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She started rubbing the water all over her body, wincing every time she touched one of the many wounds or burns he had left on it: Long wounds from the beatings, the knife wound above her breast, the burns on her stomach. When she fully realized the damage he had done and remembered all the pain she nearly started to cry again.
 
Hearing her cry he yelled. "I will not have you simply be a whimpering mess, you will learn to take these beatings without crying or I will give you something to really cry about."

He slapped her in the face "Shut up slut."

"now get dressed and meet me upstairs." I think I have something you'll really enjoy
 
She stopped crying and followed him, shivering all over her body. What did he have in mind now? She did not know how much she could take anymore. Every step hurt her stretched-out legs, and her left knee felt like the brutal stretching had pulled it out.
 
Point to a chair that had every inch of it covered in nails. "Tonight, you will stay in this chair. I Will chain you in and you will sleep here. It is too bad you threw up, you might have had a comfortable bed."

"Now sit."
 
She did not really want to sit on there, of course. But she did not want another beating, either. So, slowly, carefully, she sat down on the chair and winced as the many nails bit into her skin.
 
Taking off his belt he wrapped it around the back of the chair and pulled it tight. "Tomorrow if your good maybe I'll let you sleep in my bed".
 
She gasped as the belt drove some of the nails deep into her back. She could not tell, but she was sure she was bleeding there.
 
"Good girl."

He bent over and kissed her.

Seeing the blood run down her back he felt a tinge of sorry, but the slut deserved the punishment.

I will be back in the morning. Try not to have too much fun without me
 
She sat there, breathing heavily and tried to get some rest from the day's tortures and humiliations. The spikes, though, started to drive her mad. They were bad enough when she tried to sit absolutely still, but every little movement made a small hole in her skin and sent a painful shock through the whole area.
 
He worried if she was going to make it through the night. But he knew he had to break her as soon as possible if she was going to be a kings wife. She had to be obedient, subserviant to all his wishes and whims.

He fell asleep with the happy thought that she would eventually come to enjoy this treatment, that she would someday be his wife.
 
As the night went on, the spikes became one single mass of pain, as if she was sitting on hot coals. Unable to sleep, she simply sat there, exhausted, covered in sweat and full of fear what the morning would bring.
 
The next morning he woke up happy with the idea that his playtoy would be a little sorer.

Coming down stairs he looks at her barely awake but barely asleep. "How was your evening, I slept rather well. I think today after breakfast we shall go for a walk out by the lake."

Kissing her lips he smiled. "I trust we've learned not to throwup and piss on ourselves? If not we can keep doing this".

undoing the belt he led her back to the dining table and had the cook bring out food.
 
She almost did not have the strength to stand up, and the rush of pain as the many sharp spikes left her skin made it even worse - but she managed to keep silent and stand up, tired, sore all over and more fearful than ever. Once she had stood up, though, she was out of strength. She collapsed to her knees and gasped "Please! Mercy! What do you want?!"
 
"At the end of the week you will marry me. I have told the bishop to come and from what I have heard he has already left on his week long journey. You will not waste mine and his time."
 
"Whatever you want! I can't take it anymore!". The pain was just too much. She lay there, sobbing.
 
"Whatever you want! I can't take it anymore!". The pain was just too much. She lay there, sobbing.

"good girl"

You will have one of my maidens look after you. I will leave you alone for the day. When I return tonight you will be in my bed and you will be naked and ready.
 
The maiden tried her best to restore Julia a bit. Now she lay in the bed, her wounds bandaged, a smelly healing medicine on her burns and her arms and legs still in pain, but much better after a clumsy, but effective attempt at getting them back into their sockets.
 
"The lake was wonderful. We did a bit of hunting and we came away with a boar. We will eat well tonight."

"Julia, how was your day? Are you feeling better?"
 
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