Descend to the dungeon

The princess' descend to the palace's dungeon was accompanied by a terrible symphony of female screams. Even though she wouldn't see the poor maidens, their screams were all around her, making her shiver in dreadful anticipation. Only once they encountered another girl. The poor thing was being pulled along by her long hair by a barbarian brute. She was naked, make no mistake, and she bore the same cum stains on her thighs as the princess. Their eyes met. The princess recognized the girl as one of the many servants of her family. The girl averted her eyes, ashamed of her fate.

The princess sympathized with the girl, as she disappeared, sobbing in discomfort. Her escorts laughed and brutally dragged the princess along. Their hands dug deeply into the girl's arms. She stumbled, unable to keep pace with her captors properly.

"What? Is Stone Crepper slut too stupid to walk?" one of the barbarians growled.

"Maybe she's better off crawling" the other man added.

Before the princess knew what was coming, she was hurled to the floor. She bruised her knee and winced in pain. However, even as she was fighting to come to her senses, she heard a sharp crack trough the air.

SMACK!

An instant later she howled from the sudden surge of sharp, searing pain. "Aiiiehhh!"

"Crawl bitch!" one of the barbarians snarled. "Now!"

Another crack. Another scream. "Yiieeeehhh!"

"CRAWL!"

There was so much menace and venom in his voice, the princess was on her fours and moving, even before she could think. Her cute little ass wiggling, she crawled down the corridor, ever aware of the harsh whip behind her. How many times had she walked down this very hallway, head held high, admired and worshipped by her subjects? The princess couldn't believe, what she was experiencing. But still, the absurdity of the scene and the reveberations of her recent sexual high were playing havoc with her senses. As she crawled along, the sobbing princess realized that her nipples had hardened again and this bittersweet, exciting feeling was starting to build up between her legs again. 'Oh, no! How could this happen?' she wondered.

Accompanied by the fleering remarks of her escorts, they reached the far end of the corridor. There, a heavy metal door stood open. A spiraling stair loomed behind. The entrance to the dungeon. The coldness emanating from below sent shivers through the princess' naked body. Sobbing sounds greeted her.

"C'mon bitch! Keep moving."

The princess hesitated. Surely they didn't mean her to crawl down the stairs on her fours. How could she do that? A sharp crack and more pain from her ass conviced her she had to. With her head down front, she cautiously started her descent down the dungeon stairs. Her long silken hair fell before her eyes, making it even more difficult to securely crawl downstairs. Lewd comments kept her company all the way down. Cold sweat ran from her cheeks. The sobs grew lowder.

Eventually she made it down without falling or stumbling down the spiraling stairs. Her captors arrived close behind.

"Welcome to waiting hall to hell, bitch" the man with the whip announced. "This is were we keep our bitch sluts for fucking." He smacked the whip once more down on the princess' ass. She winced, but didnt dare move or object. "Say hello to your fellow fuck sluts, bitch!"

The princess could do nothing else but look up. The sight scared her even more. In the cells both to her left and right, a large score of naked girls and women sat on the floor in various stages of distress. She knew many of them. Every one of them wore a leather collar, similar to the one the princess had around her neck. Every one of the wore signs of most recent violations. As she lifted her head, most of them recognized her. Not few gasped in shocked surprise. Others looked at her with some disturbing kind of blatant satisfaction.

"Looks like our sluts recognize one of theirs. Hahaha!"

The princess winced from humiliation. But her ordeal was far from being over.