Lady Julie was bored. Married to Sir Michael only three months ago, the initial excitement of the ceremony and the novelty of marriage were beginning to fade.
There was a fair going on outside the walls of the keep but, other than opening the day and a brief genteel walk amongst the stalls, Sir Michael had insisted they withdraw so as not to impede the enjoyment of the commoners.
She picked at her shoulder length blonde hair irritably and brushed imaginary crumbs from her deep green velvet bodice. It was a fine fit she thought idly. Her large breasts contained but somehow giving the impression that they could burst out of their confinement. She smiled but then remembered that she was angry with her husband and scowled at him.
'Can we just do something?' she enjoined. 'I still don't see why we couldn't stay at the fair.'
Michael, tall and muscular, stood with his hands on his hips, staring out of the window. He turned.
'We have standing.' He said. 'It would be inappropriate to interfere with the fair. Those present would be uncomfortable in our presence.'
Julie pouted.
'I know.' Julie said slowly. 'you could show me around the dungeon. You keep telling me I shouldn't be seen to go in there. No one would see today.' She looked at him challengingly.
'It really is unseemly, your fascination with the place. Can you not read or sew instead?'
She rolled her eyes.
'Oh go on.' Julie said. 'It is a holiday. There won't be anyone around today. You can slip me in and let me have a look. No one will be the wiser.'
'I still don't think it is appropriate' He replied.
'But you said yourself that there were no prisoners at the moment, so what could be the harm?' She wheedled.
She nuzzled against him. 'I'll be ever so grateful.' She purred.
'Well,' he said cautiously. 'A quick look, no more. I wouldn't want you the subject of any court gossip.'
She stood on tip toes and kissed him. She then leaped up grabbed his hand and pulled him along before he could change his mind.
They stopped at the top of the stairway down to the dungeons and listened to make sure no one was around. Julie giggled that both the Lord and Lady should be scared of being caught in their own castle. He grinned back at her. When they were certain it was clear they rushed down the stone flags of the old stairwell. The oak door at the bottom was deep with age and had black bars in the form of a grill to look through. Iron stud work added to the air of menace it held. He pushed it open and the interior was as quiet and empty as the floor above.
Some torches were alight in the sconces and they cast a wavering light and dancing shadows. There was a musty and slightly damp feel to the place.
They were in a circular room about 20 feet wide, from which ran several corridors. One had doors along its length that were clearly cells, another had openings into what appeared to be larger rooms.
As they wandered along the cell corridor Julie peered into the tiny rooms, straw strewn floors with iron rings hanging from the stone block walls. She shuddered.
'What a dreadful place to end up.' She said shivering.
They moved to some of the larger rooms where various devices lined the walls and had been erected on the floor. Iron rings hung from the ceiling and were at various points on the walls. A huge wooden frame in the shape of an X stood in one corner, manacles at each end.
A bench with wheels and ratchets at either end took up one side of the room.
'Is that a rack?' She asked .
'Yes.' He replied, 'but it really isn't used much anymore.'
There were also ropes and further rings hanging from the centre of the ceiling.
Julie turned and with a mischievous look on her face said 'Why doesn't my Lord see about using these,' She paused, 'and then see about using his Lady.'
She bobbed coquettishly in front of him. She glanced over her shoulder at him while rudely pushing her bottom out.
She had the pleasure of seeing a stirring bulge in his trousers in response
He looked around again.
'There really is not anyone near, they are all at the fair.' She cajoled.
Julie stretched up her arms towards the ropes and swayed suggestively in front of him.
With a low growl he grabbed her wrists tightly and slipped the mannacles about her wrists, pulling the rope taught so that she stood on her toes. He grabbed her by the back of her head and kissed her hard and deeply.
Julie felt his hand roaming her back and grasp the ties fixing her dress. He pulled them roughly and she felt them pull apart and he tugged them down to lay in a pool at her feet.
Her sudden cool nakedness and vulnerability sent waves of anticipation through her. She thrust her breasts forward, nipples hard in the chill air, hot with desire. She could feel that heat between her legs as well as he explored her defenceless body, all the while kissing her with an hard urgency.
He moved back from her mouth and dropped to kiss and suck at her nipples. She pushed against him moaning with excitement and thrilling to this illicit activity. He went lower, running his tongue down her stomach to the top of her pubis sucking in the blonde hair and noisily breathing in her scent. She tried to spread her legs but could only manage a short distance as she was stretched so high. He grabbed her buttocks in either hand and pulled her toward him thrusting his tongue deeply into her soaking sex. She squealed and arched towards him. She could feel her arousal mounting, her hips thrusting onto his mouth.
'Sire, sire.' Sudden, Men's shouts and the sounds of running feet came from outside the rooms. They were very obviously heading in their direction. Julie felt herself go cold.
Sir Michael stood quickly. He desperately looked around.
'I do not have the time to release you but they mustn't see your face.' He said.
'I will get rid of them, but in the meantime,' he grabbed a hood from the table and shoved it down over her head plunging her into darkness.
'I will be back straight away.'
Julie heard his retreating steps and then a muffled conversation.
'Sire, ---an attack, -- rebels, --- guards --- awaiting leadership.'
Julie heard their footsteps running up the stairs and then there was silence.
She pulled hard on the manacle ropes but she was held fast. She could do nothing but await his return.
Minutes dragged and she strained to hear his returning steps and maybe even his return to their games. Her body was cold and her nipples hardened in response.
A sound from behind her in the corridor made her sigh in relief, he was back, but then a female giggle with a low male response made it plain that this was not her Lord. She froze hoping desperately that they would not look into this room. The sound of their whispers and low laughter made it clear that they were looking for a secluded corner for their own entertainment.
Their footsteps stopped suddenly and a low whistle came from the doorway.
'Well, well,' a male voice said. 'Looks as though we may be having more fun than I thought.'
The woman was slightly breathless as she asked 'Why is she here?'
'Don't know, dont care' He replied callously, 'but criminals are often left here after their sentence for me to deliver punishment. Looks like the Lord has sent her down for some special treatment.'
He laughed but there was no humour there. 'I'm always willing to oblige his Lordship.'
'Can I watch?' the woman's voice said, her breathing heavy with excitement.
'Watch?' He said, 'You can help.'
She giggled again with a sensual sound in her voice.
The man groaned as she wrapped a hand around his waist and grabbed him through the front of his trousers kneading his swelling member.
Julie was shocked rigid at how they could presume her situation and opened her mouth to demand her release, but then she hesitated. She couldn't let them know who she was. Her Lord would be back soon and she would be released instantly and the jailor and his mistress none the wiser. The decision, though, was taken from her.
'Firstly,' said the man's voice, much closer now, 'lets not have her disturb us in our fun.'
A rope was expertly and rapidly wrapped around her head and forced into her opening mouth, pushing the material of the hood into her mouth. Julie called out but now only a muffled sound came out. The cloth tasted sour and dry, She didn't want to think when it had been used before. The rope not only stopped her speaking but prevented them identifying her.
Rough hands grabbed at her buttocks and she tried to swivel out of his grasp. A loud crack and a sudden sharp stinging pain made her yelp and she realised he must have slapped her.
'Stop that my pretty.' He crooned. 'Now you just let old Tom do what he will or it will go bad for you. Well, badder.' He added with a laugh.
'What are you going to do?' the woman asked hurriedly.
'Ha, we've got a nice long time what with this fair going on so how about we get these wide to start.'
He kicked at Julie's legs pushing them wider.
'Get that there bar for me Sarah.' he instructed. There was a pause.
'This one?' Julie heard from a little way off.
'Yep that's the one.'
Footsteps brought her closer and the man's hands grabbed Julie's ankle securing a cuff about it. Her other leg was pushed further apart and that ankle placed in the cuff at the far end of the bar. This had the effect of not only spreading her legs but also raising her feet off the floor so that Julie was now hanging by her wrists, her toes just brushing the floor. She slowly swayed in the air.
Her whole body felt stretched taut.
Hands roamed down from her throat and took in both her breasts, kneading them. He grasped a nipple and just held it.
'What shall i do with this?' He asked to Sarah.
'Pinch it.' She breathed, 'pinch it hard.'
'Your wish is my command.' He laughed and Julie felt a crushing pinching to her nipple. She jerked in her bonds and cried out against the rope which all but stifled her cry.
'You see.' the man laughed, 'half of the pain is in the mind. With that hood on she will ImagIne all sorts of things we might do to her.' He paused. 'We may do them too.'
'Go on, you do the other.' he said to Sarah.
'But I've never done anything to a woman.' She said but without conviction.
'All the better.' he said 'you'll never see her again. You can do whatever you want.'
Fingers grabbed her other nipple. They were smaller and smoother. Sarah tugged gently at it.
'It's growing.' she said still gently pulling on it. Julie could feel her wayward nipple swelling.
'That's good.' the man said. 'The bigger it gets the more choices you have as to what to do to it.'
Julie shivered.
Sarah tightened her fingers and slowly pulled outwards. Julie's breast elongated as it was stretched out in front of her, the nipple being stretched further. She groaned into her gag and Sarah must have decided on that moment to give it a final hard tweak. She squealed.
Laughter from both the man and woman was the only response.
