Vulkan uttered a suitably impressed acknowledgement and as everyone moved away, he adroitly slipped a short bladed dagger from its cleverly concealed sheath beneath the armoured scales, that his sharp eyes had noticed as he had examined the piece.

Inevitably, the search of the keep yielded no sign of the princess, who was, at that very moment, lying belly down along the length of the flogging horse. Gargo had dragged her knees forward so as to expose her crotch and using strong ropes, firmly secured her wrists and ankles to iron rings set into the feet at each corner.

The gaoler assembled a few pieces of equipment on the floor behind her before going to look into her anguished face.

"Now then bitch," he announced nastily, "I'm going to clean you up a bit, ready for when Prince Vulkan gets back, not that I mind a bit of shit on the end of my cock mind you, but the prince now… well, he's a proper gentleman, so we're gonna flush you out with this." He dangled a length of tightly stitched leather tubing back-and-forth in front of Lilliphane's eyes,

Lilliphane gurgled wretchedly around the tongue clip, rolling her big green eyes and shaking her head in panic as Gargo bent to adjust the length of the horse's front legs. The princess vainly tried to pull herself free as the stocky gaoler adjusted the pegs to drop the front legs by six inches so that she found herself canted forward, her backside now above the level of her head. The gaoler disappeared behind her and planted a clutch of massive slaps on the fulsome buttock cheeks, cackling with delight as the princess reared up caterwauling at the unexpected pain.

Gargo selected a nine-inch length of curved, hollowed out antelope horn and screwed it narrow end first into Lilliphane's anus, only stopping when the horn was three quarters of the way in. As he worked, the princess let out another protesting gurgle, earning her a further round of ferocious slaps from the grinning torturer.