Being Tortured from "The Keep"

Being Tortured - An excerpt from the unpublished novel "The Keep"

“Kari?” Fenel said as she looked up from her list.

“Yes, Mistress Fenel?” ask Kari obediently.

“You are to report to the dungeons. Go to the red room.” Fenel said.

There was an akward silence around the room as all the other girls looked at Kari. It wasn’t with jealousy. The dungeons were not a pleasant assignment. But it was Kari’s first time.

“Yes Mistress.” Replied Kari.

“Head there now.” Fenel waved her onward toward the door.

Kari nodded her head, her long brown hair flowing over her shoulders. She quickly exited the dorm room and headed left down the long stairs toward the heavy wooden doors that separated the dungeons from the rest of the castle. It only took a few minutes before her diminuitive frame stood before a leather clad guard. He looked down at her and the pushed open the dungeon doors.

Kari knew that the other slave girls told stories of being called to the dungeon to help torture the Sorceress’ prisoners, or worse, to be tortured them selves. As the doors opened Kari drew in a startled gasp as she heard several cries and then a piercing scream resounding through the torch lit hall. More wooden doors stretched down the sides of the hall.

She paused upon the threshold and the guard behind her raised his hand and brought it smashing into her bottom. She squealed at the unexpected blow and turn toward him, clutching her buttocks.

“Get on there, girl.” The guard ordered.

Kari nodded and again faced the corridor. She began walking, looking at each door. These first were all colored blue with odd symbols painted upon each door. Every once in a while she could hear crying. Over twenty of these doors lined both sides of the hall and she suddenly found an intersection. The blue doors continued on, while to the left a red door was set in an alcove. To the right a yellow door faced it.

Suddenly Kari heard a girl’s cry of distress and she faced the yellow door. She noticed a keyhole and she quickly put her eye to the hole to see into the room. Inside, one of the other slave girls she hadn’t met before was impaled upon a phallus attached to a slanted bench while a leather clad man took a greased plug and was trying to push it into the girl’s bottom. The girl resisted and the man took a mallet and began striking the plug, ignoring the girl’s cries, until it penetrated her completely. Kari gasped as she imagined the huge intrusion. The man then took a leather strap and began whipping the impaled girl as she bounced upon the bench. Kari watched intently until she felt a rough hand on her shoulder.

“I believe you were ordered to the Red Room, little one.” Said the voice of a man as Kari felt herself turned. She looked up into the brown eyes of a kindly looking man who smiled pleasantly down at her. Kari’s eyes teared and she nodded.

“Well, come with me please.” He said, pulling her forward across the hall.

Kari let the man guide her toward the red door and flinched slightly as it opened. The room was well lit and very warm and she saw two tables on small wheels against the wall. Each table was covered with a blanket that concealed the contents, making small bumps and ridges under the cotton.

As Kari was pulled into the room, she turned to her left and saw a bench. At one end a cross bar had been mounted, making it look like an inverted letter “T”. It was well padded, and she noticed that some sort of winch had been mounted in the center of the cross bar.
The kindly man led her to the bench and then turned her to face him.

“Now Kari, you won’t need your smock. Please take it off. Or would you like me to do it for you?” He asked politely.

Kari shook her head and reached to her neck to untie the top strings of her smock. As they came loose the cloth covering her breasts fell, baring her smooth white globes. A few red lines still stretched across them, a reminder of the whipping she had endured earlier. Her fingers snagged the ties of her waist and in moments her smock fell to the ground.

The man smiled at her and reached out, running his fingers gently down her neck and chest to cup her breast. His thumb grazed her nipple and Kari felt herself quickening in her loins. He suddenly bent and suckled it, his tongue stroking the small nub as it hardened in his mouth and Kari moaned in pleasure, wrapping her arms around the man’s shoulders to hold him.
Suddenly he released her, pulling her arms from around him and he led her to the bench.

“Lay down, please.” He said.

Kari lay down on the small bench with her feet down by the cross bar. She folded her arms over her stomach as the kind looking man went to her ankles. His smooth fingers rubbed the arches of her feet and Kari mewed with pleasure. She closed her eyes as he continued to rub her. She heard a clanking and opened her eyes again to see him holding a padded iron cuff attached to a chain. As one hand held and stroked her foot, the other placed the cuff around her ankle. She felt her foot gently dropped and he repeated the process with her other ankle.

He reached down to the center of the cross bar and she heard him begin to crank the winch. As he did, the chains holding her ankles began to tighten and she felt her legs begin to spread to the far corners of the cross bar. As the winch pulled her legs farther and farther apart, she began sliding downward toward the cross bar until her legs were splayed almost split. Her wet pink slit was only an inch from the edge of the bench and she gasped as the man ran his finger through the soft flesh.

He then came around the bench and pulled her hands over her head. More shackles surrounded her wrists and she felt herself pulled taut. She could barely move with all of her body exposed. As soon as she was bound tight the man again ran his hands over her body, rubbing her sensitive nipples and then sliding his fingers deep into her sex.

She shivered at his touch and felt herself ripening wetly to his tender penetration. She moaned loudly and then gasped as he found her nub and pushed against it with his knuckle.

“There, there little one. It’s all right.” The man said as she tried to push up against him.

Kari closed her eyes and concentrated on the feelings coming from her sex. Waves of pleasure washed over and over her as his finger delved deep down. The taut stretching of her legs, spread wide apart only added to the intense ecxtasy of his touch. It became more than she could control and she felt her body shudder under the light orgasm.

The sound of the heavy wooden door echoed through the room and she opened her eyes to see a second man enter the room. His dark heavy eyebrows narrowed when he saw the first man.

“Barac, you know that you shouldn’t play with the girls before the torture begins.” Said the man who just entered.

“I know, Jorge. But this one was so cute and pliant and willing, I just couldn’t help myself.” Said Barak, who continued to pump his finger into Kari, eliciting moans.

“Well, let’s get started.” Said Jorge. He walked over to the first cloth covered table and wheeled it over to Barak.

“Since you’ve already started between her legs you might as well handle that part.” Jorge said. He moved back to the second cart and rolled it up next to Kari’s head.

Kari turned her head to watch as Jorge pulled the cloth from the cart. It was too tall however to give her more than a glance at several silver colored instruments and she glanced down her supine body to see Barak pull the cloth off with his free hand. She moaned as her pulled his finger from her body.

Barak began to speak to her softly. “Now little one, we are going to bring you to new heights of awarness in a moment. But first, I have to insert one of the Sorceress’ little toys into your body. It will be cold for just a second, at least at first. It will change temperature, size, texture, and will even move in your depths. There will be nothing you can do to control it except to control your own body’s responses to what we are doing to you. It will sense, with magic, what it will take to make your body reach those new levels of awareness I spoke off.”

Jorge grunted. “Awareness? Hogwash. We’re going to torture her, Barak. Sexually torture her. You know that’s where the Lady gets her power. Don’t mince words. Besides, these little girls would rather us tell the truth. He reached out and cruelly twisted one of Kari’s nipples.

“Wouldn’t you, girl?”

Kari cried out as pain radiated out from her tender nub. As her cry echoed through the room she felt the folds of her sex part and a hard round shaped object was pushed deep into her sex. Instantly she felt it begin to vibrate and shake and solid intense jolts of pleasure raced up through her, combining with the twisting pain of her breast and smashing against her like a tsunami. She screamed as she peaked, gasping and thrashing. The two men paused in surprise.

“Incredible. She’s multiorgasmic.” Said Barak with approval.

“Yes. It means we can take our time.” Jorge nodded. He picked up a sharply spiked wheel and brought it down to her breasts with a look of glee.