Dark Dungeons

Regret plagued Alexia's heart. She was jolted around in the horse-drawn steel cage she sat in. Passers-by gave her disdainful sneers and demeaning insults. There was a small rag covering her body, where once she wore elegant dresses and luxurious jewelry. She sighed deeply.

Alexia was born of noble birth. At the age of fifteen, she was married off to a small lord of a nearby fiefdom. Though kind, her husband was more than ten years older and a bore in bed. Alexia, cooped up in the keep with no one to satisfy her, soon got very .

Fast forward to this day, four years later. Lord Edward had caught her red-handed with a manservant. In fact, the poor young lad was in the middle of shooting his load over her lovely round breasts, while the cook was roughly fucking her rear. Both of them were in similar cages now, and all of them were headed for one destination: the Dreadful Dungeons.

Nobody knew who made it, but there existed a grated pit into a deep underground labyrinth. Since no one ever reappeared once they were sent down and the place had a horrific reputation to it, the kingdom had been using it as an execution site. Alexia didn't want to know what awaited her.

The journey came too soon to an end. Already she could see a large circular metal hatch, guarded by a large company of elite soldiers. A guard opened her cage and dragged her out by her hair. She was thrown on the ground. Before she could recover, something pointed jabbed at her back, prodding her towards the pit.

"Move!" ordered the guard. Meekly Alexia followed his orders, tears streaming down her cheeks. The grate creaked open when she approached, the two manservants not far behind. When their legs faltered, the guards pushed them forward until they stumbled down the steep incline into the cloudy darkness.