Part 2
As a young man Henry had read the book many times, but never the last page as a note inside the cover had warned his great uncle not to do so himself. He had snuck the book away from it's hiding place and read it often enough that he knew the lusty story start to end, and it had fueled many fantasies back in the day. He thought he had grown out of those desires when he matured, but he always wondered if the magic of the book was as real as his great uncle had feared.
When the opportunity came to test the magic, upon his great uncles passing, and with the sexy but reserved bookworm that the old man boasted about, he couldn't pass it up. He arranged for her to live in the old castle as she worked on his inherited collection, and he removed the cautionary note from the book hoping the two necessary elements would come together while allowing his conscience peace. After all he reasoned, she would seal her own fate by reading the last page herself.
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My name was Anne, and until last night I was the eternal prisoner of the long dead Duke, ruthlessly used and interrogated by him and his men in life for the location of the treasure he lusted for, and in death by his men who were similarly cursed and were just as trapped as I had been. The witch had put a spell on me that made my pain into intense pleasure, and the more the men put me through, the more I lusted for it. But even intense pleasure can be a kind of torture, and my ghostly tormentors, who I grew to pity, had been at it for over three hundred and fifty years without learning the location of the treasure. Several men had thought to free me with the magic of my book in the last three centuries, but only for personal gain. Henry actually made it happen, and I was grateful beyond description even though an innocent soul would suffer in my place!
This was a magnificent new body I inherited from Jane the bookworm, equally as good as my own before my debasement at the hands of the evil Duke and his men, and far better than the cold bones in the dungeon that only come to life at night for the entertainment of my tormentors. Henry couldn't take his eyes off of my naked self and I couldn't bear to cover up so soon either, having become accustomed to being naked for over three centuries. When we had stared at each other for long enough, after he foolishly asked me if I read my own book, I asked him if he was the master of this household and what was his pleasure?
When he stammered I took to my knees in willing formal submission, "Henry, presumed lord of this castle, I am grateful beyond words for my release, and I wish to do whatever it is that you desire."
I had already come to the conclusion that Henry was no blood relative of the old Duke despite his brilliant deception with the bookworm Jane, and had no experience with command, or possibly even women. I also knew I could help him with both, and possibly rescue HIM from a boring life. Henry never looked away from my nakedness though, and when he couldn't find his voice I asked him if he wanted hidden treasures or pleasures of the flesh. As master of the castle he could have both, but I wished to see what he wanted first, and therefore most.
It was all too much for the young man who was still shocked that the witches lingering magic actually worked, but encouraging to me that his first lust had not been the treasure that I had kept secret at great personal cost. Still on my knees, I asked Henry if I could rise. His wishy washy reply was "um-hum", not even real words in any age and I thought I deserved more, but first I had to make Henry strong.
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Henry made love to me for the first time all afternoon long as the sun beat down on both of us through the large window of the room. I also discovered I may have initially misjudged his experience with women. When his passions were spent he did things to me like only my hand maidens and I had done in the privacy of our bath and I exploded in ecstasy many times over. And when his energy returned again and again, he was just as passionate with me until we were both too exhausted to go on, but his desire was clearly my pleasure and not his own! Henry cooked for us, and we bathed together, and then we went back to bed with him explaining the wonders of twenty first century to me as I explained the magic and brutality of the seventeenth to him.
I had dreaded the coming night as I did for the last three and a half centuries, and when it was finally dark we heard the horrible wailing noise that I only knew too well. The only explanation was the bookworm Jane getting tortured for information in my place by my ghostly tormentors. Information that she couldn't possibly provide no matter how much she might like to. A wailing noise followed by the heavy clunk of ancient rack linkage that only worked at night for her skilled tormentors, and that always stopped just short of fatal injuries for me when I was there. I only hoped the witches spell worked for her as well as it did for me. It was impossible for me to tell by the anguished noises I heard though.
The next day when we both woke late in the morning Henry wanted to know if there was anything we could do for the bookworm. I thought to ease his conscience and I told him she was a smart girl and would let us know when she had enough. I hoped I was right! I then went down to the dungeon with Henry and we both saw the lifeless bones, and I shocked him by telling him I thought we should rebuild the dungeon and include it in the tour he told me he wanted to establish. I also failed to tell him the real reason for my desire though.
I then pointed out where the treasure was hidden, agonizingly within the sight of my former bones just outside the jail cell, cunningly hidden deep inside the far wall by skilled stone masons so long ago. There were valuable coins and jewelery in there and we had to sell the pieces off a few at a time, and not all in the same places so as not to cause attention to ourselves. There was enough material wealth hidden in the wall to last us a lifetime, or more. We left some of the simple copper coins in the wall and repaired the hole, not knowing the effect of removing all of the treasure.
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Over one year later I was dressed in period clothing and letting out the last of the tour guests that were amazed at our knowledge of the castle, including the dungeon and armoury. The last tour was running late, as usual, and we had let the other tour guides go home to their families as we lived in the castle anyway. The guests always asked the most questions in the dungeon, and it was apparent that the room excited some of them in a very sexual way. They also wanted to know if the bones in the cell were real, and we always lied and said no. We thought it unwise to disturb them and when the room was renovated and we made special provisions for their care, for obvious sentimental reasons.
I could tell that the fire burning in the center of the room was welcome and warming to the guests, although these days it was fueled with gas, but the true reason it was lit was to warm the chamber for our later use. There were several men on the tour that I suspected would have given anything to see me in the irons of the dungeon. And even though I passed a pair of reproduction manacles around and asked if they would like to try them out, with my wrists held out in invitation, none had the courage to try with their wives looking on sternly. If they only knew of our later plans...
I was looking forward to my dungeon time with Henry after the last of the guests finally left. We had established a kind of tradition, with him playing interrogator and placing me into one of the restored jail cells, and then onto one of the rebuilt devices. I had discovered that I missed the rougher aspects of my previous life from time to time, and Henry helped me with those as he relived his own fantasies of being my dungeon master. He had planned on using the new rack that was an exact working duplicate of the original, and built by true craftsmen at an extraordinary price. I was looking forward to seeing if the witch's spell still worked, and hoping Henry didn't dislocate my shoulders as I always begged for more without regards for the safety of my living body.
The spell worked last week when Henry flogged me to multiple orgasms while chained to the whipping post, and again when he took me unnaturally as I hung from my wrists exhausted from my ordeal! It was hard to know for certain that the latter was due to the witches' spell though, as I had developed an affinity for that particular act of perversion when performed by Henry. The only thing we had to worry about was that we were out of the dungeon before the ghostly users started late at night. We didn't know the consequences of being down there when they started on their victim.
I had just turned the heavy lock on the front door when I heard the iron knocker pound, and I was already frustrated at the delay in our time together, but I plastered a warm smile on my face anyway and opened the door. I started to say "I'm sorry where closed", but I didn't finish because a young woman held up my book and said, "I think you lost this, Anne?"
I had not been called that in over three centuries by anybody but Henry, and only when we were sure we were alone! I didn't even realise I let her in as she walked right past me. Henry, my anxious interrogator, came to the front of the castle when he heard the knocker, and the young woman said, "Hi Henry, you're looking well", without being introduced to him either.
She introduced herself as Beth and told us she was a junior archivist at the palace, and we both knew what palace she was speaking of. She was dressed as many of her generation did these days, tight black leggings and an over shirt, and high heeled boots. A young lady had to have a certain kind of body to carry that look off, and this one at least did. It was the knowing look in her young eyes that got my attention though. She said this book appeared as if by magic in the crown's ancient and expansive library, and she decided to get it put away before somebody got in trouble.
She said Beth read it curiously that day, (I was instantly aware of who I was really talking to when I heard her accidentally speak of Beth in the third person), and that it appeared to be two highly provocative stories. The first written in old English and sounding like a barbaric historical account, and the latter written in modern English and sounding like porn. The same phrase was written on the last page twice, one in the old style and the other in the new.
She asked if I would like to read the last page, and I quickly answered no!
"Wise choice", she said. And her eyes said so much more as she looked right through me.
She said Beth, the very kinky archivist did, and is now likely the guest of your dungeon as I once was. She looked to Henry and said she was initially cross with him for his treachery with her. Henry looked like he wanted to shrink away from the girl, but she told him with a seductive smile that he was already forgiven, and that she had a most fantastic tale to tell us...
The young woman told us unnecessarily that she was the actually the bookworm Jane, and that she had spent nine months at the hands of my former interrogators down in the dungeon experiencing ecstasy unimaginable to the those above. The last part of that was said to ease our conscience and let me know that the witches spell had magically transferred to her as well. She said that the book came to her just as I had written that it came to me, and that she took the opportunity to document her experiences intentionally in minute detail until there was no more space to write. She said she had then written the magic phrase on the last page a second time, and that weeks later she found herself swapping bodies with this young university girl, as she gestured to the magnificent body before us. She said, unnecessarily to me but for Henry's benefit, that she not only received her body, but also her experiences, making assuming her identity easy.
I had not seen the book in months, I not even thinking what she described was even magically possible. I then asked Henry to make the three of us something to eat as we girls discussed some things, and he was only too happy to have an excuse to leave us alone...
She told me in a light hearted way that it at least looked like I was taking good care of her former body. She then got serious and asked me if I had the same yearning for roughness that she had since escaping the dungeon. I not only told her I did, but that I felt that desire right to my core. She admitted to me that she had even tried out two S and M clubs in the big city to satisfy that insatiable lust, offering herself up for stage shows and surprising the happy men who weren't used to having such fresh meat on the table. Even that didn't satisfy her desires, she said. Although she did say the men in attendance had the time of their lives searching for the limit of her endurance, expecting to hear her scream out her safe word several times. She also told me that she made a months salary for each performance, and was offered more scenes that she initially turned down, but would have to accept if she couldn't find what she needed with us!
She told me she knew then that she had to return to the castle, or risk loosing her life in search of the experiences that she craved right to her core in the living world. I gave her a comforting hug and told her I had the same feelings and had found a solution, and that I would share it with her if she liked. She was so grateful that she hugged me tighter and I felt her strength, and her lips as we shared a passionate deep kiss not unlike from one of my handmaidens so long ago! I found my own hands on her firm ass pulling her into me, her thin leggings allowing me to feel every muscle ripple and squirm as she ground her boiling womanhood onto my thigh with a moan.
Henry called us to dinner in the great room, and I was certain he had seen our affection and wondered what he thought about it, that was until I saw his engorged manhood attempting to escape the confines of his medieval britches. After that I knew he would be "up" for what I had in mind later. I just hoped there was enough Henry to go around for the both of us. If not, we had a room full of medieval devices that Henry could choose from, as well as some modern and obscenely large sex toys that we had yet to need.
The simple meal of soup and bread was designed not to fill any of our stomachs, and the dinner conversation was just as exciting as one would expect. Jane in Beth's body, (who I will call Beth from now on for clarity), told us she was more than happy with her new body, other than what we discussed in private, and the position of junior archivist in one of the oldest surviving libraries in the world was nirvana to a bookworm like her. She told us that she had a hard time adjusting to her new revealing wardrobe, but that if she started dressing like her old self somebody would ask why. It made sense to me and was the reason that I dressed in my, that is Jane's old clothes when I went back to the states to settle her affairs some months ago.
Beth told us both that she had researched the evil Duke and his repossession of the castle with her access to the old records, and told us that he was permitted to do so by the crown in exchange for the hidden treasure, and only if he eliminated the popular good Duke. The old directive was in the ancient archives and sealed with the King's seal guaranteeing it's authenticity both then and now. It seemed, Beth told us, that his orders were to ensure that no member of the good Duke's court should ever be able to reveal the King's role in his treachery, and that the evil Duke was given a free hand to have as much fun as he liked in doing it.
I was shocked to hear this as I thought the crown was on our side back then, but the fact that the good Duke was well loved by many meant he was feared by the powerful few. She also told us that months after the evil Duke took over the castle my diary was documented to have appeared by magic on the King's desk, and his witch read it and cautioned him about the last page that she had magical protection against. The King apparently kept it for some time until he returned it to the evil Duke with a trusted courier, and here Beth guessed he was entertained with the read himself.
Beth told us it was her intention to return the diary to the library, so the girl trapped in the dungeon would have no way to escape. She pointed out that if the diary was properly in it's place on a dusty shelf at the palace, that even if the girl managed to summon it, she would only be able to add to the last page. Beth said that she had a cautionary note describing the danger of reading it already in place. She said if the girl were able to write the phrase "I will willingly trade places with the author of this book", it would probably just return to it's place on the dusty shelf and never be read, but that if it were read she, and not I would likely be the one going back to the dungeon.
I realised then that the bookworm had given me a grand gift by filling my diary with nine months of HER detailed experiences, making her the primary author and supplanting me as the lesser one. I also realised she did this not out of charity, but to ensure that the spell on the book released HER from the dungeon, and not me from my comfortable new life trapping her in the dungeon forever. I was unclear if reading the last page of the diary would send Beth back to the dungeon, or only allow the reader to trade places with her here, but it was clear that unless I read the last page myself I wouldn't be going anywhere. I also had another thought on this confusing situation, but I needed to talk it over with Henry first to see what he thought. I also knew that magic was not science, and the law of unintended consequences could pop up at any time.
Beth was anxious to get going on whatever I had in mind that would relieve the yearning "need" she felt right to her core, the same "need" I had been feeling since I opened the door for her well over an hour ago. I asked Henry if he minded if Beth came with us tonight, and his reply of "excuse me" bought a smile to my face. I convinced him I was OK with sharing him with Beth, and he was like a kid with a second favorite toy to play with. Beth and I drew a bath and we both jumped into the large tub and washed each other as if we always had. Beth had obviously washed this body of mine more than I had, and her body was so much like one of my handmaidens that we were soon doing things that I don't want to discuss in detail...
We lost track of time and Henry's knock on the massive door brought an end to our fun, for the moment. We both put on the cheap nightgowns that I had a stock of, and that Henry loved to tear away from my body down in the dungeon to set the proper mood. When we were both wearing the thin gowns, made transparent in spots by our still wet bodies, I opened the door to an ear to ear grinning Henry, and he presented two pairs of the cushioned reproduction manacles, one for each of us. He fitted them to us with arms in front, and it was all out of our hands from then on as Henry dragged us barefoot down to our fates.
Henry locked me into one of the restored cells, clearly more interested in Beth's youthful unexplored body than my familiar one. I didn't blame him as she was young and quite lovely. Earlier in the bath I had noticed the lingering injuries on Beth's body from her last visit to the club she attended, and I told her Henry was usually good about not marking me up, but that sometimes it couldn't be helped. She said she didn't care about that as long as she got what she needed, and I reassured her earlier that she would. The skeleton in the other cell that were once my bones looked on with disapproval.
Henry dragged her over to the hanging chains, and she protested her innocence, totally in character with what she and I had once been through in this very room. He locked her cuffs to the new chain overhead and secured her pretty bare feet in iron ankle cuffs, first having wrapped the soft rags of a discarded nightgown inside of them as he usually did for me. He chained her ankles wide to iron rings embedded in the floor, exact duplicates of the rusty original ones from centuries ago. At this point I couldn't help myself and I was furiously rubbing at my womanhood in search of release, rattling my own cuffs in the effort even though nothing really even had happened yet.
Henry's head suddenly snapped around at the noise like I had never seen it before. He left Beth hanging there as he walked to my cell, and he opened it and dragged me out by my cuffs and over to the same chain that Beth was attached. Henry told me as it appears that I desire what Beth is going to get, that I would share her fate equally. He locked my cuffs to the same chain that Beth's wrists were and we were face to face once he had my ankles cuffed to the same chains her's were. My arms were several links higher than her's as I am taller, and I protested my innocence as well as Beth's with our faces forced cheek to cheek. We shared several passionate kisses before Henry told us both that he had seen enough, and he produced two strips of leather with a double knot in the center of each that he gagged us with. This was something new for him, but I trusted him implicitly.
Our thin nightgowns were ripped from our bodies as I was thankful for the warm fire, and our bare breasts were touching each others as we were mashed together. I couldn't see it, but when Henry pulled on the other end of the chain to stretch us out Beth's feet swung free of the stone floor, but I was only forced up on the balls of my feet with the difference in our heights. The cat was Henry's whip of choice, plenty of pain and therefore pleasure for me, but no real injuries. The pain only manifested itself in the most delicious of ways with the witches spell anyway, and was the reason we were both here. Henry also liked the fact that it didn't mark me up permanently.
Despite the act he was performing mostly for my, and now Beth's benefit, he was really quite the gentleman everywhere else but the dungeon. Once he had me down in that evil room though, I had to make him promise not to show me any mercy at all so that I could get what I truly needed from the experience, at least to the limit of mortal peril. At first he was hesitant, but I finally had him to the point that I needed him, and once we walked down those steps with me in the manacles I was his. I knew Beth would appreciate the work I had done with him as well.
Henry laid into Beth's exposed back gently with the cat only once, but the force of his blow had her swinging into my chest and grunting into my ear through her gag. He walked around to my side of our little sandwich and laid into my back two times much harder as I tried not to make a sound. Beth's arms were pulled tight with her feet clear of the floor and when Henry gave her four good shots she started to vibrate against me as I felt the moist heat of her womanhood against mine. Henry then realised that she needed it at least as rough as I did and his earlier blows meant to ease her into the night like foreplay were a waste of time. I was to get eight next, and Henry was not the least bit gentle about it as I experienced the first release of the evening with my body convulsing against Beth's, silently though with the gag in place.
The sound of the phone was faintly heard on the other side of the house and many feet above us, and Henry told us he would be back as he dropped the cat and ran for the stairs. He got the phone on the tenth ring and it was the security people, as he feared, asking about an extra car in the parking lot before they closed the gate for the evening. Henry couldn't give them any reason to enter the house and find out what we were up to, and was the reason he just didn't leave the phone ring. He then told them that the car was accounted for as it belonged to a friend that was staying for the night. Henry thanked them and said good night as he looked out at the dark parking lot and suddenly realised that it WAS night and the ghostly tormentors could start at any time. We had all lost track of time, including Henry, and he ran to the dungeon to free us, but not in time.
Henry found the heavy top door to the dungeon closed and locked, and he was certain that he had left the door open when he ran by it moments before. He didn't know it at the time but the lower door was just as impenetrable and we were trapped by the same ghosts that had us once before. The door would be nearly impossible to break, and there was still another to get through before he could even get to us. Henry couldn't remember where he had placed the ring of master house keys in all the excitement either, and he went in search of them thinking it the fastest way to free us...
story continues in The Bones In The Dungeon 3
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