The Keep Part 1 – The Tour · Part 1 (1/2)
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The Keep –
Part One – The Tour
For years, even as a young girl, I had dreamed of visiting a real castle.
You know the ones pictured in the movies with endless stone steps and dark rooms lit only by torchlight. After several years of work after college, I was able to afford to book a tour of medieval castles of Europe. This was to be a 14-day tour to see the best Europe had to offer.
Although I had always loved medieval history, there was a darker side to my fascination. You see, castles have dungeons, and dungeons often held young ladies in chains that disobeyed the Lord of the Castle. As I looked over the brochures and descriptions of each of the ancient forts, I kept looking for pictures of the Dungeon and the torture devices used there.
Perhaps someday I might hear the clang of the door as all light is extinguished and all I can sense is the sound of the dripping water somewhere.
One bright summer morning the tour left New York on a flight bound for
Munich. From there we toured by bus for several days and castles before
I happened to notice that Donna the tour guide, had begun to show more than a passing interest in me. Donna's interest had increased after a guide at one of the castles had endeavored to show the group how dark and scary a dungeon can be by turning off the lights for a minute. In retrospect, she must have noticed the smile on my face as the lights came back on.
It turns out that Donna was originally from the US, but had spent the last 5 years in Europe hosting tours. We chatted several times and I took to sitting with her during the bus trips and during meals in the evening.
As it turns out, Castle Liebenstein was the Saturday stop. Tomorrow was
Sunday and was a rest day. We would stay in the area until Monday morning before heading for the next castle. Up to now, all of the castles had been suitably old and the dungeons were scary in a 'tourist' sort of way. All were well worth the trip, but all the same, not quite living up to my fantasy.
After lunch, we spent the next several hours climbing steps in the castle and roaming the grounds. Everything was normal until my tour guide friend pulled me aside and asked if I would like a personal tour of the dungeon after dinner. She said that there were parts of the castle not on the usual tour and that she thought I would enjoy the real thing. I remained outwardly calm and said that would be delightful. I asked if I should dress any differently than in the normal tourist jeans and tee shirt. Donna suggested a more formal attire as we would be meeting the Baron of the castle that evening.
I was on cloud nine for the rest of the afternoon. Donna intercepted me at before dinner, said that the Baron was home unexpectedly early, and had invited us for dinner at eight. We agreed to meet in the lobby of the hotel in time to take the short walk to the castle. I hurried upstairs to dress for the evening. I wanted to feel sexy but still proper. I figured that a little black dress is never out of style. Since the night was warm and I have a good figure, I wore my best black thong and no bra under the dress. A set of stockings and pumps rounded out my outfit.
We met in the lobby and I was relieved to see that Donna was dressed somewhat formally and that I was not out of place. We chatted as we strolled up the hilltop to the castle. Donna bypassed the normal front gate and took us around a more ordinary door that I had noticed but ignored that afternoon. We knocked, and after a minute, a distinguished looking gentleman who spoke English very well opened the door. The Baron led us to a wonderfully cozy library for a drink before dinner. We chatted about the history of the castle and of some of the fascinating events that had occurred over the years. I heard a bell tinkle and the Baron announced that dinner was ready. The Baron led the way to the elegant dining room we had seen earlier in the day on the tour. What a difference a couple of dozen candle made to the room. Now this was elegance!
This brings my story up the present.
Once dinner is underway, the Baron asks a peculiar question. "Have you seen my dungeon?" I say that I have. The Baron shakes his head and says "Those rooms you saw had been set up for the tourists. The real dungeon is farther underground and is far more primitive."
"Perhaps you might show us the real thing after dinner," I ask? The
Baron and Donna exchanged glances, something I think odd.
"Of course, my home is open to all of my guests." The rest of the meal is pretty much a blur and all of a sudden, we are back in the library for an after-dinner brandy.
After a delightful drink in front of a cheery fire, the Baron asks if we are ready for the tour. I ask if there is somewhere to 'freshen-up'.
The Baron points to a bathroom and Donna and I do our girls-to-the-bathroom thing. When we return, the Baron has candelabras for each of us to carry, as there is no electricity in the lower parts of the castle. How wonderful to be touring a castle by candlelight!
As we meander down a long hallway and began to descend a series of stairs, the Baron speaks of the terrible things done to a lady of the court who has betrayed the Baron in an affair of state in the 15th century. Except for the wine and after-dinner drinks, I think that I should be a little concerned as to what was happening. At the end of the sixth set of steps, we reach a massive iron-plated wooden door. The Baron produces a key and opens the ancient lock. The door creaks open to reveal a pitch-black space lit only by our few candles.
"Perhaps a little more light?" says the Baron as he uses his candle to light several torches on the walls. As he does this, I begin to take in the full awful purpose of the room. Around to sides of the room are a series of doors that leads to what I suppose are cells. In the middle are a pillory, stocks, a rack, and all manner of chains, fire pits, and braziers. Wonderful! I imagine what went on within these heavy stone walls.
Were beautiful girls bound and ravished until they repented for their misdeeds?
"Would you like a tour of the facilities," the Baron asked?
"I am yours to command" I reply quietly.
At this point, the reason for the earlier exchanged glances between the Baron and Donna becomes apparent. Donna speaks up and says, "The Baron is the reason I have remained in Germany for these last five years. He discovered my fascination with Dungeons during my second tour of this castle.
We make each return visit to Castle Liebenstein something special. Like you, I think, I have dark fantasies of the things that have happened to beautiful ladies here in the dungeon. With your permission, we would like to help you live out your fantasies."
I cannot believe what I am hearing. I sit still for a minute just staring at my lap and whisper "Yes that would be wonderful."
Both smile and the Baron says, "Excellent, of course no harm will come to you. You will be uncomfortable at times. If you say the words 'Mercy my Lord,' you will be instantly released from all further restraint and will return to the outside world. Until that moment, you will be treated as that 15th century wench who betrayed the Baron."
The Cell
At this point, the Baron motions me to stand and says, "Wench, you shall be punished for your treachery and in time you will tell me the name of the person who wants to steal my throne. Peasant, put her into a cell!"
Donna takes my arm and pulls me over to one of the doors set into the wall. She takes a key from a hook on the wall and unlocks the heavy door.
Picking up her candles, she pushes me into the small room. Inside is nothing more than straw on the floor, a bucket, and chains set deep into the slimy stone walls. Somewhere water drips. Donna says, "You will wait here until we are ready for you. As you can see, the walls are not very clean and when I chain you to the wall, you will ruin your clothing."
She merely stands there as I figure out her intent. I begin to take off my shoes and stockings. With more than a little trepidation, I also remove by dress and hand it to Donna. Standing there in nothing more than a black lacy thong, I think back to my choice of underwear earlier in the evening. A bra would have been better! I cover my breasts as Donna leads me to the chains on the wall. Donna pushes me to stand with my back next to wall. I was not yet touching the wall at this point. Donna bends down to attach an iron band to my left ankle. It is cold and heavy, but does not hurt. She then pulls my right ankle over about two feet and pulls the iron clamp onto my other ankle. It is really happening! My heart is racing so fast I am sure Donna can hear it in the tiny, quiet room.
Donna then asks if I am OK. Not trusting myself to speak, I nod and smile. Donna smiles back and reaches behind my back for a set of iron wrist manacles attached to a heavy old rope that runs over my head to a pulley higher up the wall. Carefully and slowly, Donna pulls my left hand from my breast and clamps my left wrist. She then does the same for my right wrist. The iron rings are tight and surely I cannot pull my hands from their iron grip. The padlocks are heavy and look to be unbreakable. Here
I am, almost naked in a dungeon cell about to be chained to a wall!
Donna walks across the cell and unhooks the rope. She begins to pull slowly on the rope so that it pulls my hands higher and higher in front of me. Quickly my hands pass my face. Donna stops when my arms are straight up. She says, "Wench, your lovely breasts are sure to be an enjoyment for the Baron." She then ties off the rope, and without another word picks up the candelabra and leaves the tiny cell. As she closes the door, the light scurries to follow her. The clank of the lock is loud and all that is left is darkness! I stand in the dark to contemplate my fate. I think that once my eyes adjust to the darkness I will be able to see something, but I cannot see even a dim glow around the door.
I begin to explore my bonds. My feet are a couple of feet apart and
I am standing on straw. I try pulling on each foot but am only able to rattle the chains. My hands are not really stretched but I cannot not pull them down, even a little. The only direction I can move is the few inches on the wall. As my bottom touches the wall, I get a shock! The wall is cold and wet! I immediately recoil and am content to stand there in the dark. I discover that I am sexually aroused and am sure that my panties (such as they are, are wet). I discover that I desperately wish to be able to touch myself to relieve the tension. Of course, I cannot move a muscle.
I cannot even bring my legs together to help rub.
After what seems an hour, I begin to wonder what is in store and just as importantly, how long is this going to last? Will I be set free Sunday?
At the end of the tour in seven days? Ever? What if Donna and the Baron have lied about releasing me? All these things are going around in my head when I hear a noise from outside the door. I hear keys in the lock and then the door quickly opens to bang against the wall. In comes Donna carrying the candelabra and dressed as a peasant woman. The Baron dressed as a feudal lord strides in behind her as she bows to his presence. He wears a fearsome scowl! "Prisoner, you have embarrassed me for the last time. You are here to pay for your crimes! You will give me the name of the traitor or these walls will be the last thing you will see for the rest of your pitiful days." He notices my thong. "Peasant, what is that thing the prisoner is wearing about her loins? Remove it immediately!"
Donna (the peasant) springs to life and scurries over to me. As she gives me sly smile, she bends down to my thong, pulls out the string over my hip, and using one of the candles, burns it apart. She does the same to the other side but drips hot wax on my leg as she does so. I gasp, but do not cry out as the peasant pulls the tiny scrap of cloth from me. Now totally naked and spread in front of strangers, I feel deep shame and embarrassment.
The Baron considers me for a moment says, "A good figure indeed." As he walks up to me he takes a breast in each hand and murmurs, "So these are the weapons that allowed you to be so effective in your treachery against me. You may regret those earlier pleasures." He drops my breasts and follows the curve of my abdomen almost down to my pussy. "A little scrawny for my taste," murmurs the Baron. Humph, I have always been proud of my slim body and through exercise kept my stomach flat. Boyfriends have referred to my boobs as cute and perky.
While I am momentarily distracted, the Baron turns to address the peasant.
He says, "See to her needs and bring her to the torture chamber." Then he leaves the cell. The peasant puts down the candelabra and comes over to me. The peasant produces a scrap of rough cloth about four inches wide and about five feet long. She takes a length of leather thong and ties it securely across my hips. Once done, she threads the cloth through the cord in back, underneath and finally up through the front. I am wearing a sort of loincloth. I welcome this addition even though the cloth is very rough and scratchy.
She then begins to release my ankles and allows me to stand with my feet together. This is a welcome rest and change of position. I begin to ask the peasant what is going to happen but I am stopped by a light slap on the cheek. "The prisoner will not speak while here. The Baron forbids any attempt on your part to try to sway me against the him. You may say only three things here. "Yes my Lord". "No my Lord", and "Mercy my Lord".
I will report any further utterances. You have been warned!" I shut up!
The peasant begins to undo the rope from the wall and lets my hands down. Again, I enjoy the freedom of movement. My hands are released but immediately I am turned around and another leather thong is used to bind my hands behind me. She places a noose over my head and loosely hangs it around my neck. The peasant picks up the other end of the noose and pulls me from the cell. As I reach the main room, I stop in shock! A fire burns in a brazier and more torches flicker around the room. With more light, I can see that the torture engines have a well-used look and I can see that they are well maintained. These are not merely antiques! The peasant feels my halt and tugs harder for me to follow. What can I do but follow?
The Chamber
The Baron sits smoking a pipe and reading a book in a leather chair.
"Kneel in front of the Baron!” hisses the peasant. The floor is cold stone and kneeling is uncomfortable. My head is pushed down so that all I can see is the Baron's boots. My hair cascades down in front of my eyes and blurs even that view. I keep silent for what seems like 10 minutes while the Baron smokes his pipe and turns pages. Finally the Baron asks, "Wench, are you ready to tell me his name"?
I look up to the Baron and say, "I don't know what you are talking about.
I am innocent of these charges."
I hear a slight whoosh and feel the quick sting of a thin stick across my behind. I yelp! The peasant said very quietly, "Do you so quickly forget your instructions"? I get the hint, "No my Lord".
"It's a pity you will not tell me what I wish to know. You will tell me in time, but will have suffered needlessly. Peasant, take the wench to the pillory and secure her there." I am pulled over to the tall post near the middle of the room. My heart is racing and the sound of blood in my ears is loud. The thong is removed from my hands and my wrists are put into the iron bracelets. From the other side of the pillory a rope is pulled that tugs my hands still further up the pole. At this point, I am standing on my toes and wondering what is going to happen next. I do not have long to wait.
The Baron stands behind me and whispers, "This is a gentle whip, a gentleness that you do not deserve, wench. It will not scar that pretty flesh of yours.
It will however, remind you of your utter helplessness here." With that, he stands back and swings the whip against my back. I scream both with the flash of pain and because of the loud crack in the quiet room. A ribbon of fire spreads from my right shoulder down to my left hip. I could not believe this was a "gentle" whip. I had never been spanked or paddled as a child, so this is my first experience with someone striking me. The Baron again appears in my ear. "See how gentle I am? If you have nothing to say we shall proceed." The baron delivers a second stoke that hurts just as much as the first. I scream again as the lash forms an "X" across by back.
"She suffers the whip well my Lord," says the peasant. "Perhaps another
10 lashes will free her tongue." the Baron muses. With that, he slowly begins to strike my back and behind 10 more times. I am in agony, but strangely, feel aroused. I have never felt like this before. How can being tied up and in pain make me feel this way?
The Baron is finished for the moment. As I regain my breath, my captors walk out of the Dungeon. I hang on the post to consider my plight. Here
I am, nearly naked and tied to a post. My whole back is stinging and yet.
And yet I am OK. This has been my fantasy for years and now I am living it to the utmost. I may never get this chance again.
I wait…
Just as I start to look around the room to see what might await me, the Dungeon door opens again. "Well my dear, are we ready to talk," asks the Baron?
"No my Lord" is my answer. I cannot believe I am saying this. With a sigh, the Baron begins to unclamp my wrists. When both are free, he pulls me over to a low wooden table. I recognize a rack.
"Would you like to rest since you have been standing a while?" asks the Baron with a sly grin? I can only stand mute and motionless. The Baron eyes me for a moment and then pushes me onto the table. He swings my legs to one end and pulls each ankle into a narrow cutout in a board running across the rack. Swiftly he slaps another board with matching holes over my ankles. He makes a show of putting a pin in each end to make sure the boards holds my feet securely. The holes are just a little too tight to be comfortable. My feet are spread across the wide table. As I sit there watching my feet, the Baron is busy with a couple of ropes behind me. He then guides me down to the table.
As soon as my back touches the wood, I realize two things. The wood is rougher than I had thought it would be and my back was still stinging. My left arm is pulled over my head and my wrist is captured in a thick rope noose. My right arm soon follows and
I am again captured and helpless. I am not stretched but I cannot pull my arms down more than an inch or so.
The Baron sits down on the table next to me and stares at my exposed body. He begins to run a single finger lightly over my belly. I involuntarily flinch and feel my belly quiver at his touch. Taking his time, he traces the outline of my lowest rib. I am ticklish and this is right on the edge of making me laugh. However, I don't dare. Slowly he moves up the center of my chest and traces a circle around each breast.
"Did you know that some women had their breasts cut off to make sure that they never could entice a man to do evil again?" asked the Baron.
At my gasp, the Baron smiled, pats my cheek, and gets up to move to the head of the rack.
As he pulls on a lever, I feel the ropes tighten around my wrists. Not too much, but 'noticeable'. "Racks really have several purposes, my little wench." says the Baron in a cheery tone. "They are used to pull limbs out of sockets. As you can imagine this is very painful. A second use is to make sure that the prisoner cannot move and spoil the other torments in process." With that, he takes up all of the remaining slack on my wrists.
A further notch and I begin to be pulled up the rack over my tender back and behind. My legs are now straight and taut. I raise my head to look down at my body. Even my stomach is flatter than usual. The loincloth was not hiding much at all but I had to admit I have a good body. The Baron must have seen me peeking for he laughed and slipped a blindfold over my eyes that shut out all light. I start to protest but the Baron quickly grabs a nipple and squeezes a bit. "If you cannot be trusted to speak only when spoken to, you will be gagged. Do you understand?"
" Yes my Lord."
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