Bondage Barbie Deluxe · Part 2 (2/2)
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"Well sir", I told him, "I didn't think dolls could talk, but if I could I would say I'd love to see what's in your toy room, and I promise not to tell a soul for as long as you say."
The phrase "toy room" got Don's attention because that's what his ex-wife called this place. Don was no doubt trying to think to himself who else could have told me about the toy room, and my unintentional slip might force me to reveal the letter that I intended to keep secret. Ken took a key out by the way it sounded, and the door behind us opened. I guessed we were heading back under the ballroom floor that I thought was the bottom floor of his mansion. Don backed me through the open elevator door and into a dark chamber, that got real dark after the elevator door closed into the stone wall. Don turned a knob on the wall and many medieval looking torches lit, obviously fueled with gas.
A large stone chamber came into view, it looked like part dungeon and part museum. I was literally overwhelmed, and didn't see Don come around in front of me to gauge my reaction. He stood there just looking at me through the plastic window and finally I broke the ice and asked him if I was a talking Barbie or not. He chuckled and said I could talk all I wanted.
"Thank you", I said.
He asked me what I thought of his little museum, and I told him I could see it better if he let me out of my box. That was the second time I got the man to smile and he said "of course" as he pulled the lid off the box and removed all the straps holding me in there. It felt better to not be talking through my box lid and I asked Don if there was a bathroom down here. He showed me the way to a nice bathroom with a large bathtub, the door hidden behind an alcove wall as not to spoil the effect of the the room. It took me longer than I would have liked with the boots on, and I told Don I was sorry to keep him waiting. He said it was OK, but I could tell by his face I was delaying something he had waited for years to achieve. I was glad I left the chains from my cuffs in the bathroom, it would have only slowed me down even more.
He started the tour at the hand tools hanging on the wall, and he assured me all of these things were authentic and old. He explained what the less obvious ones were for, and most of those were ghoulish and designed to kill and injure mostly women. Don theorized that medieval men were as sexually repressed as any others, but that women had such a low status in that society that they were fair game for the most heinous treatment.
I could see the disgust on his face at the design and purpose of the hand tools, but oddly I think understood why he had them. I just didn't think most other people would, and it was best to keep them hidden down here.
I had trouble keeping up with Don, my legs were stiff both from the boots and hours with my knees locked in the box. We got to a rough hewn oak bench with it's narrow top and sides worn smooth. It was more like a massive heavy saw horse than anything else and it had heavy iron rings riveted at the base of each leg. Don could see my interest in that one and explained it was Scottish and at least four hundred years old. The surfaces weren't sanded smooth for comfort, but were de splintered and worn that way by thousands of torture sessions on it. I rubbed my hand on the surface and let how it got that way sink in as we walked toward the next area. I wanted to try that one, I thought to myself.
The next area was a jail cell that was made out of stone, with a heavy oak door and a small window for the people on the outside to see if the people on the inside were still there. A small opening on the bottom of the door would let the guards push in food or water if they felt like it. There was a bucket it there for relief and I walked into the cell to see it from the inside. Don playfully closed the heavy door on me and I felt trapped inside the dark cell. I couldn't believe how hot this stuff was getting me! I wanted to try this one out also, maybe even overnight.
There were several other stations, one with chains and iron cuffs hanging down, and matching ones on the floor. There was a gibbet cage hanging near the other chains, and a selection of iron cuffs and various whips and floggers. Of all the things down there the stocks looked the least menacing, and I pointed that out to Don. He told me I guess that all depends on what is being done to you when your in them, and I conceded the point. Don told me all were several hundred years old, but not from the same collection, or even the same country. I asked him if he had a rack, and it was apparently a sore subject as he told me authentic ones were hard to find outside of a real museum, and so far weren't available at any price. I noticed there was room for Don's museum to grow and wondered if it would with his divorce.
That looked like it concluded the tour and we had a "what now" kind of moment. I was still hardly dressed and just took a tour of a much older man's private dungeon, and as crazy as it seems, I wanted more than a tour from this older powerful man. I reminded myself that at the start of the night I was expecting a gangbang, and so far it didn't look like I would get that. I told Don that with the exception of the creepy hand tools, I would like to try out all of his collection. I didn't think I could be any clearer than that, and Don apparently didn't think so either judging by his ear to ear grin. "It could be rough" he warned me. I asked him to TRY not to leave any permanent marks, if he could help it. I was so hot I would have had sex with a porcupine.
Don told me to strip and put my things in my Barbie box. I told him I wasn't going to make this easy on him, and if he wanted me nude he would have to do it without my help. I told Don I wanted the whole treatment, just like I was a prisoner in one of the castles where he found this stuff. And I told him to hurry before I lost my courage and chickened out on him. Don grabbed me by my collar chain and dragged me over to the hanging chains and secured my wrist cuffs high up on the chain, removing the antique cuffs first. Next my legs were secured with the leather cuffs, still around the ankles as part of the long boots, to the floor chain firmly fixed to the floor, about three feet apart.
I was helpless when Don started cranking an old wooden wheel on the wall. My body was stretched tight and my tits were trying to pop out of my top. I held on to the chains to relieve the pressure on my wrists as I watched Don walk to the elevator door. I just stared in disbelief as he shut off the torches and left in the elevator plunging the whole room in complete darkness.
I just hung there on the chains and the dungeon was silent, no noise at all except my breathing and my heartbeat. I don't think I was there very long when I heard what I thought was something moving down there with me. I struggled in vain with the same chains that no doubt held countless prisoners like me hundreds of years before. My struggles cracked about every vertebrae in my back all at once like I was at a chiropractor, and I felt great! As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could see a faint blue glow from the torches pilot lights, and every once in a while thought something moved in front of one of them in the direction of the noise I heard. I suspected I wasn't alone!
I heard the elevator and was relieved to see Don step out and relight the torches, this time bare chested and wearing loose fitting black pants and boots like the dungeon master in an old movie. A small part of me wanted to laugh, but I knew I was helping Don to live out his fantasy, and he was helping me live out mine. I didn't tell Don that I thought his toy room was haunted, the thought slipped away from me as quickly as it came. Don had a serious look on his face when he told me he wanted to know how I found out about the toy room! And if I wanted him to show me mercy, all I had to do was tell him where I heard about it.
"Good luck with that", I told him! I thought to myself at least now I have a safe word if things got too rough, but I did freely offer myself and I knew there were consequences. I wanted to be taken someplace that neither hubby or even Ken would take me, because they both loved me too much. To Don I thought I was just entertainment, something to be played roughly with and then discarded, much like the Barbie doll I was dressed like.
Don unsnapped my bustier from the front and when my tits were released they didn't move at all because my arms were so taught over my head. I wanted Don to play with my tits so bad, but he had other ideas. Don grabbed an antique flogger off the wall that was made of some soft hyde. First he ran the ends over my tits making my nipples even harder than they were. Then he ran the same ends over my thong covered pussy as I thrusted my hips out to meet it. Don gave me some light smacks with the ancient whip on my ass and back, probably not knowing the extent of the damage he could cause, or my toleration for pain. I was so hot with lust that I taunted him by asking if that was all he had.
Well you know what they say, "be careful what you wish for, you might just get it." I got it! I heard the whip swish through the air as he hit my ass and back, and I was sure that my back would have been bloodied by the beating I was getting it stung so bad. I think I pissed Don off because I only grunted when he hit me, and never begged for mercy. Then Don came around in front of me and he whipped my stomach and then moved up to my helpless tits. I was surprised to see the flogger not do any real damage to my most sensitive skin on and around my nipples. My tits were deflected with each blow but it was like I was watching somebody else when Don whipped me. This was the first time my pain and pleasure feelings were made to overlap, and it was an incredible experience.
My arms were sore when Don let the chains down, and when he unhooked me I thought we were done. He then lead me to the Scottish bench and easily manhandled me down on it with my tits separated by the smooth oak top. My arms were attached to the iron rings at the base of the front legs, my ankles were attached similarly to the rear legs, however with the boots on and my knees straight, my ass was up in the air invitingly. Don asked me if I would talk and I told him no!
Then he grabbed my thong right above my ass and jerked hard and the thin strings broke, but not before they dug into my soft flesh leaving red marks on my hips like I was still wearing the sexy garment. I wanted to suck his cock, I desperately wanted him to fuck me good! Don picked up my riding crop out of my Barbie box and whipped my ass gently, kind of like it was foreplay. This time I didn't mock him, I had ridden horses before and never used a crop because of what I knew it could do. Don did enjoy stroking my body with the crop and watching my skin twitch at it's touch, especially my tits.
Don pulled some kind of warm lubricant out of his pocket and greased my whole ass up, even working a greased finger into my virgin hole. I told him I never did that before, and he said he would enjoy being the first. Don dropped his pants and his cock wasn't as big as Ken's, but it was so rock hard it didn't look real! I was struggling for real trying to get away from the cock between my ass cheeks, and I pulled as hard as I could at the cuffs I was wearing and only made my hands turn purple.
Don told me if I told him what he wanted to know he might be easier on me. I decided to keep my secret for now and as horny as I was might even enjoy having Don take my ass. Don told me if I didn't relax he would only end up hurting me in the end, a kind of play on words I realized later! Don started gently with me, and when I relaxed it was easy to get his hard cock deep into my ass. Don pumped my ass as I rocked back and forth on the bench, and I was amazed at the staying power of the old guy. He started caressing me with the crop, and when he got it near my face I caught it in my mouth and sucked the thing on instinct.
Don came hard deep in my ass when I did that, and I came off too when I felt him fill my ass with his hot cum. Don never lost his erection and just continued to sodomize me like some kind of superman. The sound of him refucking my messy ass would have been funny anywhere else but here. I truly existed only for his pleasure at that point, and wondered where this would end.
It was early in the morning when my ass was too sore to go on, and Don pulled my boots off and dumped them into my Barbie box with all my other clothes before he released me. As I had not talked yet, Don locked me into the jail cell completely nude and went up to bed leaving me to sleep in the completely dark room. The evidence of Don's fun with me was all over my ass, and I hardly slept, even though I rubbed myself to orgasm before trying. I was scaring myself that I was getting off on this treatment that I promised not to tell another living sole about!
In the morning a plate of bread and a large cup of water was pushed under the door and I was still a prisoner in Don's dungeon! Don came down again later in the morning and saw I had ate all the bread as I was starving. Don and I had a battle of wills with him threatening to keep me a prisoner until I talked. I knew he had to release me by Monday, but I also knew he could do a lot to me by then if he wanted. I struck a bargain with Don, if he would let me go to the bathroom and take nice hot bath, I would tell him anything he wanted, or even do anything he wanted. Don agreed and I was let out and I had to walk past Don with the bucket I used from the jail cell and dump it in the bathroom. It's odd that my latrine bucket with pee in it was more embarrassing to me than walking by him nude with his dried cum all over my ass.
Don left me in his toy room and attended to other things and I enjoyed my hot bath greatly. I felt almost human again and wondered what Don would do to me today. Don had left me a thin cotton shift to wear and I assumed it was typical for women of the time to wear them under their dresses. The hem of the shift came up past mid thigh and looked sexy on me, somehow even more so than being nude. My Barbie box with all of my clothes was removed and I wondered what I would wear home. I got bored and started wandering around the toy room and Don came down shortly after. I realized he must have cameras down here and that meant he must have some great video of last night.
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