Put to the Question

"Marcela, because you were my friend as a child, you shall be spared the usual torments. I remember how we would go swimming, naked and innocent, and I looked at your body. Your breasts developed early, and to this day, are larger than mine."  The captive struggled on the rack. "I genuinely regretted when I learned that you had been denounced as a witch by a jealous neighbor. It is not your fault that her husband lusted after you." Sasha leaned down and placed her lips on Marcela's nipple, and began to gently suck. "Your nipples taste nicer than I ever imagined." Although the dungeon was not heated, Marcela's body had a light sheen of sweat from the heat of the nearby brazier. Sasha leaned down, and licked the sweat from Marcela's armpit. Marcela squirmed as Saha tickled her belly, just above her pubic mound. "Do not fear, my friend. I have saved many other women before you, and I will save you as well. For a time, you must remain a prisoner in this dungeon, and I will question you in private every day."