Castle Keep

It was an incredible sensation when Francesca climaxed for her first time, body writhing and jerking in uncontrollable spasms that stole her strength and replaced it with tingling jolts of sheer ecstasy. Her voice filled the chamber with moans and groans as she savored sexual release. Tears of wonder filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks in pleasure's wake.

Francesca turned and looked at him, speechless. No words existed that could begin to describe the delight he had brought upon her. It was as if he knew exactly what she wanted, despite her own protests. Yet in the dim light of the nearby torch, air heavy with wretched stench, he looked nothing like the William she knew. He was different in this chamber of pain, as was she. All was now revealed, and nothing remained hidden.

She felt as the chain clutching her waist was released and fell away, followed by the shackles holding her ankles. He turned her away from the heavy wooden frame, facing him, only her arms bound by the cold iron shackles and held extended by the attached chains. He gazed at her beauty for a moment, enjoying the look of her precious flesh in the dancing yellow light of the torch. He admired those creamy breasts and fully hardened nipples, her skin so soft and shimmering.

He reached forward and unlocked a wheel. The chains gave way and Francesca was caught off guard. Her legs gave out and she immediately sank to the ground on her knees as the wheel loudly ratcheted in protest, filling the chamber with echoing noise. He stopped the wheel so that the chains still held her arms outstretched as she kneeled on the cold stone floor. 

She glanced at the door, knowing that the guards had to have heard the commotion, and was strangely relieved when no one barged in to rescue her from her disgraceful plight.

"The guards are careless," he spoke aloud as he saw her glancing at the doorway. "Too many years of peace have dulled their senses. You weren't really hoping to be rescued, were you?"

"The thought did occur," she whispered honestly, although in hindsight wasn't sure that would have been for the best, either. "Please take me back before we are found. It would destroy my father's trust in me. Please, William."

His response was swift. Francesca was shocked when William wrapped the leather strap around her head, pinning it in place. He held her with one hand as his other pulled away the clothing that covered his crotch, revealing his swollen, pulsating sword of aroused flesh. When he pulled her head forward his smooth rounded tip pushed between her soft lips and inside her wonderfully warm, wet mouth. 

Francesca winced as she felt his throbbing flesh filling her mouth. Kneeling on the stone floor of the punishment chamber, surrounded by the ingenious and frightening tools used to break the strongest of men, she knew what he wanted. The threat was implied, and Francesca had no desire for more of the stinging pain. She'd had her fill, and he'd earned her reluctant cooperation for the moment.

Although the act was new to her, every woman had an instinct for how to please a man. Her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft as her mouth sucked on his flesh, darting tongue tip flicking at the smooth rounded tip and tiny orifice. Her arms still outstretched and shackled, Francesca devoured him with her unskilled mouth. William softly groaned as his hips thrust back and forth, slowly pushing himself deeper inside. His helpless victim pleased him enthusiastically, sucking and licking with as much energy as she could muster, surprising even her captor.

Francesca felt a mixture of shame, guilt, and incredible excitement. Her heart raced wildly in her chest as she kneeled, naked, before William as if a common whore. It was the last position in which she would have expected to be found. Yet the shame only added to the tingling warmth that rippled through her creamy flesh, a fire raging deep within her loins. 

The feel of the cold iron shackles around her wrists was strangely arousing, as was the burning pain that still lingered from her punishment. The leather strap securely bound her head, and with it William directed her actions with silent guidance. The only sounds were the slurping of her sucking mouth and his occasional groans of contentment.

She felt his steel-hard manhood swelling larger still as he neared climax. Francesca sensed the end was near and she sucked and licked on him with renewed vigor. He filled her hot mouth with his pulsating hardness, the smooth, swollen tip of him at the back of her throat. 

Thick seed oozed from within, filling her mouth with a decidedly unpleasant taste and smell. She fought back an urge to gag and took him in as far as she could, her luscious lips tightly enclosing around his shaft as her tongue teased the tip of him without mercy. He twitched and grunted aloud in delight, pleased by her virginal efforts.

Francesca was startled a few moments later when his hardened sword filled her mouth with a sudden surge of thick, hot, milky seed. She tried to push him from her mouth with her tongue but he plunged to the back of her throat, spitting even more milky cum into her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow what he injected, wincing in disgust as she did so. Some dripped from the corners of her mouth as he savored the last moment of orgasm, then slowly withdrew, but not before much of it was in her belly.

"A noble effort," he remarked as he stepped away.

The dancing flames cast an eerie glow upon her creamy body, and William could see the glistening seed that covered the sides of her mouth and chin. She tugged at her shackles in a futile effort, looking up at the iron locks that secured her wrists in frustration. William watched for several moments, a smile upon his lips as he observed her efforts. He then stepped forward and pulled the pins simultaneously. When the shackles opened, her stiff, sore arms dropped away.

Before she had a chance to enjoy her newfound freedom, William filled his hand with a large clump of her long, silky black hair and roughly lifted Francesca to her feet. He propelled her forward, past several other punishment devices, until he'd found the one he sought. 

Francesca helplessly followed his lead, blindly stepping forward in the direction he pulled. The tears in her eyes blurred her vision, so she had no idea of her new destination. When they reached what appeared to be a table he pushed her on top, then roughly grasped her wrists and shackled them into place yet again.

"Please, no more," she pleaded in a weak, frightened voice. "Dawn approaches, and I mustn't be found here."

"Dawn is hours away, and we are far from finished," William replied, and then sharply slapped Francesca’s beautiful tear-streaked face to silence her drivel.

Her ankles and knees were shackled down to the table as well, leaving her naked body helpless once again. She found that when she leaned back an angled narrow wooden board was available for support. She had no idea the fate that awaited her, and not knowing filled her with both a terrible sense of fear and excitement. He seemed to delay intentionally, allowing her imagination to run free and increase the intensity of her emotions.

"I tire of the pain," she whispered in a frightened, trembling voice.

"You've endured very little," he announced aloud, seemingly unafraid of attracting attention. "Is this not one of your strongest fantasies, to discover the mystery of events that have unfolded down here within earshot?"

Francesca did not respond, for to do so truthfully would verify his suspicions and to lie would undoubtedly trigger his spiteful wrath. He waited for her to answer despite the silence, and continued to wait. 

"You seem to know all I think and feel," Francesca finally confessed. "Yes, I have fantasized of sneaking down here to see all that happens and know the reasons for the screams. Mostly they were from men, but women's could be heard as well."

"Yes, there were some," he confirmed. "And all suffered this fate."

His hand grasped and pulled a handle. With it the table upon which she was fastened separated in half, forcing her legs fully apart and revealing the most intimate details of her womanhood. She gasped and looked shamelessly down upon herself, viewing the curls of dark hair nestled between quivering thighs. She was illuminated by the yellow flickering flame of a torch, and now understood the pain, fear, and final shame the prisoners had suffered. For a woman it was the ultimate sacrifice, and Francesca was overwhelmed by the realization her time had come as well.

There was a brief delay, and when he returned to view all Francesca saw was his hardened manhood between her forcibly parted thighs. She wanted to beg him not to, that she must be promised and saved for another, but knew that any pleading would fall upon deaf ears. The dungeon knew no mercy, and even when silent echoed the cries of all those who had suffered.
Instead her eyes were riveted to his swollen sword, watching as he closed in. She felt his hands upon her thighs, and then the rounded tip of his penis as it pressed against the moist folds of her virtue.

"No!" she instinctively cried out aloud, her voice echoing in the dark chamber. 

His penis pressed upon her opening. There it remained, the bulbous head pulsating at the unopened doorway to the innocence. Tears of shame welled up in her eyes. Francesca felt so helpless as she could not deny him her virtue. Even now, in this shameful position, her body was filled with intense warmth and tingling. She silently condemned herself as her untouched virtue oozed with wetness. 

"This is what those screams were," he whispered in a devilish voice. "I have feasted for years on the shame and humiliation of the women I've enjoyed in this chamber; dozens and dozens, and now you."

"Feasted for years..." Francesca repeated as she struggled to comprehend the true nature of her predicament. "But how is that possible?"

"How is it that I always appear when most needed, and always know what your heart harbors? How is it that I can move about this castle from top to bottom undetected?" the man she knew as William asked. "When you awake tomorrow you will remember little of this and will wonder if it truly happened at all. That is my nature. Answer your own question, Francesca. How is it possible?"

Francesca was filled with a fear so great that it pressed upon her chest and made breathing difficult. Every muscle in her body tensed as the horrible reality sunk into a mind that struggled not to hear the only possible answer. Her body resisted against the heavy iron shackles that would not budge.

"Your heart knows," the demon spoke in a voice that chilled her body to the core as its true identity was finally revealed. "You are to be the mother of my eleventh child."

Francesca shook her head in disbelief, willing her vulnerable flesh to resist him. The tears she would not show now freely flowed, and the hot drops streamed down both sides of her chilled face. She defied him with all the strength she possessed, and he observed her valiant efforts with an evil grin on his unworldly face. 

"I have chosen well," the demon commented. "You will protect my child as none other during its most vulnerable years. And when he is of age I will take him from you and teach him all that I know."

Francesca was fatigued from her futile efforts and could find no last reserves of strength to tap. Her green eyes closed as the large round tip of his penis that throbbed at the doorway of her canal now thrust forward into her helpless body. She cried aloud as she'd heard so many others do in the past, the fear and agony evident as it echoed in the darkened chamber of horror. 

The demon withdrew fully out of her, pushed the tender folds of flesh apart to reveal the tight opening, and fed his head and shaft back inside. He thrust forward, penetrating deeper into her virtue. This time he penetrated deeply enough to pierce her maidenhead, as evidenced by her blood-curdling screams of sheer terror. 

He screamed out as well, mocking her desperate voice, knowing such noise would elicit no response. Only one other bore witness to the devilish event, and that was Francesca's younger sibling. High above them Juliette huddled in the darkness as Francesca once did, curious about the chamber beneath. One day soon Juliette would soon discover the truth as well, for thirteen children he would bear before returning to Satan's side.

His large pink appendage retreated and drove forward again. All the fight in her was gone, and Francesca lay upon the splintered wooden timbers in misery and defeat. Stinging pain from the dozens of pin-like jabs under her legs, ass, and torso was endured with every powerful movement of the demon between her trembling thighs. 

"The first-born of every Baroness that ever dwelled in this place has been male, and its true father a demon such as me. Have you ever wondered what became of your older brother?"

His revelations were intended to taunt and frighten, not educate. And their purpose was achieved, for Francesca recalled a brother she once knew but lost at an early age. The recollections filled her with such dread and sorrow that she herself wanted to die. The secrets of the castle she longed to discover since an early age were a heavier burden than she was prepared to carry.

Despite all the fear and horror and her determination to resist him to the end, Francesca gave in to the rippling warmth and shuddering excitement. The last mental and physical barriers crumbled and her flesh succumbed to the pleasure that could no longer be denied. 

She shamelessly writhed and twitched upon the timbers and groaned in miserable ecstasy. Waves of delight broke on her quivering flesh as thick nectar seeped from her soiled innocence, laced with the blood of her forced sacrifice. Pain and pleasure became one, inseparable, and the combination drove her to unimagined heights. 

Yet underlying it all was a cracked and weakened emotional foundation that would one day be tested in a way Francesca could not possibly comprehend.

As the demon thrust his full length into her tight canal, he howled as a jackal into the surrounding darkness. The intensity supplanted her screams. The hands on her thighs became paws, and now it was an animal that rapidly fucked her body. She was too frightened to look. 

Claws scratched her skin as he jostled for position. Loud panting and her own soft groans were all that she heard, in addition to the sickening squishing of wet flesh on flesh. Her own body betrayed her as climax loomed. All efforts to deny herself release were unheeded as her body sought the powerful pleasure it promised. 

As disgusted as she was the excitement in her body rapidly mounted. Her rising crescendo of moaning announced its buildup and arrival. Her exhausted body rigidly tensed for several seconds, and then erupted into wild, uncontrollable spasms of wondrous delight. Her fingers tightened into angry fists as her eager flesh embraced the sexual release and savored the tingling peals of ecstasy.

A surge of wetness moistened her further. The deep, rapid thrusts continued unabated. Now she could feel fur rubbing against her inner thighs, and that drove home the realization that William was not a ‘he’ but an ‘it’. And now it ravaged her body and tore away the last vestiges of her innocence.

Animal grunting echoed in the chamber and she screamed aloud in fear, hoping someone would save her from this monster that was so deeply imbedded in her flesh. The claws roughly dug into her soft inner thighs as its brisk pumping went faster still. The fur that moved against her legs was rough and unlike any she’d ever felt before. It lacked any softness, as did its cold, cruel heart.

Her writhing body was filled with such a confusing ensemble of thoughts and emotions. She was so overwhelmed that her mind shut down completely. All she was aware of was the insistent grunting and passing of the smooth penis in and out of her spoiled flesh. The pain and pleasure was intense, and when she could bear no more of it darkness moved in and saved her from the misery she could no longer endure.

* * * * *

When Francesca awoke, she was sore and confused. Tiny fragments of the previous evening were her only recollections, and those were so frightful that her mind refused to recall them. She was surprised to find herself naked, her torn clothing at the side of the bed. She was mystified by the clues that offered to answer.

When she moved and felt soreness she inspected herself as best she could. There was angry red skin on the back of her body that could not be explained. She felt wetness between her thighs, and when she looked there was more than her own nectar. Traces of blood had dried on her skin, and the horror fully set in. The remnants of seed remained as well, and Francesca knew that the fragments were from no dream but a nightmare of reality.

What she could not know was that life already stirred in her womb. But she would discover this soon.