1 comments/ 6775 views/ 3 favorites Castle Secrets By: sixpe Princess Amana was woken by footsteps coming up to her tower. Assuming the soldiers were drunk again, she flung on her robe and slippers and swung open the door. Somebody was going to suffer, for disturbing her sleep. 'Haha, there's our little princess.' She realised it was the blacksmith, a huge figure of a man. There was blood on his tunic, but he didn't seem injured. Amana took a step backwards, alarmed. Bruno should not have been anywhere in the castle above the stables, let alone close to her chamber three storeys up. Her sleep fuddled mind at last saw the danger she was in, and she backed away from him. Bruno grabbed her arm in his strong calloused hand and pushed her back into her room. He held her still for a minute, and she could hear shouts, and the clash of weapons. Bruno held his captive by the chin and forced her to look at him. He grinned at her with a leer, and Amana cowered before him, aware now of the danger she was in. 'My men already control the castle.' Bruno told her. 'Now we are going to enjoy the spoils.' Amana tried to scream for help as Bruno slung her over his shoulder but there was no one left alive to hear. Holding her legs together with one hand he hauled her down the stairs and into the courtyard. ************* Battle over, the rebels were enjoying themselves, passing round loaves of bread and tankards of ale filled from barrels taken from the cellars, and tormenting their captives. In one corner was a pile of bodies, carelessly laid to one side, many of them in guard's uniform. Bruno came down with Amana slung over his shoulder. 'Let's see what we've got' he said, standing her on the floor. His hand went to her throat and he ripped off her nightdress and gown in one move, laughing as he saw the result. 'No underwear' he scoffed, 'Interesting, I didn't expect that.' Amana shook in fear and lowered her head. 'Are you still a virgin?' Amana was too upset to form any kind of answer; in truth she wasn't sure what the question meant. She was too dazed by events. Bruno took hold of her again, unbuttoning his trousers with the other hand. In seconds he pushed her to the ground. Amana screamed as he pushed himself roughly into her, and a few men moved towards her. 'Help me! Help me!' Amana screamed, expecting the immediate obedience that was her right as princess. Instead they all moved in closer to watch, laughing. Bruno continued to ram his thick cock into her finding some resistance. 'Hey! She really is a virgin' he laughed. The others chuckled back. Amana's body bounced with his thrusting as he passed her maidenhead and continued onwards. At last he came, and she felt something creamy run down her leg, along with the blood. Bruno still held her down, and horrified, she saw the men forming a line. The first one knelt over her, and put his cock into her. He was gentler, and she felt herself moving in time with his rhythm. He leant over to kiss her. His breath smelled vile, and he forced his tongue between her lips. Amana squeezed her eyes tight and tried to ignore what was happening to her, until white light squeezed behind her eyes and she arched her back with sudden warmth as she felt his cum in her. Not sure what had happened she didn't even think about closing her legs until the next man was already using her. In a way she couldn't understand, Amana was close to enjoying herself as the men used her. The ninth, or tenth (Amana could no longer keep track) she recognised as a farm hand she had seen bringing meat to the castle. He was filthy, and the worst smelling so far. She tried to shrink away from him as he used her, and pulled away from his rough kiss, not daring even to imagine what caused the smell. 'Who'da thut this las' nigh' I'd be planting babbies in Princess up-my-nose' he laughed as he rose, and another replaced him. 'Babies!' Amana thought. She'd had a sheltered upbringing. 'They want to give me babies. They can't! Prince Timan is to be my husband.' Mentally Princess Amana shrank away from what was happening to her, as more and more of her servants lined up to use her. Exhausted by the abuse, Amana actually fell sleep while being fucked. The man using her slapped her awake, but it was obvious she was going to be of no use to the rest of her abusers. The men looked down at her, shaking their heads, and again Bruno looped her over his shoulder, this time carrying her towards the castle. *************** Amana was woken by a hard slap on her delicate princessly bottom. Even the cold stone floor she was lying on felt comfortable, until she moved and felt the effects of the earlier rape. 'Gerrup, cook lunch' somebody yelled at her, aggressively. Amana got to her feet. All she was wearing was a shapeless flap of burlap with a hole cut for her head. She looked at the owner of the voice blankly, She knew he had worked in the dairy, now he was sitting in the head cook's chair. 'Cumm on th'n – move!' he ordered. Amana had only once been in the castle kitchen, as a curious child. She had soon been chased out again and returned to her nanny. She had no idea what lunch was like before the piled up silver platters appeared on her table. The voice resumed 'I don't like any who warn't do their share.' Before he finished Amana was over his lap, the burlap folded back uncovering her bare behind. He held her in place and slapped her bottom. Amana grunted as the pain hit her, and heat spread over her buttock. Most of her body screamed its pain, but her pussy throbbed just a little. Then it pulsed as more blows connected with her bottom, and Amana screamed more in pleasure than pain. Her tormentor hit her as she was coming down from her orgasm, then his body slumped over her as a sword hilt knocked him out. He was pushed away and Amana was helped to her feet. 'There you go, miss. It's all over now.' She looked up at him, and saw he was holding a sword in one hand and wore a uniform tunic. He was not one of her father's men, but a knight none the less. Sheel couldn't help but look hard at the woman he had rescued. A pretty wench he decided. Her body looked comely – and he could see most of it due to the brevity of the outfit she was wearing. It was too long since he had taken a woman, perhaps this rescue could turn in his favour. He led her to a wooden bench, then reconsidered, and folded a soft piece of cloth for her to sit on. 'What's your name lass?' he asked. 'Amana.' He gasped. 'Oh my God!' He shouted 'Timan! Over here!' Now it was Amana's turn to gasp. How could she face Timan in her condition? He wouldn't want to marry her if he saw her like this. Timan moved towards Amana, and the two men looked at each other. Unknown to Amana it was not her face which showed Timan what had happened, it was the mixture of blood and semen dried onto her thigh. Timan's look at Sheel made it plain that if anyone was having this woman it was the Prince not his guard. Resentment on his face, Sheel headed for the pump. Timan looked down at the girl, barely recognising her. Her head drooped, hiding herself from him, but not disguising her exhaustion. Gently he lifted her head, forcing her to look at him. With difficulty he kept his face neutral as he looked at the mess in front of him. The short dress hid little and she had several purpling bruises. Her face was filthy, her blond hair matted. Sheel returned with a beaker of water and Amana took it gingerly, unused to such rough vessels. As Amana turned to take the drink her skirt lifted, and Timan saw her red butt. Sheel looked at Timan as his leader looked at the girl with a gleam in his eye. Then Sheel too noticed the wet patch where Amana had been sitting. Hurt or not, that girl had orgasmed very recently. Sheel smiled, knowing where this was likely to lead. ************** Timan was able to reassure Amana about her parent's safety. He and his men had been quick to answer the call for help sent by a messenger. The servants who had overrun the castle had little experience of fighting, and Timan's army had been able to retake the castle quickly. Amana was free to return to her parents, but that was not what Prince Timan and his guard had in mind. He would have to play this carefully, but was sure he would have her eating out of his hand in no time. He ran his eyes up and down the body of the scantily dressed princess, feigning disgust. 'I'm guessing you don't want your parents seeing you like that?' Amana nodded, horrified by the thought. 'Sheel, let the king and queen know Amana is safe. We'll take her back to my castle to help her recover in a more tranquil atmosphere. Minta will be able to find some nice clothes for her, and sort her out with a bed – and a bath.' 'Yes sir' Sheel agreed smartly. Timan led Amana outside, carefully calculating his next move. He decided on one of the classics. He had never been one of those princes who proudly rode the finest white stallion, but there was one in the group who did. 'I'll just get someone to saddle my horse' he told Amana, before approaching Gwynson. 'Mind swapping horses? I'll make it worth your while.' 'No problem Sire' Gwynson replied smartly. He was well aware of what his master was up to. 'Seventy, and it's yours' 'Fifty. Just for the rest of the day. You can ride mine' 'Deal sir!' Gwynson was well pleased. His white horse was good looking, but he knew Timan's was a more comfortable ride. Both men thought they had the best deal. 'I'm sorry but all the carriages appear to have been destroyed so all I can offer is a seat on my charger' Timan lied to Amana, putting on his best 'sorry' face. He was a fine actor. Amana looked a little unhappy. 'I'll put a blanket over the saddle for you to sit on.' Amana cheered up, to his delight. He knew the impact of turning up on a white charger to rescue a princess had on any red-blooded woman, especially one who was a real princess, even if she didn't look the part at the moment. By midnight, Amana was a changed woman. Her bottom hurt, though whether from the spanking or the horse ride she wasn't sure. Being rescued by a prince and riding away into the sunset wasn't neally as glamorous as she'd expected, although she had carefully hidden it from the Prince. Now she had bathed, and settled into a comfortable bed with a silk nightdress on, and her hair clean and brushed, she was starting to recover from her experience. She blew out the candle and stretched out on the bed, too tired to worry about her experiences during the day. ************* Breakfast in Timan's castle was more informal than Amana was used to. When she woke up Minta helped her dress and showed her where the food was laid out in a buffet. Amana helped herself, and without her mother there to correct her, soon had another helping. Minta had fed her a thick soup before putting her to bed, but that was a long time ago. Amana was starving. 'Can I join you?' Timan asked her, entering the room from behind her. 'Of course, this is your home.' Timan laughed. 'We need to talk about what happened to you.' To her surprise, Amana felt she should have been more upset by the events of the previous day than she was. She still wasn't certain what the men had been doing to her, but a few of them had made her feel warm and excited. The pain she had suffered when hit by the rough-handed dairyman had died away, but she still savoured the warm feeling his treatment induced. 'Why? It's over now, I'm safe.' 'Well if we're to have a life together I need to know something about your feelings. Don't worry; I won't tell anybody else, it'll just be between us. If you talk about it now, it won't bother you so much in the future.' Amana sighed, and Timan held his breath, much of his plan depended on her decision now. Amana pondered the decision. 'I guess you're right' she admitted, 'but let me eat breakfast first.' 'Eat all you like, Princess Amana, while you are here, my home is your home. Don't feel awkward; we'll just use this as an opportunity to get to know each other better.' His words encouraged Amana, and she ate another helping of breakfast before letting him lead her to a small study looking over the castle's impressive drawbridge. 'I have told everyone not to disturb us in here. Nothing you tell me goes outside this room.' Amana fidgeted a little, but he leant over, so his head was level with hers, and looked her in the eye. 'How did it feel when he slapped you?' Amana blinked, she hadn't expected that to be his first question. 'It hurt. I've never felt anything like it before' 'Did it make your cheeks warm?' 'Yes' 'How about the little spot between your thighs, did it get warm, and a little wet' Amana blinked at him. 'How did you know that? Yes it did, and I felt a very strange feeling.' 'A happy feeling?' 'Yes. In spite of the fact he was hurting me, I felt a strange kind of joy. What was it? ' 'It's called an orgasm. It comes when you are really enjoying yourself.' Amana looked doubtful. 'How come I enjoyed being hurt?' 'I know it sounds odd, but some people enjoy being hurt.' 'Do you?' 'No.' Amana looked disappointed at his blunt answer, and it took all of Timan's acting skill to hide his joyful reaction. She had accepted his words with far more ease than he had expected. He waited for a minute, letting her absorb her answer before firing his cannon shot: 'But I like to hurt people, and some enjoy it. Would you like me to hurt you, just a little, so you can try it? I'll stop if you don't like it.' Amana sat still for a minute, but not as long as he expected. 'Yes please.' Timan had sat on an armchair for their discussion. Now he moved to an upright chair so his lap was in the best position for slapping a woman. He risked ordering rather than asking. 'Come here. Put your sweet little mound against my leg.' Amana bent over him, and he felt the sweet perfume of an aroused woman. 'Princess, if I am to do this properly I need your bottom bare.' To Timan's surprise Amana pulled down her drawers instantly. He expected her to put herself back on his legs, but to his delighted surprise she shrugged out of the dress and its petticoats, and returned to her place on his knees, resting her bare body close to his now erect penis. 'Now ask me to hit you. Would you like ten slaps? Fewer?' 'Please slap me ten times, I want to see what it feels like. The dairyman only gave me four before you stopped him.' Timan tried to be stern, but it was not easy 'Keep still then, and I will show you how it feels.' The first slap landed hard. 'Ooh' she yelped. Timan lifted his hand, worried. 'Do you want me to stop?' 'No sir, I asked for ten. That is what you must give ...' She didn't finish the sentence as he landed the second blow, on the other cheek. Amana continued to lie on his lap as the noise of the last blow echoed across the room. He gently stroked her cheek, and she turned her head to suck on his fingers. As he helped her up she showed no signs of distress, and surprised him again by immediately stroking his penis through his silk trousers. He shivered in his seat. 'Sorry, did I hurt you?' She sounded worried, and he suddenly understood: she had no idea what had happened to her the previous day. Like most well brought up ladies of that time she had been kept ignorant of anything sexual. He smiled inwardly. It was going to be fun teaching her. 'No, it's nice. Do you want to do it again?' Amana put her hand back. Timan leant back to unbutton himself, and Amana took hold of him, moving her hands up and down. 'Harder!' He pushed her down trying to be gentle, but struggling. As her head came level, he shifted, holding her hair so he could put his cock in her mouth. Instinctively Amana sucked, and Timan struggled not to come in her mouth. That experience could wait for another day. Reluctantly he pulled himself away from her mouth. 'Did I hurt you?' he asked her. 'Yes, but it was nice' 'Stand in front of me so I can feel for myself' The princess stood, and Timor, with a fine show of caring, stroked her ass, then worked down to her pussy. As he had hoped, she was soaking wet. 'I need your help now' he told her. 'Stand with your legs on either side of me, and then lower yourself, gently. Amana did what she was told, and felt his cock between her legs. 'This is what the blacksmith did to me yesterday' she told him, as she lowered herself onto Timan. 'I won't hurt you' Timan moved himself until he was firmly inside her delicious pussy. He held her waist to keep her still as he tried to control his own movements. Her pussy began to massage his penis, and he heard her groan. 'Is this okay? It isn't hurting?' 'No, Prince Timan, this is fun. Are you going to do squirty things like the men did yesterday.' Before he had a chance to answer her, Timan lost control and came into her. He held her tight as they both came. 'That was lovely. Can we do it again?' Timan smiled at her enthusiasm. 'Later Princess, later.' Amana rose. 'Oh!' she looked at his cock sadly 'It's gone down' Prince Timan pulled her to him and kissed her soundly. To his surprise she pulled away in fear. 'What's the matter?' he asked, confused. 'Won't that put a baby in me?' After dealing with this girl Timan was getting so good that any acting troupe would not hesitate to employ him should he ever need a job. He struggled not to laugh, and just about managed it. 'Love, we're well past that. We had sex on the chair, this is just kissing. Do this for me and then we'll talk about sex.' She looked at him for a long moment then pushed her mouth towards his. At first she was hesitant, but Timan soon guided her into passion, and she moulded her body against his as they kissed. She felt his penis rise again, and moved towards it. Timan's amusement showed as he laughed aloud, reluctantly shifting away from her. 'We need to talk first' When they had dressed again, and had an informal lunch in the study, Timan did his best to explain rape, sex, kissing and BDSM. Amana listened carefully, realising how little she knew about these things. When Timan finished she kissed him again, more confident now she knew what it meant. After a minute she drew back. 'I like it' she purred before returning her lips to his. Timan didn't answer, just enjoyed the sensation. Timan and Amana had long been expected to marry, but until now he had thought her a vain stuck up prig. Now he was seeing her differently. In a strange way the horror of the rape had awakened her inner sensuality and allowed him the chance to show her what her body was capable of. He idly considered teaching her about blow jobs and masturbation, but decided to leave it until after the marriage. 'After dinner, I want to show you one more thing' he told her as he led her to her bedroom so Minta could help her prepare for the evening meal. He had intended to lead up to his other interest with a lot more circumspection after they were married, but now he was sure she would be receptive. Amana was intrigued by Timan's reactions after dinner. Up until now he had seemed so masterful, so confident, and sexy, so when he seemed a little jittery leading her to the cellar, it took her aback. What in the cellar made him so nervous? Timan led her to the cellar door, and unlocked it. The steps were difficult to negotiate in the fancy clothes she had borrowed for dinner, but with the help of his strong hand she made it to the bottom. Timan fished a bunch of keys from his jacket pocket and unlocked the heavy iron door. Amana inspected the room closely. It was dark, but as soon as Timan lit some wall sconces she could see the contents. Some she recognised from her father's torture chamber, many she didn't. The rack looked identical to her father's, as did the giant crosses used to hold men in a spread-eagle position. There were many masks around the wall, some metal with mouth pieces to surely silenced the wearer. Others were leather, and some of these did not have eye holes, so the wearer would be blindfolded. Castle Secrets Each of the walls had whips neatly held to them. There were small leather whips, and ones with several strings hanging from them. Her eye was drawn to the whip on the wall to one side. The light only dimly reached it, so she could not see it clearly but it was dark, probably pure black. At the handle it was as thick as her wrist, and over the seven or eight foot length of it, slimmed down to the width of a scribe's quill. Not giving a thought to Timan's presence, Amana pushed her hand to the wetness between her legs, understanding now what was happening to her. Standing behind her, in the shadows, Timan smiled. She had clearly figured out masturbation on her own. He said nothing as he watched her, just moved in to brush his hands across her waist as she came. She turned to him and kissed him. Each kiss they shared was improving her technique. She moulded her body against him tightly, and felt his cock rise again. Amana reached to touch it, but he held it away, not ready to have her take charge. Still overcome by the things in the room Amana stayed silent. Timan thought he was going to burst if she didn't say something soon. 'What do you think?' 'I used to lie on my father's rack and pretend I was being stretched. Please can we do it for real? I want to know how it feels.' 'Tomorrow. I have rules for the cellar. I only torture slaves, not nice young princesses, and I am a cruel master. You will have to stop being a princess for a while and become my slave' 'Can't we do it now?' The combination of her breathless voice and sexy pout nearly broke Timan's resolve. He forced himself to be stern. 'No. You will have to wait. Anticipation will build and make you more excited' 'Yes Master' she said, sullen. 'And I may have to punish you for that attitude' Amana visibly shuddered with excitement. She fluttered her eyebrows at him. 'Will you be a cruel master?' Timan was sure all the castle staff would hear his heartbeat. 'Very' 'Good' her firm answer made his heart leap. 'But I don't want to wait until tomorrow for my punishment' 'Come to the study in ten minutes and I will punish you for your impatience. Don't bring your pants!' 'Yes master, no master' Amana replied, a big smile on her face. In one day this woman's enjoyment of pain, and her easy acceptance of the things he liked to do, had hit Timan's heart as easily as his cock had hit her pussy. He needed her. An hour later Amana lay on her front in the bed. It had been difficult to distract Minta so that she could get out of her clothes and into her nightdress without exposing her bottom. Now she was free to enjoy the red pain from Timan's hand across her butt. Not ready to sleep she thought about the events of the last few days. She had once watched as her father's men tortured a prisoner on the rack, and had imagined being in his place. She had repeated the excitement later by creeping into the dungeon and lying in his place, pretending she was suffering as he had. Now Timan was going to do it for real. She was so excited she found it difficult to sleep. She had never expected to marry for love but she had fallen in love with Timan already, and even more in love with what he could do for her body, as well as her mind. Her parents may not have told her about sex, but she had naturally absorbed politics. She had been aware, even in her distress, of Timan had staging the 'rescuing on her on a white charger' just to torment her bottom, although she would never tell him so. It was during the ride that she had begun to fall slightly in love with him. Every time he slapped her, her love grew. ************* Amana woke to find a white card on the table: 'Slave - Don't get dressed, find Sheel in the study, and do what he tells you. Your Master.' Amana shivered at the coldness in the note – She knew Timan had deliberately done it to unnerve her, and it had succeeded. She felt herself moisten but resisted the urge to touch herself, instead hurrying to follow his orders. She crept through the castle to the room where Timan had changed her world the previous day. She recognised Sheel, but when they had been at her castle he had helped her, and been comforting. Now things were different. Now he was stern-faced and looked at her with disdain. 'Strip, slave.' For about half a minute Amana stared at him. She had never been naked in front of a servant before, and she instinctively took a step back. 'Now!' Sheel slammed a hand on the table, making her jump. She quickly unbuttoned her clothes and dropped them to the floor. Sheel ran his eyes up and down her body with appreciation, watching her tremble as she became aware of his regard. She stood still as he walked to a table and he heard a soft gasp she saw the whip he took from a drawer. 'That took far too long. Bend over the chair.' His voice had lost the sternness, but he was used to commanding troops, Amana couldn't help but obey. Although she had been excited by the big whip in Timan's cellar, the one Sheel was holding looked just as scary when she thought about what he was going to do with it. She screeched as the whip hit her back. Sheel waited until she stopped trembling then hit again, producing another screech from the girl. After the fourth stroke he put the whip away and unbuttoned his trousers. 'Kneel' After the day before, Amana knew exactly what he wanted, and stretched her mouth around his cock, licking him to hardness. She hadn't been aware of Timan's gentleness until she felt Sheel grab her hair, holding her in place and face fucking her until he came down her throat. As he came she fought for breath. 'Swallow!' he ordered. Amana swallowed his salty come, running her tongue round her lips to get the last drops. She hadn't done it to try to arouse him, but Sheel had trouble fastening his trousers over the bulge already growing there again. He was going to have to get her to the dungeon and ready for Timan quickly before he gave into his desires and took his leader's woman for himself. He turned away from her and headed for the door. 'Come!' he ordered. 'Yes Sir.' Amana used the title without thinking about it, and Sheel smiled, unseen. This girl was going to shape up fine, princess or slave. Too bad she would never be his. Not knowing that Timan and Sheel had cleared this part of the castle, Amana shook with dread as Sheel briskly led her, naked and ungroomed, to the cellar. The cellar was cold, and Amana's shaking was not all due to fear as Sheel led her to a row of cages. Without saying a word he held a cage door open, and Amana stepped inside, not sure how she felt about this imprisonment. Sheel locked the door and she heard the sound of his boot steps getting fainter as she was left alone. The stone floor was cold on her backside, and she was soon sorry to have had missed breakfast. Amana was not sure how she felt. Having secretly read some of her father's tomes dealing with torture techniques, she knew exactly what Timan was doing. She would be kept here for a while, knowing she was going to be tortured, and wondering when it would start, how much it would hurt, and how long she could stand it. She also wondered if Timan would make love to her again – that thought didn't come from the torture manuals. Her body felt the chill of the cellar and the cold of the stone on her backside as she sat in the cage. She had followed Timan's orders exactly, so her hair was uncombed and some of it hung down over her face, she was in a position only felt by the worst behaved castle servant, which was an odd thought. She knew she shouldn't let the tension affect her, but it did. With a sigh she settled down to wait. Amana waited, and waited, and waited. ************* In the guardroom Timan and Sheel had joined their troops in a relaxed and long lunch. They were at the ale barrel together and grinned at each other as Sheel filled the tankards. 'Dessert can wait another hour' Timan declared. 'I've never heard of a Princess Dessert before' Sheel chuckled. They moved closer to the fire and continued joking and laughing with the troops. Amana shivered as she waited. ************* With no way to know the time, Amana's wait seemed to go on forever. At long last Sheel appeared. He was now wearing his guard's uniform which had been designed to be intimidating, but far scarier was the heavy chain and collar he was carrying. He was again carrying the whip. Amana meekly allowed him to put the collar in place, and then lock it. No words were exchanged. Sheel knew how to intimidate a captive, and he had been ordered to treat her like any other prisoner. Amana knew talking to her captor would show weakness. Sheel sighed as she followed him through the cellar, admiring her calm acceptance of captivity, and her obedience. Again his trousers bulged. Sheel marched her to the rack, and stopped in front of a fearsome figure. The man was dressed like a classic executioner in leather trousers and mask. His tanned chest was oiled, causing his muscles to glisten in the candlelight. Amana hoped it was Timan under there, but couldn't tell as Sheel pushed her to her knees in front of the figure, and forced her head to bend in a bow. When he released her she held her position, effectively giving herself to anything this man wanted to do to her, whether or not it was Timan. To her surprise, in spite of the fear and the cold, she felt her pussy moisten a little. Timan left her in place for a few minutes, admiring the unkempt slave before him, seeing the whip marks on her back. She looked so different to the confident woman he had enjoyed the day before that he had difficulty reconciling the two, but he was pleased she had followed his orders exactly and was now ready to accept her punishment. 'Slave, will you marry Prince Timan?' Amana was relieved to hear Timan's voice, but continued in her role. She shook her head, refusing. Her heart said 'yes' but her body wanted the punishment. She was going to make Timan work for her agreement. Timan gestured to Sheel who pulled Amana up, quite roughly. Still in intimidating silence he pushed her to the rack and pulled her until her back was to it. She broke the silence with a gasp as the lash marks on her back hit the wood, but he ignored it and secured her hands and legs in the manacles before removing the collar. He stood back. His job was done. Timan gestured and Sheel walked away. He understood Timan's reasons, but Sheel would have loved to stay and watch the start of her torment. He walked slowly, and soon heard a gasp as Timan turned the wheel of the rack and Amana had her first feel of the rack's power. Timan turned the wheel twice more then asked his question again. Amana felt herself held immobile, and her arms were stretched at an unnatural angle, but there was no pain as yet, although she knew it would come later. 'No! You will have to hurt me much more than that to make me submit to your wishes' Amana said playing her part with melodrama. 'I like a challenge' Timan used the stern voice he often used when torturing captives. An activity he indulged in far more than was necessary, both with prisoners and with his own slaves. He turned the wheel several more times before she showed any sign of her pain, screwing her face up. 'Will you do it now, miserable slave?' Amana just shook her head. Timan turned it twice more. 'Well, slave?' Amana tried to hide the weakness in her voice, as she discovered why so many victims gave in when tortured on the rack. Now it felt like she was being pulled apart. 'Yes, yes, I'll marry him.' She paused for a second to steady herself. 'Don't I need to be with child to marry you?' Timan took off his mask, playtime was over. 'I explained it to you yesterday.' 'Are you absolutely, positively, completely sure? Perhaps you should tighten this a little more so I cannot get away and see if you can get one in there.' Timan grinned, and gave the wheel a half turn, causing Amana to scream. 'I don't know, perhaps you are right' He pulled off his trousers and did just what they both wanted. Afterwards he loosened the wheel, but left her lying contentedly on the rack, still held in place. Too spent to do anything else he lay on the rack too, resting his head on her naked breasts, stroking them gently. 'Husband-to-be, is this slave allowed to make a request?' Timan tried his best to sound stern, but it was difficult in this position. 'Yes, slave, I will listen to your request.' 'When we are married I want to be your slave as often as possible. I know I will have to dress up for formal occasions, and to let my face be known in the castle, but the rest of the time will you lock me up and torture me?' Timan lifted himself to rest on one elbow. 'I think that could be arranged, if it is what you truly want.' He yawned 'Now rest, we will have to look presentable for dinner.' While Timan dressed he summoned Sheel. 'How'd you like a new job?' Sheel looked puzzled. 'I like my job.' 'You'll like this more.' 'What do you want me to do?' 'Personal bodyguard. Part of your duties will be helping me torture my new slave.' 'The Princess?' 'Yep! We're engaged – as soon as I tell her parents.' 'I hate my job. Personal bodyguard sounds much better.' The two headed for dinner, arms linked like brothers. ********* Amana returned home the next day, and was persuaded to watch over servants working on repairs. Some of the time, when her parents weren't watching, she helped with the more menial tasks, such as shovelling the cow dung used to rebuild to repair damaged walls. The unaccustomed effort made her body ache, but she enjoyed feeling like one of the castle's slaves, if only for a few minutes. She waited impatiently for Timan's appearance a week later. Her parents were a little surprised by his haste but bowed to Amana's wishes and rushed the wedding plans as quickly as possible. Three weeks later Amana received a thorough whipping for her wedding present. Prince Timan watched with apparent detachment as Sheel gave her six strokes with the big black whip, then kissed her soundly before leaving Sheel to lock her up for the night. 'Do everything Sheel tells you' Timan ordered. As his slave she must be accustomed to obeying his orders, whether she liked them or not. Before locking her up, Sheel saw moisture drip from her pussy. 'You promised to obey your husband. Yes?' Amana looked at him, eyes wide and nodded. 'And he told you to obey me?' Amana had already learnt to fear Sheel when he was in full dominant mode. She was scared of what he might do to her. Sheel led her to the rack, and secured her as her husband had done weeks before. The marks on her back from the leash were red and burning, making it difficult for Amana to stretch out. They rubbed against the rough wood as Sheel turned the wheel. Only two turns, but she found she was held spread eagled, open to his gaze. Sheel kept his eyes cold as he ran them up and down her body, making sure she noticed when he paused with his eyes on her pussy. He reached down and felt the wonderful wetness there. If Timan hadn't ordered him to do this, Sheel would have been tempted anyway. He leaned over the rack and kissed his princess long and passionately, eventually feeling her respond and thrust her pelvis at him. Prolonging the kiss he undid his trousers with one hand, letting them drop onto the floor. Then he plunged deeply into her. He felt the princess groan as he spent himself in her, then she quivered too. They both relaxed, panting. From a spot in the shadows, across the dungeon, Prince Timan watched, smiling to himself. He had been aware of Sheel's attraction to his wife right from the beginning. Now she was 'officially' Timan's slave he had no compunction about using her to secure his guard's loyalty. Sheel was a loyal servant, and had a great knack for erotic torture. They had worked with women in the past, but none as wonderfully pliant as this new bride. He looked forward to the times they would all spend together in the future. ************* Ten years later young crown prince Grimil watched as his mother and father left the castle. His godmother held his hand in case he was upset, but although he didn't like to admit it, he had never been close to his parents, having been brought up more by his godmother and her family as his father worked on affairs of state. He didn't know what his mother did all day, but lately he had barely seen her around the castle. He was considered old enough now to have a say in running the country while they were gone, under the tutorship of Councillor Jin. He didn't mind. He liked Jin who never made him feel left out, and who played games with him when there was no business to do. His parents were off to visit the king of Summanita. Unusually, only his father's personal guard, Sheel, was going with them rather than a full troop of his guards. Mother had on the beautiful, distinctive dress which had become something of a trade mark over the last few months. It was her favourite, and she wore it at any time she wanted to look her best. He waved them goodbye casually, and then he and Jin moved into the guard room to play cards. ************* Sheel's arrow killed the deer cleanly, and the other two watched him carefully disembowel it. Amana cheerfully submitted as Timan lifted her hands above her head with one hand, loosening the clasps in her hair with the other. Sheel roughly tore her dress and dipped it in the deer's blood. This was the only part of their plan she didn't like – she loved that dress, but the fact that its pattern made it instantly recognisable to anyone who knew her made it ideal for this deception. Sheel left the remains of the dress to soak up the blood and lifted her feet to remove her shoes and stockings, leaving her naked. The large sack slung over his saddle yielded rope, and she was soon bound and gagged. Sheel slapped her lightly, a friendly gesture, not a threat. 'There we are milady' he said, pulling the heavy sack over her head and securing it. They both knew it was the last time he would treat her as a princess. Now she was merely a captured slave. Timan stripped off his trousers, and handed them to Sheel, removing another pair from under his saddle. Sheel had already removed an old tunic from his bag and together they tore the garments roughly and soaked them in blood from the deer. With the sack containing her tied onto Timan's horse, Amana heard the two men move away, and hoped Timan's assurance that the horse would wait patiently was correct. They were well hidden in the woods, but if the horse decided to wander and she was found, none of this would be easy to explain. 'Through here' Sheel whispered quietly. They watched the bear and her cubs playing outside the den for a few minutes before placing the bloody clothing not too far away. 'That should convince anyone who finds it about our sticky end. How does it feel to be a commoner?' Timan grinned. 'Good, I can use my prisoner however I want, without the need to appear in public. You sure this dungeon is secluded enough?' Sheel shrugged 'I've told you so every time you've asked me.' 'Come on then. I've a slave to torture.' 'It's only half an hour's ride from here. But we could go quite a long way round to make sure the slave is convinced of her captivity, and remembers that from now on she is merely your slave.' 'I like your thinking.' The two men returned to their horses and mounted. Timan slapped the bundle in front of him hard and heard a yelp. Both men laughed, and their slave sighed happily as they rode off into the sunset. All three looked forward to Amana's torment in the future. Castle Secrets ************* Note: This takes place in the magical BDSM world where nobody ever gets seriously injured and whip marks disappear quickly, and pregnancy only happens to those who want it. Real life isn't always like that – don't take chances. Don't go raping any princesses either.