"You have a question, your Highness" the royal advisor had seen the puzzle in the eyes of the well dressed noble young lady. His vast experience helped him to form his question in the most possible polite way.

"I....." the young lady paused for a second "I wonder why is this woman sucking so eagerly this wooden pole. It seem strange. And she is so naked."

"Your highness, with all due respect she is indeed naked. Sucking the wooden pole is part of the torment your mother The Queen invented for those people who broke the law or betray her personally." the 18 year old daughter of Queen Naomi was not as bright and sharp as her mother, so Malik knew he had to be very patient with the girl.

"But it seems like she is enjoying it?! It's so big, that I have the feeling she will break her own jaw... her mouth so deformed...." Amari, the daughter of The Queen got closer to the woman who was eating the wooden phallus. "Malik, this is disgusting. This phallus is covered in something that smells like shit"

"It really smells like shit, your Highness, because this wooden phallus was buried just an hour ago in the very bowels of her sister" Malik explained slowly.

"My Mother is so cruel...." Amari continued staring at the women before her. "But why it seems like she is enjoying this ordeal?"

"It is very natural, your Highness, that everybody in the Torture Chamber is so very afraid of your mother The Queen, that they break really easily just after a few days. And so they think that acting like that will reduce the punishment. At least a little."

"I see..." she didn't finished her thought but instead she stood silent observing the woman who was on her fours still sucking the disgusting wooden pole. After a two or three minutes, Amari finally asked her question. "Has The Queen done this for someone?"

"Done what, Miss?"

"Has The Queen reduced the punishment of somoene, ever?"

"Not that I am aware of, Your Highness"

"What will happen now to her, Malik?" the question was genuine.

"I don't know what are the punishments for every soul in this dungoen, Your Highness, but something tells me we will soon find out if we stay a little longer" Malik had heard some rattling noises in the corridor. He guessed correctly that the guards were carrying something new.

Seconds later three people entered in the room. Having recognized Malik and the daughter of Queen Naomi, they made a proper salute before they got to their work. Malik urged Amari to sit with him on a special table. Actually this separe was the only clean thing in the torture chamber. The Queen herself had asked for it, so she can watch some of the tortures from a comfortable position. Now it was Amari's turn to watch from her mother's lodge.

It turned out, that there is a lot to watch. The guards abruptly interrupted the woman sucking the wooden phallus. They put her down on her knees instead and forced her to suck their cocks in front of the royal guest.

"Do you think that she appreciates their cocks more, Malik? At least they are a lot cleaner"

"That's not very proper to ask, Your Highness. Your mother won't approve of such thoughts. You know that"

Amari remembered her Mother. Yes. Malik was right of course. Her mother The Queen won't approve of her speaking like that. But there was no need for her to know about her inproper qestion. After all she had barely become of age to get to that part of learning about the more dirty royal obligations.

The face fucking of the prisoner was not that long as Amari had imagined. What she found weird though, was that she found it somehow exciting. She could even feel some wetness growing between her legs. Amari went deeper and deeper into the spiral of thoughts, until suddenly something urged her to come back to reality. It was the whimpering of the tortured woman. Obviously the face fucking had finished a while ago. Cum was dripping from the woman's mouth down on her chin as the guards were holding her tits. The third man used a giant metal spike, obviously heated in the fire nearby, to make giant holes behind the nipples of the woman. Hissing sound filled the room as the metal pierced the soft tissue cautherizing it simultanously. Amari felt how her underwear started getting wet.

That took less then a minute, including the installation of two giant metal rings in the fresh hole in her tits. The rings were then attached to ropes from the ceiling and with skreeking sound the ropes were pulled. The tension in her breasts made the woman get up on her feet. Her arms were tied behind her back and a small benc was positioned between her legs. On the bench there was another phallic element, this one beeing considerably larger. The woman was told that she had to sit on it and her punishment was to be considered over.

"Was that a false promise, Malik?" Amari asked.

"Your Highness, I don't recall your mother The Queen making false promises. Yet, it has to be seen." Meanwhile the woman had started to squat in order to sit on the wooden thing, but the ropes were straining her tits.

"Malik, can I ask you something?" The woman had done a few careful movements up and down. She managed to counteract the mechanism and she was already getting lower and lower on the wooden phallus with her cunt lips now embracing the large head of the dong.

"If it's not too inapropriate, Your Highness." he sighed.

"Won't she hurt her pussy"

"That's not..." Malik hesitated for a second with the response. "Your Highness, only royal and noble woman have pussies. Woman, who are a criminal, a traitor or a peasant, between their legs.... Well they have cunts." while Malik was explaining this to Amari, the woman continued lowering herself on the large wooden sculpture. "So, no, technically speaking she won't hurt her pussy, because she doesn't have one."

Amari listened carefully and tried to understand. The explanation seemed obvious but something was off. Why she was feeling fire between her legs, from watching that woman embracing the wooden cock in her cunt? Why she wanted to lift her dress and put her hand between her thighs? New and new thoughts were running through Amari's head as the woman was accepting the cunt destroyer in her own hole.

"Malik, I think I have seen enough for today. I will retire to my room."

"Very well, Miss. Do you want me to escort you?"

"There is no need. I know the way. You can finish watching."

"Thank you, Your highness. I wish you a pleasant evening."

"You too, Malik. Thank you for showing me all theese new things today. You are invaluable to the crown." he thanked her and Amari went up in a hurry through the door.

...

Amari took the corridors and the stairs to her room with frantic speed. Once the door closed behind her and she felt the safety in her own space, Amari quickly took her dress off and then her underwear. Standing naked in the middle of her room, she felt the chill in the air. Amari made a few steps towards the bed and removed the baldachin. She touched the wooden bed post with her hand. It was a wild idea. It reminded her of the woman trying to sit on the enormous wooden thing. She breathed heavily as she stepped with one knee on the bed while the other leg she moved on the other side of the bed frame. She sighed and started lowering herself down on the bed post. The knob of the bet post caressed the wetness between her legs and started disappearing inside of her. Amari cried silently as the whole knob was already inside. With every inch of the improvised cock disappearing inside of her, she grew more certain that this was something she can not share with her mother The Queen.