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Castle of Slaves
(Author Unknown)

Emily woke with a start.  Oh God, she had actually slept in her coffin cage!

   Trevor was hanging a plastic bag of liquidised food from the bars of the cage lid above her head.  The light through the windows was pale and gold suggesting it was getting towards evening.  He pulled the socket of her drinking tube out of the middle of her mouth plug and slid in its place the larger tube hanging from the bag through which she could suck the food down.  It was unidentifiably and spicy and not unpleasant.  She gulped it down hungrily.

   As she did so Trevor moved on to tend to other girls in their cages.  She saw that about half of them were now occupied.  She glimpsed a second white-shirted and well-scrubbed young man cleaning a naked woman off under the shower.  Another of Broomfield's young helpers, she supposed.  What a job for a young lad?

   When she was done, Trevor put the bridle over her head, shortened her wrist chains to pull her arms up close to her waist belt.  Unstrapping her ankles he removed her socks and shoes and replaced them with black stockings and high heels.  The stocking tops were held in place about her upper thighs by clinging, pliant thin black rubber garters.  Then he freed her completely from her cage, clipped a leash to her collar and led her to the ablution wall. 

   The shelf that had supplied combs and brushes when she had showered earlier also held a selection of perfumes, lipstick and make-up.  Her lips were currently sealed away of course but he applied blusher and eyeliner with surprising and unexpected skill, finishing off with dabs of perfume in the classic places.   Emily supposed he had plenty of practice.  

   Then he had her bend over the trestle and flushed her bottom out again with the hose and applied fresh petroleum jelly to her rectum.  

   'Now we've got to get you ready for presenting to Sir Alaric and his dinner guests,' he said as he led her to a large side door.  'With you being new we want to make it a bit special?'

   The room next door was packed with such an array of strange devices of every shape and size that Emily could not take them all in at once.  But they all had one thing in common: they were all designed for the restraint, humiliation, punishment and display of naked women! 

***

The white rendered stone dining room of Dunscombe Castle contained a magnificent fireplace, exposed black oak beams, gilt-framed oil portraits hung on the walls of people in period dress and a dining table laid for a dozen guests, glittering with silverware and crystal.  Seated at the head of the table was Alaric and opposite him at the other end was an elegant dark-blonde woman who Emily took to be his wife.  Between them were their guests.  The men were all dressed in dinner jackets and women in clinging evening dresses, with bare shoulders and plunging necklines, revealing their figures.   While some of the men were greying, paunchy and clearly in their fifties and sixties, the women were much younger.  All were attractive and immaculately made up and wore expensive bracelets and necklaces about their necks and wrists which sparkled and glittered.  Some of this jewellery seemed unusually heavy? 

   All this Emily took in as she was wheeled into the dining room in terrible style, preceded by Broomfield at his most imposing announcing, 'The new girl Emily, Sir Alaric?'

   Emily was spread-eagled between a pair of upright two-metre-long timber spars. Her wrist cuffs were clipped to rings at their top ends and cuffs fitted to her ankles over her stockings were similarly fastened to their lower ends.  Her waist belt side chains were hooked to rings screwed to the middle of each spar.  The spars were hung on swivel joints at their midsections which were supported on their outsides by a pair of shorts stout posts which were bolted to the top of a low wheeled trolley.  This trolley was towed by a naked slave girl on her hands and knees.

   She had a long chain threaded through the front ring of her collar, which was clipped to cuffs buckled about her legs just above her knees.  The chain was just long enough for her to remain doubled over on her hands and knees and move one shuffling step at a time, but too short for her to stand upright.  She had no choice but to remain on all fours, with her bare breasts jiggling and swaying beneath her.  To add to her indignity she was coupled to Emily's frame by a chain hooked to a large ring plugged into her rectum.  Every shuffling step made her bottom bulge with the strain, although the plug within her had been expanded so it was too big to expel. Emily could hear her groaning behind her bridle gag.

   Emily was hardly more comfortable in her frame and her own rectum had also been put to an unnatural use.

   A vertical rod with a dildo on the end rose up from the middle of the trolley base and skewered her backside.  Apart from being desperately humiliating and darkly stimulating, the dildo rod did help steady her and keep her upright as the freely pivoting spars between which she was chained swung about slightly as she was dragged along, since her chains held her feet clear of the trolley base.   One final humiliation had been heaped upon her in the shape of a pair of rubber cords slung from the upper ends of the spars down to her nipples to which they were clipped by sprung crocodile clips.  The tension stretched her swollen throbbing nipples and lifted and spread her breasts painfully.  Emily fought back the tears as she rolled along, biting hard on the base of her mouth plug which clamped her tongue into immobility.

   As she had been instructed, the girl pulling the frame shuffled slowly round the table so all the diners could get a good look at Emily.  She felt their eyes on her and fought down her sickness even as fresh shame burned in her cheeks.  Several of the men expressed their appreciation of her body and complimented Alaric on his good fortune.

   'Unfortunately I've only got her for a couple of weeks,' he explained, 'so I thought I'd better make the most of her?'

   But in turn as she circled the table Emily's eyes were transfixed by the terrible centrepiece it bore, which even outdid her own shameful display.

   Taking up the middle of the table were two pairs of naked inverted female haunches with their bare legs stretched out straight and level on either side of them.  A panel had been taken out of the centre of the table and into it two slave girls had been pushed headfirst and back-to-back until their hips were pressing against the table-top and their upper bodies were hidden beneath it.  Then their legs had been stretched out along the length of the table, pressed tightly together and fastened to it by elegant silver clamps about their ankles and the backs of their knees.  This meant that the valleys of their groins rose in twin mounds in the centre of the table, with the cheeks of their buttocks flattened against each other between them.  This left exposed the clefts of their naked sex mouths facing outward, unnaturally stretched by the tension on their thighs, and the gaping pits of their rectums which pointed up at the ceiling.

   And into these orifices, as a final insult, had been carefully arranged a delicate display of flowers.  Whether they were captured slaves like herself or tithe girls from the village did not matter.  It was a sickening symbol of Alaric's total power over his captive female flesh.  And Emily could not take her eyes off it and felt her nipples swell and her pussy begin to dribble...

   Once she had made a complete circuit of the table, Emily's frame was positioned to one side and a little back from Alaric's chair.  Her towing girl was unhitched and led out.  

   Broomfield announced solemnly, 'Gentlemen and ladies, dinner will now be served?'

   Emily watched from her frame as naked serving girls came in with a heated trolley of covered tureens and bowls and began serving the first course out to the guests.  

   But she noticed as they ate that although the men talked loudly and freely between each other, their wives/girlfriends/companions only exchanged quick whispered comments.  They smiled brightly and responded quickly when, infrequently, they were spoken to by the men, but otherwise for the most part kept their eyes lowered and concentrated on eating decorously.

   Emily hung on her frame for nearly an hour, aching and simmering in pain and guilty arousal until the last course was finished.   At least, she thought it was the last course?

   Alaric called the table to order.  'I think it's time for the ladies to have their desert and then withdraw,' he announced, to a murmur of approval from the men.

   Broomfield took up a silver cream jug on a platter together with a napkin.  He moved round behind Emily and pulled the rod out of her rectum and folded it down flat onto the top of the trolley.  Her body now swayed freely between the pivots on which the spars to which she was chained hung.  He took hold of her by the hair and flipped her entirely over until she hung head down and her splayed legs pointed up at the ceiling.  

   Then, carefully parting her labia, he poured a couple of tablespoons of thick cold cream into her vagina, making her shudder.  Then he swung her halfway back so that she was hanging flat from her cuffs and chains.  She could feel the cream warming within her and beginning to seep between her pussy lips.

   Alaric said to a portly, greying man halfway down the table, 'Horace, perhaps Sarah should go first?'

   Horace grinned and said to a pretty, busty blond woman in a red dress opposite him, 'Off you go, Sarah.  I'll be right behind you?' 

   For some reason this made the others chuckle.

   Sarah bobbed her head meekly, 'Yes, Husband,' she said with surprising formality.  She got up and came over to Emily.

   Standing between her splayed legs Sarah bent herself over so that her bottom stuck out provocatively, clasped hold of Emily's chained waist strap to brace itself and began to lap and suck at the cream oozing from her pussy cleft.

   Emily groaned and bit on her mouth plug as she felt her tongue probing into her most intimate parts.  But the humiliation had only just begun for both of them.

   Horace came round from the table, pulling open his flies as he did so.  Standing behind his wife he hitched up her dress to expose her bare buttocks.  She was not wearing any underwear.

   He rammed his cock into her vulva and began screwing her vigorously from behind even as he watched his wife lapping and sucking cream from Emily's pussy.  

   'You can do better than that,' he growled, slapping Sarah hard on her bare bottom.

   Desperately the young woman dug her face deeper into Emily's cleft.  

   Oh God this was revolting, Emily thought dizzily.  They treat their wives just as badly as they do their slaves!

   Fortunately it did not take long.  Horace grunted as he came inside his wife's pussy and pulled out of her.  The other guests laughed and applauded.  Immediately Sarah stopped lapping at Emily's cream-laced cleft, stood up and brushed her dress down.  

   As the pair returned the table, with the girl blushing noticeably, Broomfield stepped forward again and flipped Emily back onto her head.  Carefully he wiped her sticky pussy mouth with the napkin and then refilled her vagina.  

   'You and Lydia can go next, Geoffrey,' Alaric said.

   The next couple got up from the table and came over to Emily's naked, suspended, spread-eagled and cream dripping body?

   Alaric was a good host and let all his guests go first, so that by the time it was his turn, Emily was in a frenzy of frustrated lust.  Five sets of female lips and tongues had been busy in her flowing pussy and despite her revulsion she was hovering on the brink of orgasm.

   Alaric said to the woman seated opposite him, 'Your turn, Zinnia?'

   She got up from her chair and came over to Emily.  She appeared to be about thirty and had lightly bronzed skin, sensuous lips and deep brown eyes, and gave an impression of elegance and sophistication.  Emily saw her licking her lips with hungry desire as she stared at Emily's gaping cream filled cleft, yet also there seemed to be a shadow of resignation behind her eyes.

   She hitched up her own skirt, rolling it up to her waist, and bent between Emily's legs, taking hold of her belt and pressing her nose and mouth into her pussy, spreading her own legs wide like a mare waiting to be mounted.  Craning her neck, Emily saw that although she was wearing no panties, she had a metal strap about her waist and a metal mesh band plunging between her smooth perfect buttocks.

   She was wearing a chastity belt!

   Alaric came over holding a small key his hand.  He unlocked the groin strap of the belt and pulled it out from between his wife's legs.  Then he opened his own flies, took hold of her hips and rammed his stiff cock up into her pussy.  She gasped as he penetrated her and then began to lap and suck desperately at Emily's creamy labia and seeping vagina.

   Emily sobbed and groaned and bit on her gag as she pushed her hips into Zinnia's face.  Her carnal need had overcome her revulsion and she had to cum or burst.  Her juices were flavouring the cream seeping from her pussy with a unique tang, and Zinnia seemed to be lapping it up with delight, thrusting her tongue deep inside her and even tickling her swollen clitoris.  

   Oh yes, yes?

   But even as Emily felt the orgasm rising within her she despaired.  It seemed that all the women in Dunscombe Castle were captives in some way or other and were subject to cruel humiliations, even the wives of Alaric's elegant dinner guests.  Even his own wife!  And if that was the case, what hope was there for her?