Next Gargo pushed one end of the tubing down through the centre of the horn and forced the other end over a small spigot in the bottom of a bucket, which placed on a stool beside him.

Lilliphane began to whimper in fear as she spied the bandy legged Tommy come up the steps from the sub-levels with a giant steaming kettle clutched in his knotty hands.

"Ah ha," shouted Gargo, "just in time Tommy – the princess was getting impatient for her toilet."

The gaoler took the kettle from the grull and poured the steaming contents into the bucket, adding a big dollop of foul smelling pepper oil from an old, chipped flagon and stirred the mixture around with a stick. Next, he lifted the bucket and hung it on a hook above the shaking woman's upturned arse.

The gaoler rummaged under his leather apron with his hand, pumping his rapidly hardening cock as he reached up and opened the spigot a crack. The hot infusion trickled slowly down into Lilliphane's open bowel, beginning to sear the tender tissues as the loosening mixture bubbled and roiled inside her.

The pain was indescribable and far worse even that the tit flogging Lilliphane had previously had to endure. With her tongue securely clamped, all she could do was vent her pain in a kind of hissing gargle as the sides of her belly pumped in and out in response to the monstrous agony.

Gargo stood transfixed as the woman's body flexed and shivered, her pelvis seeming to hump the flogging horse as if she were atop one of her many lovers. Her head came slowly back in an agonised arch, the taught, curving column of her neck flushed scarlet with strain as she gasped around the gag.

The gaoler shuffled up to her face, flipping the foul smelling apron over her head as he pumped his fist up and down his rock hard shaft until he ejaculated into her face in a great, heaving splash of hot seed. Lilliphane was powerless to prevent some of the stinking dollops from shooting into her mouth and could only lie there as the thick yield dripped from her bottom lip.