Castle Keep 2

His left hand gripped a handful of dark hair and forced the young woman to look down. As her own eyes observed, he stepped between her shamelessly parted thighs and pushed the round tip of his penis against the outer folds of her virtue. She helplessly twitched and shuddered as the pink head disappeared between the outer lips and she felt it rubbing at the bottom of the narrow canyon. She was wet with flowing essence, and it made her slippery and warm. 

Tears formed in her brown eyes for she knew what was about to happen. She scolded herself, for it was her flirtatious manner and innate trust of strangers that had gotten her here. Her behavior had been shameful, and now she would endure the terrible cost.

She cried out loudly when he was at the tiny opening of her innocence. She felt the round head pulsating with every beat of his evil, unnatural heart. It paused there, giving her time to reflect on her fate. He waited until the faintest glimmer of hope arose in her heart and was reflected in her dark eyes. Then his hips thrust forward and drove into her small orifice, forcing the muscle open and tearing through the thin membrane that signified her purity.

Her voice screamed out in pain and the emotional loss of all that she held sacred. Her moist canal reluctantly yielded to his penetrating mass and rewarded her with pain laced with intense sensations of pleasure. The warmth in her loins flared into a fire of passion, a feeling her mind could not deny. Even as her voice protested, her shuddering body welcomed the loss of innocence.

He continued to hold her head down, and forced her to watch it all. With each thrust more and more of his throbbing sword disappeared into her belly, and when it retreated it glistened with essence and evidence of blood from her unwilling sacrifice. When it seemed her body could take no more of him inside, more of his length disappeared. And finally her supple form swallowed his full length. Had she not seen it with her own eyes she would not have thought it possible.

William released the handful of hair and she gratefully leaned back. The screams of protest had become loud moaning and groaning of undeniable delight. He moved back and forth inside of her spoiled virtue. Her canal instinctively tightened and pulsated around the invading member as it traveled its full length to the edge of her womb. Its job was to coax the seed from his penis, and it did so independently from her mental determination to prevent it.

The peals of pleasure were too strong, too insistent, and her mind abandoned its efforts to block the sensations and she gave in. Once she surrendered to the intense tingling warmth her excitement rapidly increased, and she was on the verge of climax. Her beautiful form tensed for a moment, and savored the shameful pleasure of release.

Her voice grew even louder as her body wildly twitched and writhed against the shackles and upon the sliver-laced timber. Dozens of sharp needle-like jolts accompanied the waves of powerful joy that centered in her belly and radiated out. Essence flowed from her flesh and soaked his moving penis. 

For several moments the pain and pleasure were as one, and she was overwhelmed by the sensations. Beads of perspiration accumulated on her silky skin despite the coolness of the chamber air. The stale, unmoving air smelled of smoke and sex, more noticeably now as her supple form produced more of her fragrant essence.

As the orgasm dissipated she panted breathlessly, her body and groaning voice much weaker as the sexual release had consumed much of what little strength remained in her.

Two levels above, the undeniable sounds of sex drifted up and were overheard. Juliette's fingers continued twisting on her sore, erect nipple and rubbed feverishly upon her juicy center. As a man's voice grunted aloud in climax she simultaneously reached the same point. 

Her huddled figure twitched and shuddered, savoring the wonderful sensations that rippled through her body. She imagined a penis buried deeply inside her belly, and the vision added to the excitement that she enjoyed. Her sweet voice sounded in the darkness. There was a loud moaning that luckily went unnoticed as a flood of essence soaked her fur-fringed virtue.

The dungeon fell silent, and once the pleasure was gone Juliette refastened her dress and retreated to her private chamber in the same cautious, silent manner in which she had arrived.

Sleep came quickly but she was haunted by dreams of a ghastly beast and a frightening future where evil reigned supreme and a vast darkness befell their land that not even the light of a brightly shining sun could penetrate.

* * * * *

Four days passed before the feelings of loneliness and sadness tugged at Juliette's heart once again. When the castle fell silent she wore only a long robe, and clutched it tightly to her breast. She emerged from her private chamber and returned to the kitchen, hoping to hear the misery of another so that she might be fulfilled yet again.

But the moon was full on this night, and another watched unseen as she crept into the kitchen and crawled behind the large storage barrel in the far corner. She listened intently, but nothing could be heard.

"There are no screams to overhear on this night," William softly revealed.

Juliette gasped and flinched, startled by his unexpected words. She wondered how it was that she had not sensed his presence in the dark room.

"Who speaks of such things?" she replied warily.

"It is William. You know of me in your heart," he assured her in a confident voice. "When you huddled in the darkness with a heavy heart and asked to hear the screams, it is I that gave the women reason to cry out. I inflicted the pain and fear in others that eased your burden."

"Then why do I hear none tonight?" she questioned. "If you could see into my heavy heart you would know that I have more need now than ever before."

"The misery of others is no answer to your father's promise of your hand in marriage," William responded.

Juliette gasped aloud, for no one knew of the arrangement save for a select few. Her mind raced as she tried to determine how he could know such things. But that was not all he knew, for he'd found her here on this night and revealed that he had knowledge of her deepest, darkest desires. To find one that she could hide nothing from frightened her, and the horrific fragmented images of her dreams were recalled in terror.

"Come, for this night you enter the dungeon and experience firsthand what you have always fantasized about," he announced as he held out his hand for her.

Juliette cowered in the corner, afraid of the man that knew too much. "I cannot."

"You can, and you will," he replied in a determined voice.

She feared the unseen man's voice, yet Juliette arose from her seated position in the corner and went to him. She was uncertain why. Perhaps the fate that her father had chosen for her was as distasteful as any that the stranger offered. Or maybe the promise of a fantasy fulfilled was motivation enough. Regardless, she placed her left hand in his right and followed him through the connecting halls and chambers to the place that both horrified and aroused her.

It was a cold chamber, one that knew of misery and nothing else. Even the flame of the torch that danced a fiery light upon the apparatus did not warm the frigid air. When the torch was placed in an iron holder she could have run, but chose not to. Instead she watched the lapping flames desperately attempting to find a secondary source of ignition, and finding none on the blackened rock was content with providing light. 

She did not resist when William removed her robe and placed her hands and ankles in the iron shackles and pinned them closed. Standing naked before him was no less frightening than the sensation of helplessness and vulnerability that followed. When the frigid air engulfed her naked body she shivered, and the pink peaks of her heaving breasts hardened. She did not fear the stinging pain that she knew followed, but rather accepted its eventuality. 

"You have been fantasizing about this for many years," he said.

"I have," she responded in a voice that revealed her darkest desires. "Show me the pain you have inflicted in others for my pleasure."

William disappeared from view and returned with a thick, wide leather strap. He dangled it before her eyes, as if to frighten her. Although she remained calm on the surface he could feel the cold, hard fear that enveloped her heart like an iron trap. The strap was old and weathered, and both sides were rough from use. His lips formed a wicked grin as he thought of the many women before her that had experienced pain from its use, including Francesca.

"I hope you're sturdier than your sister, for as much as she dreamed of being here her flesh was weak and intolerant of discomfort," he revealed. "She was among the women that you heard screaming, I saw to it."

The passive look on her face turned to shock as she heard his revelation. "Fran…"

He pressed the strap into her open mouth, forcing her to taste the ancient leather. Juliette winced as she tasted the embedded blood and sweat, and all at once she could understand what they had all suffered through. The fear she held back now surfaced, and her gorgeous eyes narrowed as she cried out in an agonizing scream.

"Yes, release the terror that fills you!" he exclaimed in a voice as loud as hers. "Let these cold, dank stone walls reverberate with all you hold deep in your heart!"

His deep, frightening laughter joined her screams. He stepped to her left side and wielded the thick strap. His strong arm swung backward and forward in an arc, pulling the extended strap with it. It struck her naked buttocks with a loud crack, and was accompanied by a loud scream as a sharp, stinging pain filled her supple body. He paused and admired her beautiful face, contorted in pain. Tears rimmed her eyes but she fought them back, refusing to satisfy him with their quick arrival.

Juliette's face hardened and she steeled herself for the next blow. She looked over at him defiantly as her jiggling breasts heaved. The pink tips were fully hard and swollen. William sensed that the younger sister would take more abuse than the older, and that knowledge stirred the penis inside his clothing.

"You will be a fierce and protective mother for my twelfth son," he decided. "This is good."

She heard his words but their meaning was lost on her. Juliette's body tensed as she mentally and physically prepared for the next punishing blow. She watched in her peripheral vision as the strap was brought to bear, and it struck her tight round buttocks again with another loud crack. This time she knew what to expect and the jolt of pain was not surprising. Her face winced and she softly groaned, but the scream he so liked to hear was stifled.

"Yes, resist me," he said in admiration of her spirit which would be broken before the night was through. "Deny me your screams for as long as you can, because when they return they will be sweeter for having been denied."

For a third time his arm swung in a wide arc, followed by a loud crack. Her tensed body twitched in pain and the tears threatened again but were successfully fought back. Her breathing was heavy and labored, and the chill air no longer felt cold upon her skin. The pain warmed her flesh, and it shimmered as tiny beads of perspiration formed. Her buttocks burned in furious protest of the undeserving abuse, and if she could see the skin she would see that three angry red stripes adorned the voluptuous curves.

He stepped up to her from behind, slipped the leather strap around her slender waist, and pulled her ass tightly against his crotch. Her lithe form twitched and shuddered in a show of resistance that had no effect except to further amuse him. She felt his aroused manhood pressing upon her lower back, and it pulsated excitedly. William became more excited as he stood behind her, and his heightened arousal was transmitted to Juliette as the swell grew in size.

"Is it all you had imagined?" he questioned in a cavalier tone. "Is this what your mind envisioned as you sat in the dark corner of the kitchen with your clothing shamelessly laid open and your hands upon your naked breasts and fingering your moist, pink virtue?"

She wanted to know how he knew of such things, but didn't ask. He heard just the same, as if her voice had spoken the thoughts.

"Your fingers went to the nipples first," he said as the strap fell away and both hands reached around and firmly grasped the swollen nubs. "When the strap cracked upon flesh and a tortured scream was emitted, you pinched and twisted on them."

She gasped and winced as both nipples were roughly squeezed and twisted, sending sharp jolts of stinging pain through her body. It continued for several moments, with the pain increasing in intensity as he used more force. The tears returned from the stinging, building at the bottom of her eyes and threatening to flow. It was not the pain that triggered their release, but the shame and humiliation of her own forbidden actions.