The dungeon it is.

Less than three minutes later Madam Scarlet burst through the door without even knocking.

"You stupid, stupid little shit!" Scarlet's face was as red as her hair. "Do you know what you've done you sanctimonious snip?"

"I'm sorry, Madam Scar-" SLAP!

Christine hadn't been struck since she was five years old, and Scarlet's attack set her back onto the bed as much from shock and surprise as the viciousness of the sudden slap.

"You listen to me and you listen well, Evelyn." Scarlet wagged her finger as she spoke. "No one makes a fool of me in my establishment. You are going to spend the next day or two in the dungeon and then you are going to beg your 'father' to punish you any way he sees fit." Christine didn't know what to say. She could not imagine any way she could ever call that disgusting pervert 'daddy'. Luckily, Scarlet was not particularly interested in hearing anything from her. "Get out of that dress girl, and get out of it quick. I don't want that fine silk anywhere near that hole." With that, Scarlet was gone, and Christine was left to change.

Christine was still stepping out of the dress when two of Scarlet's henchmen stepped into the room to watch. One look at the grinning faces made it perfectly clear to her that protesting would have absolutely no effect, so she nodded politely and hurried to pull on her nightshirt as the pair ogled her shamelessly.

Over a dozen pairs of eyes watched her, including Erik's, as she was walked down the stairs to the black doors with the iron braces and high arch. She had seen the doorway before but until this moment she hadn't given it much thought. This was the dungeon ... Alice's warning returned with ****, and she stumbled a little when she saw the stairway lead down into the darkness. From behind her she heard a commotion and turned just in time to see Erik pull free of a one of Scarlet's girls and sprint for the door. Before she could call out to her brother the guard following her grabbed her by the arm and marched her forward.

~

Christine had spent hours in the cold damp darkness in a cage too small for her to stand or stretch out with her wrists tied together a rough hemp cord. It was dark, damp and cold and she had 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 same two guards who had earlier met her in her room. 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 the coarse guard 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 sank 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 still 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.