THE DUNGEON

“What is this place?” Mary asked. Her tone was a suspicious one and she was a bit nervous.

She had never seen anything like this but she could guess they everything there was meant for torture.

Harry held her softly and kissed her to calm her down.

“This castle has been in my family for hundreds of years. This large room has several rooms within it. This is the dungeon and there are many cages within it. It has not been used for a very long time. More than a hundred years ago, this place was used to detain and torture high profile criminals and prisoners. Some say that sometimes, female prisoners were... used... in dungeons across the world as part of their torture. They were toyed with to make them confess. It is a horrible thing, but in there lies a dark part of my being that no one has ever known until now,” Duke Harry said to Mary.

Mary gulped as she stared at his face, listening to him the whole time.

“I dream about being a jailer enjoying a female prisoner. I have done my research. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you beyond what you can take. When you can’t take anymore say the word ‘penny’ and I will stop. But you should only say it when we have crossed your limit and the pain is excruciating,” he said to her.

She was a bit nervous but she was also eager to please him. She was curious and wanted to know how this would go. Still, the sight of the racks, the suspension equipment, the horsewhips, the hammers, the nails and other torture equipment intimidated her.

“Do you understand?” Harry asked her.

“Yes, Harry,” she said.

She received a stinging slap on her face that stunned her. It was not more than she could take but it took her by surprise and her mouth was open in shock. Harry slowly grabbed her and pulled her to himself as she tried to figure out why he slapped her. He kissed her and said “You will refer to me as ‘Master.’ Otherwise, you will be punished... slave,” he said to her as his right hand closed around her slender neck, choking her.

“Do you understand what I just said to you, you filthy thing?” he demanded in a husky whisper.

“Yes, Master,” she said with effort as she struggled to breath.

She was still very shocked but she was intelligent and she could tell that the “bondage sex” has started. She wondered how this could arouse the handsome nobleman’s passions. If anything, it intimidated her. No, it excites you, whispered a voice in the back of her head.

Harry instructed her to take off her clothes. She began to slowly undo her print clothes. She took off her cap and then, she was left in her underwear.

“All of it,” Harry ordered her as he seemed to select torture equipment. At this point, she was a bit intimidated, as though she’d mounted an untamed horse and was attempting to ride it without falling off and breaking an arm. She was no longer sure if she made the right decision to come down to the dungeon with the Duke. His actions were intimidating, but somehow, his firm, dominating words gave her a measure of  confidence. She could not understand how she could be so confused. Because you want him to possess you, whispered that voice again.

Harry turned around to see Mary naked as the day she was born. She had some hair in her pubic region but it was nicely trimmed. She had a perfect hourglass figure. She looked more beautiful without clothes than she looked with clothes on. He beckoned for her to come to him. He held her softly by the waist and began to kiss her as his other hand grabbed one of her breasts. His lips went to her neck as he sucked greedily while mauling her breast in his hand and pulling her closer to him. Her senses were overloaded and she could feel herself crumbling inside. She had never wanted anything this much. She felt like she was dying of pleasure. She held onto him and pressed her body against him as she moaned and groaned, almost crying. Despite her shyness, she could not control her hands as one of them went low, searching feverishly for his cock through his pants. She was shocked again when he held her hand, stopping her from moving any further.

“You only touch me when I permit you to. You will be punished,” he said to her in a firm voice that left her wondering if they were still role-playing or if he was really scolding her. She was not sure what to make of all of this.

“Get on all fours” he commanded her.

She slowly got on her knees and then, on her palms as well. Her arousal was still present even though it was waning. She felt embarrassed and humiliated. She felt degraded. She watched him fetch a black collar. She felt even more humiliated as he fastened the collar around her neck as if she was a dog. He attached a leash to the collar and began to pull it as he walked towards the center of the room where there was a horizontal beam hanging suspended by chains in midair.

She attempted to stand up and follow him as he tugged on her leash.

“Down, dog! You crawl until I say so,” he said to her.

She was not shocked at this. She had half expected it but she still felt humiliated. Her spirits were low and she was almost crying. Yet, she wanted to go along with it to the end.

“Maybe it gets better” she consoled herself as she began to crawl slowly and steadily towards her master and Lord.

Duke Harry proceeded to prepare her for the bondage she would be in. He first put the cuffs on her wrists and then, he put cuffs on her feet. A spreader bar was attached to the cuffs on her feet, making it difficult for her to move since her feet were spread widely apart. By this time, she had noticed that the hammer and other tools were not coming into use, or at least, had not come into use. It relaxed her a bit and she began to pay more attention to what the Duke was doing to her. She was eager, curious and willing to experiment.

“What is the...” she made to ask about the horsewhip she had seen earlier.

“You don’t get to talk, you whore!” he said to her as he forced a ball gag into her mouth and tied it around her head. He pulled her to the beam and fasted her hands to the beam in such a way that her hands were held high above her head. Then, he grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it so hard that she yelped in pain.

“Harry, you are hurting me,” She said, ignoring the protocol of calling him “Master”.

Master Harry was determined to get her into full obedience. Now that he had her fastened and motionless, he would do with her as he pleased. He slapped her left breast hard and fast. Mary yelled in pain and shock. Her eyes became wide open as Master Harry’s finger palm left a red print of his fingers on her fleshy breast. She was not sure if this was part of the sex and she earnestly searched his face for an explanation.

“You are a slave! You are at my mercy and I will do with you as I please! You refer to me as “Master”. Do you get that?” Master Harry said to her in a low tone as his left hand went to her hair, petting her at the same time.

She mumbled some words in her throat. Harry then decided to remove the gag ball.

“Yes, Master,” she said, realizing she deserved to be punished for breaking the rule.

“Without rules, we are nothing. I have to punish you for defying me. That is to teach you some respect. Now, I don’t want to hear a sound from you while I punish you” he said to her.

As soon as he had said that, his hand came down heavily and swiftly on the same breast he had hit the first time. The impact his hand made on the now reddened flesh made the breast jiggle. Miraculously, Mary did not yell but her eyes were watery with tears. It hurt like crazy. It burned on her breast and at the same time on her legs and in between her legs.

Suddenly, she noticed that she was becoming aroused. The moistness was arising from between her legs and she tried to force her legs closed but the spreader bar made it impossible to do so. While she was preoccupied with that thought, she felt another stinging slap on the nipple of the same breast. She screamed within her and bent as much as she could in pain. It hurt and it felt good at the same time. She wanted him to continue and she wanted him to stop.

“Please, Master. Please!” she cried.

“Good! Good!! You are learning some respect, but you are still breaking the rules,” he said.

“You deserve to be punished for that. Only three more, because you are improving” Duke Harry said.

Just like that, his hand descended heavily on that one breast with so much force that the breast bounced up and down severally. Mary felt like he had just cut her nipple off. The pain was much and she ground her teeth against each other to keep from crying out as fluid flowed from her eyes to her face, and from her pussy down to her knees. She could not understand how she could feel so much pain and so much sensual pleasure at the same time.

“Stick your chest out immediately,” Master Harry ordered and she quickly obeyed for fear that he would double her punishment. At the same time, she slightly bent forward and backward in fear of his offending, yet pleasing hand.

The strike came again heavily on the same breast and it was all she could do to hold the pain in as her knees gave way. Fortunately, the suspenders and the beam held her well so that she could not slump to the floor. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she prepared and anticipated the last strike on her breast. Just then, it hit her nipple again. The pain was excruciating. It felt like the nipple was bruised and bleeding. She clenched her jaws together and groaned loudly. The veins on her neck showed the effort she made to avoid screaming. This was more pain than pleasure and her face was already wet with tears.

“Tell me you love it,” Duke Harry said to her.

“I love it, Master!” she said, crying.

Duke Harry smiled at himself. He was going easy on her. He did not want to scare her from bondage sex but he was not done with her yet.

He bent his head low enough to get to her breast but not quite there. He wanted to see how aroused she was. Mary could not bear it. She could take no more. All she wanted now was to feel a cock inside her. Any cock whatsoever. She would kill for sex at this moment and she knew it. Instinctively, she tiptoed to push her breast into his mouth. She could only get the nipple in. The breast hurt and she needed him to suck on it. She wanted to rub on it but could not.

Harry’s hand came down hard on the breast as he yelled “Higher” at her, demanding that she raised her breast into his mouth. She did not need to be told twice. She found a way to lift herself on her toe enough to get her breast into his mouth. Master Harry then began to suck on her breast slowly. But this was not what she wanted. She needed him to just take her and fuck the life out of her. Her body quaked and her breasts shook with the lust that accumulated in her body.

“Please, fuck me, Master! Please!” she begged.

Master Harry smiled. He sucked on the breast some more, ignoring her pleas for his cock. His hand went to the other breast and he began to knead and squeeze. He pulled her nipples like he wanted to pull them out of her body. She moaned and groaned in desire and her very sound was animalistic. Her breathing was vastly increased and sweat covered her whole body as she stood there in agony, hoping for the much-needed respite of his cock.

Master Harry sucked on her breasts, alternating between each one. He sucked aggressively like a child who had not been fed for months. She groaned and moaned.

“Oh God! Oh God!! Oh, God!!!” She screamed in despair. She wanted to get fucked and she would agree to anything right now if it would get her a cock. Her whole body shone with the light that reflected of the glossy sweatiness of her skin.

And then the real fun began...