Part 5
By the time the great wheel had stopped it's noisy rolling, my mistress Beth was long gone. I heard her slam the heavy doors on her way out, and I knew I would be alone for some time, unless of coursemy ghostly dungeon masters decided to visit. I could see very little with the strict position my head was held in other than the iron ring of the great wheel, but there was no mistaking the sound of the ghostly dungeon masters boots as they eventually approached.
"Ma lady" was again whispered into my ear, but this time not in a menacing way. "Should I tell your mistress that you deceived her, or should we keep this little secret between ourselves?" I thought as hard as I could, "please anything but that"...
He answered me as if I had spoken to him past my gag, andI didn't know to be relieved or terrified as this meant I could no longer easily hide anything from him. "Here is the way of it ma lady, we won't tell your mistress of your deception with her if you agree to never please yourself by your own hand again."
I thought of all the sex I would likely not be getting from Henry, and of how I would surely respond to my former employees torment of my bound body, and the shameful entertainment I would be providing them. In the end I really had no choice at all, andI promised my dungeon master silently that I wouldn't dally with myself ever again.
I couldn't see a thing, but there was no mistaking the feeling of the switch being dragged down my arm. He traced a path down, and his light touch was no accident as I twitched from the tickling assault. He worked his way down my flanks, and I hysterically thought it would never stop, but it did just long enough for him to ask me to whom we sold the treasure. I guarded my thoughts so I wouldn't give away any information, and the assault resumed, but this time with the soles of my bare feet. I struggled so hard trying to escape that I rattled the chains I was suspended from, and the dungeon master laughed at me as he kept up his torment of my helpless body. In my suspended position nothing was out of his reach, and my arms and flanks, as well as the backs of my knees all received equal attention.
It seemed I endured his abuses for hours as I was slowly rotated inside the heavy wheel, and my entire body was slick with perspiration and hurt from my repeated muscle flexing. I don't know when it happened, but at some point I caught myself thinking... "there was a man from Kent who bought two pieces"...
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I woke in my cell in what I assumed was the morning, naked and covered with the same rough blanket, but this time it was one of my former employees with my stale bread and water. The man's name was Tucker, and he was one of the younger men I had maintained a flirting relationship with, and I could tell he was seeing me in a whole new light just then.
"Ms. Eckhart told me to bring this to you, and to escort you to the lower facilities when you were finished", he said.
I could tell he was uneasy about this whole situation, and who could blame him. "Are you to be my new dungeon master today", I asked playfully. He nodded his head by way of a response, and I wondered if all men of this age were meek and mild, or just the ones I happened across. "Well 'Master Tucker', you will need to come in here and unlock my wrists from the bed frame so that I can eat, and I suggest you keep me cuffed so that I don't escape and get you in trouble with Ms. Eckhart. I further suggest you don't let her catch you showing me the slightest bit of mercy less you end up in my place."
He unlocked the door after fumbling to find the right key, and then did much the same thing as he searched for the proper key for my cuffs. He was inches away from me as he did so, and I had to fight the urge to kick off my blanket and wrap my legs around him right there I was so desperate for relief. He finally found the proper key and unlocked one of my wrists allowing me to pull my arms from over my head and sit up, and as I did so my blanket fell to my legs. I made no effort to cover myself up, and I would have been surprised if he didn't feel the heat of my arousal once my blanket was off. He looked directly at my breasts, and I wasn't sure if he was impressed with his first sight of them in the flesh, or if he was looking at the light marks Ms. Eckhart had placed on them the night before with her switch in her fit of rage when I deceived her.
"Are, are, are you sure your OK with this?" he asked in his cute stammering way, and I could see his hands shaking so badly that the keys were jingling.
"I volunteered didn't I?" I asked, leaving out the fact that I had been manipulated into this by the devious Ms. Eckhart. I knew I would need his, and the others cooperation to keep from going insane with unresolved lust, and for them to provide the relief I needed on the various torture devices in the dungeons, they had to know I wanted this.
I downed my water first as I had become slightly dehydrated from last nights activities, and after I ate my stale bread I stood and allowed my rough blanket to fall, exposing my lightly marked up body fully to Master Tucker. When I realised he was looking at my marks more than my naked flesh, I explained that Ms. Eckhart and I had a little training session of our own last night just to ensure I was up for what she had in mind. He seemed satisfied with that and watched me fold my blanket with some difficultly while still cuffed, but made no effort to help me either.
Master Tucker lead me to the lower facilities by my cuffs and then removed them so I could properly prepare myself for the coming day. I needn't have hurried because when I was done I was to clean that bathroom to spotless perfection first, and only then would I be allowed to leave and resume the rest of my day unfettered so as not to draw any additional attention from our guests. I suspected Ms. Eckhart was out of the castle and attending to her other duties at the royal library, and that she intended me to be busy and out of the guests sight until she returned to supervise the hands on portion of my training.
I was given proper serving wenches wear and a list of demeaning chores usually shared by the entire staff, and here I could tell that the entire staff had dumped the chores they disliked the most on me. I polished the armor, dusted the rooms, and generally tried to act as submissively as possible when the staff checked on my progress. I could tell they had already gotten used to being over me, and when I cleaned their coat room I not only found the marker board with my punishments listed, but several additional hash marks indicating where I had earned further punishments from them.
The castle tours ended late as usual, and at our closing meeting Henry complimented everyone at their first attempts to get me into the proper submissive frame of mind. Master Tucker handed me a list of additional chores for me to do, compiled by the staff and to be completed overnight out of sight of the guests. I was at least fed a proper dinner, but each night for the rest of the week I was to work late into the night before dropping onto my cot in the dungeon.
After the guests had left I was stripped of my simple work dress by the ladies who used to work for me so as not to damage it while I worked, and fitted with an iron collar, cuffs, and leg irons all connected by a single heavy chain. I suspected this was not only to reinforce their position over me, but to prevent me from escaping while providing amusement as my chains rattled while I worked in the quiet castle. I was exhausted by the end of the week and feeling like a slave, and for the most part treated like one by my former employees who thought they were doing me a favor. I had spent hundreds of years under constant control in my previous life in the dungeons, and by the end of the week I was once again little more than a prisoner in my mind. I also would have been naive if I didn't realise these were Beth's intentions from the start.
Friday night brought my mistress Ms. Beth Eckhart back into the castle, and after a full day of work at the mercy of my former employees all I wanted to do was rest in "my" dungeon cell after my shower. I had so many undeserved marks on my discipline board that I didn't ever expect to be sleeping upstairs again, but Iwas still surprised when a massive man wearing the traditional leather britches and mask of a castle interrogator came up to collect me out of the shower. I had taken to showering before I scrubbed down the lower facilities so as not to mess them up, and was surprised to see the man waiting for me silently with his muscular arms crossed as I exited the shower dripping wet. My dungeon masters from long ago never concealed their identify from me with a mask, because they never expected to release me back into the village where I could identify them. I again had become accustomed to submitting to the authority of just about anybody, and I meekly bowed my head and held out my cuffed wrists for this powerful man.
My silent captor lead me toward the dungeons after he blindfolded me, and I knew this wasn't master Tucker based on his sheer muscular bulk. Master Tucker would have no reason to hide his identity from me, nor would the others unless they were planning on doing something truly terrible. I became frightened as I approached the dungeons, and of the malice that my mistress Ms. Beth Eckhart apparently harbored toward me, but I had no choice as I was lead down the familiar limestone steps that felt especially cold under my bare shuffling feet.
I sensed there were several people down in the dungeons silently waiting for me, and as my muscular captor lead me through the dungeon I felt the heat of their bodies on my naked and wet skin as I walked close by. He didn't drag me to my fate, but where I didn't keep up it felt as if I were hitched to a team of horses he was so unyielding in his pace. I played a game in my mind that I had done thousands of times long ago, "What will they do to me tonight?" ...
I expected the great wheel as it had the most interest of all the dungeon's devices lately, and Beth had even made a video of me in it that sounded important to her. I was surprised to be lead over to what felt like the hanging chains instead, and I found my arms shackled high over my head and my legs spread and chained down to the floor by my muscular captor. He never said a word, but he chained me with that same unyielding strength that I knew him to have, and I thought at least this was a real man who was going to have his fun with me. I was positioned in a standing spread eagle, a favorite of my many interrogators as that position left almost all of my naked body vulnerable. I had expected to be humiliated and practiced on by my former employees and not this muscular man, but I also knew I was at the mercy of a mistress who was not in the habit of explaining herself.
My wrists were hoisted up until my ankle chains were pulled tight against the anchor points buried in the stone floor, and while I had definitely been suspended like this countless times before, this time I was blindfolded and clueless as to my interrogators identity, and their direction of assault. My toes reached for the rough stone floor that they just couldn't touch, and I knew the position my legs were held in used to drive men wild with lust. I was left to hang there on display for whoever was in attendance for what was apparently to be my first show, and I had no warning before the first blow finally landed across my naked thigh. The loud crack and immediate brutal sting told me two things. First, the instrument of my torture was likely the heavy leather strap that we also had reproduced, and second, the sting I felt told me Beth was almost certainly the woman wielding it. This was no willow switch, but it wasn't the bull whip either. I screamed out in pain and terror before I could stop myself, but I knew I had to remain silent and not scream out again less my mistress discover MY deception with her. In this one instance a gag would have been a welcome addition.
I grunted with each subsequent blow delivered by surprise and with varying amounts of delay, and I refused to intentionally give my mistress conformation of my earlier deception with her. She was ruthless with her target selection as the strap curled around my chest stinging both of my breasts at the same time, and she then targeted my womanhood and allowed the strap to travel all the way to my stomach from between my legs while behind me. I suspected she realised what I had pulled off on her earlier. I also realised she had the skill to whip me with the tip of the belt instead of the whole length of it, (the tip could be made to travel extremely fast with a flick of the wrist, and it's relatively small size meant it could do some horrific damage to human flesh), but she had chosen not to.
Was she being merciful with me, or did she still think she couldn't hurt me any more than the men could, and had chosen this display of my apparent perversions with pain to amuse whoever was in attendance? I had one more thought before I passed out from my mistress' whipping, what if the dungeon was full of aspiring FEMALE dungeon masters waiting to take their turn with me?
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I wokecold and wet, and with my blindfold removed. I saw an empty bucket and water all over the floor around my suspended dripping body, and my mistress Beth was standing right behind me on her toes in her high heeled boots hissing in my ear. "YOU LIED TO ME!" and I had no defense for her words because they were true! There were again cameras set up to record the event, and I wondered what she intended to do with the films of me she seemed to be collecting. Beth again spoke in my ear, but this time softly, "You don't deserve this, but this man has paid big money for the privilege of having you, and WE will settle up later when were alone!" I noticed my earlier fears of a dungeon full of female dungeon masters was unjustified, and that Beth and I were the only two women in the dungeons, however I didn't want to think about next time.
My muscular dungeon master, (that had rented both the dungeon and me for the event) picked up the leather strap and examined it in his hands before giving it several test swings. It was eight feet long and about two inches wide and made from supple leather. There was no handle to speak of, only an eye sewn into one end for the user to slip his or her wrist into. I was the recipient of it's attentions countless times over the centuries as I was chained and suspended in various helpless positions, and it could be made to cause terrible injury, or not, depending on the users skill and intentions. Having never wielded it myself I didn't appreciate how difficult it was to use well until Henry had unintentionally marked me up pretty well when we first received it from the restoration shop, but the orgasms that pain provided were worth the recovery time to me even though Henry felt terrible about it later. Beth was apparently very good with it, and while she gave me what she intended, she never really injured mewith her loud strokes, and when I noticed the relatively light marks she had caused on my body I felt like a wimp for passing out.
His first swing was gentle and had the strap wrapping around my midsection, but despite that a refreshing "Aha" escaped my lips instead of the grunts of pain my mistress had generated. It was apparent he had never wielded the strap before, and Beth took two swings with it again to tutor him on the finer points of it's use as I grunted with HER painful assault. She took me from behind so I couldn't see her, but I didn't need to, just as when I was blindfolded and whipped by her earlier and I knew it was her. My muscular dungeon master was again in control of the strap and was a fast learner, convincing me that this was more than a one time thing for him. I suspected he had his own dungeon somewhere, or that this was a serious hobby for him. He varied the pace of his swings just as Beth had done, and he moved around me in a slow circle clearly enjoying himself. He kept increasing the ferocity of his swings trying to duplicate the grunting noises tiny Beth had apparently generated from me with much less effort...
The pain of Beth's blows, followed by what felt to me like the caress of my dungeon master's, brought me to a place I hadn't been to in far too long. I had no reason to hide what I was getting out of my whipping either, and as I got closer and closer my groans got more lusty. I realised I was putting on one hell of a show for my muscular dungeon master and his friends in attendance, and I half expected him to pull back to ride me right along that edge I was straddling just as my ghostly dungeon masters did when I was chained up against Beth. As I danced on the chains I was suspended from I thought to myself, "please, just one more good one"...
It took three more good ones, but when "it" happened it felt like a dam breaking. I was soaked everywhere from perspiration, and freely flowing down my thighs as well, and I shook on my chains and screamed out at the top of my lungs in ecstasy until I was breathless. I could tell from the stinging all over my body that he had worked me over well, and I knew I would be sore for days long before the echos of my screams had even faded from the dungeon walls. Everybody there stared in stunned silence at my performance, and then broke into applause as I hung again on display. I couldn't imagine Henry was in the castle and not in attendance, and I assumed Beth had him again on another errand so we could be "alone".
My muscular dungeon master came up in front of me and thanked me for a magnificent performance, and as he hugged me I felt his hard manhood on my sweaty thigh. I thanked him as well, and asked what I could do for him in return with a nearly silent whisper. He was at least as sweaty as I was from his workout with the strap, and I thought it would be asking too much for him to whip me to another orgasm, and I reminded him quietly that I was his for the taking if he wanted. I instinctively knew this was a man of action, and before I could say another word he said something to Beth and she handed him her favorite gag that she had used to silence me on the great wheel not all that long ago. He and I were inches apart, and no one else in the dungeon were privy to our words as I mouthed a "thank you" to him before he buckled the large gag in place.
He reached down and unbuckled my ankle cuffs once I was effectively silenced, and in that position he couldn't help but to see the condition I had gotten myself into with his face inches away from my womanhood. I had missed the dropping of his medieval britches, but not his massive hands on each of my ass cheeks as he effortlessly lifted me into position. I felt the relief of slack in my wrist chains, and I grabbed them to help pull myself into position in obvious cooperation with him. It wasn't necessary as he had more than enough strength to hold me where he wanted, and as he lowered me onto his manhood it felt as if I were being impaled once again.
I twitched and squirmed with the large intrusion, but really had no control over the pace my dungeon master set. I wrapped my legs around his body when I bottomed out on his hairy thighs, and he bounced me up and down in little motions as strange noises leaked past my gag. His face and rough leather mask were all over my breasts, and as he pulled on my sensitive buds with his teeth it was like sensory overload. I twitched uncontrollably on his manhood and orgasmed a second time as I drooled past my gag struggling to breathe. He filled me violently after my orgasm started, and his fingers dug into my ass as I could do little more than go along for the ride as he buried himself in me fully. When I was finally done twitching he lifted me off of his impressive self and I pivoted my hips higher and presented my other self to him. He was still hard enough and slick with our combined juices, and I struggled to get him where I wanted him before our eyes met. He looked into my eyes as if to say "really", and so I wasn't misunderstood I nodded my head ever so slightly as I hummed an "um-hum" past my gag.
If I had turned around Iwould have seen every set of eyes watching us as he lifted me and rolled my hips and settled me onto him. I had to force myself to relax as I had not entertained Henry like this in months, and I was also pretty sure this man was slightly bigger than Henry was as well. I ended up with my thighs on his forearms, and my legs spread widely. His hands on my ass were holding most of my weight as well as spreading me out to accommodate him. I allowed my wrists to again hang from my chains to help him support me, and he was gentle with me, and himself, as he eased into my favorite act of perversion, only this time performed for a live audience for the first time in three hundred and fifty years or so.
The position I was in wasn't the best for this kind of thing, but despite that my muscular dungeon master slowly sank himself into my tightest passage as I heard him groan in a way that let me know this was as good for him as it was for me. He bounced me up and down, and it took forever for him to pop off a second time, and although I didn't orgasm again it was still wonderful for me. As I hung there waiting for him to relax I thought to myself, "there was a woman from the states that bought six pieces"...
My muscular dungeon master sat exhausted in a convenient chair as I was left to hang by my wrists, and I wasn't surprised to see Beth come over to collect me. Instead of delivering me back to "my" cell though, she lowered me back to the floor, and then to my knees as she padlocked both of my ankles to a single floor chain with no slack at all. My exhausted muscular dungeon master looked on with a puzzled look, (on the parts of his face that I could see), clearly indicating the show was over for him. His friends, (who just witnessed the most erotic show in their lives), looked on as my mistress Beth released each of my wrists from the overhead chains only to padlock them to the same chain both my ankles were attached to, rolling my breasts out on display. I was chained kneeling with my arms pulled back painfully on the cold stone floor and unable to move very much at all, but Beth still attached one of the hanging chains to my iron collar and hoisted it up until I could feel its pressure on my throat. I felt a mess forming beneath me on the stone floor as what had been put into me slowly dribbled out again. Was this position I was displayed in just for my further humiliation, or was the show not really over for me?
My body burned from the whip, and also from hanging from my wrists while I flexed my muscles in repeated orgasm, and with my body arched backwards I especially noticed my core muscle's complaints. Beth looked to the muscular man sitting in his chair who just rocked my world like no other in a very long time, and she told him she didn't think it was a good idea to send his friends home in such a state. She had chosen her words carefully, not really asking permission for his friends use of what he had rented, but not giving him much of a choice either. He waived his hand dismissively as his friends walked over to collect their prize.
Beth had told them earlier when they were alone that she would try to arrange it so there was something left for them, and each of them looked eager to get some of me for themselves. I was in a position to do one of two things, and with my gag in place only really one. The first man walked up with the riding crop Beth had handed him, and the lust in his eyes let me know he was looking forward to whipping my exposed breasts to see if he could make me orgasm as his friend just did. Whether Beth took mercy on me, or just didn't want me to have any more orgasms I don't know, but she walked up behind me and removed my intrusive gag before the man with the crop took a swing. She held my head firmly in her hands and pointed it at the man's bulging pants inches away, and she told him he could crop me to his hearts delight if I failed to give him the best head of his life!
I knew I gave great head as I have had hundreds of years to practice, and even used this method to steal nourishment from my captors long ago after I discovered it wouldn't kill me as the long gone ladies of the castle had warned. The crop could make me orgasm, but the injuries it could give me in the hands of an inexperienced man would cause me even more lingering discomfort in the days ahead.
I was instantly presented with his manhood on my drool covered lips, and my jaw was still open with the stretching effects of my gag as he pushed into me. I couldn't use my hands, but I had a lot of practice without them anyway, and I went to work on him as he held his hands lightly on the back of my head. He wasn't rough on me, and I genuinely wanted to please this unexpectedly kind man. I would tease him to the edge and let him go over and over again, and once I pulled away just long enough to tell him quietly to "use the dam crop".
The only place he could reach in our combine positions with the crop was my back and ass, and with my arms bound behind me as they were he couldn't get a very good swing either, but it was just about the perfect amount of stimulation for me as I decided to reward him and bring him off. He must have been saving up because he came in great gushes that were hard to keep up with, but I managed to without spilling one precious drop.
As we parted he mouthed a silent "thank you" to me as he looked into my eyes, and then turned and whispered something to his patient friend as he handed him the crop. The men had obviously shared what to do with the crop to get what they wanted from me, and each left with a smile on their faces. By the time I was finished with the men I had what amounts to a second dinner, but my throat was sore with the effects of that meal and I just wanted to sleep.
I found myself alone with Beth once again, and she admonished me not to say a word to Henry about my little show as he might not approve of sharing me with strangers. I was lead to "my" cell once again and put away for the night, but this time without any shackles, or even a collar to keep me out of trouble. I couldn't help but to think Beth wasn't being truthful with me as she had gone out of her way to film every moment of my adventure for some purpose that I had yet to learn.
I fell into a deep sleep despite the mess left inside of me, and the familiar taste that I couldn't wash away, and I wondered if my ghostly dungeon masters would be satisfied with the information I gave them earlier. I did so intentionally as I realized I could be made to reveal almost anything now that they knew my secret, and if I had to "talk" I might as well do so in exchange for what I needed...
story continues in The Bones In The Dungeon 6
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