Note from the author: This story is the second part in a series. Please read the original story, Escape from Dominatrix Island, which can be found here at Literotica. This story contains scenes of female domination and captive males, with non-consensual bdsm and sexual situations. It is written only for adults who enjoy these topics.
When I woke up I wasn't sure what time it was. I had hoped that I'd been having a bad dream but that wasn't the case. Although the bed I'd slept on had been very comfortable, it was located in a dungeon cell underneath the citadel.
The large open archway to the corridor was covered with iron bars and a heavy gate. I'd been kept here before when I first landed on this island and was being interrogated.
This time there were three guards posted right outside my cell. Young ladies dressed all in black leather. Knee high boots with tall slender heels, tight shorts and motorcycle style jackets. When Anastasia had left me here, maybe that was yesterday and maybe it was only a few hours ago, she explained they would be keeping close watch.
A few days ago I had escaped from the women of the citadel, only to be recaptured, and soon I would be punished for making that escape.
One of the ladies glanced up from what looked like a text book that she had been reading. Perhaps she had seen me stirring out of a corner of her eye. After I took a long drink of water from a plastic jug I sat back down on the bed, naked because the women had taken my clothes before locking me up.
The female guard returned to her reading. Her dark hair was worn pulled back, and I noticed that she had two silver stripes on one sleeve of her jacket, and may have been in charge of their group. The other two young ladies, both blondes, only had a single stripe on their jacket sleeves, and sat across from each other at a small table playing a card game and smoking cigarettes. They hadn't paid any attention to me at all.
Feelings of dread were coming over me, my upcoming punishment. Would I be paddled, whipped, who knows what they had in mind? Once again I lay back down on the bed, pulled the thick blankets over myself and tried to escape once again, at least for a while, into a deep sleep.
Maybe I did fall asleep, but I suddenly sat upright when I heard the loud clatter of high heeled boots coming down the stone passageway, along with a faint rattling of chains. It sounded like a large group of guards was approaching.
The lady that may have been in charge of the watch detail closed her text book, stood up, and placed it on her chair. One of the other two guards quickly scooped their playing cards off the table and slipped them into a pocket of her jacket, and they both crushed their cigarettes out on the floor under the pointed toes of their boots. They stood at attention as another group of women came into view and stood outside the bars.
There were two women from the elite guard, who wore the same snug fitting black leather shorts, but their jackets were made of shiny silver leather, and the shafts of their black high heeled boots rose midway up their thighs.
I recognized one of the elites as Ula, a brunette with three black stripes on the sleeve of her silver jacket. She was an expert with the bull whip, and knowing that I was about to be punished, I was not pleased to see her.
Ula quietly gave orders to the other women. All of the women at the citadel spoke a foreign language that I didn't understand. It had a thick eastern European tone quality and may have been Russian.
The other elite guard, a blonde lady with a single black stripe, unlocked the gate to my cell. Ula led the group in. There were at least four younger ladies all dressed in black leather and knee high boots, carrying chains and shackles.
They pulled me from my bed, surrounded me, and started to chain me up. They were not gentle about it. One of the ladies in black leather who really seemed to enjoy her task made what sounded like a condescending remark, but then Ula said something to her in a harsh tone, perhaps telling her to shut up. They finished their work in silence and took me from my cell.
When we reached the stone stairway at the end of the corridor, they helped and even somewhat carried me up, due to the short chain between my ankle restraints.
Seemingly long ago when I'd become stranded on this island and had been brought by a group of women to the citadel, I'd been interrogated in a large torture chamber, and I feared that was our destination.
There had been another time later, when I'd been held as a so-called guest, that I'd seen a larger ceremonial hall where some female guards were punished in front of the others. It was possible they would take me there and punish me in front of the other men who were kept at the citadel, so they would be reminded not to attempt an escape.
However, I was taken to a chamber that I had never seen before. A relatively long and narrow room, with one tall slit of a window at the end. Down near that window was a heavy wooden framework with two upright timbers. There were whips and paddles of different styles hanging on the walls, but I focused straight ahead.
The women roughly placed me between the upright posts, disconnected my wrist shackles from a chain at my waist, then secured them to an overhead beam and walked away. There was an uncomfortable silence. I realized that the window had no glass and was just an open slit, like in a medieval castle where an archer might stand to shoot arrows at invaders. Warm air from the ocean outside drifted into the cool stone chamber.
Then I heard the sound of two pairs of high heeled boots entering the room, walking at a slow and easy pace. I caught a whiff of cigarette smoke as the two approached me from behind. They paused for a moment and I heard a gritty crunching sound on the stone floor, most likely a cigarette being crushed out under a spike heeled boot.
Loredana circled around in front of me from the right. She was a tall, mature woman, and always wore her golden blonde hair in long elaborate braids. Dressed as usual in a form fitting jumpsuit of silver leather, one sleeve covered with many black stripes and topped with a crest that looked like the silhouette of a bird. Her thigh high boots were of matching silver leather and laced up the front.
Although I was firmly chained in place, I strained at my bonds trying to back away from her intimidating presence. As one might guess from her uniform, she was in charge here at the citadel.
She slapped me across the face and yelled at me in an angry tone. I knew that she spoke English well, though with a European accent, but for some reason she chose to scold me in what was probably her native language.
Then another woman circled around in front of me from the left. It was Stanimira, a much shorter, mature brunette. She wore thigh high boots, shorts, and a jacket, all in matching silver leather. One sleeve of her jacket had the same crest on it as Loredana's, but she wore fewer stripes, and served as her assistant.
