Steamy Diaries
The Countess herself turned the crank, slowly stretching the girl's limbs until she cried out in pain.
"Tell me, witch," the Countess purred, leaning close to Alice's ear, "What dark arts do you practice? Who are your demonic masters?"
Alice shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "I am no witch, my lady. I swear it!"
The Countess tutted, a sound of mock disappointment. "Such stubbornness. We shall have to be more... persuasive."
She reached for the pear, a cruel smile playing at her lips. Alice's eyes widened in horror as the Countess forced the tapered metal into her most intimate place, twisting and thrusting until the girl screamed.