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Dear Madam Candida,

Keep up your good work in the creation of your excellent magazine

Madame in a World of Fantasy. I am always eagerly waiting for each

new issue and the fascinating stories contained within it. I am

glad that it appears you liked the last story I sent you and have

tried hard to produce another exciting story. I have many other

ideas on how this story could develop and am considering producing

a second part to the story. I hope you find this story interesting

and fit for publication in your wonderful magazine. Please let me

know if you would like me to continue with part 2 of the adventure.

Your humble slave,

AWT

Suffolk

                        CASTLE OF ADVENTURE

I used to be an ambitious senior investment advisor for a large

insurance firm and earned a very handsome salary. This allowed me

to live the good life which I did to the full not wanting to waste

a moment of pleasure. My wife was a startling blonde with a fulsome

figure and she had an extrovert and vivacious character. She was

always the centre of attention at any party and had men fighting to

get close to her. Even the women would scramble for a chance to

share some stimulating conversation with her. We had first been

introduced at a cocktail party with the board of directors and I

instantly fell in love with her. I tingled with pleasure every time

she was near me or looked at me. I remember how exhilarated I was

when she reciprocated and made sensual advances towards me with her

deep blue eyes. We were the perfect couple, or so I thought, and I

made sure she had all that she could want. After about six months

we had been married and spent a wonderful honeymoon in the Bahamas

for a month.

When we returned home I had to return to work feeling a little sad

that reality would soon set in again. Brushing aside my feelings I

entered my office in my normal brusque manner to let my staff know

that I had returned. I was greeted by the normal banter but was

concerned when I noticed a worried look on my secretaries face. I

called her into my office and asked her what was wrong as I closed

the door. She nervously explained that a major recommendation that

I had made before leaving had gone sour. The managing director was

extremely annoyed and had tried without success to contact me for

the last 3 weeks to prevent the company's shares from dropping. I

thanked her for warning me and ushered her out as I contemplated my

best course of action. I decided that aggression would be my best

defence and may even give me a chance for promotion to the board.

Unfortunately, my honeymoon had made my judgement very poor and I

was dismissed on the spot for total incompetence. I was numb with

shock as I left the building in a state of disbelief. I comforted

myself by thinking,

     "At least I still have my wonderful wife and I will soon get

another post with my reputation behind me."

Full of trepidation I spent the hour long journey home considering

how I would break the news to Tessa. Nothing I could have imaged

would have saved me in her eyes. As I broke the news to her gently

I saw her face change, firstly a look of shock and then her lips

went firm with anger. Finally her face looked ashamed as she

retorted,

     "How could you be so stupid. We've only just got married and

you've failed me by loosing your position. I wont be able to show

my face at the horse club tomorrow. How could you do this to me."

I was flabbergasted by her reaction. I had never seen her in this

mood and as she continued she started to get vindictive and make me

feel very small. Still in a state of bewilderment from my

experience I couldn't believe how she had reacted. I tried hard to

calm her explaining how easy it would be to get another prestigious

post somewhere. But my efforts were rebuffed as she coldly

continued,

     "You had better or you will suffer, be sure of that. How could

you humiliate me so badly."  She then turned and left me to ponder

my fortune feeling totally rejected. Why did she feel so bad when

it was me who had to suffer the pain of being fired.

My fortune didn't change for the better. My reputation had been

severely tarnished and all my best contacts distanced themselves

from me very quickly. Overwhelming swaths of despair flooded

through me as it became apparent that I wouldn't easily return to a

position of great stature. Tessa didn't show me any sympathy. Quite

the reverse, she began to taunt me at every opportunity and degrade

me if she could. She was greatly disappointed with me and it

started to appear to me that she hadn't ever really loved me.  I

tried to convince her to cut back on spending but her reaction had

been,

     "Why should I suffer for your failure. I like my life as it is

and don't intend to let a miserable flop like you spoil my fun. If

I were you I would work out how you will cover my AMEX expenses

which you are personally liable for."

     "Please my darling," I pleaded back, "show a little restraint

until I can get things straight again. I've already  been summoned

for the outstanding loans. Any more defaults by me and I could land

in prison. You wouldn't want that would you?"

To my astonishment she just stared heartlessly back at me before

her face grimaced a little and then she said,

     "Don't be so pathetic. Do you expect me to bail you out of

this predicament?"

She then stood there eyeing me up and down with her head tilted to

one side and started to smile a little. She licked her lips as my

back shivered with anticipation and what she was thinking. Finally

the silence was broken as she calmly uttered,"

     "Ha, Ha, you worthless wimp, do you realise your worth more to

me dead."

Casually she leant against the wall and observed my distress as she

waited for me to respond. I was lost for words and just stood

gaping at her beautiful figure asking myself what I had done to

deserve this. When Tessa realised I was going to keep my silence

she turned and walked away calling out over her shoulder,

     "I'm going to get ready, the ladies will be round for the

cheese and wine morning in an hour. Make yourself scarce unless you

want to play the part of my butler." The clacking of her heals

coupled with her laughter brought me to tears as she continued to

walk away. Then she stopped abruptly and turned to look at me

again. Her face now held a sadistic glee and her eyes sparkled as

she said,

     "Better still you could dress up as my maid, HA, HA, Ha. That

would suit you better don't you think?" She didn't wait for a reply

but just left me to wallow in self pity as a tear of despair rolled

down my cheek. She seemed to be really enjoying my suffering. I

didn't want to become the brunt of her, and her friends, taunts for

the morning, so I hurriedly left the house once more in search of a

job.

Not surprisingly I had no luck in my job search and started to feel

totally rejected. I didn't want to return to the house so I went

for a drink in the nearest pub. My heart sank after I had ordered a

pint of lager as I realised that I didn't have enough to pay for

it. Embarrassed from head to toe I meekly tried to explain my

predicament to the barmaid. She was furious and snatched the money

from my hand and then passed the lager to another guy sitting next

to me saying,

     "Here, complements of the house" and she then turned to sneer

at me.

     "Hey, I gave you some money, where's my drink" I spluttered in

a desperate state. She looked down at me and started to smirk as

she bent down giving me a tempting view of her cleavage. She was

now laughing as she stood up holding the slop tray. She then

continued to empty it's contents into a dirty glass that was

waiting to be washed on the bar. Her body shivered with pleasure as

she put the glass in front of me and said,

     "Here, enjoy your drink, Ha, Ha, Ha."

I stared at the pint glass in total disbelief and then at the

mocking face of the barmaid who was now standing with her hands on

her hips. Several of the people around the bar had noticed what was

happening and watched me with interest. I could here tittering all

around me as I uttered, "you can't expect me to take that."

     "Oops sorry," she answered in mock concern and picked up a

dirty cocktail glass and tipped it over my glass. To my horror a

cherry stone fell out and sunk to the bottom of the glass. "I

nearly forgot your cherry, Ha, Ha, Ha."

There were now loud sniggers from all around me as she pushed the

glass towards me. Totally humiliated I turned and left the bar as

quickly as I could wishing the ground would swallow me. I felt as

though the whole world had turned against me.

When I got outside I glanced at my watch to see it was now 2:30 and

decided that it would be safe to return home. Finally I walked up

our drive and with some relief opened the front door. I was now

very hungry and thirsty. As I closed the door Tessa called out,

     "Is that you Trevor?"

     "Yes," I replied wondering what ridicule she would lavish over

me.

     "Did you find a job?" she asked.

I walked to the lounge door and looked at her laying on the sofa

reading Vogue and with tears in my eyes replied,

     "Not yet my dear," hoping she would be more understanding of

my position. She didn't even look up at me but just sighed,

     "Useless flop, you really are a hindrance to me."

     "I am trying," I said vainly.

     "Yes very," she retorted, "go to the kitchen and make yourself

useful."

The kitchen was full of dirty plates covered with half eaten food

and glasses of all types smeared with lipstick. Tessa had obviously

had a good cheese and wine morning. I thought if I cleared the mess

away I might regain some respect from Tessa and so started the

arduous job. Feeling famished, I picked at the left overs and had a

glass of water as I started my chore. I then heard Tessa go

upstairs. It took me a full two hours to clear up all of the mess

after which I went upstairs to see what Tessa was doing. I entered

our bedroom and my heart missed a beat. Tessa had put on her

leather mini skirt, opaque black tights and her figure hugging silk

top. She was a vision of beauty as she was brushing her hair whilst

looking in the mirror.

     "Wow you look fantastic," I whispered full of awe. She turned

round to me and said, "But of course. Now pass me my shoes," and

she pointed at her 6 inch stiletto shoes in the corner of the room.

In a state of expectation I meekly obeyed her request and asked,

     "Where are we going?"

She just laughed as I went to put her shoes on and said,

     "I'm going out for some fun."

     "But what about me," I murmured carefully easing her left shoe

on trembling at the feel of her delicate calf.

     "You can wash the things in my wash basket," she said in a

matter of fact way. "They all need to be hand washed so you

shouldn't get bored".

     "You can't be serious," I shouted at her which made her smile.

She stood up and smoothed her mini skirt as she looked down at me

grovelling on the floor. She then put her hand on the top of my

head and mocked me further as she said,

     "Until you get a job I won't be seen with you. However, in the

mean time you can earn your keep as my skivvy". She then walked to

the door and just before she left turned to me and said,

     "Don't wait up for me"

I could hear her laughing as she made her way downstairs and

slammed the door behind her.

It was only 6:30 in the evening as I lifted the top of her linen

basket. How could she do this I asked myself as a fragrance of

stale sweat crept out of the basket. I looked down to see a mass of

soiled tights and stained panties. I couldn't believe how full the

basket was as I sunk my hand in to pull out the first stinking

garments to wash. The tights had obviously been worn for a few days

as the soles were shinny. A while later I realised that she had

probably planned the whole thing and that the tights and panties

were from her friends at the coffee morning. I slaved away for four

hours carefully cleansing each of the delicate garments hoping that

Tessa would appreciate my efforts and start to show me some

sympathy.  By the time that I had finished my task each radiator in

the house and the clothes horse was covered in intimate garments

slowly drying. I felt exhausted and went to bed at 10:30 eagerly

awaiting Tessa's return. For a while I managed to forget my

predicament and consoled myself with the vision of beauty Tessa had

presented before she left. I lay in bed felling totally aroused

anticipating Tessa's return. Each time a car approached the house,

my heart started to thump with expectation, but alas none of them

stopped. After what seemed an eternity I looked at the clock to see

it was 12:30. The next thing I knew was being awaked by the bedroom

light. Tessa had returned at 1:30 and was stripping in font of me.

She kicked her shoes off gasping with relief and then struggled to

pull her tights down saying,

     "What a night, I'm totally exhausted." as she freed her feet

of the foul smelling hosiery. She dropped the tights on my head and

the scented foot section draped across my nose making me gag at the

stench as she laughed, "Another pair for you to clean."

Before I had chance to remove the garment from my face she dropped

her damp panties on top of them. As I coughed she removed her top

and slipped into the bed. Moments later she turned the light off

and went to sleep. This left me full of anger and unable to sleep

as I listed to her relaxed and gentle breathing. As I lay awake

peering into the darkness I vowed to change things the next day.

When Tessa woke in the morning I pleaded for her to show me some

compassion and said that I was trying my best. She sat up in bed

and looked down at me and said,

     "Poor thing, I have been cruel to you haven't I?"

     "Yes," I replied, "But I suppose I deserved it for letting you

down" I then paused for a while before adding "I do love you and

I'm sure we will soon be OK again."

She sniggered at my last remark and ran her hand over my chest as

she said,

     "You're right, all our problems will soon be solved."

I was overwhelmed by the fact that she had returned to normal and

went to kiss her. Immediately she rolled on top of me and we made

passionate love more ferociously than ever before. After several

minutes we recovered and Tessa whispered into my ear,

     "Let's go away for the day."

     "Great idea," I replied, "where shall we go?"

     "A surprise of a lifetime," Tessa said in a seductive tone.

She jumped out of bed and pulled her tights on from the night

before without any panties. I was staring in amazement as she

smoothed the nylon material over her buttocks and said,

     "These are for your little treat later on."

My erection was back and I trembled with the thought of things to

come as she continued by pulled on a tight lycra top and wiggled

back into her min skirt. Not wanting to miss the opportunity I

quickly got dressed myself before Tessa changed her mind. She

forced her feet into her high healed shoes and we left for a day of

fun. To my surprise, Tessa drove telling me that she was going to

give me a day to remember. Wondering what she could possible have

in mind I relaxed thinking about the sight of her buttocks through

the sheer black nylon of her tights.

After about an hours drive we were in the middle of a large

woodland area when Tessa turned off the main road onto a narrow

lane. She turned to me smiling and said

     "Almost there darling, this should be so much fun."

     "Where are we?" I asked full of anticipation. She just put her

hand on my thigh and said,

     "Patience dear, I've waited a long time for this and you'll

have plenty of time to find out and savour the delights" as we

continued up the lane. A few minutes later we were confronted with

the sight of a small but foreboding castle. I noticed a warning

message as we entered the main gate but didn't' have time to read

it properly.

     "Do you know where we are?" I asked nervously as a sense of

danger was seeping into me. She just laughed,

     "Ha, Ha, of course I do. This is the castle of no mercy. It's

a sanctuary for certain privileged women."

     "But what was that warning for?" I asked wondering what was

going on. Tessa's eyes were sparkling and she was obviously excited

as she turned to me and said,

     "Oh, don't worry about that. I've got permission to come here.

Don't you think it will be fun to spend the day in our private

castle?" The thought was erotic and I imagined the fun we could

have in the master four poster bed. Feeling relaxed again I rubbed

my hand along Tessa's thigh and replied,

     "Wow yes but it would be better if we had servants to pamper

us," with a touch of mischief in my voice. Tessa brought the car to

a halt as she put her hand on mine and lifted it to her breast.

     "I'm glad you're getting into the spirit of things," Tessa

said, "it'll make it so much fun and you never know, I might find a

servant in there." With that remark she turned and got out of the

car. I joined her and we made a crunching sound on the gravel as we

walked toward the draw bridge. Tessa stopped half way across the

bridge to look down into the moat. I joined her and she idly said,

     "It must have been very difficult to break into here during

the middle ages."

     "Yes," I agreed, "I wouldn't have liked to try and get past

this lot." With that remark Tessa started to laugh evily and said,

"My poor dear." I was left puzzling over her expression as she

continued across the bridge into the castle. She made for the main

building and I followed her feeling a little scared. There was

nobody about to collect money or visiting the castle except us. I

caught up with Tessa at the main door and she was about to turn the

large iron handle.

     "Wait," I said, "are you sure we should be here?"

     "Ha, Ha, Ha," Tessa replied, "at long last I am allowed in

here because you are with me."

     "What do you mean?", I asked as she pushed open the door and

entered. Her high heels clacked on the stone floor echoing in the

large entrance. She span round on her heal and looked me in the eye

and said,

     "You'll know all in a short while. I've been trying to get

permission to come here for the last 5 years, ever since I heard

about it. Now stop worrying, I can assure you I'll be well looked

after here." She then kissed me full in the mouth and ran her hand

across my crotch. My manhood jumped to life and my pulse started to

race. I felt a bit more relaxed and started to look forward to our

tour.

     "Let's start down here" Tessa said as she made her way to a

large stone stair case leading downwards. Feeling more in the swing

of things I eagerly replied,

     "Ooh, the dungeons, great I like to start at the bottom."

Tessa giggled as she ran down the steps and I hurried to catch her

full of expectation. We entered a dimly lit room which had a stale,

damp sort of smell. It was very eerie with the only light entering

the room from the stair case we had just come down. "Try to find a

light switch." Tessa said. I didn't need any further encouragement

and was soon feeling my way around the walls which were very cold.

Suddenly there was a click and a row of dim light bulbs down the

centre of the high ceiling began to glow. I turned to see Tessa

with one hand on her hip saying,

     "That's better." She then gasped and said, "Wow it's better

than I thought."

I looked around the room to see it was full of a variety of torture

instruments and contraptions. Tessa wasted no time in walking

around inspecting each item. A shiver went down my back as I

imagined what it must have been like to be trapped down here at the

mercy of some tyrant.

     "I'm glad we're only here as visitors," I joked to Tessa who

was looking at a pillory with some interest. She just laughed and

said,

     "Come here and let me take your photo."

I walked over to her and said,

     "What, do you really want a photo of this place?"

     "Yes, it would make an amusing picture in our album." She then

pondered for a moment and said, "put your head in there and pretend

to be trapped, it would be good for a laugh later on."

     "It would wouldn't it," I giggled back and walked over to the

pillory. I bent to put my head and wrists into the cross beam and

Tessa struggled to lower a heavy top beam across me. When it was in

place it pushed hard on the back of my head and was very

uncomfortable. I was forced to look downwards at the floor and

Tessa's elegant legs as I said,

     "This really is uncomfortable, my back is already aching. I

don't know how people could have stood this for days on end." I

then heard a click followed by Tessa's full hearted laughter. She

stood back and said,

     "You stupid oaf, I haven't even got a camera with me." With

panic I strained to lift my head to look at Tessa who was now

rummaging in her bag. I tried to push the top beam up with all my

strength but it wouldn't move.

     "What's going on?" I called out. Tessa just smiled and pulled

a short leather strip out of her bag as she walked back towards me.

Pain seared through my scalp as she pulled my hair forcing my head

back as far as she could. Then in a swift, almost practised

movement, she attached the strap to a hook to the left of my head.

     "Don't struggle my dear," she calmly said, "I locked the

pillory and you can't escape, you'll only hurt yourself." Filled

with anger I felt her pull the strap tight across my forehead

before finally attaching it to another hook to my right. I was then

forced to keep my head in that awkward position looking forwards.

     "What do you think you are doing?" I screamed.

Tessa rummaged about in her bag again and pulled out 2 pieces of

paper. She unfolded the first piece and held it in front of me so

that I could read it. To my horror I soon realised that it was my

death certificate. Tessa was obviously enjoying my dismay as she

said,

     "Thanks my dear, the house is all mine now and you're

insurance means I won't have to work again." Tears of despair

dribbled down my cheeks as I was numb with shock and disbelief when

Tessa held the second piece of paper in front of me to read.

           This is to certify that Tessa Adams is a life

           long member of the Sisters of Torment. She is

          hereby given full right of access to the castle

            of pain and all of it's facilities whenever

                             desired.

                                

           Payment of one male subject formally known as

            Trevor Adams has been gratefully received.

                                

Tessa was gloating as she said,

     "I've been pleading with Mary to let me in here for years but

she refused until I had paid the entrance requirements. That's one

male subject with no ties, no chance of being traced and preferably

not a masochist. So you see my dear I couldn't wait to marry you

and get you here."

My whole world was crashing in on me as the full implications of

Tessa's words bellowed into my mind. I couldn't think straight as

she remorselessly continued, savouring my suffering.

     "There are about 150 women in the sisterhood and I'm sure you

will get to know them all, and their individual specialisms, in

time. Most of the men have long expired but the women's membership

doesn't lapse over a small thing like that. I hope you manage to

last for a while here as it will give me so much pleasure picturing

your useless struggles for freedom. I will be back to visit as

often as I can. I can't wait to try out some of these gadgets on

you."

She then moved to the end of the pillory and started to wind a

handle which lowered the cross beam forcing me to bend even lower

as she continued to torment me,

     "I'm very pleased and grateful for what you have given me by

allowing yourself to be donated to the sister hood. You couldn't

possibly know how much pleasure I will get from here." She stopped

turning the handle when my head was at about her waist height and

went to stand in front of me.

     "OK, the games up", I shouted, "I'm scared, now let me free

and we can joke about this over a glass of wine in the local pub."

I was desperate for escape and hoped she was just tormenting me. My

back was aching as I was forced to bend double.

     "Ha, Ha, Ha, my poor Trevor," Tessa taunted me, "You'll never

leave here unless you escape you're bondage, scale the wall and

cross the moat, Ha, Ha, Ha." She then hitched her mini skirt up as

she said, "Now time for you're first treat, I told you these tights

were for your benefit." She then bent forward a little and I was

faced with a view of her buttocks through the sheer nylon material.

She started to edge back to me and laughed as she said,

     "You like to start at the bottom don't you." Before I had

chance to say anything she forced my face between her cheeks with

the damp nylon of her tights straining over my nose. I couldn't

breath as she rested on me for what seemed ages. Just as I was

about to pass out when she edged forward a little and I gulped at

the fetid air between her cheeks.

     "Ah that's very soothing" Tessa cooed and then without warning

she let a long and pungent fart loose. I began to cough and was

nearly sick as I heard her titter and say,

     "Oops sorry"

She then forced me sniff her ass for about an hour, occasionally

pinching my nose with her buttocks, before she turned round and

ground her fanny into my face. She was obviously enjoying herself

as she slowly gyrated her hips saying,

     "I Hope you are enjoying this," Tessa said, "as I'm only doing

this to please you." I was doing my best to ignore her but her

tights smelt of stale urine where she had clearly not bothered to

dry herself before pulling her tights up.

     "Tessa, please release me and we can make love for hours.

Please let me free, your tights smell and my neck and back are

killing me." I pleaded with her.

     "Well you had better suck and lick them clean and then I will

think about releasing you," Tessa replied trying to stifle her

laughter. She stood still waiting for me to start. I had no choice,

I thought if I played along with her evil game she would free me

and we could leave. So I struggled to lick her tights and suck on

the nylon material but they tasted foul and soon made my tongue

sore. My actions were pleasing Tessa who was now moaning with

pleasure. After about half an hour I could hardly move my tongue

any more and Tessa sensed my fatigue.

     "Given up already, that'll never do," she said before she

rubbed herself hard against my nose until she brought herself to a

ferocious orgasm. She collapsed on top of me and relaxed for a

while with my face still forced into her damp crotch. When she

finally regained her composure she peeled her tights off and draped

them over the top of the pillory. Then with impish laughter she

carefully positioned the foul smelling foot sections over my nose.

While she was struggling to force her feet back into her shoes. she

pinched my nose and said,

     "I'll have to leave now as I have an initiation dinner with

the rest of the girls, and a special guest, upstairs in the main

dinning hall. Pity you couldn't clean my tights properly, I'll have

to leave you here now to consider how you could do better next

time. If you want you can suck my toe sections clean whilst I'm

eating upstairs."

She then walked over to the light switch and turned the lights of

before staring to ascend the stairs. Just before she left she

called back to me,

     "Don't go away dear, Ha Ha Ha". I then heard her high heals

clacking on the stair case mingled with her laughter as I struggled

to get free. The fragrance from her filthy tights was overpowering

as I attempted to find a comfortable position in my cramped

pillory. I was in agony as I waited in the darkness for her return.

I thought I would pass out with the aching in my back when at long

last I heard Tessa coming back down the stairs and I called out,

     "Come on Tessa, I can't stand this any more. Let me free and

we can leave."

My reply was the merry laughter of a woman, or was it two. I

started to panic and tried to turn my head vainly as I heard the

clacking of high heels reach the bottom of the stairs. Moments

later the lights were turned back on and the laughter grew louder.

     "Ha, Ha, Ha, So that's where Tessa left her tights," a strange

voice boomed out at me followed by another,

     "She's too kind to him, look he hasn't even got any clamps

on."

     "Never, mind she'll have plenty of fun learning," the first

voice echoed ominously in the room. I was now trembling with fear

as their arrogant footsteps grew closer too me. Someone grabbed the

belt of my trousers and started to undo them. I twisted to try and

stop her, kicked out furiously, and shouted,

     "Hey, who are you, what do you think you're doing?"

Whack, she hit my arse with an almighty blow, followed by another

and a third. Tears freely ran down my cheeks as the woman calmly

answered,

     "Carla's my name, but you will always address me, or any other

woman here, as mistress."

     "And I'm Ingrid. We're her to see that you settle in to your

new existence. Tessa has been telling us all about you and how much

you have looked forward to joining us here. We'll try and keep you

as unhappy and miserable as possible."

     "It's not true, It's not true, I've been tricked into coming

here." I bellowed at the women who were now pulling my trousers

down. "Please let me free this is all a big mistake."

I then had the humiliation of my pants being pulled down to my

ankles so I couldn't kick any more unless I managed to jump.

Feeling totally frustrated at my position Carla said,

     "But if we let you free Tessa would have to leave the club and

you wouldn't want that would you?"

     "Tough bloody shit," I shouted back at her.

This made them both laugh before they slapped my balls many times.

     "Don't be such an idiot Trevor you know you only reason for

living is to please Tessa," Ingrid said as she cupped her hands

around my balls and laughed. "Phew, don't think this worm could

have ever pleased her much though. I think we should try and grow

it a bit before the game of marble tossing, Ha, Ha, Ha." She paused

a while and then added, "Pass me the suction tube."

     "Here you are," Carla answered with a snigger and I then felt

my manhood being forced into some form of tube. I tried to pull

away from my tormentresses eager hands but had no choice but to let

her continue as I felt it being pulled tighter. It felt as though

she was pulling on draw strings around my balls and then finally

she wrapped a leather strap about my waist locking it to the other

side of the constraining device. Beads of sweat leapt out of my

body as I heard a pumping sound and then felt suction on my prick

which soon began to ache. They were both pleased with themselves as

Ingrid whacked my bum and said,

     "Wow it looks all puffy already, does this thing really work?"

     "Of course not," Carla answered, "it's just very uncomfortable

for the wearer, Ha, Ha, Ha." With the last remark they both started

laughing gaily as my suffering grew further.

     "Leave me alone you Bitches," I shouted, "Just let me go, I

haven't done anything to harm you." this just made them laugh all

the more before they let several more hard slaps fall on my naked

bum and Carla struggled to say,

     "Call us Mistress you snivelling prisoner."

"Oh what can I do" I screamed to myself as I heard them walking

round the pillory. At long last they stood in front of me. I gasped

at the vision of beauty they presented. Although my view was

obscured my wife's soiled tights I could make out their magnificent

figures. They were dressed in a skin tight black PVC type leotard,

with tights and thigh length leather boots. They both had jet black

hair immaculately cut in a fine bob style. They stood still with

their hands on their hips watching me in my pitiful states before

Ingrid broke the silence,

     "He must like the smell of his wife's feet, look he hasn't

even attempted to suck the filth out of them."

     "It will be nice to have a foot fetish in the castle for a

while" giggled Carla as she studied my distressed face inhaling the

scent from the reinforced toe sections. She then said,

     "Come on let's get him set up, we don't want to miss the party

tonight."

     "OK," replied Ingrid as she picked up a small card and walked

towards me. Then much to my relief she lifted the tights off of my

head and said,

     "As it's your first night you can choose your fate for the

night." Her face broke into a fulsome smile as she turned the card

round in front of me and held it there for me to read. Horror shot

through my whole body as a read the list before me not believing my

eyes.

                           Whipping post

                              Stocks

                              Pillory

                               Rack

                            Terror Mask

                             Hell hole

                             Body cage

                              Weights

                           Smother Chair

                             Pendulum

                           Ankle hanging

                           Water closet

                            Games room

                           Smoke chamber

                            Clamp room

                           Torture boots

                           Tongue Clamp

                                

     "You can't be serious!", I shouted trembling with fear as I

read the list.

     "Oh yes we are," Ingrid answered, "this is the castle of the

sisters of torment and you are our latest acquisition. Women come

here for pleasure and over the years we have built up this little

menu but we are always looking for new methods to titillate the

ladies. Have you got any ideas to add?" she calmly asked as she

stepped towards me and put her hand on my cheek as if she was

asking me if I would like a sauna. I would have bit her if only I

could move my head but the strap still held me firmly.

     "Don't be stupid, no-one would volunteer for any of those

abhorrent tortures. There is no way I would add to the list. Now

let me free before this gets out of hand and you regret your

actions." I pleaded hoping that they would see some sense. They

both started laughing again and Carla said,

     "But you did volunteer to come here you oaf. Nobody forced you

here did they?" and she then paused for my answer. In a rage I kept

silent as I realised there was no point trying to reason with these

two vixens. After a few minutes their merriment had subdued a

little and Carla continued her torment,

     "Well, we're waiting for you answer. Has the cat got you

tongue?"

     "Don't be silly that's treat number 34 and he hasn't chosen

yet," Ingrid joyfully responded to make them snigger all the more.

     "Just leave me alone, I'm begging you." I implored them

through a quivering voice. Ingrid continued to casually stroke my

cheek and then used her thumb to wipe away some of my tears as she

said,

     "Never mind Trevor, I had a difficult time choosing for the

first time myself. The list is so delightful isn't it?"

     "Me too," added Carla, "but don't worry it won't be long

before you have had to chance to sample all of them so it doesn't

really matter where you start. Now have you decided what treat you

want us to let you sample first?"

     "Let me go you stupid cow!" I shouted at her straining to get

free. With that Ingrid slapped my face hard first to the left and

then to the right while Carla whacked my arse yet again.

     "If you're going to be silly we'll have to choose for you,"

Carla said, "what do you think Ingrid." Ingrid licked her lips and

said,

     "Might as well stretch him a bit so that he can match his new

penis, Ha, Ha, Ha."

     "How thoughtful you are," replied Carla, "you would like that

wouldn't you Trevor but I'm afraid it will take a little while to

set up. Just so you don't get bored we'll let you sniff Tessa's

tights for a while longer."

As soon as she said that I felt Tessa's tights drape down over me

again and the stench of her feet greeted my nostrils once more.

Ingrid took one of the foot sections and with obvious delight

rubbed it all over my face before she turned away to help Carla set

up the rack.

I could hear them grunting and straining and heavy items being

dragged about in the dungeon behind me. Occasionally they would

start to titter and make comments like "this will be fun" and "I

can't wait to see Tessa's face." It seemed ages and gradually the

fear overtook me as their evil laughter mingled with the haunting

sound of chains echoing around the chamber and a cold sweat broke

out down my back. After about half an hour the activity subsided

and I heard their footsteps returning to me. I thought I would have

a chance to free myself soon but my back was aching so much I

realised that I wouldn't be able to put up much of a struggle. They

went behind me and I heard the sound of the padlock being opened as

one of them climbed onto my back increasing my agony further. She

then lent forward, pulled Tessa's tights away and reached over to

release the strap about my forehead. My head immediately fell

forward and I saw stars for a little while as I felt them lift up

the cross beam. This would have been my chance but the weight of my

captor prevented me from moving. The next thing I new my arms were

pulled hard up behind my back and I was forced to a standing

position as the woman on my back slid off. I was then turned round

to look at the gruesome contraption. It consisted of a large

platform about 1 foot from the ground with manacles at each corner

connected to chains that disappeared to a lower compartment. At one

end there was a large wheel, a bit like a ships steering wheel

sticking out from the side. To my surprise, Carla stepped forward

and laid down on it and stretched out sensualy with a content sigh

and said,

     "Oh this is quite comfy, if a bit hard, but I wouldn't want to

lay here for too long." She then bent her knees up and started to

rub her crutch as she laughed lewdly and added "I certainly

wouldn't want to be stretched out on here for the night as you will

be Trevor." I was full of mixed emotions as I looked at her erotic

form in front of me full of fear of what was about to happen.

Ingrid then whispered seductively in my ear,

     "Fancy picking this for your first night, you really must be a

glutton for punishment Ha Ha" and then she nibbled on my ear. Full

of disgust I tried to push her away and regain my freedom but I was

no match for her athletic form in my weakened state and she easily

forced me to shuffle round to the rack with my trousers around my

ankles. When I was at the base of the device she tripped me and I

fell forward landing hard on my face as Carla slipped off. Before I

had had chance to recover they quickly and efficiently turned me

onto my back and clamped my wrists into the shackles. I tried to

free myself but it didn't take me long to realise there was no

escape as they quickly removed my trousers and pants. The two women

clicked my ankle shackles into place and were obviously satisfied

with their achievement as they came round to may head a gloated at

me. Carla took hold of the handle and started to push it down as

she grinned from ear to ear. Her movement was accompanied with the

sound of chains being dragged and a ratchet tightening. It wasn't

long before I felt the shackles pull tight.

     "Help" I screamed at the top of my voice, "Please don't do

this too me. Please let me go, I'll do anything you want, I haven't

done anything to deserve this."

My outburst appeared to startle Carla who stopped turning the wheel

and looked at Ingrid with a look of compassion in her face and

said,

     "Perhaps we should let him off the tension for his first

night."

     "Maybe," Ingrid replied, "But what has he done for us?"

     "Nothing yet," Carla said, "but my feet feel hot and sticky in

these boots, if he was to wash them I would consider letting him

off for tonight."

     "Mine too," Ingrid echoed, "they ache and could do with a good

clean." She then paused for a while before she looked down at me

and said, "Well, would you like to clean our feet for us?"

Feeling as this was my only chance I eagerly replied,

     "It would be my pleasure."

     "OK, this will be fun for us," Carla said as Ingrid walked out

of view. Moments later she returned with a chair which she placed

by the side of my head and said, "here, you can be first." Carla

eagerly jumped onto the chair saying "Thanks, I've been looking

forward to this." She lent back and placed one booted foot on the

end of the rack either side of my head before she bent forward to

unzip her left boot. As she pulled the zip down she allowed the

upper section to fall away from her shapely legs and stared at me

with a malevolent look. Her face grimaced a little as she lifted

her foot and struggled to pull the foot section off.

     "Ahh, that's better," Carla gasped as she let the boot fall to

the floor and twiddled her toes which were obviously enjoying their

new found freedom. Her foot was only inches from my head and I

could smell it's pungent emanation as she started to move it toward

me. I suddenly realised that the minxes intended to make me lick

their stinking feet clean and my stomach wretched uncontrollably.

     "You bitches", I shouted, "I agreed to wash your feet, NOT to

lick them. Now let me free before I change my mind." My out burst

caused them both to fall about laughing for a few minutes before

Carla retorted,

     "Poor fool, he still doesn't realise he has been donated to

the castle for our pleasure."

     "Tessa has done us proud," Ingrid replied, "It's always so

much more fun if they don't enjoy it, or pretend not to, Ha Ha. I

wonder which category he falls into?"

Carla then looked down at me as she took obvious delight in my

impending misery, "Oaf! we've already told you to address us as

mistress whenever you wish to speak When will you learn?" She

paused to watch my tears form in my eyes before continuing her

torment, "I was just about to remove my tights to make your job

easier but you obviously don't deserve any consideration. You can

suck my tights clean as well." With that she left her foot fall

heavily onto my face. I saw her foot coming and full of repugnance

quickly turned my head so she caught the side of my face. She then

pushed harder onto my suffering visage squashing my face into the

board.

     "My, My," Ingrid cooed, "he really is determined to get the

most out of this evening isn't he?"

     "Sure is," Carla responded.

     "Trevor, if you don't want to wash out feet you don't have to

my sweet." Ingrid said ridiculing my every move. "You only have to

ask nicely and I'll tighten the rack a bit more for you instead.

The choice is yours." Sniggering to herself, Ingrid slowly walked

around the contraption toward the wheel. The clacking of her booted

legs on the floor sent a shiver of terror right through my body and

I started to panic. Desperate to avoid more pain I struggled the

best I could to call out,

     "Mistress, I'm terribly sorry, please let me clean your feet

for you." Carla didn't bother to lift her foot or ease the pressure

on my head as she casually asked,

     "Are you sure you want to Trevor? My feet are very sweaty and

smelly as I've had these boots on all day. I don't imagine it will

be a pleasant task. Do you really want to lick Ingrid's and my feet

clean?." Ingrid's footsteps continued toward the wheel increasing

my fear.

     "Yes, Yes Mistress, I will be very pleased to clean your feet

but please don't increase the strain on my arms." Carla was

giggling as she lifted her foot a little allowing my to turn my

face upward again. Immediately my face was in position she left her

foot fall onto my face trapping my nose between her toes.

     "Here you can savour the smell of them first for a while as

you have asked so nicely." The pressure on my face increased as she

lent forward to unzip her right boot.

     "Phew, I can smell my foot from hear," Carla exclaimed as she

had almost undone the zip, "you must be enjoying yourself now

Trevor." I kept silent as I was forced to inhale her fragrance

while she lifted her right leg to remove her boot. Her face

grimaced again as she finally struggled to remove the foot section

before letting it drop to the floor. "Well, are you enjoying

yourself?" she asked in an indignant fashion forcing me to

humiliate myself yet further. I didn't want to answer so kept my

silence. This made her smile and she rubbed her foot back and forth

on my face before clamping her toes around my nose. It was now

impossible for me to breath and I realised that I had to say that I

was having fun or these two vixens could easily increase my

torment. I went to speak but the force of her foot prevented me.

Panic overcame me as my futile situation sunk in and I saw Ingrid

arrive next to Carla. Ingrid sat on her lap and they cuddled each

other whilst looking at me. I tried to shake my head free and to my

great relief Carla released her toes allowing me to breath.

Unfortunately she still rested her toes on my nose forcing me to

breath heavily between them. After I had recovered a little I tried

to talk again and this time Carla lifted her foot from my face.

     "I'm having a wonderful time," I said through gritted teeth,

"your feet are very nice and I'm looking forward to smelling

Ingrid's delicate feet as well." This made them both laugh

uncontrollably and Ingrid replied,

     "Enjoy you fun while you can because it will be our turn for

pleasure after you, Ha Ha."

Carla then lifted both her feet and crossed them, at the heel,

above my face gently rubbing her toes back and forth in a state of

contentment as she gently rested them on my chin. What did she mean

by their pleasure afterwards I asked myself in total disbelief

trying my hardest to pretend that this wasn't happening to me. I

thought I would earn some good points and perhaps they would leave

me alone and said,

     "Mistress, please may I have the pleasure of licking your feet

now" in a hope that my ordeal would soon finish.

     "Oh, If you must," Carla answered in an indifferent manner as

if she was doing me a big favour. She then uncrossed her feet and

extended her nylon clad toes towards my mouth. "Here you are but be

careful not to snag my tights." she then paused before adding,

"they were clean on only last week." Oh no I cried to myself as her

toes slipped between my lips. The taste was foul and long lasting

and the nylon rough on my tongue. At first I tried to move my

tongue about her toes but the taste was so bad I decided just to

suck them clean instead. I felt sick as Carla said,

     "The things I do to please these dolts."

     "You are far too kind at times" Ingrid replied as I continued

to lap at Carla's feet.

I must have been sucking on Carla's feet for nearly an hour when I

heard the ominous sound of someone else coming down the stair case.

My tongue was now very sore and I couldn't take much more. Please

let this person release me I screamed to myself as the footsteps

grew closer. After what seemed an eternity the footsteps entered

the room. Carla was obviously surprised by who ever it was and

quickly lifted her feet from my face.

     "Sorry, Dear," Carla exclaimed, "but Trevor insisted on

cleaning our feet for us."

     "We forgot the time," Ingrid added, "and he hasn't even

started on mine yet."

     "We were going to bring him up when he was satisfied." Carla

added in a very apologetic tone. This outburst from my 2

tormentresses caused the new person to laugh. It was a wicked

woman's laugh that was somehow familiar to me.

     "Don't worry, I was just coming to see what he was up to." a

voice boomed out and my world sunk a little deeper. It was Tessa,

she had returned to savour my torment. "I had expected you to bring

him up to the fire place whilst we dined. It would have been nice

to see him warming while we relaxed and got to know each other a

little better. Still, never mind, it's nice to see he is enjoying

his first evening here as much as us." With that all three started

to laugh and I realised my torment would probably get worse. Tessa

then walked round next to the chair Carla and Ingrid were sitting

on and looked down at me.

     "Hello dear, nice to see you settling in," she scoffed at me,

"have you done a good job?"

     "Please let me free Tessa, I love you." I pleaded.

     "I know you do," she chuckled, "that's why I knew you would do

this for me."

     "I'll do anything for you Tessa apart from this. Let me free

and I will find a new job and we can start having fun again."

     "But I am having fun Trevor and it's thanks to you that I am.

If I let you free I would have to give up my membership and that

wouldn't be fair would it?

I was now trembling with anger but thought it best to remain silent

for a while before I said something I would really regret. Tessa

looked me over and I saw her face change to surprise.

     "What have you done to him?" she asked in a distressed voice

as she looked at my manhood stretched in the vacuum tube.

     "That's just to let him grow a bit," Ingrid said timidly.

     "But it looks very sore and we don't want to damage him,"

Tessa replied indignantly.

     "I see what you mean," Carla said, "It does look a bit

strained. I'll get it off for you now."

     "At last!", I exclaimed feeling relieved for the first time

since my arrival at this dreadful castle. "Please hurry."

     "It's allright, you stay there," Tessa said, "I'll take it

off." With that Tessa walked out of my view and I could feel her

fiddling with the device. The relief when she pulled it off was

tremendous and I called out "Thank you".

     "My pleasure," Tessa replied, "but let me see if I have

anything to make it feel better." I then heard her rummaging around

in her hand bag for a minute or two before she said, "This should

do the job." I could then hear her shaking an aerosol and the

expression on Carla and Ingrid's faces changed to broad grins. What

now? I thought to myself as I heard Tessa spray my manhood. The

spray was cold and it made me jerk. She continued to spray me for a

good minute before she stood up and came back to my head.

     "Is that better my love," she asked in a caring way.

     "Much better thank you, but please release me from the rack."

     "Ha, Ha, Ha," Tessa started to laugh before she winked at

Carla, "Not for long though ey girls."

     "I wouldn't have thought so," sniggered Ingrid as I started to

feel scared.

     "Wh, what do you mean?" I stammered. Tessa grinned at me and

held the can in front of me to read. My heart missed a beat and I

felt as though I had been hit by a brick when I read RALJEX HEAT

TREATMENT.

     "You sadistic bitch," I shouted at hear with tears welling up

in my eyes.

     "Only just noticed?" she laughed as she left my view again to

spray yet more of the substance onto my vulnerable manhood. When

she stopped I could feel her forcing me back into the tube as the

heat was starting to penetrate. It felt as though my prick was on

fire as she relentlessly started pumping the tube empty.

     "You will really enjoy yourself here Tessa," Ingrid said, "for

a moment I really thought you were getting cold feet and would back

out of the arrangement."

     "Me too," added Carla, "but it looks as though you have got

just the right attitude. I can't wait to see you sample the

pleasure of some of our little toys."

     "I've planned this for so long there is no way I would want to

change anything." Tessa said. "The only problem I had was that I

really love Lance and didn't want him to suffer but had to find

some way to relieve my sadistic urges."

     "Good for you," Ingrid answered in admiration of her cunning.

     "Who the hell is Lance?" I growled full of frustration and

anger.

     "Sorry Trevor," Tessa exclaimed full of mock concern, "I

forgot I hadn't introduced you yet. Remember I said there was a

special guest at this evenings banquet?"

     "Yes," I replied vaguely remembering her remarks before she

left me in this horrific dungeon.

     "That guest is my true love and is here tonight but don't

despair because he won't give me as much pleasure as you."

     "What do you mean, you trollop?" I spat at her full of hate.

     "Now, now, there's no need to get nasty", Tessa said

condescendingly, "If you carry on like that I will have to punish

you, Ha, Ha. Now don't interrupt again and listen." She then paused

to relish my forlorn look before continuing. "We will visit

theatres, have fine banquets and parties, have tremendous holidays,

play sports and generally have a great time. And of course Lance

will also have very regular sex with me. But I will always have the

knowledge that you are suffering here just because of me. From time

to time I will visit to torture you further and that will make me

very happy. So you see you really are very important to me."

I was in an almost catatonic state of shock and mumbled,

     "Who is Lance?"

With that Tessa kicked me hard and said, "I told you to stop

interrupting me. You will know all you want in good time now shut

up and listen. Better still suck on Carla's toes and finish the job

you started." Carla jumped at this opportunity and quickly slipped

her right foot back into to my mouth providing a very effective gag

during the rest of Tessa's revelations. To make things even worse

she rested her other foot on my face with her toes smothering my

nose.

     "Lance is here, and I think you may recognise him." She turned

around and called out, "Come and let him see you." I couldn't

believe my ears when I heard someone walking towards me. What

depths does Tessa want to drive me to I shouted to myself as Carla

twiddled her toes with glee. Moments later a man came into view. It

was Lance Harding my ex MD. The bastard I tried to call out but

just mumbled and made them all laugh. Tessa took hold of his arm

and put it around her affectionately and they kissed each other.

Tessa then hugged him in a state of obvious contentment before she

continued her explanation.

     "I met Lance over 3 years ago and we quickly fell into deep

love. We had tremendous sex but soon realised that he could not

satisfy my sadistic urges. It troubled us for ages until I heard

about this place and we hatched a plan that would make us both

happy. With a stroke of luck you came onto the scene at the very

best of times and it didn't take much to reel you in. I must say

I'm glad it's you because I do find you attractive and the thought

of your continual torment for my pleasure makes my whole body

tingle with pleasure. Lance has already had the best sex with me

for ages upstairs because you agreed to take part." She then turned

and looked longingly at Lance before kissing him passionately for

what seemed an eternity. When they finally separated Lance said,

     "It's been worth the wait but I must admit that I didn't think

you would be able to pull it off."

     "You have been so patient my dear," Tessa answered him, "It

can't have been easy for you." She then looked back down at me

again as she said,

     "I hope you feel better now you know all you need Trevor. You

must be very proud knowing how happy you make such a vivacious and

sought after woman as me. Not many men are as lucky as you."

Tears of self pity freely run down my cheeks as the full meaning of

Tessa's revelations permeated my whole body. I was totally

dumbfounded at the casual way Tessa was acting even though she was

revelling over my misfortune. I would like to have shouted at her

but my aching jaw was still forced to play host to Carla's foot.

Tessa then stared vindictively at me for a few moments as she

sucked on her bottom lip and my blood froze at the thought of what

evil plans were going through her mind. Ingrid coughed a little and

broke her gaze as she idly said,

     "Oh well we may as well go back to the party and leave you

here with the girls as you are having so much fun." She then turned

away with a broad grin on her face saying    "Goodbye and have

fun."

     "We will," was the chorus of reply from my tormentresses.

Tessa and lance then started to walk away arm in arm. Just before

they left my view Tessa stopped abruptly and turned back towards

us,

     "I've just remembered Ingrid. I did come down for a reason."

     "What's that?" Ingrid asked.

     "We've run out of paper in the lounge lavvy. It was Lucky for

me that I haven't got any knickers on but I would like a new roll

if you could oblige me."

That caused both Ingrid and Carla to start laughing uncontrollably.

I could tell by the expression on Tessa's face that she wasn't at

all happy at their outburst and I started to smirk to my self.

"Good to see you embarrassed and annoyed by these vixens" I

sniggered to myself in a brief feeling of respite.

     "I don't see why it's so funny," Tessa retorted in an

indignant voice, "My bum is starting to get uncomfortable now."

     "Sorry Tessa," Ingrid replied in an apologetic tone, "it's

just that you are so new here. You don't realise the things we take

for granted." With that they both started to giggle again before

Carla added,

     "We rarely put paper out when there's a slave about."

     "Especially not a new one," Ingrid was quick to continue.

     "In fact I can't remember the last time we had to send out for

a new packet toilet rolls."

Tessa's face looked totally bewildered as she said, "What do you

mean? How do you clean yourself? I didn't notice a bidet."

This made them chortle all the more as Carla lifted her feet off of

my face and said,

     "Are you sure you haven't?" in a very quizzical tone.

A tidal wave of horror swept across me and I felt as though I had

been hit by a brick as the abhorrent meaning of their innuendo sunk

in. Full of desperation I turned to look at Tessa hoping she

wouldn't subject me to that terrible fate. She still looked puzzled

for a few seconds before she visibly shook from head to toe. Her

face beamed with delight and her voice quivered as she finally

uttered,

     "You don't mean you actually use the slaves do you?"

     "Why not?" Carla asked as Ingrid eagerly added

     "It saves us money and time," nearly wetting herself with

excitement.

     "It's very soothing, and pleasurable, for our tender parts,"

Carla said.

     "And what's more," Ingrid sniggered, "the slaves enjoy it

because they feel they are performing an important service for

use." She paused with a reflective expression on her face before

continuing, "well at least I think they do."

With that they all gaily laughed savouring my distress at the

thought of what was to come. Tessa walked towards me an lifted her

foot onto the rack beside me. She rubbed my cheek with her shoe as

she looked down at me with a look of real concern.

     "I'm truly sorry Trevor," she said, "I never dreamt that you

would be required to perform such intimate duties. I hope you don't

mind." She then stood back to wait for me to react.

     "Don't be so stupid you vindictive bitch," I screamed my voice

strained by the anger I felt, "Of course I bloody well don't want

to do that. If you're sorry, let me free and we can forget this

whole episode."

She just started to smile again and replied,

     "Teach him a lesson girls." Without a moments hesitation they

both kicked me several times in the ribs and then sat back down

again.

     "We've told you enough times to call us Mistress and to be

respectful at all times. When will you learn?" Tessa asked. "If you

relax and enjoy the fun it will be so much better for you. Now I'll

ask you again, do you mind being our communal bidet?"

Wincing from the pain in my sides I just kept silent not wishing to

make my fate any worse. Tessa paused for a while and added,

     "There's no need to be shy, just let us know how much you

enjoy our personal treatment. I must say that now I'm used to the

idea I'm really looking forward to using you as my bidet for the

first time."

I had no choice but to watch with horror as she turned her back to

me and hitched her tiny mini skirt up a little. I couldn't believe

this was happening to me as she bent her knees and started to

crouch above my head. I had a clear view between her soiled

buttocks as she shuffled about a little to ensure she would be in

the most comfortable position. When she was satisfied she gently

lowered herself still lower towards my face. I couldn't take this

so I turned my head to one side and shouted with all my force,

     "NO, NO, PLEASE MISTRESS SHOW ME SOME MERCY."

To my relief she stood up again and looked down at me and then at

Carla.

     "I've never enjoyed myself so much," she said before she

laughed at my frantic gestures to free myself. "Keep still when I

sit on you Trevor or you might tickle me and you know what happens

when I'm tickled don't you?"

     "Please, Please, Mistress Tessa, let me free, you can have all

my things but don't do this to me."

Tessa just ignored my pleading and said, "I already have all your

things now get ready for me or you'll make me wet myself if you

carry on like that."

     "Perhaps that's what he wants," Ingrid chipped in to add to my

distress.

     "I think you're right," Carla added, "don't disappoint him

Tessa."

     "I might not be able to help myself," Tessa managed to utter

as she continued to chortle to herself. She then turned round again

at started to squat down. When her bum was only a few inches above

my head I was overcome with repugnance and turned my head to one

side as far as I could. Tessa just kept her position for a while

before she asked, "Are you ready Trevor?"

     "NO! Please get up," I screamed back as I saw her lean

slightly to her left. To my disbelief she grabbed hold of the wheel

and tightened the rack one more notch. The pain was unbearable and

it made me lift my head and scream. Tessa timed her final descent

to perfection and my open mouth and nose were forced between her

warm and soiled buttocks.

     "Ah, that's nice" she cooed to herself as her cheeks were

separated a little by my face, "Look's like Trevor was eager to

please after all."

     "They all love it really," Ingrid replied, "they just like to

pretend so that our fun is all the better."

     "I don't think I would enjoy that one bit," Lance said in a

disgusted voice.

     "Why of course not," Tessa exclaimed, "You're a real man, not

a wimp like Trevor. Come here and give me a kiss, you're job is to

lick my lips not my arse, you silly thing." I was struggling for

breath between Tessa's stinking buttocks as I heard Lance walk

towards her. My humiliation was total as I felt Tessa writhe with

pleasure above me and it was obvious that they were in a deep

embrace. Minutes later they separated with a popping sound as their

lips separated.

     "Wow, I'm so horny Lance I can't wait to get back upstairs."

     "Me too," Lance replied, "hurry up and clean you're bum."

The last remark made Tessa titter and she squeezed her cheeks a

little before releasing them again.

     "You heard what the man said Trevor, come on get licking we

haven't got all night."

I knew that I had no choice but to comply with her repugnant

request or they would dream up some even worse torment. Gingerly I

extended my tongue and it slipped out of my mouth. The tip made

contact with her flesh and was assailed by the bitter taste of her

earlier spendings. I immediately recoiled my tongue by instinct

which made Tessa laugh as she said, "Oh that tickled. Now be

careful Trevor, don't say I haven't warned you."

I realised that she would love an excuse to piss over me as well

and so did my best not to tempt her. I stretched my tongue out and

licked the full length of he bum crease to the best of my ability

from my squashed position. Tessa shivered at my effort and sighed

with pleasure as she said,

     "This is wonderful Ingrid, I never realised anything so basic

could give so much pleasure. It will give me something to look

forward to after a good Vindalu, Ha, Ha."

     "There are plenty more pleasures for you to sample while

you're here with us," Ingrid answered pleased with Tessa's

enjoyment. I licked her again and again pretending not to notice

the abominable taste trying to complete the task as fast as I

could. I couldn't believe my ears when I heard Lance say,

     "He's a proper little lap dog isn't he."

     "Yes," Tessa replied as they all tittered at the sound of my

slurps.

     "Don't forget to clean inside the bud of joy," Ingrid called

down to me.

     "Must do a proper job," Carla added and I felt even worse as I

struggled to find Tessa's anus with my outstretched tongue. A few

minutes later Tessa stood up, much to my great relief and she

walked over to Lance. She turned round, bent down and wriggled her

naked buttocks at him in a seductive manner and asked,

     "Am I clean darling?"

     "Yes," Lance replied, I could stroke you bum with my hand

now."

Tessa laughed as she looked over to me and said,

     "Not bad Trevor, you are starting to fit in quite well. I

didn't even wet myself on you."

     "Better luck next time," Ingrid added.

     "I really enjoyed that," Tessa said in a hesitant manner, "but

I wouldn't fancy the trip down to this murky place in the middle of

the night if the need arises."

     "Don't be so silly," Ingrid replied, "he isn't the only bidet

in the castle. Most loos have one installed in the same room. We've

fitted special cabinets for the slaves to climb into with tops that

fasten around their necks. They aren't very big as we don't like

them to dominate the room. For some of the bigger slaves it can be

a bit difficult to squeeze them in and they complain a bit at

first. It can be quite a laugh standing on the top to force them

down far enough to lock it round their necks. Once they're locked

in they don't cause too much trouble."

Carla was laughing as she looked at Tessa's amazement at this last

revelation before she interrupted,

     "Originally we left their heads out on display but some of the

women didn't like the sight of such a basic utility before them

while they went about their business. They said it was like looking

at an unflushed loo. I must admit I did realise what they meant."

     "So what did you do?" Tessa asked with bated breath.

     "As you would expect, we fitted specially shaped hinged lids

to cover them up when not in use." Ingrid answered in an

indifferent tone, "they're very effective and easy to lift up when

you need them. When the lid's down they look like pretty linen

baskets and you wouldn't notice that they were there."

     "You can say that again," Ingrid sniggered, "there was one in

the lounge lavvy you used earlier."

     "Wow," Tessa exclaimed, "I would never had noticed." She then

started chuckling and looked down at my weary face as she added,

"You mean I could have cleaned myself upstairs and Trevor needn't

have performed his duties this evening?"

The other two women giggled at me and replied,

     "Exactly, but I'm sure Trevor didn't mind."

Tears of anger flooded down my face once more and I was filled with

fear at what these evil women were capable of in the name of their

pleasure.

     "How do you manage to keep them so quiet?" Tessa asked, "I

would have thought they would call out when someone enters the

room."

     "Some of them do to start with," Ingrid answered, "but after a

little gentle training they soon learn how to behave. If they are

too noisy at first we fit them with ball gags. They don't seem to

like that too much."

     "No they don't," Carla interjected, "and it annoys the women

as well having to remove and replace the gag each time. That really

makes the girls take out their frustration on them. A few weeks

like that and they learn to be quiet."

     "Sometimes the training is too effective," Ingrid sniggered,

"Remember the one in the en-suite room of the annex Carla?"

     "Oh yes it was a shame," she replied in mock concern, "the

poor bugger was so quiet we forgot he was there. We had a new guest

that fortnight and omitted to explain the utilities to her. She

hadn't used him once in the first week and we'd forgotten he was

there."

     "Silly bugger had no food or water for all that time," Ingrid

added. "He was in a state when we finally remembered. He learnt his

lesson though and didn't need the gag any more."

     "He probably just wanted the week off in the recovery room,"

Carla added in a spiteful tone."

     "This whole place is much better than I had ever hoped for,"

Tessa commented. "Do you think we can use Trevor in one of the

bidet cabinets?"

     "Naturally my dear," Ingrid eagerly answered her, "all of the

donations to the castle sample each of the treats on offer. Trevor

won't be an exception."

     "Oh I can't wait," Tessa gloated as she gently kicked my

outstretched arm and asked, "can you?"

My whole world was rapidly spiralling down into oblivion and I was

trembling with repugnance and fear and the thought of what these

women would do to me.

     "Tessa, my mistress, have pity on me I haven't done you any

harm. I don't deserve this." I pleaded in as humble a manner as I

could hoping for a sign of mercy. My hopes were quickly quashed as

Tessa's face just grinned from ear to ear in pure delight as she

retorted,

     "I know you have treated me very well Trevor, but who ever

said life was fair. You will give me so much pleasure here that you

should be proud. I hope it takes you a while to settle in here

because I love to hear you pleading for release every 10 minutes."

     "You heartless bitch," I screamed, "what can I do to get

released?"

     "Nothing," Ingrid yelled at me, "and that attitude will only

make things worse for you."

     "That was nasty," Tessa said pretending to be hurt, "but on

this one occasion I will not punish you for that outburst just to

prove I'm not heartless." She then turned to Lance and asked,

     "You don't think I'm heartless do you?"

     "On the contrary," Lance replied, "I've never met a more

thoughtful and caring woman in my life. You've never treated me bad

although I know that you've ached to satisfy your sadistic urges.

He should think himself lucky you give him so much of your time not

to mention lodging now that he's an unemployed scrounger."

     "I do love you Lance," Tessa answered and the four of them

started laughing.

     "We can't stand here chatting all night," Tessa then added,

"we're going back up for some really hot sex. See you tomorrow."

     "Bye," Ingrid called back, "I'll just rinse his mouth out and

then he can clean my feet for me."

     "Good idea," Tessa sniggered as she walked out of view with

Lance and I could here their footsteps receding back up stairs.

Ingrid and Carla jumped up and went away for a while. I could here

them arranging something and my fear started to rise again. When

they finally returned I noticed that Ingrid had a hose and Carla a

large scrubbing brush. What are they going to do now I wondered as

Ingrid turned the nozzle of the hose and water started gushing out.

She then bent towards me and said,

     "Time to clean you up. We don't want you getting shit on my

feet now do we."

Before I had had chance to reply she forced a jet of water onto my

face and Carla started to scrub me taking my breath away. The cool

water was refreshing and cleaned my weary face but Carla was

scrubbing very harshly and it felt as though she would take my skin

off. I felt as though I might drown so I slammed my mouth closed

but this only forced water up my nose. Carla continued to scrub my

face and Ingrid deliberately sprayed my eyes. The girls started to

giggle and Carla said,

     "Pop your tongue out and I'll give it a clean up," as if this

was a normal, every-day event. The taste on my tongue was so foul I

immediately complied hoping for some relief even if she would be

rough on me. Her brush dragged across my tongue and quickly took

the taste away to my relief making me tingle. Ingrid then turned

down the pressure from the hose and allowed the water to flow over

my mouth. I gulped in mouthfuls grateful for the chance which made

her snigger. She then turned the water off and pinched my cheek as

she said,

     "You enjoyed that didn't you?"

     "It was nice to have some clean water to clean me Mistress," I

answered hoping that my torment for the evening was finally coming

to an end. Alas, they had planned more suffering before they would

let me rest. Ingrid beamed down at me as she said,

     "I'm glad your so refreshed, I'll just put this hose back and

you can refresh my feet for me. That'll be a bit of fun for you

won't it?"

I couldn't believe my ears and tears of desperation welled up in my

eyes as I watched her retreating with the hose. Suddenly Carla

kicked me in the ribs without any warning taking what little breath

I had away.

     "Mercy Mistress," I screamed in agony as I looked at her

gloating face but Carla just calmly spoke.

     "Why should we show you mercy when you haven't even thanked

Ingrid for the opportunity to lick her hot, tired feet?"

I remained silent in a state of total despondency as Carla took

delight in kicking me again to spur me into life. I realised that I

had no choice but to comply with their abhorrent requests or my

suffering would only increase.

     "Apologies Mistress," I stuttered with my voice trembling with

rage, "I was trying to think of the best way to ask for the

pleasure of licking Ingrid's tired feet. Please don't kick me any

more."

     "That's better," Carla said as she looked down at me

triumphantly. Ingrid had returned now and she took her place in the

seat by my head. She lifted her feet onto the edge of the rack's

base and leant forward with her chin resting on her knees and

caressed her long legs in a seductive manner. I looked up at her

pleadingly and she smiled back at me as she run her fingers up the

lace up front of her boots. It was clear that she was scheming

something to increase my suffering. For a few minutes she kept

staring at me and I began to feel terrified. Finally she broke the

silence with a long sigh as she said,

     "Oh I feel so tired I haven't got the energy to take my boots

off." She then leant back in the chair and stretched her legs out

and rested them across my chest and started sniggering. "What do

you think I should do?" she asked me.

     "Go to bed and have any early night my dear Mistress," I

immediately answered hoping for a bit of respite at long last.

     "I would love to," Ingrid answered, "but my feet are so tired

and sweaty that they would be uncomfortable and keep me awake.

You'll have to think of something else."

     "I would love to lick your feet clean Mistress, as I did for

Carla," I uttered in as humble manner as possible, "but it may be

better if you relax in a nice hot bath and then go to bed." My last

remark made them both laugh and Ingrid said,

     "What a good idea Trevor, you really are thinking of me, I

think I will do that." She then lifted her legs off of me and

started to stand. My relief was tremendous and I started to smile

for the first time that evening. Before she had had chance to stand

Carla came across and sat on her lap to put her boots back on

before they left. Carla then said,

     "It's about time we went up for a bit of fun."

     "I know," Ingrid replied, "the party's been going for 3 hours

now and we've been missing out." Carla was now struggling to zip up

her left boot as she turned to Ingrid and said, "Trevor has been a

reasonable host this evening."

     "I know," said Ingrid, "and it's his first evening."

     "It would be a shame to disappoint him and deprive him of his

wishes."

     "Ha, Ha, Ha it certainly would" Ingrid giggled as she leant

over to look at me.

     "I know," Carla exclaimed, "why don't you let him take your

boots off for you."

     "Great Idea," Ingrid exclaimed, "he can use his teeth to undo

my laces. It will be liking opening a Birthday present for him."

     "Looking at the length of your boots it may take him a while

but then again all the best presents do." With that Carla jumped

off of Ingrid's lap and Ingrid looked down at me and said,

     "How about that Trevor we can both have pleasure. Do you want

to take my boots off for me."

My hopes of relief had been crushed and I looked at her in

astonishment as I realised that she had never really intended to

let me off. However, I thought I would try one last time before my

foot slobbering fate was sealed for the night.

     "My dearest Mistress Ingrid you don't have to stay down here

to please me. I would be delighted to let you relax in a bath

upstairs."

     "Thank you Trevor," she answered, "you are too kind. I really

can't disappoint you. Now take my boots off because after all I can

still have a bath later if I want." She then extended her legs

above me again carefully turning her left leg so that the end of

the lace was close to my mouth. I knew I had no choice but

capitulate to her demands and strained my neck to catch her lace. I

just manage to bite the lace and pulled back. The strain on my neck

and teeth was terrible but finally the lace loosed. For the next

few minutes I had to carefully flick and pull the lace as Ingrid

moved her leg to help me unlace the front of her long boots. As I

struggled with my task, the boot gracefully fell away from her

thigh and calf. When at long last I reached the foot section of the

boot Ingrid said,

     "Here take this in your mouth while I pull," and she placed

her heel on my lips. Is there no end to this torment I thought as I

was forced to suck on her heel as she eased her foot out of the

boot.

     "Ah, that's nice," she exclaimed and wiggled her toes before

pushing the boot off of my face. She then gently rested her heel on

my cheek with her weary toes spread around my nose. The damp nylon

of her tights was stretched over my nose and the pungent smell of

them stabbed my nostrils with every breath.

     "Let me feel your cooling breath on my toes for a while before

you lick them clean." Ingrid cooed in a state of contentment as she

sat back and relaxed. All I could see was the underside of her foot

as she started to gently caress my nose and sighed,

     "It feels good when you breath in I think I could sit here

like this all night."

My ears buzzed with horror at that last remark and I wondered what

length of torment she would want to put me through. After a long

while she finally made me lick her foot clean before repeating the

whole process again with her other foot.

After what seemed an eternity Ingrid was satisfied that I had

cleaned her feet and sat up and looked at me and asked,

     "Did you enjoy that?"

     "As it made you happy I enjoyed it Mistress," I forced myself

to say through gritted teeth. She smiled down at me and said

"Good," as she started to put her boots back on. Carla came over

and offered to help her. I was then faced with the view of Carla

kneeling infront of my as she laced up Ingrid's boots. The view of

Carla's taught bum would normally have made me yearn with pleasure.

However, in my predicament I trembled with fear at what I may be

forced to do later. When Carla had finished they both stood up and

held each other arm in arm and said,

     "It's time for us to go up to the party now, see you

tomorrow."

I couldn't believe that they would leave me like this and screamed

out,

     "Help, Mistresses you can't leave me like this. Please release

me from the rack and please release my cock from that awful

device."

They both just laughed and looked down at me as I continued my

pleading,

     "Please, Please give me some relief I can't stand this."

Carla finally said,

     "Sorry Trevor but Tessa wanted us to leave you like this

tonight."

     "We'd love to let you up and have some fun but it's Tessa's

privilege to decide your pleasure for the first night," Ingrid

added.

     "I would have loved to let you try the water wheel," Carla

said in a state of excitement. Ingrid turned to her and asked,

     "Have they fixed the toilet to it yet?"

     "Yes, last week," Carla answered, "I've been dying to get a

victim strapped on and watch him dunked time and again."

     "Ha, HA, Ha that sounds great I agree I can't wait to get

Trevor on that," Ingrid eagerly added before she turned to me and

said,

     "Too bad you have to stay here tonight. Perhaps tomorrow you

can sleep in a bidet basket."

     "You BITCHES," I shouted with all my might in a state of total

rage.

     "Silly boy," Carla said as she lent forward and turned the

rack wheel one more notch increasing my agony yet further. I

squirmed for relief vainly as I saw the girls turn and start to

walk away. Full of terror I pleaded for escape as I heard their

heals clacking up the stairs. The light was flicked off and Ingrid

called back,

     "See you tomorrow."

     "Sweet dreams," Carla added and they left the dungeon and

closed the door with a ripple of laughter. To my final desperation

I then heard them turn a heavy lock in the door. I lay in agony

with the taste and smell of Ingrid's feet fresh on my face as I

imagined the terrible torments those vixens had in store for me.

                          End of Part One