Excerpt from "Captives of Castle Grymwald" by Adriana Arden

 

Cuffed and curb-chained once more, Charlotte and Audrey tottered along the halls of the castle being led by Jellicoe the Butler.

'I trust you won't give me any trouble, Miss Purcell and Miss Meredith,' he had said gravely in English when he taken charge of them. 'You understand I'm only obeying the Countess's orders...'

He was carrying a cane in case he had to impose his will upon them, but after their day in the garden in the hobbyhorses, they didn't have the strength to give him any trouble. They just wanted to lie down and sleep, but they were now living according to the Countess's wishes and not their own, and apparently that was not yet on the schedule.

They came to a door opening onto a flight of steep stone stairs that led down to the cellars. At the bottom, Jellicoe led them along a passageway with white painted stone walls and a vaulted roof.

They went through a heavy oak door into a large chamber brightly lit by electric lights. A dozen massive stone piers crossed the chamber in ranks, their capitals supporting vaults and arches above their heads, carrying the weight of the castle above them. A number of devices of wood and metal, some clearly very old, were propped up against the piers. Clusters of chains hung from the ceiling or down the walls, which were fitted with a variety of iron rings and brackets.

Charlotte and Audrey shuddered at the sight of them.

Jellicoe led them over to a well-equipped workbench with a rack of sinister implements setup next to it, which occupied one corner of the chamber. Beside the rack, looking totally out of place in such surroundings, was a modern washbasin, toilet and bidet. He hung the ends of the chains on a convenient hook on the wall.

'If you will bear with me for one moment, ladies...' he said as he began to rummage through a box of assorted leather cuffs and collars.

His mannered politeness was disconcerting. It was almost impossible to carry on a normal conversation in the circumstances, but Audrey felt compelled to say something.

'How... how did you get this job?'

'I was in service before the war, Miss. During the war I saw action here. When the undesirable influences were removed, I found I liked Salzstein. When I was demobbed, I stayed and looked for the type of work I knew. It is a curious thing, but English butlers are quite highly valued here. Countess Helga is somewhat eccentric, but she is very fair employer and, I believe, an honourable person.' He turned to look them up and down and permitted himself a small smile. 'And being in her service does have its perks...'

He had found the selection of cuffs and collars he was looking for. Methodically, he then fitted them to Audrey and Charlotte's necks, wrists and ankles. They did not have locks. Their buckles were secured in place by rivets he hammered through their protruding leather tongues. Each cuff had a single D-ring stitched to them, while the collars had four. The leather was embossed with the Grymwald crest.

'I hope they are not too tight or uncomfortable, Ladies, but you understand that you must be properly secured at all times.'

He spoke so smoothly and reasonably that they found themselves automatically nodding in agreement.

When he was finished, he took up his cane again. 'Please step over here. You understand that I bear you no personal animosity, but I have been instructed to be strict with you. It is for your own good...'

There were two devices apparently waiting for them, that comprised of heavy boards set on wheels, each board being about three feet long by eighteen inches wide. Pairs of boards of similar size were fixed vertically on the ends of the base boards. The tops of these boards were connected by pairs of iron rods set about waist high and separated by almost the width of the boards. They were hung with several sets of spring hooks.

Audrey and Charlotte were made to stand on one side of the boards and bend over the tops of the pairs of rods. The nearest one pressed into their hips and lower bellies, while their sternums rested on the further one. Their new collars were hooked to it. Their arms were stretched out backwards and outwards, and their wrists were secured at the ends of the rear rods. Straps were pulled over the middles of the rear rods across the smalls of the backs to hold them firmly in place. Jellicoe stooped and spread their feet and secured their ankle cuffs to the lower ends of the side boards. Now they were bent over at right angles from the hips, with their breasts dangling under them and their bottoms pushed out.

Jellicoe manoeuvred the frames until they were facing each other.

'The Mistress said it was important that you should look into each other's faces and watch while you were each being disciplined,' he explained. 'Of course, it will be painful, but I understand that it is for your ultimate good.' He studied their outthrust buttocks for a moment, still blushing pink, and stroked them gently. 'I see you will have already been thrashed once today. Was that at the police yard? I hope I will do so with more care...'

He went to the rack and came back with a cat-o-nine-tails. He drew it across their buttocks, and they realized that its thongs were made of rubber.

'This will not break your skin, but it will inflict the necessary degree of pain. Would you like something to bite on? Some ladies find that having a bit in their mouths is a useful distraction, quite apart from stifling any... ahem... unfortunate language, and of course it does prevent you inadvertently biting your lips or tongue...'

By now, Charlotte and Audrey were staring into each other's faces in an agony of terrified expectation and bewilderment. Jellicoe's relentless politeness and perfect English manners were turning their ordeal into something utterly bizarre.

'Yes... yes... please... give us something to bite on!' Charlotte sobbed.

Jellicoe brought over a pair of rubber dog bones slung on loops of elastic cord, and carefully inserted them into their mouths, tucking their hair up neatly under the cords. Then he opened his flies and exposed his stiff penis, which jutted well out from under his belly. The women gulped at the size of it.

'This is something else Her Ladyship suggested was appropriate,' he explained. 'Since you are meant to learn how to appreciate the male member and satisfy its needs. Shall we start with half a dozen strokes each? And may I just say that it is a privilege to have such lovely and intelligent women such as yourselves to chastise...'

He swung the lash across Charlotte's outthrust buttocks, its crack echoing back from the hard stone walls. She screamed and bit on her rubber bone. Her bottom was now even better presented for punishment than it had been in the police yard. The pliant thongs reached into all her most intimate nooks and crevices and left them burning. Her body jerked and strained against her cuffs and straps, but there was no escape and all it did was to set her dangling breasts jiggling. As tears filled her, eyes she saw Audrey looking at her in an agony of despair.

Methodically, Jellicoe delivered the six blows, each one making his stiff penis wag, and then paused to feel the heat radiating out of her buttocks.

'I must compliment you, Miss Purcell, on the muscular development of your posterior. It really is quite striking. And is now perfectly off-set in blushing pink...'

In the dizzy depths of her pain filled mind, she felt she should thank him for the compliment.

Jellicoe moved around the frames and positioned himself behind and to one side of Audrey.

'I must reassure you that I consider your posterior is in no way inferior to Miss Purcell's, Miss: just a little fleshier and I suspect more mobile...' The lash swished and cracked against her buttocks, setting them shivering. 'Indeed, I was right,' Jellicoe said with relish.

Carefully he delivered the remaining blows. Now it was Charlotte's turn to watch her friend's face screwing up in pain and streaming with tears.

When he was done, he felt Audrey's bottom over carefully. 'Yes, in its own way it is also quite perfect...'

Then he stepped between them and carefully examined their tear-streaked faces. He pulled out a white handkerchief and delicately dabbed their eyes dry. Then he changed his grip on the lash and positioned himself between them. Their eyes widened in horror.

With a forearm swing he whipped the thongs up into Charlotte's dangling breasts, and then with a quick backhand twist, he lashed Audrey's heavier globes. Back and forth he went, keeping their dangling breasts dancing and shivering and burning and turning from pink to scarlet. They sobbed and wailed and jerked on their bonds until the joints of their frames squeaked.

'May I suggest that at this point that you might consider begging me to stop thrashing you, in exchange for taking my manhood inside you, which is the object of this exercise?' Jellicoe suggested politely.

They nodded their heads frantically, forcing out the distorted words about their rubber gags, 'Yes... yes... please... have me... screw me!'

He stopped beating their breasts and moved round behind Charlotte and took hold of her hips and almost solemnly plunged his shaft into her cleft. It was such a relief that she gasped and sighed and sucked on him with her sheath. But it was all over too quickly for her to get any pleasure. Thrashing them must have excited him, because he spouted inside her after only a dozen thrusts. He gave himself a moment to recover and then pulled out of her, leaving her feeling strangely empty, and then moved round to Audrey's behind and penetrated her. It took him a little longer to climax this time, but then he could take as long as he wanted with them. They were going nowhere. They were there to be used. After a couple of minutes, he gave a discreet grunt and spent himself inside her.

Jellicoe pulled out of her and went around to stand between them. They looked at his softening penis that had been inside both of them and then up at his beaming face with their own bleary, dazed eyes, in which mingled hope and fear. What would he do to them next?

Carefully, he took up hanks of their hair and wiped his soiled penis dry on them before tucking it away.

Yes, that really put them in their place.

'Thank you, ladies,' he said courteously. 'That was most pleasurable. Now I must prepare you for the night...'

He unfastened their sore and trembling bodies and took them off the frames and had them sit on the bidet to flush themselves out. They were too overwhelmed to resist, and meekly allowed him to handle them. Then he led them over to another pair of devices.

These were tubular metal frames shaped rather like life-size crude stick figures of people. They had upright rings for heads and arms that jutted a little out from their sides and legs spread wide. Compliantly they allowed him to position them in them.

Their own still bare feet rested on small wooden footrest set just above the floor. Under these rests were sets of small wheels set in line, allowing the frames to be moved about easily. Their new collars and cuffs were secured directly to the frame by more spring hooks, while heavy leather straps were bound across their chests, upper arms, waists, thighs and knees. The backs of their heads pressed into the upright rings. Straps fastened to the sides of the rings were pulled across their foreheads, eyes and mouths, leaving them blind and dumb.

Forward curving horizontal bars set at the base of the stick figure spines, held their "hip" joints on the outsides of their thighs. The leg struts then ran down on the outsides of their own legs to the wheeled footrests, leaving the sore bottoms and aching groins exposed. Chains supported waste buckets that hung between their thighs.

Fitted into them, Audrey and Charlotte looked a little like pink gingerbread men. They also discovered a new degree of helplessness. Once confined, they could do little more than wiggle their fingers and toes. They were totally at the mercy of their captors.

'I shall allow you a little time to rest and compose yourselves, ladies,' Jellicoe told them. 'I shall be back later...'

And they heard his footsteps crossing the chamber and then the door of the dungeon closing shut.