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The Chateau, chapter 3. This story contains bondag
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Chapter 3
RETURN TO THE CHATEAU
After my experience in the chateau, I spent the next two days in museums
looking at wonderful art from throughout history, at the same time trying to
shake the attraction of the Chateau du Val. I had only two more days left,
in France, before I was scheduled to move on to England and then home. It
was warm and humid that night as I prepared for bed. Naked I crawled into
bed, lying atop the soft down comforter. I tried in my mind to resolve the
mystery of the chateau and my dream, if in fact it was a dream. It must have
been 4AM before I dropped off to sleep, by then intent on returning to the
Chateau DuVal.
The weather still quite warm, I dressed in a light, white, summer dress and
boarded the tour bus to Chateau DuVal. My mind was racing wildly as I
crossed the drawbridge into the courtyard. As the tour progressed into the
building I searched for doorways that I knew existed, doorways that no longer
seemed to be there. Intentionally I began to drop to the back of the group.
As the tour continued to the top floor I stayed behind. I had to find out
the truth. Taking a candle from one of the displays, I moved quietly
downstairs, past the rope barriers to the depths of the castle. The deeper I
progressed, the darker it became as the light of the upper levels fell away
and the only light was from tiny candle that I carried. Then I recognized
it, the doorway to the room in which I had been bathed, prepared for the
Marquis. It was not all a dream. I knew this place, and I had to know more
about it .
Trying the handle, at first it would not budge. I pressed against the door
and again forced the handle. The large door gave way and opened into a dark
cavern. The light there was nearly nonexistent, but I had to enter, to see
more. Entering the room, my eyes slowly began to adjust to the light. I
could see the large beams that I remembered, and across the room. the rings
to which had been attached shackles. I closed my eyes and tried to remember
more about the room, to imagine my previous visit there. The memories seemed
so vivid I was becoming scared. Opening my eyes I realized that the large
door was closed! Nearly in a panic I moved to the door and took hold of the
large handle. I pulled the ring, putting my entire weight into it. I was
relieved as it opened, but I did not leave. A thousand things ran through my
mind, foremost was the fact that I would not be forced to again experience
the Chateau's past. I sat on the floor, leaning against the door, my
imagination running wild, unable to decide whether I was terrified or excited
at my situation.
Feeling safe again, I began to simply watch the light of the candle dance
off the walls of the ancient room. Standing I began to move around the room
wanting to pick up some vibration, some message from the past. As I
lingered, a calm had come over me. I was feeling quite at home in this
strange place. Standing on the rough wooden floor in the center of the room,
I kicked off my shoes, my feet acutely aware of the rough hewn wood. I moved
around the room, conjuring up the memories of my bare feet against the same
floor. I had to return to where I had been before, to feel the feelings that
I had experienced.
Reaching behind me, I unzipped my dress, dropped it at my feet, my panties
soon following. Standing naked in the cool room I spread my legs and placed
my arms behind my head, as I had been instructed in another time. Closing my
eyes for some time I forced my mind to try make sense of the Chateau, to pick
up vibrations of times past. I opened my eyes to find that my candle had
expired, and I was in total darkness. Quickly, thrust back to reality, I
dropped to my knees, searching for my dress, the candle, anything. I found
nothing! Nothing but the rough floor, the hard beams, and cold stone walls.
Suddenly I felt entirely vulnerable, a feeling quite familiar during my past
visit to the Chateau. I found the wall, and moved about the room, searching
for another exit...a door, a window that I had not previously noticed, all to
no avail. Noises! Footsteps in the passageway! Hands on the door latch!
What would I tell the museum security people? As the door opened I saw only
two bright flames, torches held by the leaders of a group.
"Search the room, the runaway must be here!"
I hid in fear behind one of the massive beams, cowering close to the floor.
Closer and closer came the footsteps. I looked up and was facing two men,
wearing swords. Before I knew what was happening my arms were firmly gripped
and I was pulled to my feet. Naked and quivering, I was pulled across the
room to where the others stood holding the torches. Forced to my knees I was
held as a leather collar was placed around my neck, locked, and a chain
affixed to the collar. My wrists and ankles were soon bound in a like
manner, a lock securing my wrists behind my back.
" The master will be pleased that you have been found, but you'll pay for
your escape, slave," noted the captain of the guard.
Held by the two men wearing cold chain mail, I was led away. Minutes later
I found myself in the guard's barracks, not something that comforted me at
all. The captain took my hair and pulled my hair back.
"There's no reason that the master should be the only one to enjoy you. I
think you need to entertain us for a while to pay us for the trouble of
finding you."
As he spoke a couple men were pulling a small low table to the center of the
floor then placing a couple of smooth logs the center of the table. I was
pulled to the table and laid facing upward, the logs under my back. Aside
from the obvious discomfort, the logs had the effect of pushing my hips and
my breasts upward. My wrists and legs were spread and bound to the four legs
of the table, rendering me less than helpless. By now several men had
gathered around and were enjoying my exposed charms, their hands taking
liberties with my body. The captain now stood over me and snickered.
"First we must teach you about running away. Since that seems to involve
your feet, we'll start there with the whip."
The captain selected a small cat, and walked to the far end of the table.
He raised his arm, and a second later the cat came down on the sole of my
bare foot. I wrenched at the sting of the cat, the poles digging into my
back. "SMACK", the cat crossed my foot again as the captain stared me in the
eye. Again and again he flogged my feet, each stroke stinging dearly, making
me twist and turn on the table. I guessed that my groans got to the
captain's soft side, as he finally ceased the flogging, leaving my feet quite
tender for the experience. My conclusion wasn't quite right, however. He
had stopped flogging my feet so that he could begin something else.
The captain called for a lit candle! He soon stood over me holding the
stiff white shaft with a tiny flame flickering at the top. He was going to
drop hot wax on me! The candle was held high over me and tipped so as to
generate more molten wax. I waited in near panic until the first drops fell
upon my left thigh, the burning causing me to writhe in pain. More drips
soon followed, the next dropping on the tender skin of my belly.
"Blindfold her!"
I froze in fear as one of the men covered my eyes with a black cloth. Now I
wouldn't even know where to expect the burning wax. Before I could collect
my thoughts I felt the stinging on my right breast. I pulled away and the
pole under my back dug into my muscles. Another drip on my left breast!.
Another nearby, another to my thigh, again to my belly, a drip to my
underarm! Each drip somewhere new, expected yet unpredictable, a stinging
surprise causing me to strain at the shackles that held me. Finally the
blindfold was removed, and my drained body was released from the table and I
was helped to my feet. Looking downward I saw countless drips of wax stuck
to my aching skin.
"Gentlemen, our guest seems to be covered in wax. Now we wouldn't want to
hand her over to the master in that condition, would we?"
An evil snicker came from the assembled group as I realized what was next.
The captain took me and pushed me toward the men. While a couple would hold
me another would peel a bit of wax from my skin before passing me on the
next. The men saw this an ideal opportunity to grope every bit of my bare
body, their hands fondling my breasts, pinching my nipples, hands cupping my
ass, and fingers exploring for my slit. It seemed an eternity of humiliation
before the captain called a halt to the event.
"It's time that she be brought to the master. We'll have another
opportunity with this one, I'm sure!"
My hands were again secured behind my back, I was pulled to my feet, and led
limping out the doorway upwards into the massive stone building. It felt
somehow strangely familiar as the leash tugged at my neck. I was held as
across the room three men talked quietly, probably about my future. The
meeting dissolved and I was informed that the Marquis would soon deal with me
himself. My wrists were released long enough for me to be dressed in a sheer
white frock. The cuffs were again locked and I was led upwards to another
part of the chateau. We reached an area which was richly appointed with
tapestries, finely carved statues and several suits of armor. A huge carved
wooden door was opened and I was led into a comfortably appointed room and
led to a tiny wooden stage about two by three feet and twelve inches in
height. The men led me to the stage and made me kneel on the tiny platform.
The cuffs on my wrists and ankles were connected by means of a short length
of chain. Another link of chain was secured to a small ring set into the
stage, securing me to the platform in the kneeling position, the collar was
removed, and a blindfold was placed over my eyes. Once sure that I was
properly fastened, the men departed, leaving me quite alone with my thoughts
of what was to come. It was clearly obvious that I could not escape and I
would meet my fate, whatever it may be.
I knelt silently for quite some time before I heard footsteps approaching
the doorway. The door opened and the footsteps continued to stopping in
front of where I was bound. I quivered in fear as a hand ran through my
hair.
"So pretty and quite disobedient. A shame to have to punish you," He said
in a rather sad tone.
I wondered silently what was to come next. I didn't wait long as his hands
moved to the straps of my frock and ripped them apart. The soft garment
dropped off my shoulders leaving me naked to the waist, exposed for his
desires. The master walked behind me and picked up something. As he
returned I heard the sound of a whip cut through the still air of the room
and struggled in a panic against the chains. He softly caressed my breasts
and pinched my nipples to attention.
"A pity. Maybe a whipping will make you more obedient," He asked
rhetorically.
"Whipping" I thought in a terror. Surely I could not endure a whipping.
Moments later I felt the first stroke of the whip upon my back. Tugging in
vain I strained against the chains as the slender leather strands caressed my
bare skin. The soft leather and was stimulating my skin although the pain
was not unbearable. I had lost count the lashes to my back when finally the
master walked around the platform and soon the soft leather whip embraced my
breasts, barely stinging. Two, three, four, finally twenty lashes before he
stepped away. I was shocked as he stepped forward and boldly pressed his
lips to mine, his hand gently cupping my breast. Uncontrollably my tongue
anxiously thrust to meet his advance, his soft caresses soon erasing the pain
of the lashing. My lover backed away for a moment, just long enough to tear
away the remains of the scant clothing that had covered me.
Completely nude I anxiously awaited his return. Seconds later his lips
again met mine as his hand softly caressed my torso, cupping my breasts,
rolling my nipples in his soft fingertips. My skin was so sensitized from
the whipping that every touch was electric. Soft erratic breaths came from
my lips as his hand moved slowly downward to my legs, stroking the silky skin
of my thighs, deliberately teasing my most private areas. His advances
continued as his lips found the most vulnerable parts of my neck and ears and
his hands held my ass firmly, his fingers teasing my slit from behind. I
strained futility against the chains that held me down, immobile as he
continued his assault. His fingers continued to explore me, finally making
entry to my now moist slit. His finger dove deeper within me his thumb found
my clit, fanning the flame that was growing within me, as his other hand
continued to fondle my ass. I was on fire, never having been taken so
boldly. His fingers stroked again and again, never giving way as they
searched my inner secrets, searching for my orgasm. Finally, still wrenching
at my bonds, I gave in to his assault in sighs of pleasure.
I was given a moment to absorb the pleasure that I had just been afforded,
then I felt his hands begin to work at the chains that held me. I dared not
struggle as I was again secured, now with my hands bound in front of me,
still kneeling on all fours, my breasts hanging ungracefully, and my ass
quite prominently presented. My knees were pulled apart and strapped in
place, thus exposing my sex more prominently.
"Young Lady, you came without permission," He stated, "You'll have to be
punished."
Seconds later his hand smartly met my rear. Had I not been shackled in
place, I would have jumped a foot! Moments later another, then another, then
nothing, a soft gentle stroke of his fingers to my stinging ass. His fingers
traced a soft path toward my thighs, and my slit. I moved to meet his touch.
Slap! He again swatted me. then a soft touch. Over and over he alternated
spanking me and tenderly leading me to consider my well exposed slit, finally
making contact with my still wet cunt. By now, I wanted something other than
his finger within me. I sensed him walking around me, his finger tracing a
soft path down my back, then a soft kiss to my neck, and another to my
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