Speaker 1: Welcome to Erotically Perverse Fiction, the podcast that dares to
explore the sultry underbelly of human desire through captivating tales
of lust, forbidden love, and tantalizing taboo. Each series unfolds
a new journey into the depths of eroticism, weaving together
stories that span from the shadowy corners of medieval times
to the provocative realities of modern life. In our seven
part series, we invite you to indulge in narratives that
challenge societal norms and embrace the allure of the forbidden.
Experience the passionate entanglements of star crossed lovers in a
world where desire knows no bounds, and witness the thrilling
escapades of characters who dare to defy conventions. From clandestine
romances to the seductive whispers of lust, each story is
crafted to awaken your senses and ignite your imagination. Designed
for a mature audience, Erotically Perverse Fiction encourages you to
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Speaker 2: Erotically perverse fiction presents medieval torture. Queen story one. Agnes
hailed from the quaint town of Pleasant Rock, which was
nestled just south of the bustling port city of Calmar, France.
She was a simple girl, born and raised in this
environment where life moved at a gentle pace. The charm
of pleasant Rock lay in its cobblestone streets, lined with
colorful houses and vibrant flower boxes. This was the warm,
welcome in nature of its inhabitants. Agnes embodied the spirit
of her hometown, carrying its beauty and grace with her
wherever she went. That was her presentation in public, but
behind closed doors, she practiced sat maxicism and secretly inflicted
justice and sexual punishment on those who dared challenge the
laws of the commune. Agnes, a woman of profound contrast,
carried out her duties with a fervor born from past
marred by personal loss and the witnessing of injustice. Her methods,
though severe, were rooted in the belief that order and
righteousness could only be maintained through unyielding discipline. The woman
was also following the orders of the man they called
the Father. His name was Benedict. He was a man
of deep faith who found himself trapped between his spiritual
duties and the harsh realities of leading a town like
Pleasant Rock. His appointment of Agnes as to communes enforcer
was a decision weighted with guilt and necessity, a reflection
of his internal struggle between his compassion and the need
for self control. The area was blessed with an abundance
of highly sought spices, as they produced large amounts of pepper, cinnamon,
and ginger. This gave the Father a lot of power,
as the citizens personally credit him for God blessing their
region with his over abundance of tradable assets. He secretly
gave Agnes the power to be judge, jewelry and executioner,
and these were rights that not any woman typically had,
especially during this particular time in history. Pleasant Rock was
a commune bordered by a large bridge which served as
a trade port. This attracted many strangers seeking the town's
coveted in spices. As visitors passed through, they were reminded
expected to follow the local laws, which strictly forbid any
sexual relations with any of the town's residents. Adhering to
this rule proved very challenging, as pleasant Rock was also
known for its abundance of beautiful young women who tempted
many a passerby of both sexes. Violators of the strict
rules would be led to Agnes by the father, and
while they initially showed no fear when they were in
her presence, they quickly discovered she was the stuff of nightmare.
The communes no sex rule, unless sanctioned by marriage, applied
to not only strangers, but its own residents. Whispers of
Agnes's methods circulated like a chilling breeze, making even the
bravest shudder. Those lad to her chamber emerged changed, if
they emerged at all, their tales of the ordeal only
feel in the dread that cloaked the town in fear.
The whispers would turn to reality for one man from
the town who dared to buck the system.
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Speaker 2: In the quiet of her chamber, Agnes often found her
thoughts drifted into the past, to her mentor, whose harsh
lessons in discipline and order had shaped her understanding of justice.
Those lessons, once a source of strength, now whispered doubts
in the dark, questioning the line between righteousness and cruelty.
Benedett secretly empowered Agnes to act as a punisher and
judge at the same time, a decision feeled by necessity
and perhaps a hint of his personal fear. In the
privacy of his chambers, away from the watchful eyes of
the commune, Benedict often sought her consul. Their conversations, a
mix of a delicate dance of power, trust, and unspoken truths,
were something he sought when he had doubt. They had
a duty to keep the town peer from corruption, lust
and evil, despite any hesitation or guilt that they might possess.
This was their duty, and they took it seriously. Martin,
a man in his forties, had succumbed to the pleasures
of the flesh. He was married with three kids, and
his wife was the only woman he had ever been
intimate with. Experiencing a change of life that was Misunderson
stood back in that time period, he began to obsess
over the idea that he would never know what another
woman felt like. His thoughts constantly turned to the eighteen
year old daughter of the widow who lived next door,
whose husband had recently died from an unknown disease. With
no man in the house, Martin found it easy to
gain the widow's trust and get closer to the young,
delicate fresh woman who was now within his reach. The
young woman, grieving the loss of her father, gradually developed
a deep admiration for Martin, since in her vulnerability. He
seized an opportunity when both his wife and the widow
would be away for the day delivering spices to neighboring towns.
Knowing that the widow would be after, Martin knocked on
his neighbor's door asking her for help. The innocent eighteen
year old girl, unaware of his intentions, allowed the sexually
frustrated man into her home as he asked her for
advice on a made up situation. The girl and Martin
had been fighting their urges for weeks. As she felt
the power of sexual desire for the first time in
her life, the two quickly embraced. As Martin's cock grew hard,
the girl felt the heat burden from his crotch and
itchen closer to hers. As she felt a surge of
moisture began to drip from her tight pussy, Martin grabbed her,
turned her around, put his hands around her waist, and
let his hard cock press against her tight precious As
she continued to shake and tremble with both fear and anticipation.
As soon as his cock made contact with her back,
he quickly removed his shirt and dropped his pants, turned
her around to watch her eyes widen at the first
sight of a man's heart erect penis. The girl grabbed
Martin's cock and began to stroke it as he then
gently pushed her onto the bed. This was the bed
that she slept on every night in the home that
she grew up in. In this commune, it was traditioned
for beautiful young girls to be handpicked as bride for
men of royalty. A girl of her stunning beauty would
command a high price to become a worthy man's property.
She would be presented in a secret ceremony where eligible
suitors could admire her fresh, youthful skin and imagine claiming
her as their own to do whatever they wish. However, Martin,
a lowly peasant, had lost control of his urges. He
committed one of the gravest crimes in the land by
touching a girl who was far beyond his reach under
normal circumstances. His transgression violated the strict social order that
dictated who could possess such a prized piece of beauty.
He gently placed the girl on the bed. Captivated by
her flawless beauty, he observed her in all her naked glory.
In that moment, nothing else mattered except their present encounter.
Martin understood the potential consequences of his actions, but he
was confident he wouldn't get caught. With a plan already
forming in his mind, he intended to take the girl's
innocence and then immediately flee Pleasant Rock with her by
his side, so they could start a whole new life
together far away from this town to escape any repercussions
that might follow their actions. The intimacy did not last long,
as the girl continued to scream in pain. Martin's cock
could not handle the intense pleasure any longer. He grabbed
her hips, dug in deep inside her, and ejaculated a
massive load. As she felt her vagina fill up, Martin's
body felt an a way that was beyond his wildest imagination.
The pleasure was still true, Bucklin up and down his
body long after the act. As he lay on the
bed next to her. The young woman was having a
hard time recovering from the pain his cock inflicted. On
her as she was no longer pure. The moment's pleasure
and beauty were abruptly chattered when Martin noticed a girl
bleeding heavily from her vagina. Though consumed by the thoughts
of pleasure, he was still a decent man and immediately
grew concern for her health. This concern would prove to
be his downfall. Instead of leaving her to handle her
own problem, he gathered two cloaks, took the girl into
the dark of night, and left her with the town doctor.
The girl received treatment and eventually made a full recovery. However,
the doctor grew very concerned for the future safety of
this young woman, as she was to continue to partake
in any more sexual activity with whoever inflected the current
damage to her vagina. The doctor immediately notified the father.
The girl was summoned to his chambers. Benedict did nothing
to harm her, but he provided enough comfort to get
her to confess to who the culprit was who disobeyed
the law of the land. A group of soldiers gathered
Martin and brought him before the father and Agnes. She
was furious about what had transpired between Martin and the girl.
Agnes knews. She needed to send a clear message to
anyone who lusted after their neighbor. It was time for
the ritual act, followed by the introduction of the Rack,
a painful reminder to all of the consequences forgiven into
temptation and the desires of the human flash.
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Speaker 2: The rack a notorious torture device consisting of a wooden
frame with rollers at each end. The victims hands and
feet are bound and placed at these rollers. They are
then rotated to painfully stretch the body, causing dissocated joints
and torn muscles. The brutal method of interrogation was designed
to inflict excruciating pain and illicit confessions or information from
the victim during moments of reckoning. The moment Martin was
secured to the rack, an overwhelming sense of dread washed over.
As the rollers began to turn, he felt his joints
stretch beyond their limits, a searing pain shooting through his
limbs like wildfire, His muscles strained and tore, fibers ripping
apart like frayed rope with each turn of the rollers.
His agony intensified, wrenching screens from his throat that echoed
off the chamber walls, tendons taut as bowstrings threatening to snap,
and his bones crowned against their sockets, the cartilage wearing
away until they met raw, scraping against each other and
in a crab dance of pain. His skin stretched to
its breaking point, split and tore, reaping roblets of blood
that trickled down his limbs. Through the red haze of pain,
Martin could see the distorted faces of those around him,
their eyes alight with the mixture of horror and grim satisfaction.
His screens, once powerful, began fading to pitiful whimpers as
his body, broken and spent, could produce no more sound.
This was the reality of the rack, a device designed
not just to punish, but to utterly break the spirit,
leaving the victim a shattered husk of their former self.
Agnes ordered a response from the broken down Martin, you
will be spared. Count yourself lucky for that, But I
want the rest of the town to see what happens
when one disobeys the High Court. You will not disclose
your sexual indiscretions publicly. Instead, you will tell all that
asked that you disobeyed the High Father. If you ever
utter a word of my existence in this chamber, you
will then watch your wife and three kids be put
on this very rack, where they will meet their death.
And only after they do will you slowly drift into
the pits of hell on your way to meeting yours.
Do you understand me? Martin was barely able to speak
or move, so he nodded his head in agreement. He
understood he was lucky to be alive. The memories he
would forever keep deflowering of the daughter of his next
door neighbor would have to suffice to keep him sexually satisfied,
as now there would be no way he would ever
be able to experience a satisfaction, a flesh to flesh
pleasure ever. Again, the soldiers dumped his limp body miles
away from Pleasant Rock, leaving him in a condition that
made his return uncertain. It would be days before he
resurfaced to his wife and kids, if he ever made
it back at all. This was an added part to
his punishment and indirectly punished his family as well, as
they were left wondering if the man of the house
would ever come back home.
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Speaker 2: In the aftermath of Martin's torture, Agnes found herself alone
in her chamber, the echoes of his scream still lingering
in the air. A strange mix of emotions washed over her, power, arousal,
and a hit of revulsion, as if compelled by an
unseen force. Her hand drifted downward, seeking the warrant between
her legs. She began to touch herself, wanting a release.
Her breath began to quicken as the pleasure built within her.
Her own body untouched by another, her desires kept in
check despite the persistent tingle she felt. She found satisfaction
in the intense sensation of her own fingers, exploring her pussy.
Imagining a man, not just any man, but the one
she had just tormented to his near death. She visualized
him entering inside her after she had stripped him of
his dignity and power. Exhausted and struggling to breathe, the
man used his last bit of strength to be insider
culminating in a shared intense release between them. Yet the moment,
she was reminded of her sinner's touch, compelling her to
take a decisive action. She then grabbed the sword next
to her and ended his life. She then savored the
act by licking the blood from the blade, knowing she
had just sent him to his fate. This act had
become a ritual, a secret indulgence after each punishment, the
rush of power, the control she wielded over others bodies
and fates. It became intoxicating, but with each climax reached,
a bitter guilt followed a gnawing anger at the necessity
of her role. She hated that others lacked control of themselves,
and this had to force her hand. Their weaknesses became
her burden to bear. As the last waves of pleasure subsided,
Agnes was left empty, her brief escape overshadowed by the
weight of her duties. She wondered if this cycle would
ever end, she would ever find peace in her role
as pleasant rocks enforce her. In a society where women
were expected to be gentle caregivers and submissive wives, Agnes
stood apart a figure of authority and power to defy
the traditional rosee into her gender. She knew the power
was taking its toe in every way, so she focused
on the feeling of pleasure to suppress any desire to
stop her role in the privacy of the cathedral. Agnes
knelt before Benedet, her head bowed in shape. Father, she whispered,
her voice trembling. I have a confession to make. Benedict
looked at her, his expression unreadable. Speak my child, Agnes
took a deep breath. I find myself drawn to the
punishments I inflict, the power, the control it arouses me.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with guilt
and fear. I wonder if I will be forgiven for
punishing sinners when I have the desire to sin myself.
Benedict was silent for a long moment, his face unreadable.
Then he spoke, his voice low and intense, Agnes, this
is the work of the devil. He seeks to undermine
your faith, to make you doubt your righteous purpose. But
you must not let him win. He placed his hand
on her head, his touch heavy and firm. You are
eliminating sinners, Agnes, and doing so you were serving at
higher purpose. If you must send to accomplish this, then
so be it. He leaned in close, his voice a whisper.
I need you, Agnes, the commune needs you. You are
our guardian, our protector. Agnes closed her eyes, tears streaming
down her face. Thank you Father, she whispered, I will
not fail you. I will not fail pleasant Rock. As
she rose to leave, Benedict watched her go, his face
a mask of sincerity, but beneath the facade he felt
a flicker of fear, a whisper of doubt. He knew
he was treading a dangerous path. Used an agnesis faith
and a loyalty to maintain his own power, but he
saw no other way, and a world of sin and temptation.
Sometimes one had to become a devil to fight the devil.
Speaker 1: This concludes this episode of erotically perverse fiction. Look for
the dates for the next chapter in the seven part series.
In the description of the stories, we thank you so
much for listening. Remember as you move forward to the
rest of your day, that the key to your personal
pleasure is the unlimited borders of your imagination. This is
Tasha signing out for myself and Maximum Jones, have fun
and always feel good, See you soon.