The Dungeon

Christine had spent hours in the cold damp darkness with only tears and rats for company.

The hatch suddenly opened, and daylight poured into the dungeon, revealing the nightmarish tools and cruel-looking equipment which awaited Christine.

After being in darkness for hours the light stung her eyes, causing her to squint. After a couple of seconds, she could see that her visitors were the two guards who had earlier stopped her leaving.

With her hands still tied, Christine scrambled to the back of the cage. "No. Stay away from me."

The taller guard unlocked the door then reached in to grab her; Christine kicked out, but she was merely pulled out by her ankles.

Both guards laughed as her damp, dirty smock lifted up over her waist revealing her neatly trimmed pussy. The taller guard sneered, "Core, would love some of that."

But his mate complained, "Shame it won't be a pretty cunt when we finally get a go. She'll be little more than a cum filled corpse."

The two guards then dragged Christine to her feet. Yet she still battled hard, so they had to lift her off her naked feet and marched her to a set of wooden pillory stocks which were sat open on a sturdy bench.

Christine was **** over the bench, so her belly was resting on the cold damp oak. She had **** but to stick her head through the middle hole of the stocks.

The young guard took out his dagger from its sheath then cut off Christine's smock, so she was completely naked. He climbed onto the bench then placed his boot on Christine's back, keeping her in place.

The older guard untied Christine's hands. He then licked his index finger before sliding it between her butt cheeks and placing the tip of his finger on her anus. "Be a good girl and put your hands in the holes or I'll fuck your arse with my finger." He grinned as she did as she was told "That's good girl."

The stock was then lowered into place and locked. Christine was now securely trapped in place. Her pussy and arse left ****.

Christine noticed he hadn't moved his finger from her now twitching anus. Her eyes then widened as she felt him apply pressure. "No."

The pain was intense. Christine screamed as the guard **** his fat finger into her arse. "Argh! You lying swine!" The pain was like nothing she had experienced. He sunk it deep down to his knuckle feeling her hot, tight and dry hole from within.

Poor Christine felt like vomiting as he corkscrewed his finger deep inside her rectum. "Oh… oh, that hurts. Please have mercy. I'm nothing but a virgin."

He pulled out his finger then walked around. To Christine's disgust he wiped his finger clean on her cheek. "Fucking highborn. Not so posh now, are you? Your shit smells just the same as ours."

Then came slow-paced footsteps on the staircase.