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This story was written using two characters (Becky and Liv) from The Bravos Feminine story published elsewhere.
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The Crimson Pit Lore:
High on the cliffs of the southern most point of the kingdom sits one of the oldest castles in the realm. Its stones mined from a nearby quarry have a dark reddish hue that is the origin of its name. The Crimson Pit was originally built to defend the southernmost portion of the kingdom but as the years and wars raged on it fell into ruin.
The present King's father upon slaying his last competitor at the gates of the Crimson Pit declared it the newest prison for the betrayers to the crown. Stories tell of him fucking the competitor's wife bent over the walls of the castle's tallest tower to the cheers of his warriors. Since that fateful day the Prison was rebuilt to host all female criminals, traitors and captives of the kingdom.
The Crimson Pit: Athena
Athena descended the stone spiral staircase into the lower level of the Crimson Pit. The castle built hundreds of years prior had been retrofitted into a prison for the kingdom's most violent male criminals and all female prisoners.
Athena was dressed in the common attire of a prison nurse, except for her shoes which she had left in her quarters. She had decided the shoes made too much noise for sneaking around parts of the old castle she wasn't allowed to go. Her bare feet touched the cool wet bottom step and she crept silently down the western wing of the castle's expansive subterranean prison cell blocks. Torch light illuminated her walk as she moved down the hall.
Athena could hear the soft moans and groans of the female inmates forced to share a cell with the kingdoms most deviant and evil men. She flinched as she heard the sound of a whip crack against flesh and followed by a high pitched scream. She remembered vividly earlier that day when a prison guard had given her the tour of this section of the prison.
"The Kingdom's most violent rapists and murders are locked behind these iron bars. Each week we toss them a fresh female inmate to use and abuse. It seems to entertain and satisfy them to a point." He had said as they watched a male inmate pound into a female inmate from behind. Athena now remembered the ropes that were bound around the woman's legs, torso, chest and neck, immobilizing her to the point she was just fuckmeat for him to enjoy.
Athena had infiltrated the prison over two weeks prior under the ruse of being a newly hired nurse. The Prison's doctor had barely questioned her presence due to the overworked nature of their staff. It helped that this new nurse was slim, fit with curves and dark features not typical of this area of the kingdom. She had lied to him when he asked what part of the kingdom she was from. It was rare to see dark black hair and brown eyes on her lightly nut brown skinned body.
Her mind came back to the task at hand and the entire reason for her sneaking through this dark part of the prison. Months ago she had befriended a handful of young women like her, mercenaries, adventurous, bold and daring. Quest after quest had brought them all adventure and riches.
However, two of them had split from the larger group to take on the task of stealing from a local nobleman. Athena remembered them asking her to join them and "return what he had stolen to the rightful owner." Her refusing had haunted her ever since. She knew that if she'd accompanied them, they would have never gotten caught and sentenced to this horrible prison. She knew the right thing to do would be to break them out.
Unfortunately, finding them had been nearly impossible. The prison system was complex and designed to drain both manual labor and full use of the female inmates bodies. Athena herself had seen the inmates pregnant with bastard children destined to someday fight on the front lines of the kingdom's army, other inmates forced to work in mines that snaked under the walls, or the ships, filled with galley slaves, that carried goods and ore to kingdom ports.
The warden, overseers and guards had no issues with using the women as they saw fit. Strong ones were chained to an oar or yoke, beautiful ones were locked in the public fuck pillories or passed around by the guards, the ones that caused trouble were sent to the male inmates cells.
Part of her regretted the decision to search this portion of the prison for her lost friends. She glanced inside one of the cells to see a dangling woman, hanging by her arms from the ceiling. Whipmarks criss crossed her pale white flesh as her blonde hair hung down partially covering her tits. The man must be sleeping at this hour, bored with her use.
She moved deeper checking each cell for her friends. She had found the log book over a week ago with their prisoner ID numbers. #17845 was Becky, a slender blonde medic known for her potions and smart wits. #17846 had been the number assigned Liv, the group's sharpshooter and voluptuous auburn haired beauty. Athena knew Liv would be the most likely to be tossed down in these cells due to her defiant nature.
Athena peeked around the corner of the stone wall and into another cell. Inside a woman was bound on her knees with ropes tying her ankles and wrists together. She panted and moaned as her male cellmate seemed to rummage through a wooden chest for new implements of torture. Athena could read the black numbers that had been tattooed into the side of her left breast. "Inmate 16453".
Athena waited until the man returned with nipple clamps before sneaking past the bars, she knew the woman's cries would further disguise her movements. She glanced back to see the woman squeal as the clamps closed around her pink hardened nipples.
Checking each cell was tedious but necessary for her locating her friends. The scenes that she witnessed further proved that these men deserved to rot in this hell hole. The women seemed to be treated like nothing but holes for their pleasure and toys for their sadistic urges.
Athena stopped at the last cell on the right side of the west wing and checked the occupants. Against one wall a nude redhead hung shackled by her wrists. Her body matched that of her friend Liv but she couldn't make out the numbers tattooed on her breast due to the male inmate pressing his chest to hers as he fucked her.
The woman's legs hung in his arms as he pushed her up and let her fall down into his cock. Athena could see it glisten in their juices as he used her. She wanted to open the bars and bash him in the back of the head with an iron rod. She watched closely as she could make out the first two numbers of her number between their movements. 17...
"That could be Liv." Athena thought as she located the keys on the nearby stone wall. She paused realizing she'd need to find Becky too before attempting to break them out. She turned to watch the pair and confirm the poor woman's identity.
The man brutally fucked her into the stone wall over and over as her legs flailed around him and her heavy chest bounced with each thrust. Athena watched him order her. "Wrap your legs around me whore..."
What he did next made Athena gasp as his hands went up to the woman's throat as she squeezed her legs around him. The man started choke fucking the woman brutally.
