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Here's the latest in Fem Dom from Jasper McCutcheon for your reading pleasure. Have you checked out the other cool books and audio features available from Jasper at www.jardonnserotictales.com/jarbooks.htm?

In a mythical land and time of no relevance, a leader of revolt is brought to the dungeon of his queen's castle. She has him stretched on the back-breaker stretch rack, beaten with leather straps, but he has nothing to say, and so she tries methods more subtle. Devices and designs for attacking his masculinity with erotic torments. One manly man, stripped, chained and helpless, versus one evil queen and her entourage of drooling, dribbling vixens -- who will win this battle?

And here's and excerpt:

"You fool!" boomed the queen. "You are going to kill him. Look at his amazing strength. Don't you see that you'll never break him that way? Apparently where you come from the men are physical weaklings and break down easily. The subjects in my realm are strong of body, but weak in mind. You have failed me, Balstok. I am losing my patience with this. Release this man from his chains and stop this torture. I will deal with him myself."

The queen motioned for her servants to remove the limp body of Davidius from the slab after Balstok's men unchained him, while loud pops and snaps of vertebrae accompanied the release of Davidius from his unholy, back-breaking stretch rack.

"Fortunate for you this man did not die here today, Balstok. Then I would have had you tortured on that hideous device. I will pay you in full, and then you and your men can get out. Your slab stays here. It is your gift to me for your failure -- and your expression of gratitude to me for allowing you to leave this dungeon alive."

Davidius, still unconscious, was carried by the queen's guard from the slab to a wooden plank for transport, and they stood with him elevated between them awaiting further instructions. Naked upon his plank he laid with arms outstretched, his skin still glistening with sweat, his brain still peacefully absent. She gazed upon him. She relished his beauty, admired his strength, shuddered at the thought of herself undergoing and withstanding the punishments he had suffered. She secretly planned his distant future while verbally expressing his immediate.

"Take him to a cell and revive him. I want him well-fed and pampered. Attend to the wounds on his chest and massage his belly back to health. Bathe and moisturize his skin with salves. I want the marks on his body healed."

And so it was done. Two of the queen's guard transported Davidius up the stairs, while the other two stood watch for her transfer of coin from her purse to Balstok's hands.

"Now, get out!" and the two guards escorted Balstok and his three henchmen out of the dungeon, out of the castle, to the stables and onto their horses. The two rode with them all the way to the edge of their queen's lands, watching and waiting for them to disappear over the horizon.

That evening Davidius was given loving tenderness. Many of the female servants had witnessed his suffering and were grateful that they were gifted the duty of caring for him.

It seems that Queen Miscreantia was taking pity on Davidius, and her show of mercy to a prisoner so dangerous was indeed a rarity. He troubled her, but he also impressed her. A self-induced torture consumed her evening, for this queen found it very difficult to contain her excitement over what she had planned for the next day's activities.

* * * * * "Don't you wish you could join them?" asked the queen.

"You disgust me. Why don't you let her go? Haven't you punished her enough? She can't help it if she's stupid."

Pleased with herself, the queen teased her male prisoner. "I noticed your penis stirring a bit as you were watching her punishment." She placed her fingertips beneath the balls of Davidius, scratching him lightly. "Are you getting some satisfaction from this?"

"Don't concern yourself with my penis. It does what I tell it to do."

"Really!" the queen laughed. "That sounds like a challenge." She scanned up and down the man's powerful form, fixing her eyes on his cock, its beginning arousal causing a protruding-forward separation of penis from nuts. "You better tell it to calm down."

She turned to the men attacking the helpless Lyzelma. "I need four of you over here." The naked guards came to her and she pointed to her prisoner's cock. "Put a harness on that thing. I think it might get out of control."

One of the men took from the queen a leather ring one-half inch wide and worked it down to the base of Davidius's half-erect penis. Attached to the bottom of the ring were three serpentine chains, each seven inches long.

Davidius shuddered. "What the hell are you doing? Whatever you have in mind, it won't work."

She grinned, not bothering to hide her cruel lust for what she had in mind to do with him. "Davidius, I regret to inform you that I must return you to the slab. I've modified a few things that should make it a little more bearable for you. Of course, you could tell me where Glauken is and I might alter my plans."

"You are sick. You are more devious than I ever imagined. I will never tell you what you want to know."

"Good. I'm glad you are ready to fight me." She grabbed hold her prisoner's quickly-inflating phallus and gave a light squeeze. "Take him."