Lady Julie was bored. Married to Sir Michael only three months ago, the initial excitement of the ceremony and the novelty of marriage were beginning to fade.
There was a fair going on outside the walls of the keep but, other than opening the day and a brief genteel walk amongst the stalls, Sir Michael had insisted they withdraw so as not to impede the enjoyment of the commoners.
She picked at her shoulder length blonde hair irritably and brushed imaginary crumbs from her deep green velvet bodice. It was a fine fit she thought idly. Her large breasts contained but somehow giving the impression that they could burst out of their confinement. She smiled but then remembered that she was angry with her husband and scowled at him.
'Can we just do something?' she enjoined. 'I still don't see why we couldn't stay at the fair.'
Michael, tall and muscular, stood with his hands on his hips, staring out of the window. He turned.
'We have standing.' He said. 'It would be inappropriate to interfere with the fair. Those present would be uncomfortable in our presence.'
Julie pouted.
'I know.' Julie said slowly. 'you could show me around the dungeon. You keep telling me I shouldn't be seen to go in there. No one would see today.' She looked at him challengingly.
'It really is unseemly, your fascination with the place. Can you not read or sew instead?'
She rolled her eyes.
'Oh go on.' Julie said. 'It is a holiday. There won't be anyone around today. You can slip me in and let me have a look. No one will be the wiser.'
'I still don't think it is appropriate' He replied.
'But you said yourself that there were no prisoners at the moment, so what could be the harm?' She wheedled.
She nuzzled against him. 'I'll be ever so grateful.' She purred.
'Well,' he said cautiously. 'A quick look, no more. I wouldn't want you the subject of any court gossip.'
She stood on tip toes and kissed him. She then leaped up grabbed his hand and pulled him along before he could change his mind.
They stopped at the top of the stairway down to the dungeons and listened to make sure no one was around. Julie giggled that both the Lord and Lady should be scared of being caught in their own castle. He grinned back at her. When they were certain it was clear they rushed down the stone flags of the old stairwell. The oak door at the bottom was deep with age and had black bars in the form of a grill to look through. Iron stud work added to the air of menace it held. He pushed it open and the interior was as quiet and empty as the floor above.
Some torches were alight in the sconces and they cast a wavering light and dancing shadows. There was a musty and slightly damp feel to the place.
They were in a circular room about 20 feet wide, from which ran several corridors. One had doors along its length that were clearly cells, another had openings into what appeared to be larger rooms.
As they wandered along the cell corridor Julie peered into the tiny rooms, straw strewn floors with iron rings hanging from the stone block walls. She shuddered.
'What a dreadful place to end up.' She said shivering.
They moved to some of the larger rooms where various devices lined the walls and had been erected on the floor. Iron rings hung from the ceiling and were at various points on the walls. A huge wooden frame in the shape of an X stood in one corner, manacles at each end.
A bench with wheels and ratchets at either end took up one side of the room.
'Is that a rack?' She asked .
'Yes.' He replied, 'but it really isn't used much anymore.'
There were also ropes and further rings hanging from the centre of the ceiling.
Julie turned and with a mischievous look on her face said 'Why doesn't my Lord see about using these,' She paused, 'and then see about using his Lady.'
She bobbed coquettishly in front of him. She glanced over her shoulder at him while rudely pushing her bottom out.
She had the pleasure of seeing a stirring bulge in his trousers in response
He looked around again.
'There really is not anyone near, they are all at the fair.' She cajoled.
Julie stretched up her arms towards the ropes and swayed suggestively in front of him.
With a low growl he grabbed her wrists tightly and slipped the mannacles about her wrists, pulling the rope taught so that she stood on her toes. He grabbed her by the back of her head and kissed her hard and deeply.
Julie felt his hand roaming her back and grasp the ties fixing her dress. He pulled them roughly and she felt them pull apart and he tugged them down to lay in a pool at her feet.
Her sudden cool nakedness and vulnerability sent waves of anticipation through her. She thrust her breasts forward, nipples hard in the chill air, hot with desire. She could feel that heat between her legs as well as he explored her defenceless body, all the while kissing her with an hard urgency.
He moved back from her mouth and dropped to kiss and suck at her nipples. She pushed against him moaning with excitement and thrilling to this illicit activity. He went lower, running his tongue down her stomach to the top of her pubis sucking in the blonde hair and noisily breathing in her scent. She tried to spread her legs but could only manage a short distance as she was stretched so high. He grabbed her buttocks in either hand and pulled her toward him thrusting his tongue deeply into her soaking sex. She squealed and arched towards him. She could feel her arousal mounting, her hips thrusting onto his mouth.
'Sire, sire.' Sudden, Men's shouts and the sounds of running feet came from outside the rooms. They were very obviously heading in their direction. Julie felt herself go cold.
Sir Michael stood quickly. He desperately looked around.
'I do not have the time to release you but they mustn't see your face.' He said.
'I will get rid of them, but in the meantime,' he grabbed a hood from the table and shoved it down over her head plunging her into darkness.
'I will be back straight away.'
Julie heard his retreating steps and then a muffled conversation.
'Sire, ---an attack, -- rebels, --- guards --- awaiting leadership.'
Julie heard their footsteps running up the stairs and then there was silence.
She pulled hard on the manacle ropes but she was held fast. She could do nothing but await his return.
Minutes dragged and she strained to hear his returning steps and maybe even his return to their games. Her body was cold and her nipples hardened in response.
A sound from behind her in the corridor made her sigh in relief, he was back, but then a female giggle with a low male response made it plain that this was not her Lord. She froze hoping desperately that they would not look into this room. The sound of their whispers and low laughter made it clear that they were looking for a secluded corner for their own entertainment.
Their footsteps stopped suddenly and a low whistle came from the doorway.
'Well, well,' a male voice said. 'Looks as though we may be having more fun than I thought.'
The woman was slightly breathless as she asked 'Why is she here?'
'Don't know, dont care' He replied callously, 'but criminals are often left here after their sentence for me to deliver punishment. Looks like the Lord has sent her down for some special treatment.'
He laughed but there was no humour there. 'I'm always willing to oblige his Lordship.'
'Can I watch?' the woman's voice said, her breathing heavy with excitement.
'Watch?' He said, 'You can help.'
She giggled again with a sensual sound in her voice.
The man groaned as she wrapped a hand around his waist and grabbed him through the front of his trousers kneading his swelling member.
Julie was shocked rigid at how they could presume her situation and opened her mouth to demand her release, but then she hesitated. She couldn't let them know who she was. Her Lord would be back soon and she would be released instantly and the jailor and his mistress none the wiser. The decision, though, was taken from her.
'Firstly,' said the man's voice, much closer now, 'lets not have her disturb us in our fun.'
A rope was expertly and rapidly wrapped around her head and forced into her opening mouth, pushing the material of the hood into her mouth. Julie called out but now only a muffled sound came out. The cloth tasted sour and dry, She didn't want to think when it had been used before. The rope not only stopped her speaking but prevented them identifying her.
Rough hands grabbed at her buttocks and she tried to swivel out of his grasp. A loud crack and a sudden sharp stinging pain made her yelp and she realised he must have slapped her.
'Stop that my pretty.' He crooned. 'Now you just let old Tom do what he will or it will go bad for you. Well, badder.' He added with a laugh.
'What are you going to do?' the woman asked hurriedly.
'Ha, we've got a nice long time what with this fair going on so how about we get these wide to start.'
He kicked at Julie's legs pushing them wider.
'Get that there bar for me Sarah.' he instructed. There was a pause.
'This one?' Julie heard from a little way off.
'Yep that's the one.'
Footsteps brought her closer and the man's hands grabbed Julie's ankle securing a cuff about it. Her other leg was pushed further apart and that ankle placed in the cuff at the far end of the bar. This had the effect of not only spreading her legs but also raising her feet off the floor so that Julie was now hanging by her wrists, her toes just brushing the floor. She slowly swayed in the air.
Her whole body felt stretched taut.
Hands roamed down from her throat and took in both her breasts, kneading them. He grasped a nipple and just held it.
'What shall i do with this?' He asked to Sarah.
'Pinch it.' She breathed, 'pinch it hard.'
'Your wish is my command.' He laughed and Julie felt a crushing pinching to her nipple. She jerked in her bonds and cried out against the rope which all but stifled her cry.
'You see.' the man laughed, 'half of the pain is in the mind. With that hood on she will ImagIne all sorts of things we might do to her.' He paused. 'We may do them too.'
'Go on, you do the other.' he said to Sarah.
'But I've never done anything to a woman.' She said but without conviction.
'All the better.' he said 'you'll never see her again. You can do whatever you want.'
Fingers grabbed her other nipple. They were smaller and smoother. Sarah tugged gently at it.
'It's growing.' she said still gently pulling on it. Julie could feel her wayward nipple swelling.
'That's good.' the man said. 'The bigger it gets the more choices you have as to what to do to it.'
Julie shivered.
Sarah tightened her fingers and slowly pulled outwards. Julie's breast elongated as it was stretched out in front of her, the nipple being stretched further. She groaned into her gag and Sarah must have decided on that moment to give it a final hard tweak. She squealed.
Laughter from both the man and woman was the only response.
'What now?' said the woman eagerly.
'Well, let's warm 'em up. Give them a slap.' said the man.
Sarah must have hesitated, as he continued.
'I told you, you can do anything to her. Go on slap them. See if you can get those nipples to really stick out. I've noticed pain can make them do that almost as much as pleasure.'
Sarah slapped across Julies breast, not particularly hard but enough for it to make a slapping noise. Her breast bounced.
Pain flowered but as he had predicted her nipple strained out hard.
Sarah slapped at her other breast and then began to slap either one in rhythm, the sound of the slaps rising and becoming harder as she warmed to her task.
Julie groaned again into her gag. She could do nothing to stop the treatment.
Her breasts were burning from their slapping.
Nipples now rock hard were strainIng forward. She hung there as Sarah stopped, her head falling forwards.
'You see' said the Jailor pinching onto both her engorged nipples.
'They're now big enough to play with. We could clamp them, or even pierce them.' He twisted them again and Julie fell backwards terrified of what they could do to her.
'So, what else would you do to these prisoners you get sent?' Sarah asked, obviously revelling in this.
'Well.' He replied as if giving it deep thought. 'We could strap her.'
'Where?' she gasped.
He laughed, 'We could make a torturer out of you yet.'
'You could do her back, or this pretty bottom.' He grabbed a handful of her buttock in his hand.
'Yes?' she encouraged.
'Or you could strap her breasts or stomach.' He trailed his hand down scraping nails over her breasts and down her stomach to her navel.
Julie unconsciuosly cringed back
'Ooh.' Sarah said, 'she doesn't like the idea of that does she.'
'Nope.' he replied running a finger down her belly.
He pushed one finger up inside her sex. She was still wet from her Lords attention and he entered easily but she bucked at the sudden intrusion.
The man took out his finger and showed Sarah the wetness.
'Looks like she just might like this treatment. You get some like that. Shall we see what we might be able to do that gets her off?' Sarah, excited, clapped her hands and Julie shrank away.
'Let's see what she thinks, hiding away in that dark hood, imagining what we'll do to her. Maybe we could strap her in some other places.' He leaned in and whispered close to Julies ear.
'How about we strap her right on the nipples.' Julie started as he said this.
'Yes yes.' came Sarah's excited response. Julie was beginning to hate this Sarah intensely.
'How about we then strap her on the pussy.' He grabbed her pubic hair in his hand pulling downwards. She squealed.
'Ooohhh.' said Sarah, almost as if she were imagining it herself. 'God, that would hurt!'
'Can I do it, can I?' Sarah almost begged lost in her arousal of control. Julie was trembling now.
'Yes yes of course.' came the man's reply.
'How about right on her little bud?' Sarah said. Julie really jumped at the idea of that.
'Judging from her reaction,' He said, 'I think you must do that.'
'And,?' asked Sarah, obviously wanting to do more and more to this helpless woman.
'How about.' He paused. 'How about, after that, we lie her on her back and pull that bar right back so that her feet are behind her head. That will really stretch her wide apart. Then you can strap her arse and then pay some real attention to that little bottom hole of hers. I reckon you could get her as red as a rose if you were to strap right on that.'
Sarah moaned and it was clear she was being turned on by the very thought. Tom reached under Sarah's dress and hiked up her skirts. He grabbed at her pussy thrusting two fingers into her soaking sex, driving them back and forth.
"Oh yes, yes.' She moaned. He forced himself into her using his other hand to rub her hardened clitoris bringing her up and up.
'I want you turned right on.' He said 'Then you'll do everything to her, harder and more intensely.'
"Oh God I'm going to come.' She cried.
He stopped suddenly "no, you must keep it high, you'll get more pleasure out of this if you're really turned on.' She moaned, unhappy to have been deprived but high, with her pussy ready to explode with pleasure.
'Wait then.' Sarah said, and she opened the front of his trousers. Reaching in she pulled out his stiffened member. He was swollen and rigid. A good 8", she smiled in anticipation of having him plunder her soaking pussy later. She tugged him back and forth rapidly.
'I'm gonna come if you carry on like that.' He groaned.
'That's just what I want.' Sarah replied.
'When you take me I want you to keep on going so let's get this urgency out of the way so we can take our time later.'
She pulled him forward and pressed the head of his penis against Julies stretched labia running itn up and down that slit. She circled his head around her clitoris and saw how Julie responded. She moaned and her labia started to swell. Her clitoris slowly engorged and became prominent.
'Oh look.' said Sarah, she's really getting into this she's got a really big bud. What things we could do to that!'
Tom moaned as she continued to circle his cock up and down Julie's now slippery slit and onto her swelling clitoris.
'Well,' he said breathing hard, trying to focus on ways to torture her.
'We could clamp it.'
'Yes.' Sarah breathed in his ear.
'Or,' He said, 'clip her labia and stretch it wide.'
'Uh huh' she said, rubbing on and on.
She rubbed his end harder and harder and saw that Julie was now rocking against him pushing hard against him. With a sudden cry he spasmed and gouts of sticky sperm flew out onto Julie's pussy. Sarah continued to jack him hard until he had spurted all he had and he began to wilt. Julie's pussy was covered and Sarah took some time rubbing it in. The gentle attention caused her wayward pussy to react, swelling further and pushing against Sarah's fingers.
'Here' he said and used his fingers to massage some back around to her bottom hole.
Julie jumped at the intimate touch.
'That'll be needing something later.' He laughed.
'I have stretched them before.' He mused.
Neither Julie nor Sarah understood.
'What do you mean?' asked Sarah.
'Well, I wonder what size we could get that pussy of hers to open to. Or,' He said archly 'that cute little bottom hole looks virginal. I wonder what we could get up there.'
Sarah giggled her agreement.
Julie involuntarily winced at that comment, her legs trying to close together.
He laughed at her reaction. 'Oh yes.' he said.
'Sarah, come here.' They moved behind her.
'Yes.' he said 'always start with something small, like a finger.'
Julie felt her anus twitch at the thought and Sarah's laugh peeled out. Her buttocks were spread wide by the bar and they must have seen her.
'Oh did you see that?' Sarah said. The man reached forward and gently touched the tip of his finger to her tiny opening. It clenched tightly making them laugh. He suddenly jabbed forward and his finger, slippery with his semen it slipped sharply into her. Julie jerked in her bonds.
'How about?' Sarah's voice continued, 'if we got different vegetables from the kitchen and pushed them right up there. We could start with radish, then carrots, then cucumber or courgettes!' She laughed delightedly at the thought.
Julie couldn't stop her bottom twitching at that thought. She'd never had anything there. Another giggle was elicited.
'I felt that twitch.' he said. 'She's got a great clench on her. Im looking forward to using this hole.'
'How about using your whole hand' he said wiggling his finger inside her.
'Dont' be silly.' Sarah laughed. 'That would never get in there.'
'Oh, believe me, i've seen that and more done before.'
'Oooh.' said Sarah 'this night is going to be so much fun.'
Julie quivered in her restraints.
Julie could not believe that they were so easily and so excitedly discussing how they would punish and degrade her. She was caught up in her own thoughts when the first slash of the leather belt caught her across both buttocks and she screamed into the gag the air dragging into her nostrils through the coarse fabric of the hood.
'Again.' called the man. So it must be Sarah wielding the belt.
There was a swishing noise and the belt curled around her thigh sending a welter of pain shooting up her leg into her sex.
The man took hold of her and gently spun her.
'Now you can reach both sides.' He said smugly
Julie could not tell which way she was facing until she heard that swish and the belt caught across her breast the end whipped across striking her left nipple. She squealed.
Then there was a pause and she could feel the heat radiating from the points of those blows. Her nipple was even harder and as the heat sank into her sex it throbbed.
'Try this.' the man said.
Julie could not tell what it was but she felt a rough hand pushing her buttocks forward, thrusting her pubis outwards. A swat fell directly on her mound. It stung but was not too painful but another and another fell.
'Oh this is just wonderful.' said Sarah enjoying every moment.
There was a deep heat building in her pussy and Julie felt her lips swelling and parting after each blow.
More than she had ever known before she felt her clitoris swelling hugely.
'A little more.' She heard the man say and realised that they were coaxing that swelling bud out of its comfortable hiding place. She could not stop it though.
Suddenly the swats were falling directly onto that organ. It was painful, but just bearable. She groaned, realising that she was beginning to climb her arousal, not wanting these people to bring her to it but powerless to stop it.
'Now.' She heard the man say, 'let's make this more interesting.'
She felt something large and thick poking at her bottom hole and She thrust forward, away from it but it followed her forward.
The man's hands had left her buttocks as she was pushing herself as far forward as she could but in doing so she realised she had stretched the skin of her pussy apart and her clitoris was now fully exposed.
Another swat fell fully on it and she jerked herself backwards, away from this assault, but the rigid pole at her bottom was immovable and she felt her anal ring begin to open onto it. She thrust forwards, away from that intruder.
'Harder I think.' said the man to Sarah.
Swat. This was more than just a sting and pain flowed into her. She couldn't help thrusting backwards away from that blow and felt her tiny ring stretch wide and then with what she imagined was a popping noise it breached her barriers and that rod sank into her. She pulled forward.
Sarah was there to swat her back. Each time it felt as if she were striking harder and with each blow Julie impaled herself backwards on that rod.
An awful rhythm began. Back and forth swat, back and forth swat. In amongst it all her climax was rising. She moaned with each thrust and strike, unable to help herself, accompanied by the ringing laughter of Sarah and the Jailor.
Now she thrust forward to meet that swat wanting the overload of sensations that were flowing through her. Wanting the unconscious thrust backwards onto that intruder that built the heat inside her. Her rocking increased until she was moving back and forth faster and faster. Then two hands grabbed her nipples and pulled them outwards squeezing them and stretching her breasts into obscenely sharpened shapes. She screamed into her gag as an enormous orgasm ripped through her running up and down and back and forward through all those abused nubs and holes. She quivered on and on as she rode the pulling, smacking and impaling treatment, finally sagging down with exhaustion. She gasped air into her lungs through that sack as she slowly came back down.
Hands untied her and moved her across the room.
She felt her arms stretched apart and shackles returned about her wrists. The same was done to her legs. Her ankles spread wide and fixed to shackles. She remembered the large X frame against the wall and realised that she must be tied to it.
The frame moved and tilted and she had the sensation of swinging upwards, until she was horizontal. As the frame was an X there was little to support her. Only the cross of the X ran against the small of her back. Other than her wrists and ankles the rest of her body, shoulders, head and bottom were suspended in mid air.
'She's had her enjoyment now we get ours' said the man's voice.
'Grab that candle.' He said and Julie heard Sarah's footsteps moving over to the table.
'Light it from one of the torches.' There was a pause.
'Got it.' said Sarah and she moved back over to them.
'Lets have that hair off then.' he instructed her.
'Just get it close enough to singe the hair, we don't want to burn her,' He paused 'Yet.' he added.
The candle moved up the length between Julie's thighs and she could feel its heat.
Sarah moved it in suddenly so that the flame touched those golden curls. There was a quick crackling and the smell of burning hair. Heat flared against her skin but was gone before it became unbearable. She jumped nonetheless arching her back trying to move away from it.
'Good work.' said the Tom. 'You've got the knack, that's for sure.'
'Thankee sor.' said Sarah bobbing a curtsy.
She flashed the candle flame back to Julie's curls singing a few and then pulling back. The skin reddened but no more. Julie cried out into the rope demanding they stop and release her but they merely laughed at her incoherent ranting.
'You're almost done.' He said. 'Just a little more.'
Sarah slewed the last few wisps away. 'There, smooth as a baby's bottom.' She laughed.
He rubbed away the remains feeling the smoothness of her now denuded pussy. He parted her lips with his thumb and forefinger exposing her clitoris.
'Drip the wax.' He said. 'Lets see how she likes this.'
Julie mumbled into her gag begging for them not to.
Sarah ignored her and starting at her navel she slowly dripped that hot wax one drip at a time closer and closer to her pussy.
Julie jumped at the sudden burning sensation as each drip landed. It cooled quickly but the initial heat was shocking. She shook her head from side to side as sarah neared her goal but she was implacable. Then a drip landed fully on her clitoris and she leaped up. Sarah continued dripping onto that one spot not allowing the heat to dissipate. Julie squirmed in her restraints barely keeping from crying out. A mound of wax built up covering her entire clitoris.
Sarah stopped and as it cooled she peeled the wax sheath off. She handed it to the man.
'A souvenir for you.' She chuckled. 'Now,' she paused, 'how to put this out.'
She thrust the candle suddenly flame first into Julie's pussy quenching the flame and burying it deep inside her. She leaped in response.
'Next?' demanded the insatiable Sarah.
'Now let's see what she can take.' He suggested.
'Oh I love this game.' Sarah replied.
'But, to start her off.'
He handed Sarah some clips hanging from lengths of chains. The had tiny serrated teeth and as she opened them they sprang closed by small springs.
'Here.' he said and approached Sarah. 'Shall I try one on you first.'
She squealed and giggled saying 'Oh master don't hurt me please.' But she thrust out her chest to him.
He grabbed the top of her blouse and roughly pulled it down freeing her pert and bouncing breasts.
He grabbed one in his hand, squeezing the small pink nipple outwards. It was already straining as he opened the jaws of one of the clamps and bore down on her.
He released the grip and it latched on. She cried out in shock as it bit into her sensitive flesh.
'Get it off, get it off.' she cried.
'No, no, princess.' He said, taking hold of her wrists as she squirmed.
'Just wait a while.'
The pain reduced and then became a throbbing that became an ache which she realised seemed to run a line of sensation straight into her wanton pussy.
'Oh yes.' She said hoarsely 'can we use them on her now? We can play with these ourselves later.'
Julie having heard them knew what was coming but did not know when so it was still a surprise when pain blossomed in her left nipple as those cruel teeth latched on. Seconds later another bit into her right.
The initial pain made her cry out into her gag but it quickly receded and a dull throbbing replaced it.
'But that isn't torture is it?' said Sarah, 'that will just pleasure her again.'
Julie cursed the woman, hating her.
'Aha.' said the man. 'It will never fear. We've got some more of those haven't we?'
His rough hands roamed up her thighs and she felt him thrust into her sex before rubbing hard on her already swollen clit. He pulled at her labia drawing the lips outwards.
'Here.' He said. 'Put some on here. Let's give her a new look.'
Sarah crowed with delight, then there was another shock of pain as both one side of her swollen labia and then the other had a toothy clamp attached. Sarah tugged on the chains stretching out those lips.
'A lovely look.' said the man over Julie's muffled squeals.
'But we've one left' said Sarah pointedly.
'Oh I think you know where that goes.' He said.
Julie stiffened realising what they intended.
Fingers pried the last topmost area of her pussy lips apart displaying her most sensitive nub. Then the clamps bit in. She screamed as the pain blossomed shaking her head from side to side. Laughter greeted her.
After a few minutes that overwhelming pain dulled into that now well known throbbing. She relaxed back, panting, hoping for an end. At least those wicked clamps were causing her no further awful pain.
'Grab those chains.' the man said.
He was lowering a rope from the ceiling with a hook attached.
'Now loop them over this hook.' He instructed Sarah. When they were all attached he handed the end of the rope to her.
'Now, when she seems to getting used to the pain you can pull on this to bring her back to it.'
Sarah slowly pulled the rope down and the chain straightened and then began to tug on the clamps.
Julie squealed again as pain flowered in her nipples and abused pussy. Sarah dragged them higher and crowed at the shape she was making. Julie's nipples were stretched upwards dragging her breasts behind them.
The lips of her sex drawn up obscenely and even her clit was pulled clear and taught.
The pain was now constant.
The man moved forward.
'I always love this bit.' said the man, clearly practiced in these activities.
'While she's stretched tight i'm going to take her. Every thrust I make will draw on those chains.'
Sarah was almost beside herself with glee, Julie with fear.
'Here let me guide you in.' Sarah drawled. He advanced between Julie's spread legs freeing his risen manhood. Sarah grabbed it and pulled him forward. She maneuvered his large head between Julie's lips, already stretched apart, and slid him into her.
Julie gritted her teeth, determined not to move. He began to thrust slowly in and out, pleasing himself regardless of her predicament.
'I will not move, I will not move.' She chanted to herself. Even though she could feel pleasure building inside her she determined not to react or to give him any satisfaction.
'She's not moving.' exclaimed Sarah. 'Where's the fun in that.'
Sarah marched across the room and grabbed a riding crop from the table.
Tom was still slowly pumping back and forth, taking his time.
'Let see her stay still now.' Sarah said.
She swept the crop down, laying it across the sensitive underside of Julie's breasts. She cried out arching her back. As she did all of the clamps bit in. Her nipples and clitoris burned anew and her labia was pulled hard. She couldn't stop writhing, the pain coming from too many places. She realised that in doing so she had clenched down hard onto the intruder deep inside her.
'Oh God yes.' Tom called out. 'She really clamped down on my cock then. Keep doing that and she'll milk me dry.'
Sarah brought the switch down again, this time low on her belly, right next to the clamp drawing her poor clitoris upwards. Again Julie writhed as a streak of pain lashed her and the man called out his pleasure in her reaction as her sex clamped down on him.
Sarah looked at the man.
'Do you think she'd really grip you if i stripe her right on her clit' She said cruelly.
Julie shook her head desperately pulling at her bonds.
Sarah laughed and leant next to her head and whispered in her ear.
'I bet your poor little clit is really burning now.' She pulled gently on the chain attached to the clamp on her clit eliciting a whimper.
She laughed and said 'I can't imagine how much this is going to hurt when this crop slashes right down onto your stretched clit. Its fully on display now you know. All swollen and pulled out. Oh how you are going to grasp his cock. I almost wish I had a cock to feel it myself. He's going to spurt his load in you til it's coming out your nose!'
'Now let me just get in position.'
She raised the crop high.
And started to count down.
'Ten, nine, eight.'
Tom thrust hard into her with each count.
'I'm gonna come just as she grabs me.' He said eagerly.
'Seven,six'
Julie was sweating inside her hood her body shaking with the fear of the pain to come, every sense focussed on her clit feeling its throbbing and heat from its abuse, knowing that the pain to come would be unlike anything she had ever felt before.
'Five, four, three,'
She shook her head violently from side to side mewling incoherently as she did so.
'Two,' She paused as the man kept his thrusts in time, 'one.'
Julie froze.
"What is the meaning of this" a voice boomed across the room.
Sarah dropped the crop staring shocked at the Lord as he strode in.
The Jailor just stopped, still buried deep in Julie's pussy.
The Lord was trembling with rage as he grabbed Sarah and the man by their necks and drove them forward, stumbling into an open cell slamming the door shut behind them bolting it locked.
He rushed back to Julie.
'Oh my poor love.' He said quickly removing the hood from her head, kissing her in apology.
She responded to his kiss but winced as their movement caused the chains to dance.
'Oh I am so sorry.' He said and gently unclasped each clamp.
The blood flowed back into those punished areas and pain flowered again making her groan. He undid her wrists and ankles and helped her to sit up, gathering her dress.
'Oh my dear, let me get you out of, here.' He said.
'No.' She said, steel in her voice. 'Vengeance will be mine.'
She strode to the cell containing her former captors.
They stared at her in horror, only now aware that the body they had been so cruelly abusing was that of their Lady.
'Sarah, jailor, you have treated the person of your Lady with contempt and abuse. Your lives are therefore forfeit. But before I decide how and when that will occur you should prepare for treatments as bad or worse than those you have administered today. You have both carried out and stated intentions of what you would do to me. Know then that all these and more will be done to you over the coming weeks. For weeks is what it will take to appease my wrath. You will remain here unseen so that none shall ever know of what you have done.'
She turned to her husband. 'Can you call some of your guards in here.'
'Yes.' He said his voice showing approval of her response. He marched away.
'Lady I did not know.' Began the man.
Sarah snivelled, 'I would never have done this if I knew.' She snivelled.
'But you did.' stated Julie. 'You will receive your punishments in abundance. Think on that.'
Shortly, four large guards entered the dungeon.
'Take them out and remove those clothes.' Julie directed curtly.
'My lady.' called Sarah desperately.
'Silence.' She barked. 'You have lost all rights to appeal.'
Their clothes were unceremoniously ripped downwards. Sarah's breasts bouncing enticingly as she was exposed, gaining lustful glances from the guards.
They stood before her naked.
'Take them to that table and bend them over it.'
They were pushed forward next to each other and bent until their faces touched the wood of the table.
'Now tie them. Tie their hands in front of them and tie their ankles wide apart.'
The guards, used to dealing with prisoners, complied efficiently and soon both Sarah and the jailor were tied across the table their legs spread wide and firmly restrained.
'Give me that belt.' She requested of a guard. He picked up the belt that had previously been used on her.
She swished it in the air and then brought it down with all force across the jailors buttocks. He screeched as a red line flared on his skin. Sarah also cried out with him, the anticipation unnerving her.
'And now you.' She said to Sarah. Her white buttocks were splayed and her legs stretched taught. Her pussy and bottom hole on show for all to see.
Julie leaned in close to her ear.
She whispered 'Shall I stripe this right on your clit and see how much you scream.'
Sarah shook her head. 'No, no Lady I beg of you.'
'Silence.' She responded. 'No not this time.' Sarah slumped forward in relief.
'Oh no, I will save that for another day. A long, long day, for you. I will stretch out your clit as you stretched mine and i shall whip it until you scream for mercy. And then I shall whip it again and again and again.'
Sarah was pale and shaking in her fear.
'But for now.' She stood and swung hard with the belt. Sarah screamed out. Her white buttocks bouncing and flaring red in response.
'No.' Julie said, 'I will not gag you as I was gagged. I will enjoy your cries as I vent my anger on you.'
'Sergeant.' She turned to the guard leader.
'Lady.' He responded.
'I am sure that you were going home tonight but I must beg a favour of you and your men.
I want you to each use this belt on these miscreants and administer twelve stripes on each of them.'
She paused to allow this to sink in. Sarah whimpered.
'After that each of your men should bugger them until they are satisfied. Each of the twelve guards is to repeat these actions.' Sarah howled.
'Lady. I will see it done.'
'No please my lady no.' begged Sarah.
Julie swung the belt again. Another line appeared on her spread buttocks.
'And Sergeant,' She said
'Yes lady.' He replied.
'I want this repeated on the hour every hour until sunrise. Then throw them in the cell to await my pleasure.'
'It will be done.' He nodded curtly.
Julie sat. 'I will observe the first round.' She said.
Sarah was now snivelling and the Jailor was collapsed onto the table in resignation.
Two guards moved to either side and taking up belts swung them on the restrained pair. They cried out together and thrashed against their ropes.
Again and again the blows fell and red lines criss crossed their cheeks. Sarah and the jailor bucked against the blows as each fell. There was no dignity and as they writhed pussy, cock and anus were displayed to all.
Julie sat impassively, taking in the punishment.
Finally the 12 blows were accomplished and the Sergeant looked over to her. She nodded and he instructed the men.
'You heard the lady, get to it.'
The guards were very ready for action as they both pulled their cocks free of their garments and approached the captives. The guard put one hand on the top of Sarah's buttocks, holding her tight against the bench. In his other he held his cock, a wide veiny beast with a grotesquely large head. He guided it to his target but he stopped as the head touched that little puckered hole. He looked behind him and Julie nodded, he immediately thrust forward hard, sinking his cock deep into Sarah's anus.
Her head strained up as she let out a shriek. The guard remained where he was as the second guard positioned himself in the same way above the Jailors rear.
He too thrust forward hard and the man cried out in shock at the intrusion.
'Was that what you had in mind Lady?' the Sergeant asked.
'Yes, now let them satisfy themselves on them both.'
Both guards began to pull out and then thrust forward in a hard and fast rhythm eliciting gasps and groans from the two tied victims.
Julie stood. 'I will leave you to your labours Sergeant. I trust you will be able to rise to the occasion each and every hour?'
'If not I have forty guards to call upon.' He replied with a slight grin.
'Good.' Julie rose and walked out arm in arm with her Lord. The sound of slapping flesh, grunts and cries following them out.
'A good choice.' He said to her.
'Oh you will not believe what I intend. This really is just the start.'
'Julie.' He said later in the grand bed.
'Yes .'she murmured.
'Are you sure you are all right, they have not harmed you in any way?'
'No, no I am fine. It was painful at the time and they took liberties that are beyond their right.'
'The choice of their punishment, indeed their lives, lies with you.' He said.
'And I shall extend it for as long as I wish. I have a great deal of indignity to work out upon them.'
'There is one thing though.' He said, stroking the slippery smooth skin of her pussy. 'I can't get that image of you out of my mind. Tied to that cross your breasts and sex stretched out. I have to admit to dwelling on that picture.'
She squeezed his swollen member.
'Well,' She replied, 'maybe when I have finished with them we could reenact that little scene, just the two of us.'
He pulsed in her hand in response.
