Violet was dragged, in her humiliated state, from the party, tears rolling down her face. Of her sister, there was no sign, and she felt sure that Willow's Master would undoubtedly punish her severely for her benevolance.
They did not return to the bedroom, but rather turned toward the dungeons. When they passed a maid in the hall, Blaine ordered her to strip, and she did. Her eyes caught a glimpse of the maid folding the clothing neatly before carrying it off down the hall. His cold gaze was upon her, and she blushed, falling immediately to all fours.
"Well at least my little bitch has not ENTIRELY forgotten her place," Her Master snapped, and yanked upon the leash, bidding her to follow. Violet crawled after him, crying harder now. Why had she been so stupid? Above all, she needed to remember that her old life was passed. Willow was not her sister, but another nameless slave in a crowd of many. These thoughts, though she expected them to hurt her, seemed to make her feel more secure as she hurried after him. But she was suddenly aware of the rattle of the chain leash, the harshly woven carpeting digging at her knees, and her lowly position.
It turned out the Castle had several smaller dungeons in addition to the large one. Into a smaller one was where Blaine led his disobedient slut. He closed and locked the wooden door behind them, which Violet scarcely noticed for glancing around in horror. Despite the modest size of the room, it held many pieces of furniture, as well as walls lined with various torture devices. This, she realized, was where she would TRULY pay for her outburst at the party. The taste of cum on her lips would have been a delightful end, compared to the looming equipment before her.
The most impressive of these items was what appeared to be a carved wooden horse. It seemed immobile, and in the saddle were carved two penises, sticking upright. Violet felt herself swallow. She was terrified of this device, and to her horror, that was exactly where he led her first. He paused to oil the wood, and then lifted her, setting her atop it. The double penises penetrated as harshly as knives, both being impressively large. She sobbed and wept, but he wasn't done with her, yet.
He put a gag in her mouth, so large that it stretched her jaw painfully. Then she was blindfolded, and her arms were bound, forearm to forearm, just beneath her shoulderblades. Just when she began to squirm, he pulled her legs up and tied them securely to the wooden horse. And then, all at once, as if by magic, the wood beast was moving. A whirring sound accompanied these motions, and Violet found herself being soundly fucked by a machine. She released a terrible whimper, but was unable to squirm.
Meanwhile, Blaine had another "treat" in store for her. As she rode the wooden horse, he began toying with her nipples, causing her to whine even more behind the gag. And then, there was a searing pain, as some sort of scorching liquid was poured over each of her nipples in turn. It took her a long moment to realize it was wax, and she only realized that as it cooled and hardened, making her highly aware of the sensations there.
