candle........ then

Then she started to whimper and she pleaded with me not to stop.
I told her if she gave me what I wanted, I would consider giving her what she wants.

She said she would never submit to my questions no matter what kind of *** I used on her.

I laughed, I looked at her with a new realization in my mind.

I had always thought of *** as a means to deliver ***. What if,*** was far more than hurting someone. What if deprivation was indeed it's own form of ***?

I looked at her begging eyes and told her I would let her sleep on that thought.

I woke her up at first light. I had the guards bring me some larger candles and several buckets of ice from the frozen water troughs outside.

Today would be a new adventure and I intended to make it a memorable one.

When I entered her cell I could tell that having the guards keep her awake all night had taken it's toll.

I could tell by the dark bags under her eyes that she was feeling more than just the lack of sleep.

I sent the guards to get fresh buckets of ice and snow. The buckets I had them bring the day before had melted and only ice water remained.

I thought I would start the morning off but making sure she was fully awake. I lifted one of the large wooden pails full of ice water that still had remnants of ice floating in the water.

I saw a glimmer of *** leap into her eyes but that was followed by a spark of hopeful anticipation.

I held the bucket over her and slowly poured the water over her entire naked body. Her sharp intake of her breath was very exciting. I knew that she was not going to be able to resist this new type of *** forever.

As I lit a large candle she moaned uncontrollable.
I smiled. And then....

I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "are you ready to talk yet?" . She glared at me without speaking. I laughed and said " I was hoping not.".

I picked one of the buckets of fresh snow and emptied it on her crotch. Covering her lower stomach and thighs completely. This time she screamed and violently fought against the chains trying to free herself.

She tried to spread her thighs so he snow would be less packed onto her skin, but her actions were restricted by her chains and allowed very little room to move.

I watched as the snow melted and water started running down the inside of her thighs.

There were a few seconds when she was lost between the cold of the snow and the tickling sensation of the melting liquid running over her naked thighs.

I reached and took another pail that I had the guards prepare earlier. As I started to pour the water onto the snow she flinched expecting more cold shock.

She literally yelled, " oh yes, oh yes.".

Time to change things up. I poured more warm water all over her to warm her up.

Then I massaged her thighs to get her circulation going again and slowly worked my way up to her exposed cllt.
She screamed for me to stop but I kept massaging and looking into her eyes.

I knew the very second that she started losing control. I massaged a little faster and applied a little more pressure.

She started to squirm and struggled harder against her chains.

I kept massaging and watching until she got to the brink of of ecstacy. Then I stopped.

This time she called me a Bastard, but in a husky voice.

I ordered the guards to bring more candles and some bath oil. I also told them to move her from the metal table and chain her standing with her back against the metal bars of her cell.

I also told them privately to bring a bathtub and plenty of hot water.

I lit several large candles and let the flames create reservoirs in the tops of the candles filled with hot wax.

I spoke to her in a kinder voice and told her that I was having food brought to her because she was going to need her energy. I also told her that I really hoped that she would resist a little more.

That way it give me more ideas of how to make her talk.

It was going to be a rough day and a night for her and there was no way to anticipate what was going through my mind. I was sure it would be a big surprise. A surprise that she would never forget.