The Princess descended the steep, spiralling, stone staircase slowly and carefully. No wonder given the five inch pencil thin heels she walked in (attached to thigh high leather boots) or maybe her hesitancy was related to what awaited her at the bottom of her descent.
She was deep underground, nearing a nearly 400 year old stone dungeon hidden under one of the many stately homes she now had access to in her role in the Royal family. The pretty brunette paused as she came to the end of the steps and allowed herself to wonder what the many sleazy tabloid newspapers would have given to have a picture of her dressed like this? It always amused her how they took her picture just wearing everyday dresses and coats or even in gowns for occasions. But to have a picture of the 34 year old Princess wearing a tightly pulled black latex Basque that her breasts were almost overflowing from, and excruciatingly tight latex shorts that displayed most of her pert, royal bottom, above her kinky boots would surely have sent many a paparazzi into apoplexy.
Her younger sister, greeted her at the bottom of the steps.
"Wow you look fierce sis, really getting into the part aren't you?"
And she did, wearing that outfit and with her long, dark hair pulled back in a severe ponytail she looked the part of a harsh Dominatrix.
"You know me, love to role play. Anyway the Prince is off buttfucking those two fat cousins of his this weekend, inbred freaks, don't see why I shouldn't have my fun too. Tell me how many did you get?"
"Eight. Enough for you?"
"Oh rather! And they know the score?"
"Oh yes, once you're in there and I lock the door anything goes until I open it again in a little over 24 hours. Lord, you'd better pray I don't get run over by a bus tonight what! Also they have been recompensed and know the rules and punishment regarding talking to anyone about things. Now, are you ready sis? Well in you pop."
And with that she swung open a heavy wooden door and The Princess strode in, giving an involuntary shudder as she heard the door slam shut behind her and the clear turning of a key in the lock and the slamming home of the heavy metal bolt on the outside. She strained her ears and heard her sister's footsteps on the stairs slowly disappear until she could hear them no more.
The Princess was standing in a relatively small stone chamber, with the heavy door the only feature on any of the four walls, floor or ceiling. All surfaces were cold, hard stone and the lighting was a supplied by a series of stylish lamps designed to look like torches that hung from the walls. The only other thing in the dungeon were eight naked, black men, each chained by the neck to a ring in the wall.
There were four chained to either side of the chamber. They were all muscular guys, big, fit, well put together. Her sister had chosen well. They were also all completely nude and they were staring at her like hungry wolves. She held her nerve and smiled as she slowly paced down the middle of them. She looked at the white paint on their heads that indicated their cock size :9", 6", 7" and 10" down the right hand side. She could not resist peering down between these men's legs and glimpsing the huge cocks held down there. And she was locked in here with them.
She walked back up the other side having inspected her 'crew' before turning to address them.
"What a pathetic collection of useless fucking niggers. Well don't worry boys your white Mistress will give you the treatment you deserve!"
The man first on her left gave a scowl at her racist comments and Kate strode up to him and slapped his face.
"Got a problem Nigger? Didn't think so. Now listen up you dumb black bastards by the time we're done in here you'll be emasculated and enfeebled and broken. I will break you, completely, you think because you have big dicks that you are something special? You're not -- your dumb, piece of shit niggers and you're mine to do with as I like!"
She stood before them dominantly, growing into her role as she continued.
"My little sister tells me there's some real big men here today, a couple of convicted rapists, a couple more that have done time for other violent attacks, the real dregs of society. Well I'll show you how a woman should be treated in here, I'll bust your balls and make you my bitches by the time, we're done."
Given the looks of anger, hatred and disdain on their faces it was as well they were all held in place by their collars. As The Princess made to walk down the middle of them again a key dropped from her hand and landed next to first guy on the left, who she had slapped minutes earlier."
With the key gone she knew she was passed the point of no return and braced herself for a shift in dynamics. She was soaking wet in the pussy at the thought of it.
Her senses heightened and she would swear she could hear the key slide into the lock on the collar and click open, but she kept walking down the chamber, towering over her kneeling slaves knowing that places were very quickly about to change drastically.
She was stopped suddenly in her tracks as a hand grasped her long ponytail and jerked her to a shuddering halt. She gave a high pitched gasp before she was roughly propelled forward so she was face first into the wall, a strong hand holding her face right up against the stone. She stood stock still, imagining the key being passed around and one after another the men being freed from their bondage ready to show her the error of her ways.
"Fucking stuck up white bitch!"