"Hold her, Tommy," he called out to the grull. The little creature obediently moved in to support the shaking princess, his abnormally long and powerful arms reaching up to grasp her shoulder blades, his sloping forehead jammed into the crease of her soft buttocks as he thrust her against the solid wood. Through her gag the drooling woman screeched in horrified protest as Gargo adjusted the mechanism; grasping her large, pale udders in his calloused hands and pulling them through the yoke before winding down the worm gear to compress the globes into two rapidly congesting torpedoes of pain.

Next, he untied her wrists and inserted them into the waiting clamps set into the sides of the frame. Her feet he left tied together so that she stood on tiptoe, her calves and thighs already beginning to quiver and burn as she struggled to hold her weight off the bloated breast meat. The painfully squashed tissue was already beginning to turn an angry shade of puce in front of her terror stricken eyes – the large, ochre nipples aching and turgid with the press of blood.

Gargo handed Vulkan and the countess a pair of evil looking scourges from a well stocked rack on a nearby wall and retired with Tommy to a safe distance.

Vulkan stood in front of the princess, slashing the multiple leather tails of the scourge through the air in a series of swingeing arcs.

Lilliphane's rolling eyes followed his arm as it flashed through the air, her strangled whimpers coming in a constant, ragged stream from beneath the tongue depressor as she beheld the terrible man standing before her. Her belly flipped in dread as she took in his hugely bunched muscles rippling beneath the heavy strap harness and flipped again as her eyes were drawn inexorably down to the monstrous cock thrusting up from the bronze ring and latticework basket that constrained his massive gonads.

"Are you wondering why I've brought you down here?" The satyr asked cruelly, breaking out into a smile as her dark head nodded over the top of the press.