Dear reader, this is part of what is turning into a novel. Please read the previous parts to gain a fuller understanding of the story.
Emma, on her knees, confined to her bed by a chain attached to her collar, rump in the air was about to accept (not that she had any choice) her sixth anal penetration of that day.
She was tired. No that was wrong, she was absolutely exhausted and she sent an appealing glance towards Adrian, the steward of the 'new wives' section.
Adrian mouthed a silent message of 'last one' to her and Emma bowed her head and closed her eyes and tried to relax.
This man was quite well endowed and Emma was in real pain. She tried not to cry out, but small cries of 'oh, oh,' seemed to spur on his enthusiastic thrusts.
He ejaculated with a grunt and pulled out, slapping Emma's buttocks quite hard and pushed her down flat onto the mattress.
She sighed in pure relief, forcing her aching body to relax.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, Adrian touched her shoulder and Emma sat up, wincing in pain.
'Back to the bathroom, my lady and time to rinse you out again. That's the last one, but you'll be summoned to the great hall, along with everyone else tonight. So don't get too comfortable.'
After an anal douche, warm and then cold water, a squirt of lubricant and a quick examination, Emma was led back to her room, wrists bound in front of her, as usual with Adrian holding a leash.
'There'll be dinner in the usual dining room, in a few minutes and then you'll be made up, dressed in the castle uniform and you'll be taken upstairs to the grand hall. I'll be there as well.
The Inquisitor has arrived and he'll be choosing his companions for the next two days. He won't choose you, so you are safe, but let me warn you, this will shock you. He chose me once and I couldn't sit for ten days and as for my arse, well I'll tell you about that another time. He's interested in both sexes. Very few are safe, but as you are a new bride, he's not allowed to select you.'
Adrian looked Emma in the eyes and she could see his fear. 'Be thankful that you are safe, my lady.'
The girls ate a light meal in their small dining room. All were, as usual, naked. Some were carefully sitting, with anal plugs inserted, some sat down slowly, with welts covering their buttocks.
One had her nipples pierced and sat quietly, tears running down her cheeks. Her nipples had been pierced and Emma realised that she'd heard her screams earlier that afternoon and she shivered slightly.
After their meal, they were taken to the large and luxurious bathroom and their hair was washed and dried.
All the girls (with the exception of the girl with pierced nipples) had their nipples painted, with a dark red liquid.
After this, they were made up, with light eye shadow and their lips were painted with the same colour as their nipples.
Emma was fastened into the bodice, which was laced up rather tightly, with her breasts sitting on small cups, so that they were thrust forward. The bodice had a light gauze top that was shaped from two pieces of sheer fabric, which crossed at the back.
Then she stepped into the full skirt and her nails and toenails were painted in the same colour. She stepped into the high-heeled clogs and looked at herself in the mirror.
She looked good, but with her slim form and round, high breasts, long hair and clear skin, she resembled a high fashion model, rather than the wanton slut, that she thought she'd look like.
Adrian was dressed in a pair of tight shorts and a sleeveless gauze top. He looked androgynous and was also wearing light makeup.
