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Carnel Castle
By Unknown


CHAPTER ONE

The taxi cab pulled up at the massive wooden drawbridge and slowed to a stop. As the 
dust settled, Carrie tried to pull her eyes back in her head. She had never seen anything like 
Butcher’s Castle. If she hadn’t been in upstate New York, she would have sworn that she was 
viewing an authentic Old World castle.

As the dust settled, all she could see was the huge wooden drawbridge. But she had no 
problem remembering the massive walls, turrets and towers that had filled her eyes as they 
approached. It even had a damned moat surrounding it, as if the owners were still in need of 
defending it from invaders of old.

“That’ll be fifteen seventy-five, miss,” came from the cabbie as he opened her door and set
her two bags next to the taxi.

Jerked out of her thoughts, Carrie reached for her purse and quickly extracted a twenty, 
“Keep the change.”

“Thanks.” He gave the twenty a brief glance as his eyes snapped back to the stunning 
brunette getting out of his cab.

Damn if he wouldn’t let her cook him a meal any day of the year. Long, and I mean long, 
legs uncurled as she twisted sideways to ease out the door. Ducking under the door opening 
he got another good glimpse of her unfettered knockers that he had been staring at for the 
last ten miles. God, what a pair.

And the rest of her wasn’t anything to sneeze about either.

Stepping out she gave her head a twist to flip her long hair over her shoulder which 
caused them to giggle ever so slightly. Damn firm tits, he said to himself as she placed the 
twenty in his hand.

“Wanta be a chef, huh?”

“Yes. Do you know about the school here at Butcher’s Castle?”

“As much as anyone, I guess.”

“What have you heard? All I know is what it said in the brochure and what Chef Barbara 
Linsley told me down in the City.”

“Well, I know it is unique. Only allowing women and all. And I guess it is a good cooking 
school because I’ve eaten at several restaurants that the graduates work at.”

“Really? Where?”

“A couple of places in the City. High buck area, if you get my drift. And all of them were 
beautiful women and great cooks. I remember a steak that literally melted in my mouth. I 
didn’t have to chew it at all. If you learn nothing else here, you’ve gotta learn how they 
tenderize their meats.”

“I hope I do. I’ve tasted Chef Linsley’s and I agree. She said the only place I could learn the 
secret was here at Butcher’s Castle.”

“Well, good luck. If you learn, give me a call and I’ll buy the steaks.”

“It’s a deal.”

After exchanging names and phone numbers Carrie picked up her bags and walked to the 
rope at the edge of the moat and pulled as the sign told her to as the cab drove away. 
Instantly she heard a bell ringing inside the castle walls.

Eyes straining, she watched the top of the wall and a moment later she was rewarded as 
she saw movement, followed by a voice that asked, “What do you want?” in a gruff voice.

Thinking that it was an inglorious welcome, she answered nevertheless. “Carrie Worth. I’ve 
been accepted for enrollment here.”

The man’s head disappeared behind the wall. “It sure isn’t a school for manners,” she 
whispered under her breath and started to set her bags on the ground. But her motions were 
stopped as she heard a grating sound and looked up.

The drawbridge was beginning to lower.

She watched in amazement as it inched it way down. Huge chains, as big around as her 
thighs, slid inch by slow inch through greased pulleys as the wood and metal on the 
drawbridge creaked and groaned, seemingly in protest, until with a thud it settled on her side 
of the moat.

A puff of dust rose gently in the air as the heavy wood settled a few feet from her feet.

“Well, don’t just stand there, come on,” the same voice almost yelled at her, snapping her 
head up and making her notice for the first time that there were even iron bars between her 
and the entrance to the castle.

Again bending over to get her bags, she muttered, “Starling authentic. Complete with a 
jackass acting like he’s the captain of guard admitting hostile forces.”

As her steps echoed on the wooden drawbridge, Carrie was beginning to have second 
thoughts. No, make that thirds.

“What in the world was going on,” she asked herself as the squeaking bars opened. Not 
the whole section either. Just enough for a person to pass through.

“Don’t take all day. Master William is waiting, and you can take my word for it, it’s not 
something you want to happen.”

Stepping through the final barrier, Carrie got her first good look at her ‘host’ and gave a 
shiver of… dread? fear? She wasn’t sure, but it was definitely NOT a pleasant feeling.

“This way.”

Carrie watched him turn and questioning herself with ever step, she followed as ordered.

He had to stand at least six five and any lineman for any professional football team would 
willing change bodies with him. Wide, huge, massive shoulders. Arms bigger than her legs. Yet
for all his size he was extremely graceful. And long legged, she had to almost run to keep up 
with him as they climbed stone stairs and entered a very impressive wooden door that looked 
like it could withstand a siege without splintering.

Dark, stone walls and floors echoed with each step they took down a long hallway.

Stopping at the third door he turned and said, “Leave your bags here. They will be taken to
your ce… room.”

Gratefully she set them where he had pointed to and flexed her sore arms. Couldn’t you 
have carried them? she silently said in her mind, because for some reason she didn’t have the 
nerve to say it out loud.

A solid thump of his hand on the door resulted in a, “Come in,” from inside. Her escort 
opened the door, nodded his head, turned and walked away.

Well, so much for him carrying my bags, she thought as she walked through the door.

“Miss Worth, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Please come in.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m Master William. I run Butcher’s Castle.” Offering her his hand, she took it as she almost
melted. God, what a hunk! she thought as she gazed up at his starting black eyes. “It’s a 
pleasure to meet you. Chef Linsley spoke very highly of you.”

“Barbara Linsley?”

“Yes.”

“One of our most promising graduates.” Pausing for a moment, he added, “We were able 
to train her in a surprisingly short time. Very willing young lady. A teacher’s delight. So, have a 
seat his. Worth and let us get better acquainted.”

After she had settled herself, he began. “Are you familiar with Butcher’s Castle for Culinary 
Arts?”

“Not as well as I’d like to be. Perhaps you could give me some history.”

“It would delight me to do so. Let’s see. The Castle was founded some eighty years ago by 
a group of butchers, thus it’s name. But they were an unusual group of men, to say the least. 
They had a dream of producing the tenderest meats ever tasted. And to this day, tender meat 
is still the specialty of the school.”

“They used only the best aged meats, stored them in the most advanced meat coolers of 
their time. We still use them to this day. No artificial coolants here. We still use ice. The coolers
are wood lined, not metal to distract from the delicate taste. The meat hangs from special 
hooks that don’t leave a metallic taste behind.”

“It sounds fascinating, Master William. I can hardly wait to see them. But could you tell me 
more about the curriculum?”

“Surely. There is no set number of hours or semesters at the Castle. Each student advances
at her own speed. Some, like his. Linsley, have graduated in two years, while others take up to 
three or more to finish. There are no Freshmen or Seniors here. We have three grades-novice, 
apprentice and master.”

“As you undoubtedly noticed in our literature, students are required to remain here until 
they achieve Master Chef status. We do not take just anyone. Like yourself, students must pass
certain qualifications. And upon graduation, we guarantee placement. In fact, we require it.”

“You will be taught our secret method of tenderizing. As a novice you will learn first hand 
about our magnificent storage units and through intensive classes in thinking modification 
how to arrange your dishes in the most flattering way. But enough of this, it is time for you to 
begin your first lesson. If you will follow me, I’ll show you our coolant rooms.”

Surprised that she would be starting the day of her arrival, Carrie eagerly stood and 
followed Master William out of his office. A quick glance confirmed that her bags had been 
removed and taken to her room.

But that thought vanished as Master William kept up a steady stream of informative 
information as they traveled through several hallways, descended steps and generally 
managed to get her totally lost.

“As you can see, the Castle is quite authentic. In fact, there are even dungeons. 
Slaughtering is done on the premises and is one of your classes. We even have a tannery that 
makes the most fascinating items out of the skin of the animals.”

Twisting down yet another stairway, he continued. “In fact, the Castle is self-sufficient in 
every way. We grow our vegetables, weave our own cloth, everything as in castles of old. It 
really is a fascinating place once you get use to it. In fact, we have several who live her 
permanently.”

“Now, step through here and we’ll prepare you for your entrance to the coolant room.” 
Stepping aside, he allowed Carrie to proceed him into a small room.

“If you will step into that cubical, you will be able to change into the prescribed dress 
mode.”

Carrie did as told. It was a small changing stall, similar to one at a doctor’s office. There 
were sliding cloth draperies, a small corner wooden seat to sit on, and a paper wrap like those 
used at the doctor’s.

“As you can see, conditions must be kept sterile at all times, just like at the doctor’s. After 
you have changed you can use the antiseptic soap to clean yourself. When you are ready just 
knock on the door and I’ll escort you to the coolant room.”

“Thank you,” she said, but thought, I think, as she began to disrobe. Hanging her clothing 
on the provided hooks, she was soon naked and slipping into the paper wrap.

That finished, she peaked out of the curtains, saw that she was indeed alone and walked to
the small sink and began to scrub. I feel like a bloody doctor getting ready for surgery, she 
thought as the soap made her eyes water.

Surgically clean, she paused before knocking on the door as told. “What a weird school,” 
she said to herself.

A second after her hand touched the wooden door, it opened and Carrie found herself 
staring Master William and the man that had escorted her to his office.

AND neither of them were dress as she was.

“What…” was the only word she got out of her mouth before each of them grabbed one of
her arms and began propelling her down a short hallway.

“Stop this at once. Let go of me.” Carrie was definitely beginning to be quite frightened 
and the cruel grips on her arms weren’t helping matters in the least.

“Just shut your mouth, bitch, and come on,” came from the other man as Master William 
used a key to open a massive wooden door.

As it swung opened Carrie was encircled with frigid cool air. And as she was more or less 
carried into the room she knew that she was indeed in the coolant room.

Monstrous blocks of ice were stacked here, there and yonder amid entire sides of beef and
other meats that she had no idea of what they were.

But there were two things hanging that she had no trouble identifying.

One was blond. The other a magnificent red head. Each was literally hanging like the 
skinned meats that surrounded them.

“Oh my God…” escaped her constricted throat as her eyes fully saw the blond.

Hanging from her wrists, she twisted in agony as Carrie tried to believe her eyes. Eyes that 
saw rings through her nipples and cunt lips. But that wasn’t even the entire picture.

Because from each ring was suspended chunks of ice. Granted they were not as big as 
some in the room, but more than enough to pull savagely on her womanly appendages.

Her nipples were a good three inches long and her cunt lips at least five, which Carrie 
could easily see because her legs were bound way out to her sides.

Unable to do anything else Carrie’s eyes moved to the red head and gave a groan.

The red head was similarly hanging by her wrists, but there the similarity ended. For she 
had hooks IN her.

A pair of hooks sliced through her full breasts and pulled them out to her sides. Another 
set of hooks were in her legs holding them widely apart.

“Noooo…” came from Carrie’s lips as she felt a chill penetrate her that had nothing to do 
with the cool room.

It had everything to do with fear. And that fear escalated rapidly as she felt her captures 
bind her hands behind her back with a very sturdy hemp rope that quickly scratched her skin.

“What… are you doing? What is going on?”

“You expressed interest in our tenderizing methods, did you not? So, we are going to show
you our special methods. Of course we will not do so with something as mundane as beef. 
Through years of trial and error, we have come to the conclusion that the best way is to show 
each individual student our methods with their own bodies.”

“You’re insane!”

“Not in the least. Our methods are proven and we will prove them to you.”

Turning to the other man, Master William said, “Her ankles, Phillip. You know the 
procedure.”

“Yes, sir.”

In stunned disbelief Carrie felt her paper gown being ripped from her shivering body. But 
she had no opportunity to say anything before Master William grabbed her bound arms and 
Phillip bent down and took hold her ankles.

A second later she found herself lying on the wooden floor as Phillip quickly and very 
efficiently bound her ankles in more rope. She didn’t even get a chance to kick him before he 
tied the ends to iron rings embedded in the floor, pulling her feet slightly apart in the process.

Her voice was too terrified to work in any normal fashion, but her brain registered the fact 
that she was as surely roped as any steer at a rodeo.

And just as helpless.

But what in the world did it all mean? How in the world did she manage to get herself in 
this mess? And what was going to happen to her? With her memory of the blond and the red 
headed women still very fresh in her mind, it was a thought she really didn’t want to 
contemplate at all.

But Master William’s words of, “That one will do nicely,” brought her back to events swiftly.

Twisting her head to the side she saw Phillip casually walk over to a block of ice and begin 
to manhandle it toward her feet. A quick thought of, Well, at least they aren’t going to hang 
the ice from me, passed through her befuddled brain as she felt her toes touch the edge of 
ice.

Unexpectedly Master William pulled her arms and she found herself sitting on her legs in 
an upright position. And terrorized out of her wits.

Struggling franticly to make her voice work, she finally managed, “What… what do you 
want from me: Tenderly, using his hand to brush some hair from her face, Master William gave
her a very pleasant smile, considering the circumstances, and said, “Why nothing at all Miss 
Worth. For the next class period we are simply going to experiment with your name. We are 
going to test your worth as we do each new student enrolled at the Castle. You will not be 
required to do a thing.”

“Everything will be done to you. As a novice, we understand that you have no training, 
thus the novice period of you education is to train you. Enough questions for now. Open your 
mouth.”

“Wh… what?”

“Miss Worth, you are not stupid. Please follow simple directions. Now open your mouth.” 
Too afraid to do otherwise, Carrie opened her mouth and it was filled with a gag.

A leather strap was quickly digging into the corners of her lips as a ball wedged itself 
between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Little time passed before she felt the gag 
firmly secured to her head and another strap going around her nervous throat.

Shivering from fear and cold, Carrie’s eyes bugged out as she watched Phillip approach 
her with an evil looking strap.

Five inches of wide, stiff leather came into focus. But that wasn’t what caused her to gasp.

It was the metal, shark-like teeth that protruded from it, along with a very sturdy length of 
chain.

Each sharply pointed piece of metal gleamed in the light as Phillip knelt in front of her. 
Eyes unable to blink watched those metal teeth approach her quivering stomach.

She tried to squirm out of the way, but with being bound to the floor and the block of ice 
behind her she had absolutely no where to go.

Her screams rolled around the room as the razor sharp teeth dug into her stomach, 
wrapped around her waist and pressed into her back as Phillip buckled it very firmly to her.

Each ragged breath she took caused them to dig in even further.

Grabbing a handful of her hair, Master William jerked her head until she was forced to turn
her head sideways. “See how we hang our fresh meat? Please note the special, surgical steel 
hooks that do not taint what is hung from them. Each hook is sterile and strong enough to 
penetrate bone without splintering.”

“It will also penetrate flesh as it is doing so with those sides of meat. Shortly you will get a 
first hand experiment.”

With those words of terror ringing in her brain Carrie felt him pulling her hair back. And 
back. And down. The block of ice pressed her hands into the small of her back which pushed 
the metal teeth deeper into her flesh.

Taking a deeper breath to scream only managed to drive the teeth deeper into her 
stomach and sides as she was forced backwards over the block of ice.

Her skin and muscles cringed from the freezing ice as Master William forced her upper 
body to lay on the block of ice until she was pressed firmly on its slick surface. With her head 
forced back the strap around her neck tighten threateningly.

Then she felt vibrations, as if something was attached to the strap around her neck and 
intuitively she knew that her head was being bound to the floor.

She couldn’t move, she couldn’t even breath without causing the teeth of the belt to dig 
into her unmercifully. And the length of chain lying between her slightly spread legs did not 
instill confidence in her at all.

But the threat of the chain soon vanished as she felt it being raised. A grating sound filled 
her ears that she could not identify. But as the overhead track gleamed above her she 
understood.

Steel tracks covered most of the ceiling area. And hanging from those tracks were endless 
lengths of chain. Each with hooks decorating the ends.

Some hooks were large, some small. And none of them earned anything but fear. Straining
her eyes, Carrie watched as three chains came to rest above her, two slender, one very stalwart
looking.

“Nice looking tits,” were the first words spoken by Phillip since they had entered the room.
“But the nipples need a bit of help. May I?”

“Surely,” came from the calm Master William as Carrie tried to move her body, especially 
her tits, out of his reach.

It was a useless move as she felt him lean over her.

A moment later she gasped in surprise as a warm and extremely pleasant mouth covered 
her right nipple and it instantly came to attention.

She moaned in appreciation. It was the first kind act that had been preformed on her since
this nightmare had started, and of course there was the fact that to her tit stimulation was a 
sure winner for turning her on. It always had been and even now, bound, poked and froze, she
could feel her clit tingle in response.

His tongue swirled around her hard tipped nipple like he was licking ice cream as Carrie’s 
cunt began to release her own trickle of cream. And when he switched to her left one, making 
the right one almost freeze in the frigid air, she was assaulted with conflicting stimuli.

Her right nipple ached with frozen pain but her left sent thrills coursing through her. How 
in the hell could I be feeling ANY pleasure? she asked herself as Phillip continued to lave her 
nipple with utter tenderness.

Even when he pulled away, leaving both nipples crinkled with cold, she still felt her juices 
flowing. It’s not possible, she told herself even as she felt her clit give a twitch of pleasure. And
when she felt two hands grasp her tits her clit began to throb in anticipation.

An instant later her world turned white, then red and spotted with colored dots as cold, 
hard, sharp pain drilled through both nipples.

She breathed deep to scream and the teeth dug even deeper into her.

She tried to raise her head and the strap around her neck almost choked her to death as 
she saw through her tears the cause of the new pain.

Her nipples had been pierced by silver hooks attached to two of the chains hovering over 
her.

Using maximum control over her shivering, terrified body, she forced herself to hold 
perfectly still. To breath as shallowly as possible.

And it helped. A little. Too damned little. But it helped.

Struggling desperately to remain still, it took her a second or two to realize that she wasn’t
moving but the three chains attached to her were.

Ever so carefully she raised her head.

She felt a trickle of water tickle her back as her eyes took in the monstrosity that had been 
done to her.

Small, sharp, cold hooks were attached to her nipples, pulling them toward the ceiling. The
short chain attached to the toothed belt around her waist had been attached to yet another 
chain.

And all three were slowly, ever so slowly, being wound toward the ceiling.

She arched her body, trying to relieve the pull of the chains, but it did little good, she was 
too firmly attached to the floor and the block of ice.

Then even that avenue of hope was eliminated as hooks were secured around her arms.

Cold tears moved up her eyebrows to leave trails of cold across her forehead as Carrie 
compelled her body to remain still. To move absolutely not at all was her only means of 
survival.

Deep down she knew that just the slightest movement would rip the hooks out of her 
nipples.

“Set the timer for fifteen seconds out of each minute, then bring Stefanie to the packing 
room.”

“Yes, sir.”

It didn’t take Carrie long to understand what the timer meant to her. The first fifteen 
seconds of each minute all three chains attached to her rose toward the ceiling, then settled 
back for forty-five seconds.

And it was repeated. And repeated. And repeated until she thought she would go insane.

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CHAPTER TWO


Carrie didn’t know how long she remained there, but it was long enough for the ice beneath 
her to melt considerably. And as the ice melted more and more the more the chains pulled on
her nipples, especially when they were pulled, toward the ceiling every fifteen seconds.

When Master William and Phillip left they had taken the red head with them but the blond
had remained.

At one time a different man had entered, inspected her very closely, then removed her 
gag, then left.

“Your first day here?”

At first Carrie didn’t understand that she was being spoken to, but then the words sank 
into her confused brain and she tried to turn her head to look at the other woman.

The strap dug into her throat as she again saw the blond hanging hideously behind her.

“What is going on here? Who are they?”

“It is your first day. I though so.”

“Why do you say that?”

“It’s simple really. You fought them. It’s totally useless really. You’ll learn in time. And if 
you’re one of the lucky ones, you’ll even find pleasure in your pain.”

“Pleasure? But how…”

“I know you don’t think so now, but you’ll change. I did. It makes it earlier. Before the 
month is out you’ll change. You’ll grow to crave the pain. It will become your pleasure. You’ll 
get so hot you’ll beg to be hurt in these cold rooms.”

“You’re insane.” Carrie couldn’t believe the words the blond was saying could actually be 
true. No one craved pain to find pleasure. Or did they? as she remembered her tingling clit as 
Phillip sucked her tits while she was in pain.

“No. But you’ll have to learn that yourself. They will learn your weaknesses. Then when you
are totally consumed with pain they will do want you need. With me it’s my pussy lips. I love 
them to be stimulated, either harsh or gentle, it makes no difference. Even now as they are 
being stretched beyond endurance, I’m hot. I’d give my left tit just be fucked now. They will 
find your weakness too.”

Carrie didn’t respond to the blonde’s words, she was too confused to do so, and shortly 
after that a different man came in and took the blond away.

That was ages ago. And now she was beginning to understand that the blond just might 
be right. As the block of ice beneath her melted the hooks in her nipples pulled more and 
more.

And she began to enjoy it.

As ridicules as it seemed, she LIKED the feeling of her nipples being pulled by the silver 
hooks.

She even began to squirming, as much as she could under the circumstances, to pull them 
even more. She could FEEL her cunt heating up, juices tickled her cunt lips.

But the cold was beginning to effect her. She began to shiver. Violently. And the more she 
shivered and pulled her nipples the more excited she got.

As she became more aware of her excitement the more her body temperature rose. And as
she warmed up with her bizarre feelings, the more excited she became.

No longer denying the blonde’s words, Carrie allowed herself to become even more 
aroused.

*

Jerri willingly followed Ron to another room, leaving Carrie to her thoughts. The girl will 
learn in time, she thought.

But right now Jerri was more concerned about herself.

She hadn’t lied to the girl, she would do almost anything right now to be fucked. She had 
been hanging from the hooks for two hours, a “normal” class session and she was hotter than 
hell and wanted her cunt filled with hot throbbing cock.

“In here,” came from Ron as he opened a door and pushed her in.

Jerri didn’t need the push, she was more than willing to do anything Ron wanted. She had 
been with him numerous times before and always, after he had had his fun, she was more 
than satisfied.

Yes, he was cruel, all of the men at the Castle were. But he had one fantastic cock and 
knew how to use it. Jerri was more than willing to undergo the pain that she knew would 
come first, in fact as she had told the new girl, she had learned to enjoy the pain that was 
inflicted on her.

Not always at the time, but enjoy it she did, and she had no doubts that pain was very 
near in her future.

The room she was lead to was similar to most rooms in the Castle-wood lined, cool, with 
hooks, tracks and chains. She felt her blood pump faster at the thought.

“Put these on,” came from Ron as he tossed her a garter belt, hose and ankle cuffs.

Jerri complied as fast as she could as her anticipation grew.

It always made her feel elated when she assisted in putting herself in bondage. Now was 
no different. As she fastened the cuffs around her slender ankles her fingers trembled in fear 
and lust.

“Come here.”

Jerri turned to look at Ron. And what a sight he was.

Ron was a big guy-tall, strong and muscular. And wearing the leather and metal jock strap 
made him look menacing and very appealing as she walked toward the bench he was sitting 
on.

“Spread your legs outside of mine and then hold still.”

Jerri again did as order as her body gave a shiver of fear/lust as she spread her legs to 
straddle his, leaving her cunt above his groin decoration.

“The hooks left holes in your cunt lips that need to be filled, so just hold still.”

Jerri held still, even when she saw him pick up two rings.

She had no doubts about where those rings were going. They were going in the holes in 
her cunt lips. She smiled at the thought. Ron, the whole staff at the Castle, knew her weakness.

He saw her smile and gave her one in return. “Like your cunt lips tortured, don’t you?”

“Yes.” There was no sense denying it.

He chuckled at her response then proceeded to place the rings in her holes. It wasn’t a 
difficult process, he had done it many a time. But with Jerri it was a rare treat because he knew
she enjoyed it as much as he did.

He wasn’t gentle about it. He knew she liked her cunt lips manipulated in any manner. So 
he pulled each one as he inserted the rings.

“Makes you hot, doesn’t it?”

“Yesss. You know it does.”

“Ya, I know it. I also know you like them stretched and pulled, don’t you?”

“Yesss.”

“Well, this ought to make you real hot then. Bend your legs.”

Jerri bent her legs as she straddled his. Her eyes watched his hands pick up two lengths of 
chain and in a matter of seconds he had them clipped to the rings in her cunt.

She couldn’t stop the groan of pure pleasure as he let them fall from his hands and sway 
between her well spread legs. The chains pulled her cunt lips teasingly as two drops of woman
goo slid from her female tunnel of lust.

She was hot and getting hotter by the second. And when he slid his hand down one chain 
slowly, making her cunt lips jerk as he passed each link in succession, her legs began to 
tremble.

When he reached the end of the chain, he said, “Bend your legs more.” She did, as he 
snapped the clip from her ankle cuff to the chain. A minute later both chains were secured to 
her ankle cuffs and she knew the reason.

Her legs, already trembling from their bend position, would soon demand that she 
straighten them. And when she did that her cunt lips would be pulled.

She wasn’t sure how much, time would tell that fact, but she knew that Ron would manage
to have her legs straightened one way or another. She smiled at the thought.

“I can smell your hot cunt. It wants filled doesn’t it?”

“Yesss.”

“Well it will be filled, but first you have to earn the privilege.”

“I’ll earn it. What do you want me to do?”

“First I want you to bend over, place your hands on the bench beside me and read the 
sign.”

What sign? passed through her brain as she bent over at the waist and answered her own 
question.

There on the side of the bench was a sign. She quickly scanned the words and her body 
gave another shiver of lust.

“Read it out loud.”

Jerri licked her suddenly dry lips and began to recite the words. “Cunt Meat Packing Co. 
The ultimate in tenderized cunts. We use only the most advanced instruments to guarantee 
satisfaction. If not satisfied, return to dealer for further tenderizing.”

“Very good. Now to give you the stamp of approval.”

She felt Ron move and turned her head to see. A strangled gasp escaped her throat as she
saw the steel dildo in his hand. Steel and spikes that gleamed in the light.

“First we tenderize the outside. We are going to play a game. The rules are very simple. 
Bend your arms so you rest them on the bench. That’s right, now keep them there. The game 
is played in two steps.”

“The first step is you straighten your legs, which naturally will pull the shit out of your cunt 
lips. Do it, now.”

Jerri took a deep breath and began straightening her legs. Her legs quivered. Her cunt lips 
pulled and stretched. She felt her juices flow faster. A whimper of pain/lust fled her throat as 
she slowly unbent her legs.

“Lock your knees. That’s right. Now for step two.

I’ll tenderize your ass with the dildo for as long as you keep your legs straight. Then I’ll 
work on your slavish cunt lips, inside and out. Got the rules straight?”

“Yesss.”

“Good.” And with that word Ron brought the spiked dildo to her ass.

Not harshly. If it wasn’t for the sharp spikes it would be considered a caress.

Jerri felt the goose bumps parading up and down her entire body as the spikes slid over 
her quivering buns. Ron slid the spikes Over the entire area of her tush as the rings pulled her 
cunt lips and more goo escaped.

He began turning the dildo back and forth as he applied more and more pressure until the
spikes began to sink into her flesh. And still she kept her legs straight as flash after flash of 
lust began to consume her.

Then Ron began to “spank” her with the dildo. Gently at first. But with each passing blow 
with more force. Five. Ten. The twelfth one, which sank the spikes into her ass cheek, made her
bend her legs in pain/pleasure.

Ron withdrew the dildo. “Remember Step One. Straighten your legs.”

His voice wasn’t harsh. It was almost soothing to the excited blond as she again 
straightened her legs and Ron again brought the dildo down with a snap.

The spikes dug into her ass, but she kept her legs straight and it landed again. Then again 
and again until her quivering legs bent again. And again Ron stopped.

“That was good for a start. Now to speed up the tenderizing process. Spread your legs 
wider. That’s right. Now straighten your legs.”

Every muscle in her legs and ass quivered as she again locked her knees in place. She 
instantly felt the cool air assault her opened and stretched cunt.

But that thought quickly vanished as she felt the spikes slid over her stimulated lips. Back 
and forth it slid, making her hotter by the second.

The spikes teased her cunt lips until she thought she couldn’t stand it any more, and she 
pleaded, “Doo iiittttt.”

“Do what,” his calm voice asked as he continued to slide the dildo gently back and forth 
across her slick lips.

“Hurt mmmmeeee.”

“Hurt you? You mean with the spikes?”

“Yesssss.”

“As you wish. But remember Step One.” Ron pulled the spiked dildo from her trembling 
lower lips, lowering it toward the floor. Then brought it back up. Fast.

“Aaaaaaaahhhhhh yeeesssss.”

The short spikes dug into her spread cunt with ease. Then twice more in quick succession 
before her legs again bent.

But Ron wasn’t disappointed. Not in the least. He could see her entire body shaking in 
pain and lust. He could smell her scent filling the air and knew she was hot.

She was almost ready for the next step. But not quite yet.

“Remember Step One.”

He watched her closely. He could feel the heat radiating from her as he patiently waited 
for her to straighten her legs. When she did, he again brought the spikes to her spread and 
pulled cunt. Driving the spikes deeply into her hot, wet tissues.

She took five good strokes of the dildo that time before her legs gave way in lust. He knew
that she wasn’t avoiding the pain that he was delivering to her cunt. Her legs were simply 
getting weaker as her lust grew in volume.

“Step One.”

Instantly her legs snapped straight. He felt a drop of gratuitous goo splatter his hair 
covered leg as he began to run the dildo back and forth in her slit.

From back to front. From front to back. And with each passing he made sure that spikes 
scraped her exposed clit.

Jerri screamed in lust. Her fists were clinched. Her head was thrown back in passion. He 
whole body shook like a leaf in an whirlwind.

But her legs remained straight, pulling on her pain loving cunt lips as he kept the dildo 
moving back and forth. Back and forth scraping and digging into her cunt and opened lips.

It was time for the next stage.

Withdrawing the dildo from her, Ron set it aside as he placed his hands on her hips.

“Straddle my lap.”

It took Jerri a few seconds for his words to register, but when they did, she did as order as 
fast as she could.

Using both hands to push the hair out of her face, he placed each hand on her cheeks. 
“You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yessss… Godd yessss.”

“Then I think you should. But first we have to tenderize you on the inside. Understand?”

Jerri nodded her head. It didn’t take a genus to know what he was taking about. After all 
she had read the sign.

“Good. Then lower yourself on the dildo.”

Reaching beside him, Ron again picked up the dildo and placed the end against his leg.

“Get it in you and fuck it and I’ll make you come.”

Jerri lowered her head and saw the gleaming metal dildo beneath her as Ron held it 
straight up, pointing toward her opened cunt and she began to lower her torso.

With the dildo atop his leg it didn’t take all that much time before she felt the spikes begin
to slide into her soaked cunt.

The spikes scraped her tender flesh, but they scratched an itch that needed so desperately 
to be scratched.

Sliding her arms around Ron’s shoulders, she drew his mouth to her breasts as she eased 
herself down on her reward/punishment.

“All the way down, Jerri, and you’ll get your pleasures,” Ron said as he took a hard nipple 
into his mouth and began to suck hard.

She sank lower onto the dildo as she felt Ron’s fingers tease her clit and suck her tit.

“Fuck it. Fuck it.”

Jerri fucked the dildo buried in her. Up and down, in and out it went as Ron kept his 
promise with mouth and fingers until she was shattering in a mind boggling climax of 
pain/pleasure.

When she finally calmed down Ron pulled the dildo out of her and replaced it with his 
cock to their mutual satisfaction.

After recovering from his first climax, Ron had her lay down on the floor.

“Keep your legs as straight as possible, pull the shit out of your cunt lips, and I’ll fuck you.”

“Yesss…”

Jerri would do anything for him, and herself, at that moment. She had come three times 
but knew her body was capable of much more. And with the chains still attached to her cunt 
rings, she was more than willing to continue.

With her legs straight and widely spread, Ron knelt between them and slid his cock home. 
When he was balls deep, he arched his body and took one of her nipples in his mouth and 
sucked deeply as Jerri arched up to force more tit into his mouth.

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CHAPTER THREE


By the time Carrie had been at the Castle for two weeks she no longer questioned the words 
of the blond who had spoken to her the first day.

Since that day she had learn the blonde’s name. Jerri. And a whole bunch of things about 
herself and the other women who populated the Castle. Almost all of them craved the pain 
they were “forced” to endure.

But being inertly honest, at least with herself, Carrie soon admitted that she was forced to 
do little.

Jerri had been right. She had learned, or always had, enjoyed pain inflicted upon her body.

The first few nights of her stay she had thought long and hard.

Her small, wood lined cell was very conducive to thinking. The hard wooden shelf and 
small mat that passed for a bed filled most of the room. And the pictures and drawings that 
covered the walls made her think about the infliction of pain.

She had counted them, the pictures, and there were seven hundred and fifty-seven of 
them. On all four wall and the ceiling, even on the back of her door. Some were black and 
white photographs, others were colored. There were pencil drawings and others of charcoal. 
There were oil paintings and water colors too. Some were old, others new.

One drawing and two photographs were of current “students”; Jerri, Susan and Lora.

Jerri’s photograph showed her under “torture” in one of the cold storage rooms. Her cunt 
lips and nipples had been pierced by the steel hooks attached to overhead chains as she was 
arched in a back-bend on the floor. Other than the hooks, she was not restrained at all and 
Carrie knew without being told that it was a very effective form of torture. Because if she 
didn’t remain bent the hooks would be pulled out of her.

The drawing of Susan was entirely different. It showed her to be bound to a T-shaped pole
in the Castle’s inner courtyard. Her upper back rested on the top of the T, making her tits 
point to the sky. Her wrists and ankles were tied together, the pole between her legs as 
weights hung from hooks supported by her cunt lips, pulling them dramatically toward the 
ground. And to secure her in place, ropes had been tied around her chest to the top of the T.

Lora’s picture was the one that most fascinated Carrie, because of her appetite for nipple 
and breast torture (a fact that she realized in herself her first day). Lora’s huge tits were bound 
in yards of rope that cut them off from her rib cage. Attached to each nipple was a nipple 
clamp, and hanging from the clamps were massive weights similar to the old fashioned ball 
and chains of earlier day prisoners.

The color photograph showed her purple breasts, attesting to the tightness of the ropes 
and to the passage of time. But what really fascinated Carrie was, that except for her bound 
breasts and weights she was totally free. In fact the picture showed her walking in the 
courtyard.

Yes, Carrie thought about the infliction of pain on her body, just as the picture were meant
for her to do.

But they no longer scared her. They fascinated her. She dreamed about them, with herself 
as the “victim”, and those thoughts and dreams made her horny as hell.

Many a night she had woken up with her hands buried deep in her cunt begging for pain 
and sexual release.

One night it was unbearable. She knew the rules of the Castle and how she could go about
relieving her craving. In fact, her choices were listed on a paper that was tacked to her door, 
just like in all of the cells. Rules for satisfaction during the night Staff members are available at 
all hours for students who need sexual satisfaction. Just select one of the options listed below 
for payment. After payment is collected, you may have any sexual release you desire. Write 
option on paper along with desire and slip under door. Staff will collect during rounds.

1. Twenty-five whip strokes, choice of location(s) and weapon determined by staff 
member(s).

2. Breasts, not nipples, pierced by hooks while breasts are whipped ten times with weapon 
of staff’s choice.

3. Cunt lips pierced by hooks and bound open as ten strokes are delivered to open cunt, 
choice of weapon staffs choice.

4. Cunt and asshole stuffed with ice-shaped dildos until melted. Staff may require attention
during process.

5. Clit pierced with ring and weights hung from ring for a minimum of ten minutes, total 
weight not to exceed five pounds.

6. Fist fucked by staff until satisfied. Opening choice of staff member.

7. Ice cold enema received and held for minimum of ten minutes.

8. Branded, location and design of brand by staff’s choice.

9. Hook suspension, location of hooks choice of staff.

10. Staff’s choice.

That night she had chosen number 2. as payment and wrote her desire to receive oral 
gratification followed by cunt fucking. Five minutes after sliding the note under her door she 
was escorted to another room where it occurred.

It was even better than she had hoped for. The only surprise was that pictures were taken 
of the event by other staff members who were in attendance. Two days later she was given 
copies of the pictures along with a photo album to keep for herself.

After questioning, she learned that all the pictures in all of the rooms were taken at those 
sessions of requested attention, or had been other special requests of the students.

And it opened up a whole new world for Carrie.

She learned that almost anything could be requested, if one were willing to undergo the 
requirements.

Freely admitting to herself and the staff that she craved breasts/nipple pain, it became 
simple to pursue another of her cravings.

Voyeurism.

But not even Carrie had let her thoughts carry her to the logical conclusion of her desires. 
The combination of pain and voyeurism surpassed even her warped expectations.

Her first of many such events occurred when she requested that she be permitted to 
observe the training of an unwilling student.

Six weeks after her arrival, a new girl entered the Castle. Patrice.

Patrice was an attractive, dark blond gal with ample breasts, narrow waist and a stubborn 
streak a mile wide.

She had been through the normal training sessions during her first week of residency but 
was showing no signs of willingness to comply. She fought, screamed out her defiance, and 
showed no signs of pleasure to her treatments no matter what they did to her.

Every area of her body had been experimented with and not one of them brought so 
much as one drop of moisture to her cunt, nor a hardening of aroused nipples.

She became the challenge of the staff.

There had to be a way to make her accept her training, and they wouldn’t stop until they 
found it, no matter the time and effort involved. As the stories about Patrice circulated around
the Castle, Carrie began to think about her more and more. On the few occasions they had 
been together Carrie had found herself liking Patrice in an unusual way. A sexual way.

Carrie had had a couple experiments with other women, had found them enjoyable, but as
a rule she knew she preferred men in her life.

But with Patrice she felt drawn and set out to fulfill her sudden craving.

Making a special request that she be allowed to participate in one of Patrice’s sessions, 
Carrie carefully composed her note to the staff.

Two hours later Phillip brought her the response. “We have agreed to your request and to 
your form of payment. However, there will be one slight change from normal, you will be 
punished after your time with Patrice instead of before so we may adjust your punishment 
accordingly. It will occur tomorrow morning after breakfast.”

With those words Phillip had departed leaving Carrie the night to dream, plan and 
anticipate all that might or might not happen.

*

When Carrie was escorted into the small room Patrice was present.

Phillip and Ron were holding the restraining girl between them.

“Hello, Patrice,” Carrie said, as Master William closed the door behind them.

Patrice flipped a strand of hair out of her face at the sound of her voice. Still struggling 
with the men that were holding her, Patrice looked startled to see Carrie.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to see if I could help you.”

“How? Why?”

Carrie could see the confusion in her face, and in a soothing voice she said, “Because I 
think I might know what you want.”

“I want out of here.”

“No, I don’t think so. I think what you want is something a little different than what you’ve 
received so far.”

Carrie could see even more confusion written in her face, but she continued.

“Everyone in the Castle has heard about your rebellion. You have become a challenge to us
all. Each of us has tried to think of what you need to set you free.”

“You aren’t making any sense. All I want is to be released.”

“Does it bother you that Phillip and Ron are holding you?”

“Yes, damn it, it does.”

“If I could persuade them to let you go would you do as I ask?”

Patrice didn’t answer for the longest time. But as she struggled with herself Carrie thought 
she saw her answer.

“OK, make them leave me alone and I’ll do as… you say. But only if you keep them away 
from me.”

“I’ll keep them away. At least for a while as we get to know each other.”

Giving Phillip and Ron a smile she watched them step aside.

Slowly Carrie walked up to Patrice, brushed the hair from her face, then placed her hands 
on Patrice’s cheeks. “Why do you fight them? Surely you know you can’t win.”

“I… I don’t like them.”

“Do you like me?”

“I… I don’t know. What are you going to do to me?”

“I am going to do the same things that they do to you. I’m going to hurt you. But when I 
hurt you, you will feel pleasure. Won’t you, Patrice?”

“That’s all right. You don’t have to say it if it makes you uncomfortable. I understand. I had 
a friend like you once.”

“What do you mean?”

“She was hurt by a man once and couldn’t stand for any others to touch her. You were 
hurt by a man, weren’t you Patrice? Someone who hurt you deeply. Not just with physical 
pain, but deeper. Weren’t you?”

“Yes… he…”

“It doesn’t matter what he did. In fact I want you to forget him. He never existed. All that is
real is now. You and me. I won’t lie to you, I will hurt you too, but it will be different. Won’t it?”

“Yes, it will be different. It will be different because I am a woman too. Women understand 
each other as men never can. We know different things. Had different experiences. Have 
different needs. But we all have similar needs too. We need to feel wanted, needed. You want 
to feel wanted don’t you?”

“I… yes.”

“I know you do. And I do need you. I not only need your body to hurt, I need you mind to 
understand why I do it. Can you understand that? Do you know what I’m talking about?”

“I… think so.”

“Tell me. Tell me what you think.”

“When… when he hurt me… it was like I was a thing, not a person. It didn’t matter that I 
fought him. I think he even enjoyed my struggles, but with you…”

“Yes, what about with me, Patrice?”

“You… are different. You want something more.”

“Yes, I want more. I want you. Not just your body. I want you to understand your body. I 
want to give you joy and pain. And whatever I do to you will be done with your agreement. 
Won’t it, Patrice?”

… “yes.”

Sliding her hands from Patrice’s cheeks, Carrie slid them around her head, then eased one 
hand down her back and drew her to her. “Kiss me, Patrice. Kiss me.”

Fear, confusion and curiosity mingled in Patrice’s eyes as she brought her lips to Carrie’s 
briefly.

“Really kiss me.”

After a moment’s pause Patrice brought her lips back to Carrie’s, this time with a full 
fledged kiss.

A kiss of surrender, of wonderment, of understanding.

Tightening her hold on Patrice, Carrie deepened the kiss even more as she took possession
of one her breasts. She caressed it tenderly. “He didn’t do this did he?”

Patrice shook her head as she brought her lips back to Carrie’s.

Breaking their kiss Carrie increased the pressure on Patrice’s breast. Squeezing it, pulling 
on her nipple until Patrice gave a shutter.

“He hurt you like this didn’t he,” she asked as she gave her tit a painful twisting pull.

Patrice shivered. “Yes… but…”

“But it didn’t give you pleasure like I am doing, did it.”

“No.”

“But you do feel pleasure when I do it, don’t you?” To emphasize her statement, Carrie 
twisted and pulled even harder as she felt the nipple pucker in arousal.

“Yesss.”

“And he hurt you here too didn’t he?” she asked as she placed her hand on Patrice’s 
mound. Sliding a finger into her slit Carrie noticed that she was dry. But as she probed it 
began to moisten.

“He entered you here when you were dry, didn’t he? If he had taken time, or showed any 
care, he could have made you wet. Couldn’t he?”

“Yes… yesss.”

“I will make you wet. So wet you’ll think you can drown in your own juices. But before I do 
that I will hurt you, won’t I?”

“Yess… yes.”

“But I will not be the only one to hurt you. The men will too.”

“Noo.”

“Yes. It has to be that way. You have to understand that both men and women desire you. 
You have to accept that both may hurt you and desire you at the same time. After a while you 
will understand and accept that pain is a matter of choice.”

“If you want to accept it as only pain, it will remain painful. But if you accept it as pleasure, 
as a way of awakening your body, it can bring unbelievable pleasures.”

“But how… how can pain be pleasure?”

“By choosing for it to be so.” Pausing a moment to think, Carrie continued. “If I were to 
bite your breasts and nipples what would you feel?”

“Pain.”

“I too would feel pain. But I would also feel exquisite pleasure. The pain wakes up the 
nerves, makes them alive and once awakened I feel massive pleasure.”

“But… how?”

“By choice. Here, I’ll show you. Bite my breasts.”

“No. I ah couldn’t.”

“Yes, you can. Do it. Bite my breasts and see how I react to the pain.”

Carrie watched her. Saw her eyes reflect both curiosity and doubt. Then ever so slowly she 
brought her mouth to Carrie’s tit.

She caressed it with her tongue then sucked the nipple into her warm mouth. Tender. 
Gently. Lovingly she paid homage to Carrie’s nipple and breast.

“That is pleasant, Patrice, but not especially thrilling. Slide your fingers into my cunt. That’s 
it. See I’m moist, but not wet. Not drowning in female juices of passionate lust. Now keep your
fingers there and do what I told you to do. Bite my damned tits. Make me FEEL your mouth.”

Finally Patrice did as told. She bite Carrie’s tit, then gave a sharp bite to her hardened 
nipple. Carrie moaned in pain/pleasure and she felt her juices coat Patrice’s fingers within her.

“Feel the difference Patrice. Feel aahh how wet I get. That’s what we want you to feel. Not 
just pain. But pleasurable pain. A pleasure so consuming that nothing else matters, only your 
feelings.”

Patrice learned.

She learned that at least for Carrie pain was pleasure. And as she assembled that fact, she 
thought about herself in the same mode.

And she began to believe.

Carrie could feel the difference. Patrice didn’t struggle or force herself to cause her pain. It 
was as if she finally understood the lesson Carrie was trying to teach her. That pain was a 
matter of choice. If one chose to feel it as pain it was. But if one chose to view it as 
pleasurable, it could be that too.

“Do you understand now, Patrice?”

Releasing her mouth from Carrie’s breast, she raised her head and looked at her. “Yes. I 
understand and I won’t fight any more.”

“Good. Now I want you to go over there and bring back the wooden stock.”

Patrice turned following to look in the direction that Carrie had pointed and gasped, but 
did as told.

And as she walked over and picked up her instrument of pain she began to understand 
even more. As her cold fingers held the heavy wooden stock she knew that she would be 
required to place herself in it.

And that thought no longer caused her anxiety. It caused a jolt of lust.

The stock consisted of a once large board that had been split in half and three holes cut 
into it, one large, the other two smaller.

Patrice knew that it would be placed around her waist and wrists. And not even the short, 
sharp, double rows of saw-type teeth that would jab into her stopped or slowed her steps as 
she brought it back to where Carrie stood patiently.

“Hand it to Phillip and Ron so they can place it on you, Patrice.”

The watching men had heard and watched all that had transpired and knew that Carrie 
had been correct in her opinions.

They also knew that from this point on there would be no more problems from Patrice.

Phillip and Ron placidly took the stock from her and when Carrie told her to cooperate, 
they easily slipped it in place until it locked and the teeth pressed into her skin. The teeth 
didn’t cut her as long as she remained still and didn’t breath too deeply.

“Now the chains,” came from Carrie and the men complied.

Turning back to Patrice, Carrie began to explain. “Most people associate their hands with 
freedom. If the hands are restrained they feel trapped. But you won’t. You will feel freedom. 
Freedom from choice when your hands are bound. The small teeth in the rings around your 
fingers will remind you that even restrained, you can find vast pleasures.”

“And by wrapping the other ends of the chains around your legs you will know that it is 
your choice if your legs are opened or closed. You may close them and close out pleasure or 
open them for pleasure. The choice is yours.”

Patrice stood almost calmly as the men enclosed her with the chains as she thought about 
Carrie’s words and realized that they were true.

The man that had hurt her was wrong. She wasn’t a thing, but a highly prized woman. A 
woman who could accept pain and be hurt.

Yes, she felt the teeth of the stock and the rings dig into her but as Carrie had suggested, 
she chose to perceive them as pleasure and they became just that. Highly pleasurable.

As the men worked to secure her, she felt her nipples tighten in arousal and her frequently
dry cunt begin to moisten. By accepting restraints she was allowed to feel herself.

Freedom from choice made her feel free. A contradiction but a fact that her body 
confirmed more with each passing second.

When the men were finished, Carrie said, “Now, Patrice, I want you to back up to the wall 
and place your head between the bracket there.”

They all watched as she turned, saw what Carrie was talking about, paused, then did as 
told. Without a word being spoken Master William stood beside Patrice as she placed her 
head between the ends of the bracket. He slipped a band around her forehead then began to 
tighten the mechanism.

With each crank of the handle the metal ends of the screws pressed into Patrice’s head. 
She felt the building pressure and closed her eyes to accept what was being done to her.

Click after click of the handle pressed her bones more and more. Tears escaped her eyes 
but she refused to concede to the pain.

As Master William crunched the handle she felt the other do things to her, but paid them 
scant attention. But when she was firmly secured and Carrie stepped forward she had to 
respond.

In pleasure.

Carrie’s hands and mouth gave pain and pleasure as they traveled her bound body. And 
after a while she didn’t care if Carrie was harsh or gently with her body because both became 
pleasure.

Her nipples elongated and hardened. Her cunt was indeed flooding so much that she 
could envision herself drowning in her own juices as Carrie and the men brought her to climax
after climax with hands, mouths, and cocks.

It didn’t matter what they did to her. She loved it all.

She spread her legs to allow admittance to mouths and cocks.

She arched her chest and offered up tits and nipples to teeth, tongues and mouths.

Vaguely she was aware of the teeth of the rings and the stock digging into her, but they 
only heightened her arousal.

And when a strap was place in her mouth and tightened she didn’t protest except she was 
sorry she had been denied a way to show them of her appreciations.

She let her body convey the messages for her and it conveyed them quite well.

Patrice was a firm convert to the acceptance of pain for pleasure.

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CHAPTER FOUR


Carrie, like the other women at the Castle, learned what was entailed to become an apprentice
or a master student.

Regardless of the women’s attitudes, they had to;., spend at least three months as a 
novice.

Some never graduated to apprentice because they did not submit to the pain inflicted 
upon them. That was one requirement to become an apprentice.

Submitting to pain had to be willingly done. Not passively, but willingly endured.

No one at the Castle argued that Carrie would spend the minimum of three months as a 
novice. After a hesitant start, she had submitted her first day at the Castle.

But there were other requirements to becoming an apprentice.

To become an apprentice one had to actively seek out the pain/pleasure that was the 
specialty of the Castle and Carrie had gone a long way in accomplishing that requirement too 
by making special requests.

Her last requirement was to request a test that was not particularly enjoyable for her to 
undergo.

For her that meant that something other than, or in addition to, breast pain was to be 
involved.

It had to be something that she feared.

As she and the others settled into the program of the Castle they did actually attend 
classes, similar to classes at other schools, yet different.

Naturally, being a cooking school, the girls did attend cooking classes but there were 
other classes too.

Classes in psychology, behavioral study and modification of thinking were also attended. 
By the time a student graduated from a novice they had to be completely reprogrammed into 
believing that for them pain was essential for them to attain pleasure.

Carrie had fulfilled that requirement also.

Her one stumbling block was her willingness to undergo a session containing her deep 
rooted fear.

Her fear of darkness.

It had been learned in her classes that she had a fear of being unable to see. The only 
question remaining was when she would be willing to submit herself to the test.

As a child she had fallen into an abandoned well and been trapped for two days before 
being rescued. Two days that were pure hell for her. It was totally dark, as dirt had filled in the 
opening she had fallen through.

She had actually little memory of the episode, just the fear remained. A deep fear that she 
was determined to overcome with the aid of the staff.

In her final week of her third month at the Castle she finally submitted a scenario that was 
approved as her level advancement test.

*

They came for her, Master William, Phillip and Thomas, as she was eating breakfast on a 
Wednesday morning. And she knew by their expressions that today was the day.

As she silently walked down the corridors with them, she couldn’t stop the shivers of fear 
from flowing through her.

She had no fear of being harmed. Beat her, whip her, pierce her, hang her from the tracks. 
That she had no problem handling. But the removal of her sight… terrified her beyond words.

She felt her blood turning cold. Her eyes dilated as her breath became shallow and rapid 
as they converged on the last-room along the hallway.

She knew what awaited her there.

Darkness.

Utter blackness.

Total lack of sight.

And it terrified her.

“Put it on,” came from Master William as he held the leather blindfold in his hand for her 
to take.

“I… I can’t…”

“You have to do it yourself, Carrie. It is one of the requirements.”

Snakes, creepy crawly things, pain or isolation she could have stood, but to place herself in
total darkness…

The leather blindfold felt slimy, cold and revolting in her shaking hands. She could see that
it was padded, not only to block out light but to surround her eyes completely.

She knew that it represented total, complete darkness.

She almost got physically ill as she raised it toward her face.

Seconds, minutes, eons passed as she stared at her greatest fear.

Slowly, very slowly the padded leather came closer and closer to her frightened eyes.

Her entire body jerked as the padding touched her cheeks.

Swallowing, finding an ounce of courage, she placed the padding over her eyes and 
gratefully relinquished the ends to one of the men who soon had it fastened tightly.

“Very good, my dear. Now lay down on the floor so we may proceed,” came Master 
William’s voice out of the darkness.

Her legs had no problem collapsing her to the floor, but her free hands wanted 
desperately to yank off the blindfold as she interlaced her fingers to keep them away from 
their goal.

Then through her fear she began to hear sounds.

The rattle of chains.

The hum of motors.

Softly whispered words.

She tried to concentrate on the sounds, not the lack of sight and slowly she began to take 
control over her fear.

At the first touch of rope to her ankles she jerked. Then forced herself to relax.

As the ropes wrapped around her ankles she felt the first surge of passion start to warm 
her. And when she felt the ropes attaching to the cold, clinking of the chains she began to 
tremble in more than fear.

Next came the hum of a motor and as her legs headed toward the ceiling she felt moisture
beginning to form in her cunt.

Up, up and out her legs rose, then slowly her body began to follow.

As the cool air invaded her opened cunt she moaned in pleasure.

When she was freely hanging from her ankles she finally uncurled her fingers and used 
them to caress her breasts.

“In a moment, Carrie. Please be patient.”

She knew the general script, after all she had written it herself. But the staff always 
changed it somehow and suddenly she began to wonder how they would do so.

She felt the ropes cutting into her and sighed as she swayed gently back and forth upside 
down.

“Your doing very well, my dear. Now to make it even better.”

It was unusual to say the least. To hang there upside down as she felt more ropes caress 
her.

Rope around her neck. A double loop. She felt them tie it off near her collar bone. Then it 
was passed between her tits.

Hands held her arms in front of her as they too were wrapped in rope, pressing her breasts
together in the center of her chest.

Around and around her arms, the rope surrounded her in its loving embrace. Then around
her wrists and another knot was formed.

No longer could she reach for the blindfold and she realized that she no longer wanted to.

Somehow it felt right to be encased in rope and darkness.

“That’s it, Carrie. Surrender to your fears. Let them embrace you. Fears are meaningless to 
students of the Castle. You should have only one fear. The fear of disobeying. For only that is 
wrong. You must always obey. No matter what. No matter who commands. It is your life to 
obey. The only fear is of disobeying. The only fear.”

As she swayed above the floor, as the ropes and chains became her world, Carrie believed 
the voice that spoke to her out of the darkness.

She didn’t even try to place the voice with a specific man. It really didn’t matter anyway. 
Her only goal was to obey. It was her one and only reason to live.

Only vaguely did she recognize that a gag was placed in her mouth and a strap from the 
blindfold secured under her chin.

They didn’t matter. All that matter was that she obey. Surrender herself.

She felt a leather belt encircle her waist and she automatically sucked in her stomach so it 
could be placed on her tightly.

Then warm hands were pressing into her shoulders and she felt herself being raised even 
more.

Ever higher she rose, bending her body between her wide spread legs. Cold metal pressed 
against her hands.

Then she felt her wrists being tied to a fat metal bar as her opened cunt kissed the metal 
tube and it began to warm.

Another strap was placed on her head and she heard more chain rattle. Her curiosity got 
the better of her for a moment as she wondered at its significance.

Her curiosity was soon answered as she felt something clipped to the strap. A second later 
she knew that a weight had been attached as she felt her neck stretch and pulled toward the 
floor.

Along with the added strain to her wrists and ankles.

Warm blood and lust coursed through her. The once dreaded blindfold was no longer 
feared. It became a stimuli. A stimulus that made her feel more, anticipate more, wonder what 
would happen to her next.

“Perfect, my dear. Now for your reward.”

A reward? How wonderful she thought and idly wondered what was coming her way, for 
without sight to forewarn her, she had to wait.

Another chain rattled in the background and something heavy slid across the wooden 
floor. What could it be? she wondered as she felt her naturally lustful body fill with passion.

A sharp, exquisite pain filled her right nipple as one of the special hooks of the Castle 
pierced her and her clit pressed into the cold metal tube.

“Yessss,” she silently screamed. “Yes, my reward.”

Everyone knew of her pain loving tits and as she was on the very edge of coming a weight 
was attached to the chain in her nipple.

The sudden pulling of the weight was the last needed ingredient.

She came. God, did she ever come as the weight pulled her susceptible nipple. Her 
twitching clit tried to dent the tube of metal that it thumped against.

And as she jerked with each spasm the weights continued to move, which made her come 
yet again.

Over and over it happened.

The weights moved, her nipple pulled and she came.

A marvelous chain reaction.

Then even in her world of passion and lust she felt the removal of her gag.

It was replaced by a cock. She didn’t even stop to consider. She sucked it deep into her 
upturned throat. In and out it came, filling then emptying her mouth and throat.

And she had a means of giving thanks.

As the cock was thrust in and out of her hanging body the weights moved and pulled even
more. Hands dug into her shoulders making her sway even more with each stirring of the cock
she laved with passion.

Darkness was forgotten as her goal was focused on pleasing the cock in her mouth.

And please it she did until it gave up its reward of spurting cream that pumped up her 
throat.

And then things began to happen quickly.

With a hum of motors and clanking of chains her legs were lowered toward the floor. A 
heavy weight slammed into her stomach as the one attached to her head pulled it back 
making her arch in midair.

Then she was surrounded by warmth. A searing heat that could only be human flesh. Back 
and front she was pressed into the soothing heat of aroused males as cocks filled her aching 
openings together.

Cunt and ass were instantly filled with massive cocks as she wrapped her legs around the 
man in front of her, trying to drive them even deeper within her.

“Yessss… fuckkkk meeeee.”

Bursting at the seams with cocks, she felt a mouth encase her free tit and suck it in a hot 
mouth. Lips sucked, teeth bit and nibbled as she pressed and released the cocks within her. In 
and out they pounded as she soared from climax to climax in an unending stream of lust and 
passion.

*

After she had been released Carrie was informed of her final test before graduating to the 
next level at the Castle.

Volunteer darkness.

For twenty-four hours she had to keep the blindfold in place as she was escorted around 
the Castle grounds.

It was no test at all.

Her fear of darkness was totally gone. It existed no more, as staff members lead her from 
place to place.

Her only regret was when she could hear someone under punishment/reward and not see 
them. But her escorts gladly told her what was happening, along with various students adding
their own comments.

With others describing what was happening around her, Carrie’s imagination took over.

She could “see” Jerri’s cunt lips pulled to the tearing point by the chains Ron held in his 
hands as she swayed from the overhead tracks of a coolant room.

She “saw” Michelle’s body pierced over and over again with hooks, needles and pins until 
she resembled a pincushion.

And when they lead her to the room that Stefanie was in she “saw” her body turn red, 
black and blue with the whip she loved so much.

When her test of darkness was over, Carrie talked with each of the women, inspected their 
bodies and filled in the missing pieces.

Darkness had no fears for her any more.

In fact as the weeks passed, she requested the blindfold many a time, to enhance her 
thrills.

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CHAPTER FIVE


Beth arrived at the Castle with suitcases in hand and fantastic dreams filling her head.

She would be the greatest woman chief in history.

After all, she had gotten the highest marks in all of her studies, including the culinary arts 
at her small Midwestern college.

From her thirteenth birthday she knew she would be the best there ever was, and as the 
Castle had a commendable reputation of producing the best, it was her natural choice.

Being left orphaned at the tender age of ten, Beth knew that her life was hers to make or 
break.

But she would only accept the best, and she had found that if one accepts only the best, 
she will frequently succeed in obtaining the best.

And the Castle was best, especially for women.

She had investigated numerous schools before deciding on the Castle. She had talked with
several of its graduates, saw their achievements, and heard their acclaim of the Castle.

She accepted it as a foregone conclusion that she would be accepted. Some of their 
requirements seemed unusual to her, but they must have their reasons. And upon graduation,
success was guaranteed.

The brochures did not do justice to the Castle, she thought, as she looked upon it the first 
time. But as she passed through the security systems she began to feel an uneasiness that she 
couldn’t quite calm.

Within her first half hour she wondered about the staff members.

Each was remarkably handsome and sexually appealing. Yet there seemed to be an 
underlying threat. But she shoved her uneasy feelings aside as she had her initial interview 
with Master William.

Master William, she knew, had retired five years ago from a very promising career to head 
the instructors at the Castle. She knew he had been acclaimed in America and Europe and was
eager to learn from him.

But the more they discussed the Castle the more uncomfortable she became until she 
actually began to feel an edge of fear. What did classes in behavior modification have to do 
with cooking? And who gave a damn about meat storage?

Master William made such a big deal about the storage rooms that she agreed to 
accompany him to inspect one as she tried to push her misgivings aside. But when they came 
to the changing room she really began to have serious doubts.

Unfortunately for her, she expressed those doubts out loud.

The next thing she knew she was literally surrounded by men and they were dragging her 
into a small, cold storage room, complete with huge blocks of ice.

Her clothes were ripped from her as she struggled to no avail.

Fifteen minutes later she was bound, contorted and pierced like every other new student 
to come to the Castle.

But Beth was a fighter, always had been, and she didn’t give the words spoken to her any 
credential.

There was no damned way she would ever submit to pain and she was totally convinced 
that she never would.

It made no difference to her that she harmed herself with her struggles. The idiots 
surrounding her would never win. They would never make Beth Simons anything but the best.

After an hour of melting ice, pulled nipples and endless word that were totally foreign to 
her, Beth’s one goal was to escape and tell the authorities about the crazy bastards that ran 
this insane school.

She had no intention of ever submitting to pain, regardless if she found it pleasurable or 
not, which she didn’t in the least.

And their asinine words about sex made her want to gag. If they thought for one minute 
that she would engage in that disgusting act with them they were crazier than their actions.

NO WAY would she have sex with any of them. Oh, sure, she knew that they could force to 
engage in the act. But there was no way she would encourage, participate or enjoy it.

Sex, in her opinion, was for those weak creatures that needed constant reassurance of 
their desirability to others.

Beth had no such needs. She was totally self-sufficient on her own. On the rare occasions 
that she felt the urge, she was quite capable of handling them herself.

After her ordeal in the storage room she was taken to her cell. That was the only word to 
describe it. It was small, containing only a bed and disgusting pictures and illustrations on the 
walls.

She couldn’t even control the light. He suitcases had vanished to God knew where and she
didn’t like being naked.

But she did need sleep. And even as uncomfortable as it was, the bed did grant her that 
release.

But her dreams didn’t.

Terror stalked her dreams. Hooks attacked her. Chains and ropes encircled her. Man after 
man invaded her body for their pleasures. And always she struggled to get away, but she 
never did.

They were always stronger, quicker and out numbered her at ever turn.

But .as dream after dream paraded in her mind the thing that scared her the most was a 
nagging belief that she would submit to their warped desires. That somehow she would mix 
pain and pleasure.

*

She woke up screaming as hands grabbed her and jerked her out of her bed.

“No. Leave me alone.”

“Don’t fight it, Beth. It will only make it harder for you. Accept the pain. Accept your true 
role in life.”

“You damned bastards are crazy. Let me go. Damn it to hell, what are you doing?”

“We’re taking you to be conditioned.”

Her efforts were useless as the two brutes pulled, drug and twisted her along the narrow 
corridors. She had gotten in one good scratch to one bastard’s face before her hands were 
tied behind her back.

But what infuriated her the most was their almost casual handling of her body.

Their hands were all over her. Not satisfied with using her arms to propel her along, they 
grabbed her full breasts, rounded hips and padded ass.

Once one had dared to even finger her cunt. She tried everything she could think of. She 
twisted, locked her legs, went a limp as a dishrag and nothing worked. All she had managed 
to accomplish was to bruise both knees, scrape two toes, get hair in her mouth and hands all 
over her.

It was disgusting, degrading and humiliating as hell.

She felt so damned helpless and that thought made her angry, but none of her emotions 
or actions slowed them a bit as she was drug into a small room.

A fleeting thought that at least it wasn’t cold filtered through her overwhelmed brain as 
they more or less tossed her on the wooden floor. And before she had a chance to get to her 
feet again they were all over her.

One bastard sat on her legs as the other pressed her shoulders into the floor so hard she 
could feel splinters enter her shoulder blades.

“Nooooo,” came her scream as she felt the guy at her feet began to wrap her ankles in 
rope. He forced her legs to bend and ankles cross as he tightened the rope.

“Take it easy, Beth. If nothing else, you should know by now that struggling only hurts you 
more. Why don’t you just accept what’s happening to you?”

“You’re crazy. Every last one of you. This is my body and you or no one else has a right to 
touch it unless I say so.”

“Yea? What is so special about your body?”

“It’s MINE, you bastard, MINE.”

“No, there you are wrong. It isn’t yours. It’s who ever can control it. And right now we are.”

“No, you are wrong. Yes, you can out-muscle me but it’s mine. My mind controls it. My 
mind tells it what is pain and what is pleasure. Not some crazy bastard with illusions of 
grandeur.”

“It may take time, but you’ll learn. You are to serve. Your one and only purpose is to obey.”

“What ever gave you the idea that you are better than me? Or anyone else?”

“I didn’t say I was better. I said you are to serve.”

“Which implies serving my betters.”

“No, again you are wrong. There are those who serve and those who are served. One is not
better than the other. It is just different functions that people are destined to fulfill. A master 
isn’t better than a slave, only different. The master must cherish and care for a slave. Just as it 
is the purpose of the slave to cherish and care for the master.”

All the while they were talking, the men were also very busy.

Wide, stiff leather bands had been placed around her thighs, just above her knees and 
fastened tightly. When they were secure, one man held her in place as another walked away. 
When he started walking back to Beth she couldn’t stop her body from trembling.

In each hand he held huge, massive, gleaming hooks with needle sharp points. Each hook 
was attached to a chain that rattled ominously in the small room as they slid across the floor 
warning Beth of the futility of struggling.

But she couldn’t stop struggling.

Even knowing deep down that to do so only made it worse. Even knowing that is was 
totally useless. She knew they would have their way with her. She knew she was no match for 
their combined strength. But still she struggled.

And when the man calmly set the evil looking hooks beside her on the floor and again 
walked away, Beth continued to fight the man that held her in place.

“Look at them well, Beth. Their purpose is to hold open you cunt. You must learn that your 
body is to serve others. Your entire body. Not just your cunt, asshole and mouth, but all of it. 
Your hands, feet, breasts or any and all parts of you are to serve others.”

“Today’s lesson is to teach you that you are to open your body to others. To do with it as 
they desire.”

“Nnnooo.”

“Yes. It is your purpose in life. Open your body to others to grant pleasures you have never
even dreamed about before. Give your body totally and freely and others will worship at your 
shrine. You have a body made for worship. Open it to the pleasures of the flesh.”

As Beth turned her head away from his words she saw the other approaching her again.

This time he had two small hooks and a long metal bar in his hands.

“What are you going to do to me? What are those damned things for?”

“They are merely instruments that we use to open your body to others.”

Turning away from her, the man addressed the other one. “Give me a hand with the bar 
first.” Beth didn’t have the slightest idea what he was talking about, but by the silent nod of 
the other’s head she knew he did. And that thought made her shiver in fear.

Each pressed a hand into her stomach to hold her in place, as with their other hands they 
quickly fastened the ends of the bar to the bands around her thighs.

Two sharp clicks were heard by all when they snapped into place at the rings poking out of
the bands.

With those two quick clicks Beth’s legs were held permanently apart until the bar was 
removed. She didn’t have to see to know that her cunt was totally available to whatever was 
coming its way.

And by seeing the huge hooks lying beside her, she didn’t want to think about it at all.

“Now for proper arm placement,” came from the man who had done all of the talking. And
again the words had no meaning to Beth, but did to the other man.

Less than a minute later Beth found herself being raised to a sitting position on the wood 
floor as the silent one knelt behind her and began to wrap rope around her upper body.

A loop of rope was dropped around her neck, crossed over between her full tits, then 
wrapped around her waist twice. Then taking the ends of the rope he tied one end to her 
bound wrists. A moment later she felt him slid an end beneath the loop around her neck and 
draw it toward her hands.

Then he yanked. Pulling her hands up her back as he tied it off. Beth could feel her 
shoulder blades with her fingertips as she tried to adjust her pulled shoulders into a more 
comfortable position.

But it was another useless effort. Every joint in her arms felt the tension of the straining 
ropes.

“Hold her in place while I secure the lower hooks.”

Too frightened to move a muscle Beth’s eyes widened in panic as the silent man held her 
firmly against his legs as the other reached for one of the huge hooks lying on the floor.

She didn’t want to think of its destination but she could already feel it cutting into her 
tender cunt lips.

“Nnnnoooo… oh God, please don’t do that.” She hated begging but just the thought of 
what they were going to do to her made her set her resolve aside.

This couldn’t be happening to her! It was all too insane to be real.

“Just relax, Beth. It will only hurt for a moment or two then you will be opened.”

She couldn’t look.

She closed her eyes but she couldn’t close her ears or her nerves.

She felt him place his hand on the bar holding her legs apart and tip her slightly backward 
into the other man’s legs.

She heard the steel hook slid across the floor.

She felt it slid under her raised left thigh.

She felt him turn it as her leg wrapped around the curve of the hook.

She felt him lower her legs back to the floor.

“Open your eyes Beth. See what we are going to do to you.”

It was an order that she couldn’t disobey. She felt compelled to watch.

“That’s it, watch your body open for us. Watch it surrender. Feel it comply to our wishes.” 
Wide-eyed Beth looked down at her opened cunt. She saw and felt him reach for and begin to
pull her cunt lip away from her. He stretched it.

Holding her cunt lip with one hand, he used the other to hold the pointed steel in place.

“Now for the first step in keeping your body opened for others to enjoy.”

Like forcing a needle through tough fabric he pressed her cunt lip into the hard steel. And 
pressed. “NNNooooo… ahhhh Godddd nooooo.”

She felt the sharp point poke her tender skin. The sharp pressure built. And built. And with
a sudden pop, it pierced her cunt lip as she screamed and tried to pull away.

But of course she couldn’t as he pushed some more and her cunt lip slid further down the 
pointed hook widening the hole more with each passing centimeter traversed.

“Look how beautifully it opens, Beth. Now for the other one.”

Doubting her own sanity, Beth couldn’t stop watching her own torture as he repeated the 
process with her other cunt lip.

“That’s it Beth. Watch your body surrender to the pain. Feel the pain. Welcome it. There is 
more to come.”

He stood up in front of her. “Look Beth. Watch the chains. Hear the hum of the motor. Feel
your body react.”

As a lamb lead to the slaughter, Beth did as ordered.

It was as if she had no more will of her own as her eyes followed his directions and 
watched the chains being pulled by the motor. She heard the hum of the motor and somehow
it became a soothing sound to her.

“Yes. That’s it. Surrender to the pain. Let your body enjoy it. Revel in the pain you are 
feeling. Let it consume you. Let it become your world. Let it please you.”

When had it began to happen? she asked herself. When had his insane words began to be 
real? How in the hell could she actually be enjoying this?

She felt the air caress her opened cunt, and it felt cold. But the room was warm. She knew 
the room was warm. So why did the air feel cold?

Because her cunt was hot. It was the only explanation.

Her cunt was hot, which meant she was horny. Which in turn, meant that she was getting 
sexually excited by the pain they were inflicting on her.

They weren’t insane.

Maybe she was for feeling what she was feeling.

But they weren’t. They were right. Pain could be pleasurable. As stupid as it sounded it was
true. “That’s it. You’re feeling it now, aren’t you, Beth?”

“Ye… yesss… yesss.”

“Good. I want you to feel this too,” he said as he slid his finger into her opened cunt.

“This feels good too, doesn’t it?”

“Aahh yesss… aahhh ohh God yesss.”

“Concentrate on your body, Beth. Feel the pleasurable pain. Open your cunt for me Beth. 
Open it for me. Let me give you more pleasures.”

She did feel.

Her body was alive.

She forced her cunt to open to his questing fingers and felt it flower open like a bud 
bursting into bloom. Even when his hand brushed against the hooks embedded in her flesh 
her brain registered it as pleasure.

They were right. They had been right all along. Why had she doubted them? She had 
never felt such pleasures before.

“Beth, feel your clit getting larger with each stroke of my fingers. Feel your cunt opening 
for me. Feel your pleasures soaring higher than they have ever gone before. Can you feel it 
Beth?”

“Yesss… aahhhoohh yeessss… I feeell it.”

“How does it feel Beth?”

“Won… wonderffull… I’mmm aahhh…”

“Yes. Yes. You are going to come aren’t you, Beth?

See what happens when your open your body to pain? It become fulfilled. There is no such
thing as pain is there? There is only pleasure, isn’t there Beth?”

“Yyyessss… aahhh onlyyy pleasuresss…”

“I can feel your clit twitching, Beth. You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yyyessss… ahhhh yesssss please…”

“I’ll let you come in just a moment. Wait just a moment longer, Beth, and you will have 
your wish.”

Beth saw him nod to the man behind her, but it made no impression on her. Nor did the 
fact that the man took hold her left breast, except she felt even more pleasure as she felt her 
body climb to the edge of a shattering climax that she desperately wished to happen.

“Watch him, Beth. Watch what his is going to do to you. When the second one is in place 
I’ll let you come. Watch him, Beth. Watch him.”

Perched on the edge of climax, his words were confusing to her. But she understood 
enough to lower her eyes to the man’s hand on her breast.

She saw something shinny head toward her hard nipple but couldn’t quite place it at the 
moment.

“Watch it, Beth. Watch the hook go through your nipple. Yes, that’s it. Watch it closely.”

A hook, so that’s what is was. But it no longer held anything to be afraid of in her mind. 
She knew now that pain was pleasure. And as his fingers kept her on the very edge she 
watched the hook pierce her nipple.

“Yyyesss… ahhhh ohhh Godddd yessss…”

“That’s it, Beth. Now for the second one. The one you will come with. Watch him, Beth. 
Watch and feel.”

Memorized, Beth watched the second hook pierce her other nipple and she screamed.

And she came.

God, oh God, did she ever come.

She sucked his hand into her up to his wrist as she climbed and climbed even higher. She 
felt no pain. She had no room for pain. She was consumed with total pleasure. Unbelievable 
pleasures.

“Tighten the chains for her, Thomas.”

Beth hardly heard his words, but her nipples and breasts eagerly recorded the result of 
them as her breasts rose toward the ceiling.

Normally her full tits tended to point more toward the floor but as the hooks pulled them 
toward the ceiling she knew that that was were they belonged as she continued to come as 
the hand within her hurled her from one climax to another.

Then finally he withdrew his hand from her.

“Beth. Beth, look at me. That’s it. Now listen to what I have to say. Listen carefully. I want 
you to hurt yourself for me. No, don’t talk, just lean back. I want you to pull your nipples for 
me. Can you do that, Beth?”

“I… ahhh yeessss… I aahhh I want to.”

She had to do as he said.

She didn’t know why, but she had to.

Locking her eyes on his, she began to slowly lean back. She felt her nipples pull, but it 
didn’t hurt. It felt good. So she leaned back even more. “Yyyesss… ahhhh yeeesss.”

“That’s it, Beth. Do it again. Do it for me, Beth. Pull your nipples. Make them grow longer 
for me. Wonderful. Now again. Good. Doesn’t that feel good, Beth?”

“Yyyesss… ahhhh yeeesss.”

“Do it again, Beth. See how long you can make your nipples stretch. Yes. Very good, Beth. 
Very, very good. Now again. Yes. And again.”

“Keep doing it. Yes. That’s right. Pull your nipples for me. Let me see them stretch. Very 
good, Beth. Very good. Again. Wonderful. Keep doing it, Beth.”

“Now lay back on the floor, but do it slowly. Very slowly. Yes, that’s it. There goes one.”

“Aaahhh yeeessssssss…”

“Now the other one, Beth. Pull the other one out of your nipple for me. Very good. Yes, 
very good, Beth.”

There was no way Beth could explain her actions, nor her reactions to what was happening
to her. Never had she relished pain in any manner. But she did now. One would think that 
ripping hooks out of one’s breasts would be one of the last things a woman would do.

But that is precisely what she had done.

They hadn’t been jerked out. She did it herself. And she had done it very, very willingly.

Why?

Why had she changed so suddenly? There was no doubt in her mind that in the past she 
had avoided pain as much or more than others did. So why did she just willingly harm herself 
beyond imagination? And why had she enjoyed it so much?

What was this place and these people doing to her?

What other unheard of acts would she doom to do?

And why was it no longer thought of as wrong? Or weird? Why the hell did it seem so 
right all of a sudden?

“Help me remove the bar, Thomas, while I untie her legs, then we can fuck her.”

“Right.”

It didn’t take long to unfasten the bar from the rings and the rope from around her ankles,
and a moment later, he said, “Sit up, Beth. It’s time to open your body even more.”

She heard his words coming out of the fog and with the aid of the other man, she sat up 
on the wood floor.

“Thomas will pick you up by your waist, Beth. When he does, I want you to lean forward 
and rest your head on the floor. Understand?”

“Ye… yess.”

“Good.”

She felt warm hands encircle her waist and then she was lifted in the air. Her legs easily 
came beneath her and as he lowered her to the floor she rested her head, shoulders and 
knees on the floor as the hooks in her cunt dug in to her inner thighs.

“Aaahhh…”

“You want front or back?”

“I’ll take the front. I love driving hooks into bodies.”

Beth heard their words, but the had no meaning to her mind as was still in the swirling 
aftermath of her many climaxes.

Quite calmly she let them do whatever they wanted to do to her body.

Vaguely she became aware that the man, Thomas, was raising her upper body from the 
floor. A moment later he slid under her, placing his legs between hers as she remained on her 
knees.

But when she was pushed forward and her legs slid out from under her she screamed as 
the hooks dug deeply into her tender inner thighs as Thomas pressed his legs into hers 
driving her hooks deep.

But after she got over the initial shock of the pain she began to enjoy the sensation of her 
cunt lips pinned to her legs.

And when she felt the other man lay atop her she welcomed his warmth.

“You go first, Thomas. Then I’ll follow.”

“Right,” came from his mouth as he raised her hips slightly and his cock found her 
dripping slit. He slid all the way in her as she moaned in ecstasy above him.

“I’m in. Your turn.”

“Beth, open your ass for me, Beth. Open it wide.”

“Hummm?”

“Open your asshole and let me in you. Open your body for us, Beth, and we’ll give you 
more pleasures than you’ve ever had before.”

O… open… yesss.”

He watched as she pushed her muscles and her ass opened like a budding flower. A 
moment later he pressed the head of his cock in the puckered opening.

“Open for me Beth. Let me in.”

“I… IIII can’ttt.”

“Yes you can. Open for me now.”

He felt her open a bit more and pressed his cock head past the tight opening. The rest of 
his shaft easily followed as Beth screamed between them.

“Good, Beth. Ahh very good. Now fuck us, Beth. Make us feel good. Yes, ahh that’s it move
for us. Take us aah ddeepp.”

At first the pain was overwhelming but it soon passed as it had before. She couldn’t 
believe how full she felt.

She was no virgin, but her ass was. Or more correctly, it had been until moments ago.

As she moved her hips back and forth she wondered why she had never been fucked in 
the ass before. It was fantastic, especially when combined with the cock in her pierced cunt.

If these feelings were what happened when she opened her body a the Castle, she would 
make sure that she kept it opened to them all the time.

“I will be the best damned slave in the Castle,” she told herself as climbed the heights of 
blissful lust between them.

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CHAPTER SIX


Tiffiny was in her ninth month at the Castle and well on her way to the level of master student.

Her first few days had been difficult for her and the staff, and she now regretted the 
trouble she had caused them.

She had fought tooth and nail for several days, why she could no longer remember, but 
she had.

In fact she had earned a reputation as a challenge at the Castle. A reputation that she now 
relished because many of the staff sought her out just to see if she had really changed from 
the beginning.

She had, but it was very rewarding to be given so much attention.

As with each of the staff finding time to be with her, Tiffiny was advancing faster than 
many others at the Castle. Even her cooking skills were good, as she spent many an hour in 
the kitchens preparing the various meals eaten at the Castle.

She had been instrumental in training several other students to the proper behavior at the 
Castle, either by example or persuasion.

She had a knack of understanding others. A skill at finding their deepest desire or 
weakness and she was more than willing to share her knowledge with the staff members.

For a price.

And none begrudged her her advancements. She had a special place in the heart of 
Thomas, one of the head trainers. Both were well suited to each other.

Tiffiny had a penitence for bondage and pain and Thomas had a desire to do it to her. A 
well matched pair indeed.

Being a person who relished attention, Tiffiny took what Thomas offered in her stride. It 
didn’t hurt any that they liked the same things, it only added to the trill of being together.

Each in their own way challenged the other. Be it with imaginative restraints or acting out 
scenarios. They complemented each other well.

Like when Tiffiny was to be initiated into the ranks of master student.

*

Tiffiny, as all students had to, wrote the script for her level advancement test.

To graduate from apprentice to master student there were various tests and things that 
each had to submit to. Among some of the requirements were the installation of rings in the 
cunt lips.

Thus she had requested.

Along with her personal desire to have her breasts bound.

Dressed as ordered for the occasion, she awaited the arrival of the staff members who 
would take charge of her testing.

Thomas, Jeffrey, Phillip and Master William came for her on the appointed day and 
escorted her to one of the chambers.

They lead Tiffiny to the waiting chamber, and all gave her appreciative looks. The black 
cincher emphasized the thrust of her tits and hips while making her waist even narrower than 
normal. And the black silk stockings was pleasing to each man’s eyes as she calmly walked in 
front of them to the chosen room.

Opening the door, Tiffiny stepped in and took in her surroundings.

It was not one of the cold storage rooms, but a cozy wood lined room with various hooks, 
rings, chains and other items to send thrills coursing through her veins.

“You will bind your own breasts, Tiffiny,” came from Master William as he handed her a 
descent length of coarse rope. “Around each breast and neck, if you please.”

“Yes, sir.”

Calmly taking the offered rope, Tiffiny began to wrap her left tit in rope. With each passing
loop around her tit, she pulled tighter until it was quite compressed near her chest wall 
making her tit stand out proudly.

Looping it around her neck, she brought the end to her right tit and went through the 
same procedure. She tied a few connecting knots to hold everything in place and sung it up 
quite tightly.

When she was done none had any doubts that her tits were very effectively bound and 
would soon begin to throb with a pleasure/pain that she craved.

She was almost obsessive with tit stimulation, be gentle or harsh. Any contact to her 
breasts was an almost sure stimulus to her passions.

And that day was no exception.

Before the final knot was secured, Tiffiny felt her passions climbing. And there was still 
much more to come.

“Place these on each nipple,” came from dear Thomas as he held two clothespins in his 
hands for her to take.

“Yes, sir.”

It always amazed her that she got a huge thrill out of harming herself for others’ 
enjoyment.

She took the offer clothespins and after giving each nipple a tweak or two, they were rock 
hard and ready for more stimulation.

With cool fingers she opened the clothespin with her right hand as with the left she pulled 
on the hardened nipple. It took her two tries before she was satisfied with the placement.

Then she did the same with the left nipple.

She wasn’t surprised to feel her cunt leaking hot juices as her tits began to throb.

“Like that, don’t you?” asked Thomas as he flicked one of the clothespins to make her tit 
giggle within its restraints.

“Yesss… yesss.”

“Bound tits turn you on, don’t they?”

“Yesss.”

“What do you think rings in your cunt lips will feel like?”

“Makes you excited?”

“Yesss.”

“Does the thought of the pain scare you, Tiffiny?”

“Aaa a bit, sir.”

“But you still want it to happen, don’t you?”

“Yess, sir. I do.”

“Well, have no fears. It will happen. And soon. But first we have to prepare you better. 
Bring the stock board here and ask us to place you in it.”

Tiffiny was well aware of what the stock board was. It had been used on her many a time 
and she had no objections to its use.

Her eyes quickly scanned the room and located the board in question. She walked over, 
picked it up and brought it back to the men.

The board in itself was not harmful in the least. It consisted of three holes: one for her 
head and two for her wrists to pass through. It’s purpose was to keep hands out of the way 
and to restrict the head to some extent.

But it did not hurt. Only if one struggled was it even threatening, for then it could possibly 
cause discomfort.

Only one time had it caused her any pain. The time they used one that had hooks in it. 
Hooks that they attached to chains to raise her off the floor so she was supported only by her 
neck. That time had been accompanied by one the most server whippings she had ever 
endured at the Castle.

But the one she retrieved had no hooks attached to it. And as she stood there willingly the
men soon had it affixed to her body where it belonged.

Phillip and Jeffrey each used more rope to firmly secure her wrists to the board after it was
in place.

Tiffiny felt her passions climbing higher and higher with each additional restrain applied to
her body.

“Getting hot Tiffiny?”

“Yesss sir. I am.”

“Good girl. Are your tits throbbing yet? Can you feel your heart beats in them?”

“Yesss sir, I can.”

“And that makes you even hotter, doesn’t it?”

“Yesss sir, it does.”

“That’s our girl. Now for the needles.”

Tiffiny watched Thomas walk away and head toward a small cabinet on the far wall. He 
opened it, reached inside, took something out, then closed the cabinet and headed back to 
her.

“These are the piercing needles, Tiffiny. As you can see they are fairly wide. They have to 
be because the rings that we are going to install will be large, thus the wholes must be too. 
Do you understand?” What was there to misunderstand.

“Yesss sir, I do.”

“I want you to walk over to that wall, rest your head against it and hold your hips forward 
for the needles.”

“Yess, sir.”

Tiffiny turned and took the few steps needed to be at the specified place.

She knew, in fact she had requested that her cunt lips be pierced, but she did wonder at 
the significance of the two rings that were embedded in the wall at each side of her when she 
was in position.

Placing herself against the wall, she spread her legs. After all it didn’t take much thinking 
to know that they would soon be spread anyway. Easing the board against the wall, she 
tipped her pussy forward and watched as Thomas came at her with the needles in his hands.

When he reached her he knelt in front of her on the floor.

He had a perfect view of her opened cunt and her lips that were already opening with her 
increased lust.

“I can smell your woman’s scent, Tiffiny. Does the thought of needles in your cunt lips 
excite you?”

“I… yessss.”

“Good. I want you to be excited. I am. Just the thought of driving these big needles 
through your cunt lips has me hard. Does the fact that I have a hard cock make you even 
hotter?”

“You know it does, Thomas.”

“Yes, I do. Spread your legs a bit more for me, Tiffiny. That’s right. Now for the first needle. 
Which do you want pierced first, the left or right one?”

“Lefftt please, sir.”

“Then left it shall be.”

Tiffiny felt Thomas reach for her left cunt lip and pull it toward her knee. She couldn’t stop 
the sudden surge of juices from flowing if she wanted to, and she didn’t.

She wanted Thomas and the others to know she was quite willing to have her cunt lips 
pierced by the needles and the rings.

“Are you ready, Tiffiny?”

“I… yess sir. Please do it.”

“Do what, my dear?”

“Please ahh pierce my left cunt lip with the aaah needle, sir.”

“My pleasure.”

Thus saying, Thomas pulled on her cunt lip just a bit more and began to press the needle 
through her blood filled tissues.

Tiffiny instantly felt the tip of the needle press into her.

It was a sharp pain, but nothing she couldn’t handle.

He pulled her cunt lip even further toward the floor and pressed with more pressure with 
the needle until she felt it pop through the outside skin of her cunt lip.

“Aaahhaaa yeeesss do it.”

“I intend to, my dear. I thoroughly intend to do just that.”

It felt like hours to Tiffiny as the needle passed through her cunt lip. She felt each 
centimeter until it began to pucker the inside her it. Then suddenly it was all the way through 
her.

“Yessssss-ahhhh yeeesss.”

Once it was all the through Thomas slid the needle back and forth, back and forth through
her cunt lip as her abundant juices coated his fingers.

Then placing the needle half way through her, it let it stay there as he picked up the 
second one.

“Beautiful. Totally beautiful, Tiffiny. Look at it, doesn’t it look beautiful?”

She knew what he wanted her to look at, so she looked down as much as the board would
allow and she saw what he wanted her to see.

The sight of a five inch needle penetrating her cunt lip was a sight she would never forget.

Nor would she forget the passions that that sight made her feel.

“Isn’t it beautiful, Tiffiny?”

“Yessss… ahhh yesss it is.”

“I knew you would appreciate it. This time I want you to watch as I do the other one. You 
will watch for me, won’t you?”

“Yesss.”

“Good. Because this one goes from inside to outside.”

She didn’t have to think long to understand what was about to happen.

This time the needle would start in the wet tissue and proceed to the hair covered outside 
tissue.

Her legs began to tremble as she felt Thomas pull on her cunt lip, stretching it toward the 
floor much more that he had with the first one.

Her eyes never left his hands as she watched the needle approach her pulled cunt lip.

She felt he point of the needle touch her before her eyes registered that fact. And as it 
popped through the first layer of skin she became fascinated.

She watched the skin on the outside of her cunt lip form a bulge as the needle pressed 
relentlessly through her. Then suddenly it popped through and she screamed.

Her legs threatened to give out beneath her as she watched Thomas slide the needle back 
and forth as he had the other one. But it was a totally different feeling that she experienced, 
because she was watching it happen to her.

It was almost as if the cunt lips being pierced were not her own. It was almost as if she was
watching it happen to someone else. Except that she felt the pain and the excitement of it 
happening to her.

And when Thomas hooked fingers on each end of the needles and began to pull, Tiffiny 
couldn’t help responding with a nerve-tingling climax in appreciation.

“Does having your pierced cunt lips pulled excite you, Tiffiny? Is that what made you 
come?”

“Yesssss… ahhh yesss.”

“Want me to do it some more?”

“Pleaseeee… ahhhh please.”

Thomas was more than willing to comply.

Securely wrapping his fingers around the needles he pulled, the allowed them to retreat. 
Pull and retreat. Pull and retreat, as Tiffiny came again and again.

Her fragrance filled the small room for all to enjoy. There wasn’t a soft cock in sight when 
Thomas finally withdrew his fingers as she trembled against the wall.

She heard mumbled voices surrounding her, but gave them no attention. She was too 
caught up in feeling.

If she would have known her reactions to having her cunt lips pierced she would have 
requested it long ago.

But she contented herself with the thought that the rings were yet to come.

Through tear filled, passion dilated eyes she watched Phillip knelt before her. A moment 
later she missed the needle in her left cunt lip, but it was soon a passing thought as Phillip 
placed the ring in the void.

She climaxed yet again during the procedure.

And when Jeffrey took Phillip’s place she welcomed the removal of the needle and the 
placement of the other ring in her.

When all the men stood back Tiffiny finally brought herself under some control. With the 
last tremor of lust fading she opened her eyes to see what was to happen next.

With slightly unfocused eyes she watched Phillip and Master William attach short chains to
the hooks in the wall beside her. And suddenly she understood the significance of them.

As each of them slid the chain through the openings of her rings she knew that she was 
very effectively bound to the wall until their removal.

Hopefully sometime in the distant future.

There was still one very missing ingredient of her test.

Fucking.

I wonder how they will accomplish that, she thought. Then she let the thought pass. They 
would think of a way. Hopefully a very interesting way to accomplish it.

“Tiffiny. Look at me Tiffiny. That’s right. I want you to step away from the wall, Tiffiny. 
That’s right. Stand up straight. Now take a step forward. Yes.”

Tiffiny had no doubts what stepping away from the wall would entail.

The chains and rings would open her cunt very widely. And more so with each consecutive
step taken.

And she wanted to take those steps.

Using her shoulder to propel her away from the wall, Tiffiny stood up.

And took a step forward.

She felt her cunt opening.

Felt the rings pull.

Heard the chains rattle.

And took another step at Thomas’ urging.

“Now thrust your hips forward. I want to be able to see up your cunt.”

Tiffiny pushed her mound forward and felt her cunt lips spread even more. The air seemed
suddenly cold.

“Now one more step away from the wall for Thomas.”

“Do it for me, Tiffiny. It will make me very happy.”

She took the step as pain filled her.

Her cunt was totally opened.

Her bloated tits throbbed.

And she came yet again as Thomas knelt before her and looked into her opened, pulsating
cunt with relish and lust.

Then he stood and unzipped his pants.

His mighty cock was fully extended as it aimed at the opened target before him. Placing 
his hands on her hips he pushed fully within her with one stroke as she screamed and pushed 
her hips into her his even more.

Her fingers curled into fists.

Her eyes closed in ecstasy.

Her tits pulsated with a life of their own and her cunt welcomed the massive invader into 
her wet warmth as Thomas drove into her again and again to their mutual lustful passions.

As he released within her hot gasping sheath Thomas pulled her even more toward him as
they shook and shivered with their passions.

Then he pulled out and stepped away from her trembling body.

With the removal of Thomas’ support, Tiffiny flopped back against the wall trying to gain 
some control over her body.

But she had a short reprieve.

Phillip came at her and before she knew his intent he was buried deeply within her 
quivering body and the whole process was repeated as she gave up all control to him and to 
her desires.

*

When Tiffiny was finally coherent she thought that her test was over.

But there was more to come, as she found out.

“I think that it is time for the gag. Jeffrey, will you do the honors,” came from Master 
William as Tiffiny wondered at his words.

But even confused, she opened her mouth for the ball gag that Jeffrey placed in her 
mouth and secured behind her head.

“You take the front and I’ll take the back.”

The words were beginning to make sense.

And for the first time since entering the room Tiffiny’s fear made itself known.

She hoped that she was mistaken, but somehow she doubted it.

They were both going to fuck her.

One in her cunt and one in her ass.

That in itself was not unusual at the Castle. In fact Tiffiny had enjoyed it many at time in 
the past.

But with her cunt lips chained to the wall behind her she knew that they would be 
stretched beyond imagination if Jeffrey was to be between her and the wall she was attached 
to.

And as she was fearing it, it began to happen.

Jeffrey did indeed wedge himself between her and the wall behind her.

The rings in her cunt pulled.

The chains dug into her thighs with the stress.

And Tiffiny was filled with overwhelming pain.

She screamed, but it was muffled by the gag.

As Jeffrey pressed into her back, Master William reached down and took hold of her legs. 
And began to lift them. Wrapping them around his hips.

She felt Jeffrey wiggle a bit.

She felt Master William adjust her more securely.

Then she felt two cocks heading toward her bodily openings. Spread cunt and 
unprotected ass.

She couldn’t help it, as they both pressed into her stretched body she slammed her head 
back and whacked Jeffrey with the board stock.

He gave a short grunt and sank his cock even deeper up her ass.

Then she was totally filled by both of them. And as Master William slammed into her 
opened cunt she gave up control to them as the pain faded into massive passions and 
throbbing lust.

Tiffiny accepted the pain as her reward for pleasing them so thoroughly. In her limited 
space she drove her hips back and forth to accept the cocks that filled her to overflowing.

And when dear Thomas came to stand beside her and caressed her bound breasts she was
totally lost in the realm of ecstatic lust as with each thrust drove her to higher heights than 
ever before.

She had no thoughts of denying them or herself satisfaction. She was in a total world of 
carnal feelings.

Butcher’s Castle was providing her with more that she could assimilate. But that didn’t stop
her from feeling the feelings she was relishing.

And somewhere deep within her pain loving soul Tiffiny knew that she had graduated to 
master student.

The next glorious step was graduation into the world at large.

Would things like this happen to her there, she wondered. But that thought quickly passed
as she reveled in the moment.

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CHAPTER SEVEN


There were many things that the students at the Castle had in common.

All were above average in looks, all had few or no close family members, and all were 
taught to enjoy the reception of pain.

That is all but Patty.

Patty was different from the start.

She knew what to expect at the Castle. She knew of the cruelties performed on the girls 
that attended, but to her they were not cruelties.

They were a necessity.

Patty had long been accustomed to the infliction of pain on her body. And over the years 
had become addicted to it.

She had been raised by a demanding uncle since the age of nine. By age twelve, she was 
having assorted, painful sex with him and had quickly learned to enjoy not only the pain he 
inflicted on her, but to envision more happening to her by others.

When Patty became acquainted with the lady chef at La Blue her life took a subtle shift.

Mary was an unusual woman. One that Patty felt drawn to instantly.

Mary was a tall, striking woman from the first moment and Patty became obsessed with 
her. By their second meeting Patty knew that she wanted to have a sexual relationship with 
her.

In Patty’s mind, the only questions were how to go about arranging it and would Mary be 
receptive to the style of sex Patty was addicted to.

As luck would have it, one night her uncle was out of town on business and Patty found 
herself at La Blue near closing time and arranged for Mary to meet her after she got off work.

Sipping a cola, Patty patiently waited for Mary to appear as the staff cleaned up from the 
night’s work and began to leave. When the lights dimmed, Mary appeared.

A short conversation later, the two of them were heading for Mary’s apartment in the city. 
They both gave each other knowing looks and not so subtle touches during the short cab ride
to Mary’s.

And as they stepped up the stairs they had their arms entwined and both knew the 
general gist of the upcoming night.

Unknown to both of them, they were having similar thoughts as Mary unlocked the door 
and they entered.

Patty was impressed with Mary’s home. It not only showed wealth hut impeccable taste 
too.

Patty felt instantly at ease. And when she happened to notice some unusual items left 
scattered about the room, she smiled.

To a casual observer the presence of the manacles and chains that decorated one wall, it 
might appear to be just decor. But to Patty it had another connotation. And as Mary prepared 
each of them some coffee, Patty also noticed several hooks in the ceiling that did not contain 
any plants.

As they both curled up on a nearby couch and sipped their coffee Mary gave Patty a look 
that said volumes.

“I see that you are interested in my decorations. Any special reason?”

Patty knew that Mary was saying more than the words spoken, she was giving her a 
challenge. A challenge that Patty had every intention of accepting real soon.

Giving Mary a look that matched hers, Patty answered her question. “Yes, I find it 
extremely stimulating.”

“Oh? How?”

“Well,” she said as she reached over and took Mary’s hand, then gripped her wrist, “you 
must admit, not many women would chose so unusual items. Take the iron manacles for 
instance…”

“Yes. What about them?”

“Well, they could be seen as an expression of historic significance.”

“I suppose they could be seen in that way, but somehow I don’t think that is your opinion, 
is it Patty?”

“No. It isn’t. My opinion is that you either enjoy having them used on you as intended, or 
use them on others as intended. My question is which is it?”

“And if I answered that question, what would your response be Patty?”

“Well,” turning her hands over and placing her wrists in Mary’s hands, she said, “if you 
answered that you used them on others as intended, I would be extremely interested.”

“You would, would you?”

“Yes, very interested.”

As Mary encircled Patty’s wrists and applied pressure to them, she said, “I am so glad you 
are interested, because tonight I feel like being on the giving end for a change.”

“The giving end?”

“Yes. You see, normally I am on the receiving end when it comes to pain. George is a very 
demanding Master, but I find that occasionally I have a yen to play his part, especially with 
young, submissive girls. Girls like you, Patty. Care to play some games for the evening?”

“I might be, if they are interesting enough.”

“Oh, and what might that mean?”

“It means that I like my sex on the rough side. The rougher the better. Am I striking a 
responsive cord with you?”

“A very responsive cord, Patty. A very responsive cord indeed.”

It didn’t take them long to establish their roles for the evening. In a matter of minutes 
Patty was proudly wearing the manacles and attached chains. The next minute found her 
securely secured to two of the many hooks that decorated Mary’s apartment.

With manacled chains holding her nude, body in place, Patty watched Mary walk about the
room opening various end tables and extracting articles that brought another smile to Patty’s 
face.

As Mary approached her willing victim, she asked, “Still interested?” as she held up for 
Patty’s inspection various lengths of rope, a riding crop and some unusual clamps.

“You have my undivided attention. I assume that shortly I am to become intimately 
acquainted with those?”

“Oh, very intimately acquainted. Shall we start with binding your breasts?”

“At the moment, I can see no way to stop you, Mary.”

“Do you want to stop me?”

“No.”

“Good. If you work out I tell you something that might interest you very much. But first the
ropes.”

Patty’s uncle had hound her breasts many a time hut as Mary did it she sensed a 
difference.

Yes she bound her tits just as tight as her uncle had, but it was like… she understood what 
Patty was thinking.

“You love the feeling of ropes around your tits, don’t you? It makes your blood boil with 
lust, doesn’t it?”

Patty was somewhat surprised at Mary’s words, because they were so accurate. “Yes. How 
did you know?”

“It’s simple really. I like the same thing. Bound tits throb, seem to have a life of their own. 
You can feel each heartbeat in them. I can see you like it. Your nipples are hard as rocks. They 
are standing at attention, begging for abuse. Aren’t they, Patty?”

“Yes. You know they are.”

“Then we will abuse them with these clamps.”

Mary had no more than said the words than she was attaching the nipple clamps.

Patty took a deep breath to counteract the pain when each was placed on her nipples, but 
then she relaxed and awaited further developments.

She didn’t have long to wait as Mary took up the riding crop and began to use it on her.

At first Mary did it softly, as if judging Patty’s endurance to pain. But as she saw her accept 
the pain, eagerly, she increased the force of the blows.

Blows landed on Patty’s bound tits. An occasional one to her clamped nipples.

Then the crop began a journey around Patty’s body. To her back. Her buttocks. The insides
of her legs. Up to her mound to her tucked in stomach.

Patty moaned in lust/pain as the stinging crop traversed her willing flesh.

Mary missed none of Patty’s signals. She saw her stand on tiptoes and spread her legs in 
invitation.

Her opened cunt received a kiss of the crop. And when Mary inspected the end she saw it 
was very wet.

By the time Mary set the crop aside there were few unmarked spots on Patty’s quivering 
body. Her tits were blue with lack of blood and black with streaks from the crop. Patty was in 
rainbow colors, pink, red, blue, black and a few shade of purple as Mary knelt and placed her 
legs over her shoulders.

Mary didn’t need to see the expelled juices of Patty’s cunt to know she was hotter than 
hell. She had smelled them eons ago. And as she spread Patty’s cunt lips, she knew it was time
to taste them.

They were delicious.

After making Patty come three times, Mary released her and placed her on the floor 
between her own legs. Patty didn’t need any instructions. She dove in with relish.

*

A week later Mary introduced Patty to George. And after a rousing night of pain they both 
told her about the Castle.

Two months later Patty was enrolled for the full course at the Castle and was enjoying each
and every moment of her stay.

That was two years ago.

*

Patty had passed all of her courses with flying colors. In her two year stay at the Castle she 
had advanced to the Master Level and was preparing to graduate.

There had been five interviews with prospective restaurant owners and Patty had chosen 
to be placed with Rick Stephenson of Phoenix.

Rick owned a restaurant of impeccable status, but in Patty’s mind it had been his 
treatment of her that was the deciding factor.

During each interview the prospective candidate had had an evening with Patty, during 
which time they engaged in sex and pain.

Each owner was to treat Patty as she would be treated if she chose to be theirs.

One man had done nothing but whip her. A pleasant event for Patty, hut she knew she 
needed someone with more imagination!

Another one had almost burnt her to a crisp. Patty enjoyed an occasional burning, hut she 
didn’t want a steady diet of it and he was eliminated too.

The third man’s preferences were to fill her bodily cavities beyond imagination as he 
masturbated before her. In Patty’s opinion stuffing was find, but she liked for the man to come
in her, not on her.

The forth man was way too mild for her tastes. He only wanted to spank her then screw 
her.

Then came Rick.

Patty felt an instant attraction to Rick. He wasn’t that much taller than she was but he was 
well built.

But what really attracted her at first was his full beard. Patty liked facial hair on men. Rick 
reminded her of Ron, one of the staff at the Castle and one of her favorites.

As they casually talked Patty felt drawn more and more to him. He didn’t make her feel 
degraded when he spoke of hurting her. It was more like he understood her compulsions.

He was strong and dominating, but he wasn’t threatening. It was like she knew she could 
trust him when she was bound and vulnerable. And he wasn’t in a rush. It was like they had all 
the time in the world to get acquainted. And Patty liked that. It made her feel more secure 
with him.

By the time they made their way to one of the rooms Patty felt very comfortable with Rick 
and was hoping that they would be compatible.

“Please remove your clothing, come here and place your hands behind your back for the 
rope.”

He said the words calmly, as if he had every expectation of her complying, which naturally 
Patty did.

When she was undressed and standing in front of Rick, Patty felt shivers of lust flow 
through her as he calmly bound her wrists behind her back with secure knots.

“Open your mouth. I wish to gag you.”

” Again he spoke calmly and again Patty complied as he placed the ball gag in her mouth 
and fastened it behind her head.

His movements were gently and Patty relaxed with a warmth that began to fill her.

“Now for the belt,” he said as he slipped a wide leather belt around her waist and fastened 
it snugly.

Patty looked down and saw the embedded ring and attached chain in the belt and 
wondered how they would be put to use.

When the belt was in place Rick walked in front of Patty, and asked, “Do you like harsh 
breast stimulation?”

Instantly Patty nodded her head. Ever since Mary had bound her tits and beat them it had 
been one of her favorite forms of receiving pain.

Rick smiled and began to remove his shirt as he spoke.

“Good, because harming full breasts like yours is one of my favorite things to do.”

With his shirt removed he tossed it aside then walked away. A moment later he was back.

“How about a little nipple stimulation to start with?” he asked as he held up two mouse 
traps for her to see.

He smiled at her avid agreement. “You’re quite a gal, Patty. I like a girl who isn’t afraid to 
express her wants. In a bit we’ll see what else we have in common. But first, for the mouse 
traps to be effective, we have to get those nipples really hard.”

Patty watched him reach for her right boob with both hands. Placing them against her 
chest wall he began to squeeze them. Tighter and tighter he squeezed until her tit stood out, 
her nipple pointing straight forward.

Then he bent his head and took the hardening nipple in his mouth. And sucked. Rick 
pulled all the tit flesh he could in his mouth, almost as if he was planning to make a meal of it.

He sucked and sucked it. Then releasing some of the flesh from his mouth he began to 
worry it with his teeth. Not harshly, but not gently either. In Patty’s opinion, just right.

She felt him slid his teeth back and forth as if threatening to bite, but stopping short of 
doing so. She felt him suck just the nipple into his mouth, then his teeth held it in place as his 
tongue whipped back and forth across the very tip.

Rick slid his lower jaw back and forth making her nipple point up then down in his mouth 
as his tongue kept up it frantic pace.

Then his teeth began to apply more and more pressure as she tried to force more of 
herself into his mouth.

He felt her actions and increased the pressure with his teeth as he made his tongue go 
even faster. across her hardened tip.

Then with a popping sound he released her and asked, “Like that?”

Patty nodded her head in the affirmative.

“Like pain in your nipples?”

Again she nodded and Rick smiled.

“Let’s try an experiment. I hold your nipple with my teeth and you pull away. When you 
can’t stand it any more just lean forward and release the pressure. Understand?”

Patty had no trouble understanding his words as again she nodded her head.

A moment later his mouth was again attached to her nipple.

His teeth took a firm hold on her nipple. She felt his teeth sink into her puckered flesh as 
she leaned back and began to pull her own tit.

It hurt.

It felt good as she pulled more and more as his teeth remained firmly attached to her 
nipple. With each increment of her backward motion Rick’s teeth bit into her harder and 
deeper until she thought he would either bite through her nipple or loose his hold.

Patty wanted to keep pulling but the more she pulled the more pain filled her nipple until 
she could take no more.

She froze in place, neither pulling more nor releasing any of the pressure, as she saw his 
eyes look up at her.

Keeping his teeth in place, Rick smiled around his teeth as if understanding she couldn’t 
hurt herself any more.

Close to loosing his grip, Rick used his tongue to press her nipple against the back of his 
teeth and held it for a bit. Then forced it through his teeth.

He heard her moan in pain/pleasure as her nipple sprang free of his mouth and before she
could take another breath he opened the mouse trap, placed the wooden part below her hard
nipple, raised the trapping bar and let it snap shut with a click.

A muffled scream escaped her gag as he watched her look down at her nipple. He saw her 
legs threatening to give out beneath her and he smelled her arousal.

“Like that?”

Patty nodded her head.

A moment later he was repeating the entire process with her left tit and nipple.

When both nipples were capped with the mouse traps, Rick reached up and pulled down a
hook and attached the short chain from her waist belt to it.

They both heard the hum of the motor as the chain began to head toward the ceiling.

When Patty was on tiptoes he stopped the motor and took up some more rope.

“Now to bind those full breasts of yours. As I wrap the rope around your breasts just try to 
imagine how it will make your nipples point out.”

As Rick wound the rope around her breasts Patty did as ordered. As he slowly draped the 
rope around her and looped it over her tits she could almost see the end results and wished 
that he would hurry.

But Rick didn’t hurry.

He did it slowly as if giving her time to use her imagination or as if he really enjoyed doing
what he was doing to her.

He did it slowly for both reasons.

When he was finished both breasts were turning bluish from lack of blood flowing through
them. The rope cut deeply into her skin and indeed both traps were held straight out by her 
throbbing nipples.

“Now for the real fun to begin.”

Patty watched him as he removed his clothing and when his throbbing cock came into 
view she moaned with anticipation.

It was magnificent. Long, wide, vein covered and throbbing. It was a cock any man would 
be proud of owning.

The next thing Patty was aware of was the hum of a motor.

No more had that registered than she felt herself begin raised off the floor.

As soon as her feet lost purchase she was swinging in mid air and arched over backwards. 
The belt and attaching chain was her sole support as she rose higher and higher until finally 
the humming stopped and her ascent ceased as she swung gently in the air.

“Spread your legs, Patty, and I will come to you.”

Turning her head to the side she saw Rick standing near her bent legs and instantly 
understood his intent.

She spread her legs, and as he stepped forward she wrapped them around his hips as his 
cock slid into her hot crease.

Deeper and deeper he went as his wide cock spread her wider with each inch that entered 
her until the head of his cock touched the bottom of her cunt.

“Now the fun begins, Patty. As long as you keep your legs wrapped around me I won’t 
stop. It’s all up to you. Remember that. It’s all up to you.”

Patty had no thoughts of releasing her legs from around his hips.

She wanted his cock to remain in her.

But she hadn’t counted on the crop landing on her bound and mouse trapped tits.

. She couldn’t see the crop in his hand with her head thrown back so far with her arched 
body and as the pain filled her bound tits her legs sprang opened.

Instantly Rick withdrew his cock and she understood what he had meant by it was up to 
her.

He would fuck her and beat her bound tits at the same time. If she wanted to be fucked 
she had to accept the beating too.

She wrapped her legs around his hips again and he resumed both actions-fucking and 
beating her tits with the crop.

With the third thrust of his hips and the third stroke of the crop Patty came. Her legs 
tightened around his hips as if her life depended upon it as wave after wave of lust flowed 
through her swaying body.

Her stomach pointed toward the ceiling. Her head flopped back and forth with each thrust
of his cock and each stroke of the crop. And with each Patty came. Over and over until she 
could take no more and she blacked out with her passions and thrown back head.

When she came to she found herself lying on the wooden floor of the room as Rick stood 
over her prostrate form.

As her brain began to function again she found that she was still bound, she had only 
been lowered to the floor and the chain unhooked from the overhead track.

Looking up she saw that Rick still possessed a very full cock. A quick tightening of her cunt
confirmed that it was full of his cream and she gave him a smile.

After pain, there was nothing she liked better than a repeating cock.

She spread her legs in invitation as Rick knelt between them.

“The rules are the same. Understand?”

Patty understood.

She wrapped her legs around his hips as he slid his cock up her begging cunt and landed 
the crop on her bloated, aching tits.

She didn’t care it he beat them to a pulp as long as he used his cock with all the skill she 
could ever hope for in a partner.

When one blow sent a mouse trap flying Rick bent his head and took her nipple into his 
mouth as the other one was treated to his hand as his cock filled and retreated from her 
pulsating cunt.

In and out he pounded. Patty arched her body to accept every inch of him as his mouth 
and hands tormented, soothed and delighted her breasts as her cunt pulled him into her as 
she flew from climax to climax.

Finally she was rewarded as his spunk kissed her sucking cunt and Rick fell on top of her 
until they both regained their breath.

Pulling away from her Rick knelt between her legs and began to undo the rope around her
breasts.

As the blood pounded and rushed into her bloated tits her gag muffled her screams.

Tossing the rope aside Rick reached forward and caressed her cold tits with his warm 
hands, then brought his even warmer mouth to them as Patty squirmed in pain/pleasure 
beneath him.

When his soothing attentions restored them to a more normal state, he gently turned her 
over and removed the rope from her wrists and the belt from her waist and turned her back 
over onto her back.

“You may remove the gag. I want to talk with you.”

It took Patty a while to get the kinks out of her arms and bring her numb hands to her 
head to remove the gag. Finally she succeeded and set the gag on the floor and used her 
tongue to lick some moisture onto her parched lips.

Through all that time they never stopped watching each other. When the last article of 
bondage was set aside they smiled at each other as if understanding fully what the other was 
thinking.

Patty slowly raised her arms to him and he came to her. Wrapping strong arms around her,
they settled themselves on the floor and talked.

It was no surprise that they found that they had much in common. Opinions, wants, 
desires, wishes and dreams were discussed and plans made.

Two weeks later, after all the legal papers were signed, Patty accompanied Rick to Phoenix 
for her new life as chef/slave.

Both had great expectations for the future.

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CHAPTER EIGHT


Karen was having a marvelous time at the Castle. She had been there for a little over seven 
months. She had learned the rules; and what to expect when they were disobeyed.

Disobeying the rules was one of her favorite things to do.

When she had first arrived, for the first two weeks or so, she had been a rebel. She rebelled
against everything and everyone until she had finally admitted her submissive side.

But her early rebellion had its advantages.

It had earned her a reputation that the staff was determined to eliminate, even after her 
change.

Karen never bothered with special requests.

She had never developed any particular obsession like many of the other students did. She
had no particular driving need to be harmed in any specific way. In her opinion, everything 
that occurred to her at the Castle was grand.

When she had first admitted her submissiveness to herself, she had thought about 
requesting the tenth option. But she changed her mind after doing it once.

Instead of special requests, that she wrote the scripts for, she preferred that she not know 
what was to happen to her.

Thus, relying on her earlier rebellious reputation, when she felt the need for additional 
attention, she did something to break the rules.

One day she had gotten the urge to see what would happen if she tried to refuse a staff 
member’s request.

Phillip had just finished a session with her and as he was leaving requested that she offer 
up her ass for his cock. Karen was felling feisty and said, “No,” to his request, wondering what 
his reaction would be.

She didn’t have long to wonder, as within seconds, Phillip slammed her over a nearby 
piece of equipment, bound her over it, ass up, and then proceeded to fuck the shit out of her 
ass.

It was all Karen could do to keep a smile off her face during the entire procedure. And 
when he left her bound and called four other staff members to follow his example, she 
couldn’t believe her luck.

After she was finally released Karen had ample time to consider what had happened. She 
had enjoyed the ass fucking, hell, she enjoyed any form of fucking when it came down to it.

But what she enjoyed the most was not knowing precisely what would happen to her. And 
that became her obsession.

After the first time she found many opportunities to get special attention.

*

Karen had had a very frustrating day. Nothing had gone as planned.

She had attended the required classes, made the proper responses, taken her meals with 
the other students and other activities. But when it came time for her to undergo her daily 
“training” in one of the rooms of the Castle her staff member was called away before the fun 
had begun and she was released and told to go to her room.

Lack of attention was one thing Karen could not abide.

She had been taught to crave the painful pleasure that the Castle was noted for, and she 
wanted her allotted amount.

As she walked back to her cell, she was determined that she would receive it. And soon.

Spying Mark, one of the newest staff members, ahead of her as she walked down the hall, 
she decided to see what she could instigate.

“Hey, Mark, where are you heading?”

Mark turned, smiled at the nude Karen-he liked the fact that all the students at the Castle 
were required to be nude-and answered her. “No where in particular. Why?”

“Oh, just curious.”

“Did you have something in mind?”

“No, I’m just free for a while and just making idle conversation.”

“Well, if you’re so free, how about joining me in one of the rooms?”

Karen knew his casual comment was more in the order of a demand.

The rules were extremely strict if a staff member found a student free, she was his.

Karen almost smiled, as she said, “No thanks. I think I’ll take a shower instead.” And turned
around and started to walk away.

It must have taken Mark a bit to remember because Karen almost got to her room before 
he grabbed her arm and jerked her around.

“I think not. You know the rules. Let’s go.” Karen tried to jerk her arms away, but 
fortunately Mark was too strong for her. “Leave me alone.”

“Not on your life. Let’s go.”

Karen had to admit to herself that she put on quite a show of resistance as he pushed, 
shoved and drug her down the hallway. And when they came to an intersection Ron saw them
and instantly came to aid him.

“What’s the problem?”

“She refused me.”

Mark didn’t have to say any more. Ron knew the rules too. An instant later there were two 
guys dragging her to one of the rooms as she kept up her “struggles”.

By the time the reached the training rooms all three were breathing hard from their 
desertion. And the guys didn’t appreciate having to pull her past five rooms before finding 
one that was empty.

Finally reaching an empty room they more or less tossed Karen on the floor as they 
slammed the door behind them.

As she was trying to soothe a scrapped knee, four hands suddenly converged on her, 
wrapped ropes around her wrists, hooked them to chains from the overhead tracks, and she 
was heading for the ceiling.

When her feet left the floor each grabbed an ankle. Soon both legs were wrapped in rope 
and the ropes attached to two more overhead chains and her feet followed her hands toward 
the ceiling.

When the hum of the motors stopped Karen was suspended in midair. Her hands and feet 
were up, her legs widely spread, and her ass hanging down at a comfortable height for them 
to use however they desired.

Karen had no qualms. It looked to be a promising position to her, especially when Ron 
grabbed two massive ice dildos and walked up to the V of her spread legs.

“Perhaps these will cool your temper while we teach you to be properly receptive.” Karen 
didn’t bother expressing her opinions. There was no reason. Hers matched theirs.

If they wanted to stuff ice dildos up her cunt and ass for a start, she was more than willing 
to accept them.

She just hoped they would become more inventive as time passed.

With both dildos firmly in place in her body she saw Ron reach for a huge wooden paddle 
as Mark took up a stiff riding crop.

They both took up a stance beside her hanging down ass. One on each side of her.

She licked her lips in anticipation. A hot ass was just the ticket for her cold core to heat up 
fast.

They alternated blows. Paddle then crop connected repeatedly with her ass as her cunt 
and asshole turned into furnaces to melt the dildos within her at a rapid speed. And the 
tickling of the dripping cold water on her hot flesh sent her into orbit.

It was all she could do to keep up her act of defiance. Especially as she went from one 
climax to another as they blistered her ass damn good.

When they finally tired of that activity and decide to get their own relief, they simply 
released her bound legs and came at her from front and back.

Mark buried his cock deeply in her ass as Ron sank his into her warming cunt.

Then they fucked.

God, how they fucked.

*

Three weeks later Karen found herself wanting more special attention.

She found the perfect opportunity during one of her cooking classes.

Master William was conducting the lesson.

The students always made meals for the staff and that day the menu was roast pig.

Karen was in the group assigned to serving the meal. Appetizers, salads and soups had 
already been served as she helped some others remove the pig from the oven and place it on 
the serving tray.

It was her responsibility to wheel it into the dinning room, and on impulse just before 
sliding the tray from the wheeling cart, Karen pulled out the traditional apple from its mouth 
before setting it on the table.

Setting the pig in front of Master William as always, she didn’t miss his look. It sent a 
shiver up her spine. A shiver of lust.

“Why did you remove the apple,” came from the calm Headmaster of the school as Karen 
stood beside him at the head of the table.

“I don’t know. Too traditional, I guess.”

“We teach tradition here. Traditions are very respected at the Castle. Again, I will ask, why 
did you remove the apple?”

“I felt like it.”

Karen could almost see Master William’s mind formulating a just punishment for her 
offense and words. It took all her effort not to smile. “If that is your response, then we have 
neglected some of your training. It is time to rectify that error.” Turning to address two of the 
staff members seated at the table, he said, “Please bring a stock board, two leg shackles with 
sufficient chains and enough switches for everyone.” Then turning to another man, he added, 
“While they are getting the required equipment perhaps you would be so kind as to place the 
offending apple in an appropriate place?”

None of the men even hesitated. They knew what to do. As the two left the room to get 
the required material, the third man quickly rose grabbed Karen by her hair and soon had the 
apple stuffed in her mouth.

Things should move quickly now, Karen thought to herself as the hot apple was forced in 
her mouth. Shortly the other two returned and she found herself encased in the board stock.

With her head and hands immobilized it didn’t take them long to shackle her ankles. A 
moment later she was hoisted up and stood in the center of the table. Her legs straddled the 
pig that had started the whole episode and the chains connected to her ankles were swiftly 
bolted to the ends of the table.

Karen had suddenly become the centerpiece of the table as the switches were passed 
around. Then they were snapping into her body from every direction.

Thus the meal was continued. Whenever a staff member desired, all he had to do was take 
up .his switch and hit the target before him. By the time the meal was finished Karen felt like 
she had been attacked by a swarm of bees. From shoulders to toes, and everywhere in 
between, she was covered with stinging welts from the switches.

She didn’t think any of the staff missed her come any of the four times.

But being the centerpiece for the meal was not the whole extent of her “punishment” she 
learned as Master William’s comments told her as the table was cleared.

“To make sure to remember your lesson well, tomorrow you will spend the morning in the 
courtyard for all to enjoy and instruct. Then we will endeavor to complete your instructions for
dinner. Take her to her room. She will have a very busy day tomorrow.”

Karen had the whole night to dream about Master William’s words.

*

The next morning they came for her before the sun graced the sky and took her to the 
courtyard.

She was silently lead to the posts. Two massive posts were firmly planted in the center of 
the yard. Each was about ten feet tall and about ten feet apart. Four manacles and attaching 
chains were embedded in the wood and in a matter of minutes all four were holding Karen in 
place.

As the last manacle was attached, the chains were pulled through cleats that began to 
tighten. When the last click was heard Karen was very tightly pulled in all four directions and 
the sun finally peaked over the horizon.

“You are to spend two hours at the posts, two hours over the sawhorse and two hours in 
the pillory. Everyone is to be encouraged to take advantage of you during the entire time. I 
suggest that you cooperate as much as possible.”

Karen didn’t have an opportunity to respond, for as soon as he stopped talking he 
jammed a large apple in her mouth as the other man began to spank her ass with his hand.

A marvelous start was Karen’s thought before the man who had spoken took up a small 
whip and began to hit her proud tits.

After turning her ass and tits a rosy shade of red they proceeded to fuck her fore and aft. 
When they finished they left to have some breakfast.

Karen spent the allotted two hours at the posts, during which time she was fucked four 
times, beat with switches, whips, crops and other miscellaneous instruments.

The next two hours she was over the sawhorse that was bolted to concrete at one side of 
the courtyard and five others availed themselves to her upturned ass and added still more 
stripes to her colorful body.

By the time she made it to the pillory Karen was of the opinion that they had done 
enough. She was sore, inside and out. And when five more men came at her with whips, 
switches and cocks, she was beginning to get her fill and then some.

She was relieved when she was finally released.

The two men had to practically carry her to the kitchens and to what awaited her there.

Karen had had a good idea what would happen to her in the courtyard, but she had none 
about what would happen during the afternoon.

Being brought to the kitchens, she had hopes of at least obtaining some food. She did, she
was allowed to eat the apple that had been in her mouth all morning as she got to see and 
smell the very tempting aromas drifting around the kitchens. But she received no more 
nourishment.

When lead to the kitchens, Karen was more or less deposited in a straight-backed wooden
chair. Her arms were tied behind her, her feet to the front legs.

And thus she was left.

Until Master William entered when the students were cleaning up after lunch.

“So, have you had ample time to reconsider upholding the traditions here at the Castle?”

“Yes.”

“Good. One final lesson should instill it for all times.”

Now Karen was a gal who could take a strapping, whipping, and fucking as well as the 
next, but the combined efforts of the morning spent in the courtyard had left her a might 
drained, to say the least.

She was all in favor of a nice meal, followed by a refreshing shower and a long nap. But 
such was not to be the case as Master William approached her with two lengths of rope and 
proceeded to bind her tits VERY tightly.

By the time he was done, her good sized tits were standing straight out. The ropes cut into
her flesh and drastically decreased the blood flow to them. They were turning a bluish color 
before he straightened up from his task.

Turning to one of the students, he said, “Place the tray here.”

Karen watched as a huge silver serving tray was placed on the table next to her bound 
body and she began to get an inclining of what was to come her way.

Students covered the tray with fresh lettuce and spinach, just as she had done the night 
before with the pig. At which point she really began to dread what was going to happen to 
her.

Two staff members untied her from the chair. When she was free Master William nodded 
toward the now decorated tray, and said, “Place yourself on it correctly.”

Karen knew what the correct placement of her body meant.

With the aid of the two men she used a stool to stand on the sat back on the covered tray.
After wiggling around a bit, as the lettuce and spinach poked her, she raised her legs, and 
grasped her ankles with her hands.

Her tied up tits fit snugly between her arms as the two men tied her wrists to her ankles. 
When they stepped back, she was in a very similar position as the pig had been the night 
before.

And when they approached her with another apple she didn’t even wait for their words, 
she opened her mouth. They shoved the apple firmly into her mouth.

“Arrange her properly, then baste her inside and out,” came from Master William, directing
his comments to several of the students.

Two students raised her head and began to arrange her hair neatly, until it flowed around 
her head and the ends tickled her sides.

Then four other students came at her with basting brushes. Dipping them into warm 
seasoned butter they basted her.

Brush, brush, brush, they brushes basted her skin from head to toes. Several of the girls 
seemed to take delight in poking the stiff bristles into her many lacerations as they turned her 
body shinny.

Karen didn’t know what seasonings they used, but whatever it was, it burned and irritated 
every welt on her body. And she had hundreds of them to burn.

After she was all shinny two gals began to baste her inside. Inside her cunt and asshole, 
and she really began to have serious doubts about the remainder of the day.

“As you have been reminded, Karen,” Master William told her, “traditions are very 
important here at the Castle. And to help you remember that in the future, you will now be 
given two more apples.”

Turning to the two men assisting him, he said, “You may proceed.”

Karen didn’t have to look to see them, she knew that there were two huge, shinny apples 
heading toward her. One for her asshole and one for her cunt.

Sure enough, she was right.

The first man coated his hand with the hot seasoned butter and began sliding his hand in 
and out of her asshole. When he figured he had it lubricated enough, he began to wedge the 
apple in.

Using the smaller end, the bottom of the apple, he pushed. And pushed. And pushed 
steadily until the fat apple was firmly stretching her asshole.

Then the other man repeated the process with his apple that was placed in her cunt.

Karen thought she would split in two.

“Now to cook them,” came from Master William.

Karen turned her head a gave a silent scream.

They were bringing two roasting irons toward the apples in her ass and cunt.

She felt each inch of the four inch irons slide into the apple cores inside her. She had no 
doubts that soon they would begin heating up.

Heating her up too.

At first she honestly couldn’t feel the heat the irons generated. But after a while she sure 
did as several students began to decorate her tray with relishes.

She began to sweat. The apple in her mouth made it very difficult to swallow and breath. 
Her breasts felt like someone was stabbing them with sharp forks. And her entire body burned
for the special seasonings they had rubbed into her flesh.

All in all, Karen was a very uncomfortable lady.

Three hours later, with the sweat pouring off her, she was sure that she would never object
to any more traditional things in her life. Even the many orgasms she had during the time 
didn’t alleviate her aches and pains.

She was one very tired woman when her tray, and she, was wheeled into the staff dinning 
room at the beginning of the evening meal.

What more were they going to do to her? she wondered as she was wheeled to the head 
of the table where Master William sat.

Taking up a long knife and a steel sharpener, Master William played on her fears.

Back and forth the knife scraped against the steel until Karen thought she would go out of
her mind with anxiety.

With tears in her eyes she watched Master William walk to the end of her and the tray with
the knife in his hand.

What would he do?

Surely he wouldn’t use the knife to remove the apples from her ass and cunt, would he?

She felt the pressure of the knife press against the apple in her ass.

She felt it slice into the apple. She felt every vibration as he turned it slowly. Very slowly 
until he had made a small circle.

Then with the tip of the knife, he popped out the small section he had carved out of the 
apple.

Karen felt it land on her tray. A moment later she felt him stab it with the end of the knife 
and as she watched him he smiled, and placed the small piece of apple in his mouth.

“Delicious. A very tasty apple. I recommend that all of you take a bite.”

And thus they proceeded.

Karen’s tray was slowly slid around the table. At each place a staff member used his knife 
to cut out a small section of one of her apples.

She felt each and every section cut out.

By the time she made it around the table the first time they were nicking her pulled tight 
flesh.

And by the time she made her second circuit everyone cut her slightly with their knives to 
get another piece of apple from her body.

She thought she was slowly going insane. Each time they had to dig for more apple, 
driving their knives into her deeply and shaking the apples, Karen came.

When she started her third circuit she had to use her muscles to force more apple out so 
they could have their pieces because there was no more sticking out. And that made her come
even more until finally all of the apples had been cut from her body.

With her two openings then empty, they proceeded to use their hands to refill them and 
Karen’s body gave up all rational thought and just reacted.

Over and over she came. Until finally she passed out from sheer exhaustion of so many 
climaxes.

*

For the next two days Karen could hardly move, but as time passed she began to think 
that the experience had been more than worth it.

By the time the second week rolled by, she began to wonder what would happen if she…

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