Down into the cells

Herded by their cruel captors, the group of prisoners were marched down the garden path. Looming ahead of them in the darkness, Marcus could see what looked like a huge mansion, almost a castle in itself. A few of the windows were lit up, but otherwise the walls were shadowy, making the place look like some horrible black nightmare. He didn't want to get any closer, but with Polly still leaning into him and he knew if he stopped or ran away he'd get punished just like poor Dennis. The groom had been taken off the pole at least, his limp body dragged off the other way by two of the men who'd captured them. Charity had stopped fighting as soon as he disappeared, and now was just sobbing softly, letting herself be pulled along.

Instead of taking them to the looming entranceway, the men **** the huddled group along the shadowy walls of the mansion, moving round towards the back of the massive house. A little further down the path Marcus saw a set of wooden doors against one wall, opening into the ground and leading down onto a set of rough wooden stairs. The walls were lit by flickering torchlight casting eerie shadows over rough, unpolished stone. The young prince swallowed, a pit of cold fear working it's way into his belly. He didn't know what was down there, nor did he want to find out.

Two men went down first, while the rest herded prisoners towards the doors, brandishing their whips and snarling commands at any who didn't obey quickly enough. One young man near the back paused too long and got a lash across the back, his anguished yelp of pain stirring the others to move even quicker. Soon the cowed prisoners were stumbling down into the hole, hemmed in by stone walls and each other's bodies. Behind Marcus, Polly was breathing very fast, her little pants tinged with panic. The young prince wanted to say something, to tell her it would be okay, but he didn't believe that himself.

The stairway led down into a long stone corridor, lit with a few torches on the walls. Every few meters, there were a set of iron bars, leading into a large, stone cell, dark and shadowy. The two men who'd gone first were opening each in turn, and as Marcus watched in horror, small groups of prisoners were yanked out of the group and thrust through the forbidding doorways. They were being locked up in this horrible dungeon!

When it come to his turn, he was just too scared to fight. One of the horrible men grabbed him firmly by the wrist and yanked him away from Polly, who let out a scared little squeak as her big boobs were bared again. The young prince stumbled as he was pushed forcefully through an iron door, barely managing to catch himself before he fell flat on his face onto the cold stone under his feet. He just managed to straighten and turn in time to see Polly being thrown in after him, her pretty face pale and terrified. The next to get tossed through the door was Charity, still sobbing and limp. Then finally came Josh, who turned to give their captors a vicious glare just as the iron door was slammed shut behind him, and locked with an ominous click.

"Try to enjoy yourselves, girls and boys." The sneering man from the cart leered through the bars at them, his disgusting gaze drifting over each in turn. He had a set of keys on his finger, and was spinning them round mockingly. "I know I will, imagining you pretty things getting fucked every which way." With a cold laugh, he turned and strode away. The rest of the captives were marched past their cell, and Marcus heard the noise of more doors being slammed shut echoing down the corridor. Just like that, they'd been locked away in this awful place.

"Josh...what are we going to do?" Polly whimpered to her brother, still struggling to hide her big boobs under her trembling hands.

"I don't know." The slender kitchen boy glanced down, biting his plump lip. He'd been brave enough to stand up to their captors a little, but now his girlish face was just blank and miserable. "Now they've locked us in here...it's not going to be easy to escape." He reached out a hand towards the bars, pushing against one of them. It didn't even budge of course. "They can keep us in this cell as long as they want."

"But the King is coming for us, right?" Polly turned to Marcus, **** hope blooming in her eyes. "He's going to save us...with his armor and sword, right?"

"I...he'll be looking for us." The young prince nodded. That was the easy part to say. Of course he didn't mention the sickening doubt worming it's way into his own heart. These people weren't just horrible and cruel, they were clearly wealthy and well-organized too. They had a house this big with a dungeon ready to store all these captives. He sensed they weren't the first group of helpless prisoners to be stuffed into these cells. Yes, his Father would use all his power to try and find him, but Jana and Kriss would surely know that. What if they had some way to ensure the King never found him?

"We can't give up." Charity murmured, her voice a low hiss. She'd sat down in the corner of the cell, leaning over her flowery, tear-stained robe. "We have to keep looking for a chance to get away. If one of us can just make it past those two vicious cunts..." She fell silent, lips curled into a venomous snarl. Marcus nodded awkwardly, promising himself he'd keep looking for a way to escape. At the same time though, seeing what they'd done to Dennis made him so much more afraid of getting caught. He was just terrified of getting whipped like that, so much so that he knew he wouldn't even try to get away unless he was sure he'd make it. Probably exactly why Jana and Kriss had punished Dennis that way. The memory of the two horrible sisters betting on who would try to run like it was some awful game made him shudder.

"For now, all of us should try to get some rest, so we're not too tired to take that chance." Josh turned away from the bars, his blue eyes flickering over the inside of the cell. "We can use those piles of straw to rest on. One person can stay awake to keep a look-out, see if there's any way to escape when they open the doors again. I'll go first and wake one of you in a couple hours." Marcus nodded shyly, more than a little awed by the other boy's courage. Josh was only the same age as him, and just as small and girly, but he seemed to be quite a bit stronger and smarter somehow. The young prince wished he could find that same bravery inside himself, but instead he just crouched down awkwardly near one of the piles of straw, staring at the dirty yellow patch miserably. How was he supposed to sleep on top of this? He'd be able to feel the stone floor right through it.

Polly took the one right next to him, lying herself down with a wince. Her hand slipped from her chest, her big boobs spilling out, pale and smooth with stiff pink nipples. The young prince blushed furiously and tore his gaze away, staring down at the floor instead. He couldn't stop himself from peeking anyway as he awkwardly laid on his side across the straw. They were right there, in front of his face, and so big and round and soft-looking. Luckily Polly didn't seem to notice him. She had her eyes closed already, and was breathing softly, her lips drawn tight with nervous tension.

After staring at the busty maid's chest just a little longer, the young prince **** himself to do the same. He screwed his eyes shut, trying to ignore how hard and uncomfortable the stone floor felt against his body, as well as the sour scent of the dirty straw. This was the most horrible place he'd ever slept, and it took a long time and a lot of awkward tossing and turning before he finally slipped away into a shallow and anxious slumber.