To her relief Clare was not paraded about the dining room again that evening. She had a light meal down in the pet quarters with the other girls and then Larch ushered her along a corridor to one of the private dungeon rooms like the one Jason had taken her to on her first morning. Portia and Cornelius had apparently chosen to hold their session with her in one of them and not in their bedroom.

'The Dryden's can be hard to satisfy,' Larch confide in her as he led along the corridor. 'But you must do your best to please them. Remember, Miss Portia is a Tolliver, and Cornelius just married in. She's the one you've got to please when it comes down to it.'

It was a fascinating insight into the way relationship prejudices permeated down to the staff of the Hall. Clare might have spent longer reflecting on it if her stomach had not been churning in fear at the prospect of what awaited her. Was it ever possible to get used to such a life?

Dungeon Six was of similar proportions to Dungeon Three. There was the same straw on the floor, fake flickering torches on the walls and rack of basic punishment implements and restraints. But the main piece of equipment in the room was an even stranger device than the spinning frame Jason had used upon her.

It was an upright metal panel size of a large door, mounted on a wooden base. The panel was perforated almost like a huge piece of peg board with each hole being large enough for a table tennis ball to pass through. Into several of these holes had been plugged devices that resembled gauntlets stolen from suits of armour. Their jointed metal fingers were spread wide as though ready to grasp hold of something.

Clare's attention was divided between this device and the Dryden's who were waiting for her.

They were apparently not quite as uninhibited as Rhea had been in stripping off for sex games, but their choice of costume was revealing enough. Cornelius was bare to the waist, revealing a wiry torso. Below this he wore a pair of leather fetish trousers, cutaway about the groin which exposed his genitals. Portia wore a black rubber corset which left her breasts and hips exposed, thigh-length boots and long gloves. Her breasts were still shapely with dark red stub-tipped nipples. Her shaven vulva revealed a large, deep, almost hungry looking cleft, from which her inner labia pouted. Both carried canes.

Larch pushed Clare down onto her knees before the Dryden's.

'The girl Swallow is here as requested, Sir and Madam,' he said formally. 'I trust she gives satisfaction.' Then he left. Clare's stomach flipped again.

Portia and Cornelius circled round her, using their canes to flick through her hair and across her skin and tease her nipples.

'Straight onto the gauntlet frame?' Cornelius said. 'I don't think she needs any warming up, do you?'

'No, I think she's ready for it,' Portia agreed.

They pulled her to her feet and across the frame. Backing her against it they spread her legs and slipped her ankles into the grasp of the metal gloves lowdown on the sides of the panel, which they closed about her. While Cornelius held her in place, Portia went behind the panel and worked some device that locked the glove's grasp. After freeing her arms from her binder, they clamped them in place down at her sides with a second pair of gauntlets halfway up the frame. A third pair of gloves high up at the top of the frame on either side of her head were bent inwards and used to hold her head in place, facing rigidly forward. The gloves could be twisted about their wrist joints and each finger positioned as required and then with the adjustment from behind the frame they locked into place.

The gauntlets were more than simple substitute for cuffs as Clare found when they clamped a pair to her breasts. Adjusting the fingers delicately they pinched them about her nipples and lifted them out into painfully stretched points, making Clare snivel as hot tears pricked her eyes, and then they were then locked rigidly in place. A single glove was positioned between her thighs and its extended fingers were slid into the furrow of her labia and then spread wide, stretching her love lips and opening up her cleft and exposing its shiny inner pink valley with its clitoral peak, small urethral opening, and the crinkle-edged mouth of her vagina.

Once she was totally, secured the Dryden's stepped back to admire their handiwork.

'She looks rather lovely, doesn't she?' Cornelius said, his manhood standing out stiffly in front of him as though to emphasise his observation.

'She does indeed,' Portia agreed. 'Let's see how quickly she can be made to cum.'

From the equipment rack they took down a device with a tubular telescopic arm hinged at one end about a flat square metal plate. The arm had what looked like a large and powerful battery-operated power drill clamped to it, from the end of which extended a wickedly ribbed and pronged dildo. They set this down in front of Clare, braced on its baseplate, and slid the tip of the dildo into her gaping sex mouth. Then they turned the motor on.

Clare moaned as the arm vibrated and reciprocated, driving into her pussy. It felt like it was going to bore a hole right up inside her. It was so powerful her entire peeled-open pussy was shivering as it pumped and pounded back and forth. She was being ravaged by the most crude and violent mechanical means and the Dryden's were looking on with keen interest. Portia was rubbing her fingers through her deep cleft, while her husband was massaging his cock which was now standing out in front of him like a tent pole. Clare realized she was simply their plaything: their sex toy, there to suffer for their amusement.

But crude as it was the vibrator was terribly effective at its job. Helplessly she felt her juices flowing and the familiar tension building in her loins, even as her pinched nipples were pulsing and throbbing in the grip of the cold fingers that tormented them. She could not resist it. Why was even trying? It was only the remnants of her pride. But this was Swallow who was being tormented and she had no pride. The Dryden's wanted to see her come so why not let them? Let go and disgrace herself and wallow in her own shame. It was so much easier this way...

With a sob and groan Clare strained against the unyielding gauntlets and then shuddered as her orgasmic juices sprayed out over the pounding dildo and across the dungeon floor. The strength of her orgasm left her dizzy and blissfully happy within a warm pink cocoon of pleasure. For a terrible moment she thought that she had fallen in love with her mechanical ravisher. He was tireless and demanded no pleasure of his own. This one had been for her. She had almost forgotten the Dryden's were there.

They reasserted their present soon enough, however, by slapping her cheeks to bring her out of her daze. The vibrator had been turned off but was still lodged inside her. As her eyes refocused on them Portia said, 'That was excellent.' She reached down between Clare's thighs and ran her finger through the wet mess that now surrounded her pussy, and then brought her fingertips up to her nose to inhale and then lick delicately. 'She tastes lovely. Let's see how well it works up her rear.'

'I really need to screw her first, my dear,' Cornelius said, sounding strained.

'Can't you wait?'

'No, Dear, I really can't!'

'At least let's reposition her first,' Portia said irritably.

With Cornelius half doubled over about his stiff manhood, they pulled the vibrator out of Clare and then plugged more gauntlets into the panel. One pair went above those clasping hold of her wrists while the second was plugged in to the top corners of the panel. These had longer wrist joints than the others and jutted out further from the frame. They removed the gauntlet which had been holding her sex open. Freeing her ankles from the lower corners of the frame they pulled her legs up in front of her, bending them at the hips and spreading them as they went until they could push her knees up against her shoulders. They bent and positioned the new gauntlets, curving them round the insides of her legs to keep them spread and then closing them about the backs of her thighs. They pulled Clare's lower legs up and outward and clamped her ankles in place with the upper pair of gauntlets. Now she was doubled over, virtually hanging from her ankles and braced by her arms pushing against the gauntlets clamped about her wrists, with her legs stretched up and spread wide in a shameful "V", totally exposing her pussy mound, which was now uptilted, and showing off below it the tight pucker of her anus pouting from the grove of her bottom cleavage.

Faced with this enticing sight, Cornelius could wait no longer. He lunged forward, clasped hold of her spread legs and rammed his rampant cock into her sopping wet vagina. His flushed face bobbed before her eyes as he jerked and screwed into her.

'Come on, Swallow!' he gasped. 'Cum for me!'

He must have been close to the brink, for after only a dozen or so thrusts she felt him spurting inside her and a look of blissful delight shaped his features.

'Oh... she is delightful,' he said huskily. 'You must have her, my dear!'

'I shall,' Portia said stiffly, 'but only after I've seen how well she takes the shaft up her bottom.'

Reluctantly Cornelius pulled his penis out of Clare. She felt her juices and his sperm began to drip from her up-tilted pussy onto the dungeon floor. They repositioned the power dildo rod and slid its tip into her anus, greased not only by the jelly Larch had applied but the juices flowing down from her cleft above. Oh God, she was making this so easy for them!

When it was turned on again Clare would have screamed if the gag had not been plugging her mouth so tightly. It was an utterly unbelievable feeling to have this powerful thing pounding and whirring away inside her rectum. The vibrations filled her from within, flowing through into her vaginal passage and the root of her clitoris. Her loins were buzzing and trembling and turning to jelly while the vibrations flowed up her spine and set her mind tingling. It was awful and wonderful at the same time! She was being overwhelmed with sensations that were too big for her to contain. Incredibly she felt the need growing within her again. No surely, she couldn't come again so soon! But she felt she was going to burst...

Her bladder gave way along with the last of her inhibitions and as she climaxed, she gushed copiously, sending a jet halfway across the dungeon floor. The brief high it gave her was indescribable, as was the low that followed. A blush of acute shame seared her tear-streaked cheeks as the Dryden's laughter filled her ears.

'I don't think I've ever seen a girl disgrace herself so magnificently,' Portia declared. 'And look at her face now! You can practically taste her shame! She's such an innocent. And Lucas said he found her locally as well. What luck. I think I will have her now.'

'Do you want to give her a beating first, My Dear?' Cornelius asked.

'You can do that to her bottom half while I ride her face,' Portia said.

The panel folded down flat on its base frame, with Clare still clamped tightly to it by the gauntlets. Portia squatted down over Clare's head, facing the same way and bracing her hands against the gauntlets clamped about her ankles. Clare looked fearfully up at her between the swell of Portia's rubber clad thighs as she adjusted her gag.

'Tongue me out, girl,' she commanded.

Meanwhile Cornelius was selecting a long whippy cane from the rack. It had a small tuft of rubber prongs at its tip. He came back and stood on the base of the frame so he could look down at Clare's upturned groin. He flicked the cane experimentally over the bulging mound of her sex, still wet with her spilt urine and juices, making her flinch and give a little yelp.

Portia squatted down all the way and pressed the smooth, hot deep softness of her pussy cleft into Claire's face. The womanly scent of it was almost overwhelming and its lips seemed to spread and cling about her cheeks so that she had to struggle for breath. Cornelius's cane swished through the air again and cut into her own wet slot. With a yelp Clare slid her tongue out into Portia's moist depths and began to lick and suck at her. At least her session with Rhea had given her some practice at this.

Portia tilted back her head and began to rock her hips to and fro, grinding her sex into Claire's imprisoned face. 'Yes... Yes! More of that girl... yes!'

The tufted cane was flicking back and forth across her buttocks and into her pussy mouth and across the tender pit of her still sore and pummelled anus. It hurt but at a terrible deep level it also excited her.

Physically Clare knew she could not fight this, but it was the emotional and psychological battle that she feared losing even more. The Dryden's were so confident in the way they used her, that she felt she was the one who was out of step. She was frightened of being sucked into their strange lifestyle.

But that battle was not going to be won in this dungeon today. She felt herself losing command of her bodily responses. She might hate herself doing so but she was becoming powerfully aroused by pain and sex. Her mouth was filled with Portia's pussy juices while her own sex was throbbing and stinging and shamefully weeping under Cornelius's precise cane strokes. The consequences were inevitable.

Portia came in her face even as, with a labia-muffled sob, Clare discharged her own juices through her simmering pussy in a final shameful display of helpless passion.