Part 4
We had a busy tour day at the castle, and I took many groups around the building and grounds, but again the dungeon was the place that generated the most interest. I was grateful for the activity as it kept my mind off of the announcement Henry was to make at the end of the day, but I eventually found myself seated with the other tour guides in the great room, and I got several looks from them as if to say "what are you doing here with us".
As I sat I also noticed I still tingled where Beth had swatted me on my naked ass with her clipboard earlier, and I thought that it was odd. Moments later Henry and Beth came out together, and he told us he understands that Ms. Eckhart has introduced herself to each of you in private, and that she is a medieval history expert with a position at the palace, and that he has asked her to take a part time position here with us. He said she will be in charge of ensuring our castle is historically accurate in every way possible, as well as developing an enhanced adults only tour of the dungeons.
I noticed the smiles and overall excitement around me with that bombshell, and clearly the guests weren't the only ones excited in the dungeons! I wondered silently why we needed a medieval history expert in the castle when I was here though, unless Ms. Eckhart planned to replace me in that capacity as well.
Henry told us he has noticed the dungeon and armory draw the most interest, and he is going to install hidden cameras to record what the guests look at the most, and redesign the tour accordingly. He closed in saying that we all need to cooperate with Ms. Eckhart in any way she needs as she transforms our simple dungeon tour into a very close approximation of a real working dungeon. Henry then motioned for Beth (apparently now Ms. Eckhart to us) to speak.
She thanked all of us for our help ahead of time, and for her warm welcome as well, and she especially thanked me for apparently volunteering first to become one of the re-enactors. All eyes turned to me, and I could do nothing to contradict Ms. Eckhart without getting myself in trouble. She said they may not see me around as much upstairs with the demands of training for that position, and that if any others ladies were as courageous as I was, that they could use one or two more. I noticed the other ladies conspicuously put their hands under the table when Ms. Eckhart said that, and I would have smiled except for the gravity of the situation. When Ms. Eckhart reminded the men that she would need their help as well as re-enactors, several of their hands shot up at once.
Ms. Eckhart possibly thought she was doing me the biggest favor she could by recruiting our employees to become my temporary dungeon masters, with the likely outcome of providing me some intense and humiliating entertainment, all while they trained to put on a convincing show. I would have no control over the ecstasy they would learn to pry from my reluctant body with Ms. Eckhart's tutoring either, and they would come to the only logical conclusion possible, the rougher they were with me, the more I liked it. In their defense, they thought I volunteered for this!
I thought it was far more likely though that Ms. Eckhart chose this path to ensure a natural submissiveness for me, and to place everybody in the castle over me. In very little time the others, including Henry, wouldn't be able to remember when I was anything but submissive, and it would seem the most natural thing in the world for me to meekly follow their orders without question, and Ms. Beth Eckhart would fill the vacuum of my absence and assume my former title of "lady of the castle"...
Ms. Eckhart reminded everybody present that I would need their help in getting into the proper frame of mind for my submissive role, and that it was my idea that they should come up with several humbling chores or activities for me to do in the castle. Ms. Eckhart said as an example that I had spend last night locked naked in the dungeons, and was fed stale bread and water for breakfast as if I were a real prisoner.
My former employees eyes lit up at that revelation, and several of the men whom I've had playful flirtations with looked at me and smiled.
I had no intention of sharing that experience with any of them, and I fought hard to suppress the humiliation I felt when Ms. Eckhart did, but with the way she manipulated things it seemed to everybody that it was my idea. She had also set the precedent for spending my nights in the dungeons.
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With the tour guides home for the day it was just the three of us in the castle, and when we were alone Beth smiled and told me if I could convince Henry that I wanted to be their serving wench, she would take me down into the dungeons later and give me what I didn't get last night. I had no position to negotiate from, and by the agreement I had already made with her should have anticipated this desire of hers and already provided it. "Yes ma'am", I caught myself saying, and I bowed just the slightest bit to my superior and waited for her dismissal. She gave me her permission to leave with a tiny nod of her head, and as I took off to do her bidding I realised she owned me. I also decided if I had to be her property, I would ensure I was valuable property worth keeping. The thought of being ordered around by this young woman should have bothered me, but it instead tickled a nerve inside of me. However, I had no desire to share that fact with her, or anybody else.
I showered and put on one of the thin nightgowns, (it was the closest thing to servants wear that we had in the castle), and went to the kitchen where Henry was finishing up with dinner. I was happy to see I could still get his attention with my nearly naked body, but I was in competition with Beth, and she had the dual advantages of youth and maturity all rolled into one desirable little package.
"Sir", I said, as I stood a respectful three feet from him, "Would you permit me to serve you and the lady Eckhart dinner?", and I bowed, this time intentionally.
Henry smiled in a way that I couldn't read, and he nodded his head by way of his reply. He said Ms. Eckhart had suggested that I become the castle serving wench to get into a proper submissive mindset for my upcoming role, and that he agreed with her. I bowed again and thanked him, and retreated to the dinning room to set service for two, with the intention of eating by myself in the kitchen like a good little wench. Again I sensed Beth's manipulations, and I went from being their servant for one dinner, to the castle serving wench for all. If Henry ever thought back on my request in a moment of guilt, he would remember that I asked for this, and thanked him later for granting me the honor of serving them.
I served their wine, from the right as instructed, and I retreated into the kitchen to finish up their dinner. I was half way through placing it on their plates when I heard the ting of a spoon on fine crystal, and the frequency of the tone emitted suggested the wine glass was empty. I dashed out to refill Henry's empty glass, even though I had left the bottle and ice bucket within his reach. Henry was obviously having fun with me, and his lighthearted behavior suggested he had no idea of Beth's ultimate threat to send me back to the dungeons for all eternity if I displeased her. It was information I could possibly exploit at some time in the future, but the irony of helping him to build up his masculine strength, only to have it used against me, didn't sit well. I brought out the dishes and returned to the kitchen to try to eat my own dinner before it got cold.
I had only eaten half a dozen bites when I heard a silver utensil hit the floor, and I raced to the dinning room with a full replacement set just in case. Ms. Eckhart told me to stay when I went to return to my cooling food, she offered no reason, and her tone implied that I shouldn't expect one either. I was directed to stand in the corner out of their way in an obvious move to remind me of my servants status, and I was also reminded of how little I was wearing compared to them. I watched them eat their food as I thought of my own cooling in the far away kitchen, and when Ms. Eckhart's wine glass was mostly empty I moved to refill it, anticipating her need. I returned to my corner as I had not yet been dismissed, and with their meal finished the conversation resumed between them as if I wasn't even there.
Henry looked at Beth, "I still think everybody would feel better if their were some justification for her treatment in the dungeons, especially as they don't yet share the knowledge that we do as to her peculiar needs. I think a grading system, perhaps a marker board hanging in their coat room where they could leave an anonymous hash mark for a minor infraction like not using sir or maam when addressing them. Two hash marks would be for a more serious infraction like her speaking first, or any other suspected non-submissive actions. Three hash marks would therefore be for outright belligerence, and earn her an automatic overnight stay in the dungeons."
Beth looked at Henry and smiled, "What would the first two hash marks earn her then?"
"Oh, I'll leave her discipline for you to administer, and as far as I'm concerned she's yours to do with as you please". "But" and he pointed his index finger at Beth sternly, "as to that other subject we were discussing earlier, it seems a little extreme to me right now, and under no circumstances are you to proceed without my consent!" Beth nodded her head by way of her reply to him, but I could see she wasn't happy with his decision.
If they were discussing sending me back to the dungeons for all eternity, I at least had some hope as Henry obviously had some iron buried deep in his backbone. Perhaps my earlier efforts with him were not in vain after all!
Beth called me over to the table, and I stood in my thin nightgown waiting to be addressed, and not wanting to earn my first two hash marks from her for speaking without permission. When it appeared that she wouldn't get me to speak out of turn, she told me she thought each hash mark should earn one hour in the dungeons with the trainees, for a start! I didn't respond because I still wasn't asked anything, and she was obviously baiting me to screw up right in front of Henry.
Henry listened with that same unreadable smile on his face from earlier, and said facetiously that he was glad that we had worked out our differences earlier. He then asked Beth what she had planned for later. She smiled and told him she couldn't decide between going to bed early, or working in the dungeons with the serving wench. Was Beth trying to get me to screw up so she would have a reason to torment me to my much needed relief in the dungeons? She surely would be able to bring me to new levels of ecstasy with her intimate knowledge of both the witches' curse and this body of mine if she wanted to, but she would also be able to sadistically take me right to the edge and not past it with that same knowledge.
I didn't trust her, but I needed her, and that need caused me to take a risk. I smiled and told Beth that I thought one hour for each hash mark was entirely too generous under the circumstances, speaking out of turn despite offering her and Henry to "up the ante" on my punishments. I thought two hours would be the natural double up ante, but my momentary lack of submissiveness caused Beth to insist that each hash mark be rewarded by a complete session in the dungeons, with the session's length undefined. I protested and told her that wasn't fair, and she rewarded me with three hash marks for belligerence, plus two for speaking out of turn, and one for not properly addressing her.
I meekly said "yes maam", and accepted my punishments, three sessions in the dungeon, and unfortunately an overnight stay as well that I hadn't intended until it was required of me by my commitment with the ghostly dungeon master. I could tell that Henry knew little of our vastly different experiences in the dungeons at the hands of our ghostly tormentors, but if Beth hadn't told him, neither could I.
Ms. Eckhart looked over at me and told me I had sixty seconds to go directly to the dungeons and secure myself exactly as she found me this morning! She went back to talking to Henry as if I wasn't there, and I stood there dumbfounded wasting valuable time. I then realised my error and ran barefoot for the dungeons after a few seconds delay, only to hear Henry chuckle at my haste to follow the commands of my much younger mistress.
I found the manacles waiting for me in "my cell", and locked my ankles to one end of the bed frame, and my wrists to the other with seconds to spare, or so it seemed. I then found myself waiting for my mistress, both anticipating and dreading her arrival, but still trapped by my own hand and wondering why I was made to rush in the first place. I was also conveniently prevented from attempting to self satisfy my unbearable desires.
My mistress came down later wearing a short black hooded cloak carrying two video cameras with tripods, and she set them up near the great wheel. It was a device unique to our castle and brought here by the evil Duke specifically for the interrogation of the castle's surviving women. Henry had never seen one before in all his travels, and it's historical significance was possibly the only reason we even had it restored in the first place. There was almost nothing left of the iron wheel after hundreds of years in the damp dungeons, and it's reproduction had to rely heavily on both my willingness to model for the craftsmen who built it, and my memory.
It looked like the iron outer hoop of a great wagon's wheel with eight iron tubes around it's inner circumference that looked like broken off spokes. There was no center hub and no axle, but when a woman was properly centered inside of the ten foot hoop, her navel would be at the center point of it's rotation on eight much smaller wheels along the outside diameter of the hoop. There were two sets of the smaller wheels on the floor and two more on the overhead frame, and when the thing rolled on the rough wheels a rumbling sound could be heard throughout the castle in the still of the night.
There were four sets of iron cuffs, and each was six inches wide and made specifically to fit my wrists and ankles as I was the one who modeled for them. There were two sets of rings that came from each cuff, and each master chain was attached to them with the intention of pulling on each appendage from the end, not for comfort, but to allow any unfortunate woman to spend many hours secured inside the thing without doing permanent damage to her. It was not used by Henry and I all that often as it took more time than some of the other devices to properly set up, but when we did it was like a suspended version of the rack with both sides of me accessible to his delicious abuses.
There were other parts of the great wheel that I blushingly described for the craftsmen who remade the thing for us, although I refused to allow them to test fit those like I did the cuffs, even though they weren't nearly as dangerous as the originals. Henry hadn't used any of those on me yet, although I had no doubt that they would fit and work as designed.
Did my mistress wish to record my torments on the great wheel for her and Henry's later amusement, or did she wish to show them to the apprentice dungeon masters to demonstrate my levels of endurance in the dungeons to minimize their sympathies and speed their training? In any event I couldn't wait to get set up in the wheel, hoping she would work me over good and bring me to countless overdue orgasms, if she were really doing this "for me", and not "to me".
My mistress Beth walked into my cell after opening the locked door, and she looked down on my chained body with a combination of hostility and amusement. "Can't even follow simple directions, can you?", she asked. She stared at my nightgown and shook her head disapprovingly. In my haste to follow her instructions I forgot I was naked and chained last night, and I told my mistress that I was sorry.
"You surely are" she said. "If I didn't need this tape of you I think I would leave you down here to stew in your own juices for the night while I wait for Henry to return upstairs".
"Pleeease noooo, maam", I begged, and not in a very ladylike way either.
"Very well then", she snickered in a most sinister way. "I will give you the pleasure of my attentions on the wheel, and don't worry about any possible interruptions from Henry, he will be gone for hours as I have him on a little errand for me."
Alone with my mistress on the wheel for hours, it could either be the best, or the worst thing to happen to me in the dungeons in several centuries. I had a cold forbidding feeling deep inside me at that thought, but that feeling was also in direct competition with the boiling desires of my flesh. I had also taken her oath, and until I discovered if she was bluffing about sending me back where I came from, she owned me.
She was taking no chances with my possible escape either, as if she could hear my earlier thoughts. First she uncuffed one wrist and redid it behind my back, and then she freed my ankle from the bed frame only to recuff it again to the other. She helped me up and had me hop all the way to the great wheel, and into the field of view of the cameras as my unrestrained breasts bounced lewdly under my nightgown. Once there she forced me to sit in front of the wheel and she uncuffed my ankles, and one at a time she placed each in the custom iron cuffs built specially for me. I was the only one ever in the wheel since it was rebuilt, and the ankle chains were already adjusted for me, simplifying the set up for both of us.
Here is where Henry had to lift me up to wrist cuff me into position, and I wondered how my petite mistress planned to handle this. She surprised me and walked to the side of the thing and started to rotate it on it's noisy wheels. My legs were first crossed, and then I was flipped onto my belly as I was dragged into the center of the wheel by my bound ankles. With my wrists still cuffed behind my back I was also unable to prevent my breasts from dragging on the stone floor as I was hoisted into the air. I was only able to turn my shoulder to prevent my face from doing the same, and even though my mistress went slowly, I suspected her motivations. If I had not been wearing my nightgown as she intended, I would surely have left some tender skin on the rough stone floor. She only stopped when my body was fully inverted inside the wheel, and my nightgown had fallen all the way down exposing me to the cameras. I swung back and forth with my wrists helplessly cuffed behind my back, and I wondered (not for the first time) if my mistress had my best intentions at heart.
My breasts hurt from their abuse, and it took me several seconds to realise that I shouldn't be feeling any pain at all, and everything my mistress had done up until now should have felt like foreplay between lovers. Was it my mistress' intention to be especially rough on me to give me an extreme experience, or had she found some secret way around the witches' spell, and intentions of really torturing me to satisfy some desires of her own?
My nightgown hung down covering my face, and I felt her remove my handcuffs. Soon after my nightgown was off, and my wrists were secured in the custom fitted cuffs and I was stretched out. She pulled on my wrist cuff chains, and I felt her lock them in place on the wheel's outer frame stretching me out obscenely. My mistress then gave me a big spin and I felt like a human roulette wheel, but one with breasts large enough to be at the mercy of gravity as I rotated about.
The great wheel had holes in it for other devices that I knew to be in the dungeon, but I didn't see any of those laid out near the wheel either. She did roll me to a head down position and fit a black leather panel gag with a thick bit in the center to my face. I had never seen it before and therefore assumed she had brought it with her, but it fit with what could be found in a dungeon such as ours. It held my mouth slightly open and buckled securely behind my head with two heavy leather straps, and it had a small hole in the center apparently for air if needed. It seemed much more securely buckled in place than necessary, that is until my mistress attached a chain to the ring mounted on the front of it. She pulled the chain through the iron tube over my head (that looked like another broken off spoke in the great wheel), and she kept pulling until my head was forced into a position where all I could see was the chain and where it went into the iron wheel. She was down on her knees right next to my ear as she locked that chain as securely as the others, and she whispered to me low enough that the cameras likely didn't catch it.
"Now Anne, we are going to have a little experiment," she said, "but first I have to tell you why. When you escaped the dungeon and trapped me in your place, our dungeon masters didn't realise it at first, and they had at me with all the expected results due to the witches' spell, and I was in no hurry to leave. Then they silently watched you two open up the wall and steal the cunningly hidden treasure that caused them to be cursed for all eternity in the first place. When they saw you down in the dungeons they sensed something was wrong, but as you two had restored the place to it's former glory, they still thought it a grand gift. Then when they saw Henry chain you up and flog you to screaming orgasms, they realised they had been had, and who you really were. With all of those things combined they realised they had been made quite the fool by you, and that they needed to clear their names if they were ever going to be able to leave".
"They formed a plan and showed me how to escape, it was the only way for them to get at you at the time, but it would require my cooperation and an additional innocent soul. The method of my escape could only be used one time, and if I didn't do their bidding I could be forced to return, and that is the control they still have over me to this day. They need their treasure back to be finally free of their curse, and they also want to see you endure some hardship at human hands in retribution for fooling them. They still can't harm you... but I can! The proof was in the swat I gave you with the clipboard this morning, and your yelp confirmed what we suspected."
My eyes felt like they were about to explode out of my skull, and I asked myself how I could have been so stupid as to swear an oath to her. I thought back to the witches' spell, and she cast no protections against a woman's abuses, probably because she couldn't imagine one as cruel and desperate as the one that just stood up before me!
I still didn't know the intent of the cameras recording my torments, but I had more pressing problems ahead of me. My mistress told me this was just a warm up, but if I wanted to think about where the treasure was sold and to whom, the dungeon masters would hear my thoughts and might be merciful later.
I could not see the instrument of my torment, nor the direction of the first swing, but the swish through the air was intimidating. The first blow landed on my hanging breasts, and I howled into my gag with little result. She spun me again and had target practice on my breasts, and each time I screamed into my gag, but that only amused her and quickened her blows. When she grew tired of abusing my breasts she held the instrument of my torture where I could see it. To my surprise it was a freshly cut willow switch, no doubt cut from one of the trees on the grounds earlier that day. All this pain from an improvised whip commonly used in many countries by good parents on disobedient children. I now knew why she called this a warm up, and I could imagine a bullwhip, or even a leather strap would have me telling her everything she ever wanted to know in minutes.
I knew the only way to end her torment was to embrace it, and even though an orgasm was the furthest thing from my mind, I groaned into the gag. My mistress was incensed, and she resumed her attack on my helpless flesh, starting at my back and working down. I bore down on my gag with every blow, and tried to let out a convincing groan every so often. She worked her way down to my ass, and then between my spread legs to my ankles. She resumed my torment once she had spun me again, and this time she worked her way up between my legs to my womanhood, and when she smacked me there I faked an orgasm.
I heard her throw down her switch in fury, and she gave the wheel a tremendous spin and stomped out of the dungeon, but unfortunately with me still trapped on the wheel with no hope of escape...
story continues in The Bones In The Dungeon 5
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