Part 3
Beth and I hung breast to breast in the chains, and I was shocked to hear both heavy dungeon doors slam and the heavy oak draw bars drop into place trapping us inside and Henry out, even if he hadn't left the keys in my cell door. We knew from past experiences that the spirits of the castle could close and lock doors anytime they wanted, and usually in a playful way, but this didn't feel playful to me.
I could tell that Beth still thought this was all part of my plan, (not that I had any way to tell her it wasn't), and seconds later we both heard familiar boot steps approach our position. We couldn't see a thing either, as the room fell into complete darkness when the lights and the fire went out simultaneously. The dungeon was deep underground, and no natural light could penetrate down there making the place so dark that I couldn't see Beth's face pressed against my own.
The boot steps stopped when they surrounded both of us, and it was clear that all of our former ghostly jailers were present to greet us again into their dungeon. "Ma Lady", I heard in a menacing cold whisper in my ear, followed by "impostor" whispered the same way into Beth's ear. That got her attention, and I felt her heart stop momentarily through our touching breasts, followed by several panicked breaths wheezing past her gag as she struggled for freedom that couldn't possibly come.
I had hundreds of years more experience with this than she did, and I knew not to waste my efforts then, let alone now with modern chains and manacles that could easily support a small truck. The dungeon master whispered into my ear in that same menacing way that he had waited hundreds of years to do this again to my living body, and I thought silently "me too" as I sensed him in that familiar position behind me.
I instead felt ice cold hands on my flanks as I squealed into my gag at the cold touch. I was surprised to hear him gasp in pain as well, and I felt his hands drop from my sides. Moments later I felt Beth tense up and emit a high pitched squeal of her own right into my ear, and it was apparent to me that our tormentors couldn't touch us directly without consequences. So much for the old saying that only the living feel pain, but when magic is involved, anything can happen.
I was startled by the crack of the cat against my back moments later, and I bit down onto my gag as I swung into Beth, who was busy getting it good from another of the ghostly jailers with some device I had yet to identify. I was worked over from my knees to my shoulders, and at least half of the time the tails of the cat snaked between Beth and I and stung both of us from our touching breasts down. I started off toward one hell of a strong orgasm, the likes of which I had never experienced at Henry's hands despite his best efforts, but was disappointed when my flogging stopped just short.
The same menacing voice whispered into my ear, "I know your secret now, Ma lady. You won't get any such pleasure from me until you earn it."
As I was left to boil over on my own they kept at Beth, and she swung into me repeatedly until I felt her orgasm so hard that it felt like she was having a seizure. I also felt the heat of her womanhood where it touched mine, and our combine perspiration lubricated our bodies as they rubbed together in further torment.
I hung jealously up against her and silently wished I was her!
As soon as she stopped twitching they went at her again, and me as well, except they always stopped just short of orgasm in my case. Beth was brought off several more times as she drooled on my shoulder past her gag, at the same time that I was experiencing the very real torture of denial...
Beth was eventually wiped out, and hardly with it when they stopped, but only long enough to switch tools and apparently pull out the hidden sex toys Henry and I had purchased "just in case". I felt one of them thrust up between us, but despite my best efforts I was unable to maneuver myself into position to receive it in my desperation for relief. I felt the deep thrusts wrinkle Beth's strong stomach muscles, and it felt as if a thick serpent were slithering around inside her body looking for escape.
Beth responded, but I was unable to capitalize on it myself, and she popped off again as my frustration threatened to overwhelm me. Beth was finally out of it after that and she hung lifelessly from her wrists, but I could still feel her heart beating and I knew she was safe. The soaked gag was removed from my aching jaw and left to hang around my neck as the menacing voice whispered into my ear, "Where is the treasure now?"
For the first time ever I so wanted to tell him, but only in exchange for the treatment that Beth just received. I also knew I couldn't without risking everything I had become accustom to, and I forced myself to remain silent...
When enough time had passed I heard the same voice speak; "Here is the way of it Ma Lady, you will present yourself to us once per week for interrogation, and once per year you will send a friend in your place for our pleasure. If you fail to do either of these things we will give your magical book to the bones to read, and see who ends up where."
"What of my friends?" I asked.
The whispered voice replied, "they provide something we desire, and as long as the witch's spell lasts will probably enjoy themselves at our hands, but in any event will not be permanently harmed as we are not permitted to do so to the innocent."
It was a command, and no reply was necessary, but I told him I would do as he wished.
I felt myself being released from the hanging chains, and both Beth and I were lead to the cell and locked inside, although we couldn't see anything in the dark. My wrists and ankles were cuffed through the bed frame after I was laid down onto it, and Beth was uncuffed and laid down on top of me and fell asleep almost instantly. I heard the cell door close, and moments later the lights and fire ring started as if on their own. I realised they had cuffed me to the bed frame to keep me from tending to my frustration, but despite that frustration I eventually fell fell asleep with Beth splayed out on top of me like a warm blanket.
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I don't know how long the entire ordeal lasted, but I woke still cuffed to the bed with my gag around my neck and covered with a blanket instead of Beth. She was no where to be found, but I could see the draw bar off of the lower door through my closed cell door, and assumed she left me sometime in the night for a more comfortable place to sleep upstairs. I found out later in the morning when both Henry and Beth came down to check on me that she had spent the rest of her night with Henry, and with the possessive way she hung onto his arm I assumed they did more than just sleep!
I reminded myself that I had offered to share Henry with Beth at the beginning of the night, but in my view sharing meant we would both get to take turns with him. I couldn't blame Henry for exploring her lovely young body either without becoming the hypocrite, as I had done much the same thing in the bath with her myself, but seeing her hang all over him still made my blood boil!
I felt especially naked and helpless under the wool blanket as both of them were showered and properly dressed, and the blasted thing even tormented me with it's course texture despite keeping me warm. Both Henry and Beth walked into my jail cell after SHE unlocked it, but made no attempt to free me either...
I finally asked her do so as she was the one in possession of the keys, and much more nicely than I felt like I wanted to. Beth told me she would, just as soon as I promised that I wasn't upset with them for fucking each others brains out last night, and again this morning. It was just too much for me even without Beth's vulgarity.
First, Beth got to have the relief I needed in the dungeon as I was repeatedly teased with denial and forced to watch and feel her have the time of her young life. And second, she was so greedy that she slept with Henry afterwards and enjoyed the fruits of my labor in training him to be a more skilled lover, after she made sure to leave me trapped in the dungeon. Third, she was now apparently the spokeswoman for Henry, certainly due to her youthful and energetic performance in what was only yesterday our bed.
I got the feeling she enjoyed that position most of all, and where that placed me in the order of things in the castle. I also had to be careful not to forget that the somewhat innocent looking Beth really wasn't innocent at all, and had every right to hold a grudge against me. She had a greater reason to hold one against Henry, but for the moment it looked like she had him right where she wanted him, and apparently me as well. There were several other reasons for my anger, not the least of which was that Henry looked exhausted from her youthful and energetic performance, and I just knew that there was nothing left for me no matter how bad I needed it.
I was frustrated, and I felt helpless and betrayed, but I still regretted my words the moment I spoke them while staring into Beth's eyes. "I promise you nothing!"
Henry demonstrated that same lack of courage that he had when he first met Beth and realised she was really the bookworm that he had tricked into the dungeon. If it was guilt at what he had tricked her into, he must have felt it very deeply, because he looked at his shoes and said ever so quietly that we girls obviously had some things to work out, and he turned and left. I watched him leave, but I couldn't believe it!
It was now official for me, Beth had the biggest balls in the castle, and I was at her mercy!
Beth slowly pulled my blanket towards my bound ankles, and it tickled me all the way as it raked my bare flesh, but only enough to remind me that I hadn't gone to the bathroom in hours. Beth neatly folded it up under her arm and just stood there looking at my stretched out body, the same body that used to be hers before she was tricked into giving it to me. She put the key to my cuffs in my hand and told me I had her permission to release myself after she left, and to relieve myself if I needed in the bucket. There was always a bucket in every jail cell, it was a touch of realism we kept for our tour guests to see.
Beth said she would return later to see if my attitude had softened, and the calm way she said it was as if to an unreasonable child about to be deservedly punished. Beth turned and left without another word, locking me into my cell once again. I also noticed she closed the heavy door to the upstairs as well, and I heard her lock it with what I assumed were now her keys.
I really had to go with the sudden chill of being uncovered, and possibly the powerful suggestion from Beth that I might have to. I had the key in my hand, and if Beth had really wanted to torture me she easily could have given me the wrong one. I still had quite the struggle as Henry always puts the cuffs on with the key hole facing me, but I was motivated by not wanting to embarrass myself for Beth's amusement. Once I freed myself from the cuffs and took care of what I had to, and I no longer felt the need to please myself, possibly because I was so distraught at the situation I found myself in.
Beth came down shortly after with three pieces of bread and a bottle of water for my breakfast, and I hated to admit that I was grateful for both. After I finished eating she told me I had a decision to make. She reminded me that the tours started in less than an hour, and I could either agree to her terms and take my place with the other tour guides, or find myself down here for the day as part of the tour! I had forgotten all about the tours, but I couldn't possibly imagine that Beth could be so cruel as to display me in this jail cell in front of everybody for the whole day either...
I had gone from generous Mistress of the castle, willing to share my Henry for Beth's needs, to again being a naked prisoner in the castle dungeon. Whether or not it was Beth's intention to displace me from the beginning I don't know, but I was annoyed at myself for perpetually underestimating her. I also knew there was no way I could be anything but sincere with the former owner of this body of mine without her spotting it instantly.
"What are your terms?", I asked.
Beth told me all I would have to do is give my word that I would submit to her whenever she was present in the castle, and to swear an oath to her. The word submit could mean many things, and if she meant it the way I thought she did, I could be in for one hell of a ride! The thought of submitting to the will of this young woman seemed so wrong, but at the same time inescapable as she was completely in control of me.
I also knew she would be able to take me places that Henry couldn't with her intimate knowledge of this body of mine, if she wanted to. I envisioned her as my ruthless female dungeon master flogging me to powerful orgasms as I hung restrained in some terrible way. I had never had a female dungeon master before, and the thought excited me even though I didn't trust her, or possibly because I didn't trust her. In either event the level of hostility she felt toward me was easy to underestimate, as were many thing about my new mistress.
I told Beth I would agree to her terms, with my hands on my hips in challenge, and my nudity momentarily forgotten. Upon reflection my tone was not the slightest bit contrite, and Beth's eyes narrowed on me like a hawk going for the kill on some small helpless rodent, and I instantly felt much less sure of myself even before she spoke.
"NOT LIKE THAT YOU WON'T" she barked back at me, and there was iron in her voice. It was the voice of command, and couldn't be ignored.
"KNEEL" she ordered me, and I did so without even thinking about it. My eyes were downcast and my hands were clasped behind me on instinct, and Beth said "that's much better" and told me to repeat after her: "I will not only follow my mistresses orders, but make every attempt to anticipate her desires and act before she has need." ...I repeated the first phrase... "I exist only to serve and entertain my mistress, and whomever she chooses to share me with." ...I repeated the second phrase as well, but my womanhood tingled at the direction of her thoughts... "Lastly, the terms of our agreement are secret, and if I reveal any detail to anyone I will never leave the dungeon again!" ...I hesitated before I repeated the last phrase.
How could I explain my submissive behavior to our tour guides, or even to Henry if he should ask? ...I came to the conclusion after a moments thought that I would have much more to explain if the first group of guests and tour guides came down into the dungeon and found me naked in this jail cell. I finally repeated the last phrase, but in doing so also realised how adroitly my young mistress had manipulated me.
Beth warned me that this was a trial deal, and if she didn't like how things were working out she would send me back where I came from. My heart froze when she said that, and she laughed at my expression. Whether she was bluffing or not I didn't know, but I did know not to cross her until I found out. Having Beth as my mistress in the living world still beat the hell out of being tormented by every night for all eternity in the dungeon, especially since the dungeon master now knew my secret.
Beth commanded me to rise and she unlocked the door, and she told me I had better get along as the doors open up in one half hour. As I ran by her she slapped me on my ass with her clipboard, causing me to yelp with the power in her small hand. I ran up the hall and into the shower, but before I stepped in I saw a small bright red mark in the mirror from where Beth had slapped me.
The rest of the day went normally except for the deep cuff burns that I had to hide, and when I saw Henry later on he asked if things were all better between Beth and I. I remembered my pledge to her and told him it was. Henry said that was good as they had an announcement at the end of the day before I and the other tour guides clocked out for the night. I tried not to react, but I was apparently little more than another tour guide now, and who the hell did he mean by "they"...
story continues in The Bones In The Dungeon 4
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