The Keep Part 1 – The Tour · Part 2 (2/2)
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I lay my head back and try to relax and let my muscles take up the strain, but the Baron takes up the slack almost instantly. I am now having a little difficulty breathing and my shoulders are beginning to ache. Suddenly I feel something like a stick begin to trace a path from my feet up to my crotch. Another kind of whip for sure! The handle is placed up against my pussy and I begin to feel a slow rhythmic motion. I have not realized how hot I have become and almost instantly begin to pant. As the Baron rubs harder, I respond to his motion even though the cloth covering my pussy begins to scratch and hurt a little. In any event he soon stops.
The switch resumes its trip up my body and only stops when the end begins to tickle my nipples. I squirm for a moment until the damned rope is tightened a further notch. Now I am concentrating totally on my wrists and ankles.
Then comes that whishing sound and the switch strikes the outside of my left thigh! Then the inside! And I though it hurt on my back! This was much worse even though I could dimly tell that the Baron was not hitting as hard as on my back. He slowly moved up my body striking me a few inches up higher each time. He plants one right across my pussy that did cause a scream. As he moves up higher, he begins to change to timing so I cannot brace myself for the next whack. When he reaches my breasts he makes sure he plants two swipes directly on each nipple. I was moaning loudly at this point and was on the verge of an orgasm when he stops and loosens the ropes a couple of notches. I am breathing easily again, but before I can relax he gives me six alternating whacks on the soles of my feet.
"Well my pretty wench, any words for me?"
I think long and hard before I say "No my lord". At this, the Baron throws his whip on me and stomps away. I hear the door open and shut. I am alone in the silence.
I wait…
Night and Morning
Just when I began to worry, the door opens again and someone approaches.
My blindfold is removed and there leaning over me is my peasant. "Donna.."
I begin. "Quiet! I have told you before about speaking. I have been given directions to prepare you for the night as the Baron is through with you until morning." The peasant removes the ropes from my wrists and makes me sit up straight on the rack. My hands are pulled behind my back and metal manacles are put on my wrists. I guess they are more comfortable than the tight ropes, but not much. The peasant then loosens the pins holding the board that holds my ankles. Heaven! She swings my legs out over the table and pulls me to stand up, which I do, if a bit unsteadily. She leads me back to the cell I had started in. The peasant pulls me over to the bucket and asked, "Do you have to pee?" I look at her as if to ask how.
She merely stares at me until I nod that I do. She roughly pulls the loincloth from underneath until it comes off in the back. I squat down and do my best to hit the bucket. When I finish, she puts the loincloth back on.
She pulls me back to the wall where I had stood before. I began to fear that she is going to make me stand against the wall all night. My fear increases as she fastens each ankle as before. However, this time, instead of reaching for the cuffs behind me, she makes me kneel and then lay in the straw on the floor. She then grabs a neck collar attached to the opposite wall that I had not really noticed before. She locks it around my neck and pulls the chain taut. I am lying on my stomach, feet spread, and hands chained behind my back. "Comfy dearie?" the peasant asks as she picks up the candle and leaves the cell. Again, I am plunged into absolute darkness.
The dripping water continued and I wait to see if I can get some sleep.
After what seems hours I am about to drift off when I hear a small rustling in the straw next to me….
I awake with a start and as I come fully awake, I find I can see. I lift and turn my head to face the light. All I can see are the rough shoes of my peasant. "Wench, the Baron offers you a gift. If you would like, I will take you upstairs to get you cleaned up and eat a little breakfast.
In any event, your questioning begins in an hour. You may stay here or go as you wish but I need your answer now." Fantasy or not, I desperately want a shower and some breakfast! "Yes please" I sigh with relief.
Donna unlocks my neck and ankle cuffs. My hands are also freed and the peasant hands me a long woolen pullover shirt. I put it on and follow Donna up two flights of stairs. As we walk, Donna asked, "Are you OK? Is this your fantasy?" I reply, "I'm fine. A little stiff and cold, but I'm fine.
And yes, this is wonderful. What happens now?" Donna turns to me and says, "That is entirely up to you. Today is a rest day so the tour will not move on until Monday morning. In fact I went back to the hotel last night and slept there in case there were any problems with the other tourists."
At the top of the second flight of stairs, we go into a small room furnished with only a table and chairs and a door that looked to lead to a small bathroom. I went immediately the use the toilet. There is no shower or tub so I use the sink to wash myself as best I can. Even though I cannot not wash my hair, I feel civilized again. I am not sure of what to do with the loincloth so even though it was a bit smelly I put it back on. Ugh!
When I emerge there are cakes and jelly and most wonderful of all, a cup of hot coffee. I sit down and Donna motions me to eat.
"We thought you might like a break seeing as how this is your first time", said Donna opening up the conversation. "I went through exactly what you are experiencing the second time I was here."
In between mouthfuls, I ask, "How did you do? Were you not scared of what might happen?"
Donna replied, "We only have a few minutes more, but I was pretty scared.
I didn't have someone like you do with me being here. Are you going to continue today?"
I think about it for a minute and ask, "You are obviously going on the tour tomorrow. Do I go also or am I expected to stay here and somehow get
Donna replies, "It's up to you. You can go either way. It you are going to continue today I suggest you use the toilet one more time and then we have to go."
"OK, I think I can go the rest of today at least. Like you, can I come back some other time?"
Donna looks the clock on the wall and says, "That's between you and the Baron. Now we really do need to hurry!" I go to the bathroom one last time. As I came out of the door, Donna had obviously changed character.
She was the peasant again and was impatient to go. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back", she orders. I comply and again feel the leather thong around my wrists. Before we move, the peasant puts a rough sack over my head and ties it loosely around my neck. She then tugs on my arm to get moving.
I am guided out of the room and back to the stairs. The peasant hisses, "Wench, we are at the top of the stairs, if you fall it's your own fault"!
This is Donna's way of telling me that we are at the top and to make my next step carefully. We take each of the flights of stairs slowly. I make it OK. Once at the bottom, she puts the noose around my neck again and
I am led through the door back into the Dungeon. By this point, I am a mess of conflicting emotions. On one hand, I am petrified in anticipation of the day's promise. On the other hand, I cannot wait for those same surprises.
My hands were untied and my shirt is pulled up over my head. Still in darkness from the hood, I am led another step forward and my head is pushed into a groove into a thick board. I thought "Stocks! I'm being put into
Stocks." Each hand in turn is similarly placed into a cutout into the same board. I feel another board pushing down on my neck and wrists. The sound of a lock is loud in my ears. Metal cuffs were then placed on each wrist and I am unable to pull my hands out of the board.
A tugging at my neck and the bag is pulled up. I can see! Well I can see but there is not much to see. There cannot be more than a few candles lit and all I can see in front of me is a stone wall and floor. The peasant takes my left foot, pulls it out to the side, and ties a rope around my ankle. She does the same with the right. I find I cannot pull my feet closer together than about three feet. The pressure on my neck becomes uncomfortable until I discover that standing on tiptoe relieves the pressure. After a minute or so, I feel a hand on my hip. The thong around my hips is loosened and the cloth covering me is pulled away. Well, I was expecting to be totally naked at some point but I cannot help but feel more exposed and vulnerable standing in stocks with my legs spread! And then another thought struck.
My boobs are hanging free below me and I can do absolutely nothing to protect them.
As all of these thoughts are racing through my head a whip with many thin strands appears in front of my face. It lingers there for a few seconds and after a moment, I feel a band of fire on my bottom. I cry out! Someone is whipping me! In quick succession, I get nine or ten more and cry out with each stroke. Then two are delivered to the inside of each thigh and one more for each breast. I am on fire all over! "Please stop!" I cry!
"Silence wench! You know the only words you are permitted!" With that, I hear more footsteps over to the door. As the peasant leaves the room, she takes all of the light with her candelabra. I am in total darkness once more.
I wait…
A little help
This is too much to bear! As soon as I can, I will say the magic words that will release me from this torture. But it looks like that may be awhile.
I suspect that I am to remain bound and in pain like this until the Baron is ready to come down. I begin to cry softly in the dark. I have no way of knowing how long I will need to wait. I cannot even tell how long I have waited. After a while, I notice a strange sensation building in my crotch. I cannot believe I am aroused! I discover that I am still enjoying this. I begin to remember my fantasy of the maiden trapped in the dungeon.
I must be a fetching sight, all exposed for the Barron to use as he wishes. I guess that this position is designed to make me very helpless against whatever the Baron wants to do. Perhaps this is where I am to be raped or even worse! All l can do is wait in silence. My toes are getting tired. I am alternating standing on tiptoe to take the pressure off my neck and resting my feet before they cramp up. I cannot keep this up forever.
After what seems like a long time, I hear footsteps outside the door. The door opens and welcome light reenters the room. I must be the Baron coming back. He has not spoken but I cannot see anything beyond directly in front.
More footsteps moving around the room. Every few seconds the room gets brighter. He is lighting the torches around the wall.
The footsteps get closer but I am confused by a shuffling sound that also comes closer. All of a sudden, the peasant stands in front of me.
She is naked! I cannot see her hands but I guess that they are tied behind her back. The Baron finally speaks "Peasant, kneel in front of the prisoner."
The peasant kneels on the cold hard stone. There is not much room between the stocks and the wall, so her face is right next to mine. As I turn my head, I can look into her eyes. I see a tiny grin.
A hand appears on my behind! The Baron is stroking each cheek, as if assessing a melon in the store. He begins a more intimate probing and I gasp as a finger enters my pussy. The Baron explores for a second, and then withdraws. "Looks like you have provided your own lubrication," the
Baron murmurs as he immediately probes my ass. I cry out and try to clench against the invasion. The Baron merely leaves his finger in place and says quietly, "Do you dare oppose my wishes, wench?" I relax as best I can while the Baron continues the invasion for several more seconds.
Finally, he pulls out and I relax a little. "Wench, do you have a name for me this morning"? I whisper "No my lord".
"Shall we continue this rather unpleasant task?"
"Yes my lord," I whisper. Again, I marvel at the tingle I feel as I say these words.
"I see that you are tiring of standing on your toes. I have something to fix that." A rope appears around my hips. The Baron ties a knot underneath my tummy and pulls the rope between my legs and attaches it to something above me. He begins to pull and the rope slides up inside me. It only tales one pull to take almost all of the weight off of my feet. But at what a cost! My pussy is on fire as I begin to feel the full impact of the pressure.
I cannot relieve the crush as I am already on my toes. I begin to pant as I struggle to accept the pain. "Let me help you bear the pain. Peasant, attend to the breasts of the wench," orders the Baron.
She quickly moves around the rack and positions herself under me. She begins to fondle my nipple with her lips and teeth. I had never had a woman touch me there before and I am not sure I like this. But it appears I have no choice in the matter. While I am engrossed in the sensation, a band of fire appears on my back. Damn! I'm being whipped again. I cry out and flinch as much as I can but I discover that the peasant has her teeth firmly capturing a nipple. Now my nipple is on fire too! I must remain absolutely still to avoid still more pain. The whip appears again and again on my back. My hips are not safe. Several strokes curl around my hips and hit my tummy. Owww!
This hurts even more and I flinch in spite of the pain in my nipple.
Then the count begins to move down to my ass and thighs. The rope between my legs hurts quite a lot, but even so, it protects my pussy when the whip is used between my legs. I cannot believe the Baron is whipping me on my pussy! I scream with every stroke! Thankfully, the Baron moves on to my thighs. Unbelievably, I am thankful for a whipping on my thighs! After several more minutes, the Baron barks out "Peasant! Stop that and resume your station!" The peasant instantly stops sucking on my breast and scurries over to her previous position. I dimly realize that I miss her efforts.
More steps, an opening and closing door, and all is again quiet in the room.
Slowly my breathing begins to slow as I recover from the whipping. The worst part is that I cannot rub any of the sore spots. I also begin to realize that the skin around my wrists is becoming sore. I must have been pulling on them during the whipping. I whisper, "Donna, will I be OK? This is so hard!" Donna answers my plea, "You are doing fine. The Baron's whips do not leave permanent marks, and despite what you think, you are not in danger." Then back in character, "Wench, I cannot help you, we must not speak. I have been commanded by the Boron to report any attempts you may make to try to influence me in any way. We must keep silent.
I have no idea of the time! Has it been only since yesterday? I have not seen a clock or daylight since the hotel yesterday. Is it morning or evening? I cannot tell. At least I have someone to look at. Not that I have a real choice. The peasant is obviously suffering as she kneels on the cold stone floor. She cannot be comfortable. What am I saying? Here
I am with a rope up my pussy, standing on sore toes, with my wrists and neck in stocks. Not to mention my body a mass of aches from the whippings.
I begin to wonder what will be next. I try to remember what other means of torture are in the room. I've seen the whipping post and rack "up-close-and-personal'.
I shudder to think of the fire pit and the chains hanging from the ceiling.
I hear footsteps. The Baron is returning. I hear him return to the room.
"Peasant, on your feet and come over here" the Baron commands. She immediately climbs to her feet and disappears from my view. "Remove the wench from the stocks and bring her to me," he commands. I feel the rope pulling up into my pussy begin to fall away. OWWW, I have not felt the pressure since my pussy must have gone numb, but now the blood returning brings pain with it. I am on fire and I cannot even rub it to help make it feel better.
I am still held motionless in the stocks. I feel each ankle in turn being freed. I can stand up straight with my feet close together. It feels good to move even a little! In the next instant, the now familiar bag is roughly pulled over my head. Now I cannot see anything except a little light.
The peasant removes the cuffs from my wrists and lifts the stock that has imprisoned me for such a long time. How good it feels to stand up straight.
How soon that thought would seem funny! I have only a second or two to rub my wrists before she grabs my arm and pulls me to the center of the room. "Hold out your hands," the Baron commands. I obey. "Do you still resist me"? I have to think for a moment. I can utter only three phrases.
"Yes my Lord," I reply in my best defiant tone. I feel large, soft cuffs being wrapped around each wrist. Around my ankles are narrow straps. I feel chains being attached to each wrist. A rattling sound and my hands are pulled above my head and apart. The bag is pulled from my head and
I am staring directly into his eyes. He does not blink and appears to be studying me.
He stares for a minute and I feel I must drop my gaze. After a moment, I notice I am standing between two tall posts about six feet apart with an arm attached to each one. "Stand on this box," orders the Baron. I step onto a box about a foot high. Immediately, the Baron and peasant pull on chains that pull my arms taut and force me to stand on tiptoe again. At least the wrist cuffs are not metal! A rope is tied to each ankle and at a nod from the baron, the peasant pulls the box out from under me. I am hanging from my wrists from posts! Immediately my ankles are pulled out and down so that I am cannot move a muscle. If I though I was exposed before, this is far worse! My feet are so far apart I feel stretched beyond any reasonable limit. Anything the Baron wants to do now, he can. I can no more move a muscle than I can fly!
The Baron runs his hand up the inside of my thigh and I shiver at the touch. "Wench, what do I need to do to get you to reveal your dirty secret?"
wonders the Baron out loud. "More of the whip? Or perhaps hot brands all over this beautiful body?" I hardly hear what he is saying as I begin to respond to his touch. Although my shoulders are already beginning to ache from the strain of hanging a foot off the floor, I feel excited. Why can't this Baron bring me to cum?
"Perhaps some fire?" the Baron asks. I hear this and my mind is instantly clear. "Fire?" I cry out. "Silence wench!" I can only stare as the Baron picks up a single candle from the table. I begin to whimper as he approaches.
He holds the candle in front of my face so close that I can feel the heat.
Then he turns the candle on its side and hot wax drips right onto my chest.
I cry out again in shock over the hot wax. It is hot, but not as hot as the flame. He immediately begins to drop wax all over the front of me.
Wax appears on my breasts and legs. He even drops wax on my nipples! Then right around to do the same on my back and behind.
"Still keeping your secret from me, wench?" ask the Baron from behind.
I can only nod, lost in the sensation of the hot wax and the pull on my arms. Strangely, I am hotter than ever. Why doesn't the Baron make me cum?
Even as I wonder, a finger begins to fondle my pussy. I instantly respond to his touch and moan quietly. The Baron, hearing this, stops and walks over to a table and picks up some cloth and a leather strap. He walks around behind me and commands me to open my mouth. As I do, he stuffs the cloth into my mouth and uses the strap to pull the cloth deeply into my mouth.
Now I cannot utter anything useful other than a whine. "This should keep your annoying voice silent." He resumes playing with my pussy and for the next 10 minutes plays me like an instrument. I explode with the most powerful orgasm I have ever experienced! Wave after wave passes over me and after a minute or so I am breathless and spent.
The Baron, seeing this smiles and walks to the door. "Peasant, come with me." He calls out. He opens the door, and with one last look to me, leaves the chamber. I am hanging all alone in a stone dungeon with only the sound of dripping water to keep me company. I realize that the torches are almost out. Soon there is only one small light in the room. Then it too goes out.
I wait…
The Keep Part 1 – The Tour · Part 2 (2/2)
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