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The Chateau, chapter 1. This story contains bondag
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The Chateau, chapter 1
Finally I was in Europe on the trip that I had dreamt about for years. The
castles and chateaus of France had been of interest to me since I had first
read about them while in high school, and finally I was actually there. The
tour bus had left Paris Wednesday headed for the Louire Valley on what was to
be a three day trip stopping at ten locations. We had been to nine chateaus
so far and the last stop on the tour was to be the legendary Chateau Du Val
and I had considered this to be the apogee of the trip. The chateau was
visible from miles away on it's location upon the tallest hill in the area.
It was an imposing stone structure complete with a drawbridge and moat, the
perfect image of a medieval castle. We pulled into the courtyard and
seemingly into the 16th century. Crossing the drawbridge, I felt as though I
was entering a different time, somehow strangely different than the other
locations that we had seen throughout the week. Our group was assembled in
the garden for a lecture on the chateau, and although I was quite interested,
something other than the lecture held my attention. Finally the group filed
into line to begin the tour and we were strongly admonished not to fall
behind the guide. Moving slowly I ended up at the end of the cue as we moved
into the massive structure. As we passed through room after room I marveled
at the architecture and craftsmanship interned in the chateau, but something
else still engrossed me, something that I could not explain. I began to
notice a man that had, along with me, fallen behind the group and found
myself standing next to him as we closely inspected one of the stained glass
windows.
"Amazing, aren't they," he said as he noticed my presence.
"Yes the are. The whole building is quite unique," I answered, noting that
his gaze was still fixed on the window.
He finally turned to me, "Pardon me. This building seems to have me a bit
transfixed. Apparently this castle was built by my ancestors, so my parents
have told me. I've been trying to imagine what it would have been like to
live in those days. The inhabitants had quite a ominous reputation for some
time for what they did to their enemies. The Chateau Du Val was not a place
that you wanted to be taken to involuntarily. My name is Paul Duval, nice to
meet you..."
"Sue, Sue Collins, nice to meet you Paul.
Paul and I continued on together through the chateau for about three hours
finally completing the tour in a basement in the oldest part of the
fortifications. I had become fascinated with Paul nearly as much as the
ancient structure. There was an unusual aura about him. He seemed to greet
the structure as an "long lost old friend" running his hands softly along the
walls as we walked and stopping at length to view the furnishings. We had
fallen well behind the tour group and soon found ourselves alone in a
cavernous stone room deep in the building. Realizing that the group had left
us, we hurried to catch up only to find that the door had closed and locked
behind them. Surely they would notice and come back for us. I sat down on
a wooden chair, dejected at the idea of being a virtual overnight prisoner in
the chateau, and waited for our absence to be discovered. Paul decided to
backtrack and see if there was another way out and disappeared into the
darkness. I began to have some misgivings about my situation when half an
hour had passed and no one had noticed our absence, the feeling becoming a
bit urgent after an hour or so. After all, it was Saturday and the museum
did not reopen til Monday morning. As time passed the only light, from a
high window, began to fade. Seeing a candelabra I searched my purse finding
the matches that I had picked up at dinner the previous night, but to no
avail. I sat myself on an ancient carpet, leaning against the wooden wall,
closed my eyes, and resolved myself to the circumstance. It seemed only a
few minutes til I became aware of footsteps coming towards me and, opening my
eyes, saw the dim glow of a candle. Paul, must have found a way out!
Presently I saw a man dressed in historic garb, carrying a large candle.
Alas, I would be freed from here and hopefully be able to catch up with the
tour group.
As the figure came closer, I realized the it was Paul, but he was dressed in
medieval garb and was fitted with a sword, of all things. What was he doing
?
"Who are you ? What are you doing her ?" thundered Paul as he approached.
The tone of his voice chilled me to the bone. This was not the same Paul
that I had walked with for the past hours.
"I'm Sue, we've been with each other all..." I was cut off mid sentence.
"You are a trespasser, a thief possibly !"
Before I knew it Paul had me by the arm and was pulling me to my feet. I
felt strangely unable to ward off his advance. Pressing me to
unceremoniously against the wall, he soon wrapped wrists with a rough cord
and led me away down the dark hallway. I tried to reason with Paul, but soon
gave up, realizing that it was to no avail and struggling clearly didn't
accomplish anything. Paul had "become" someone I did not know. I was led to
a heavy doorway to which Paul fitted a large key, opening the way to another
staircase. I was led down to a level of the chateau not exhibited on the
tour and into a cold room. After locking the door behind us Paul left me
just long enough to light several candles , illuminating the room with a soft
yellow glow. The candles revealed the room to be a dungeon, some sort of
torture chamber surrounded with stone cells with doors of iron grating. What
had I gotten myself into? Paul pulled me to a pillar, to which was attached
a chain and large shackle, fitted the cold iron shackle about my neck, and
locked it in place.
"Paul, that's enough ! This is the twentieth century. Let me go! What's
going on?" I chattered in earnest.
Paul silenced me with one simple word, in a cold unambiguous tone,
"Silence".
"Now, who are you and why have you entered the Chateau Du Val without
permission ?"
I had no answer, as it was clear that no real answer would satisfy the
character that I now faced. It seemed as though Paul was cast back in time
leaving me "caught" in 1993.
Responding to my silence, Paul declared, "As you can see I have the means to
extract the truth from you. I have plenty of time and a young girl, such as
yourself, offers a most pleasant challenge."
Viewing the fixtures that filled the room, and realizing that I was helpless
to provide the answers that Paul required, I felt a cold chill of fear. Paul
loosened the bonds on my wrists and issued his next command again came in the
same cold unambiguous tone. "Disrobe."
"Disrobe ! You want me to strip for you ! No way ! "
His hand quickly found it's way to my blouse and in a flash ripped the
buttons open.
"Disrobe."
I now realized that it may be in my best interests to comply with Paul's
orders. My fingers moved to undo the remaining buttons on my blouse and slip
it off my shoulders, the whole time keeping eye contact with my captor. Next
I loosened the snaps on my shorts, unzipped the zipper and dropped it them
the floor at my feet. I kicked off my shoes and stood questioningly in my
bra and panties, hoping that my present state would satisfy Paul. In a
moment came the answer.
"Disrobe!"
I reached awkwardly behind me, unfastened my bra, and slowly slipped it off,
feeling my face flush as my breasts were exposed. Finally, and most
reluctantly, my hands moved to slide my bikini panties off. As they dropped
at my feet, I could just imagine how I looked, naked and chained to a pillar
in a medieval dungeon. I covered my pubic patch with my hands and awaited
Paul's next request.
"Very good. I find young ladies much more willing to confess when they are
bare and I'm sure that you will be no exception. Spread your legs and show
me your soft triangle."
I moved my feet about eighteen inches apart and moved my hands away thus
exposing myself fully to his inspection.
"Let us now begin again. Who are you and why were you in the chateau ?
I answered in frustration that I was Sue Collins, that I was on a museum
tour, that the year was 1993, and that he had better release me right now.
The outburst did me no good, as he immediately reached for my nipple and
firmly pinched it between his fingers.
"You may be a "Sue Collins", but the year is not 1993 and you have entered
the Chateau Du Val without permission. I mean to discover why. Possibly a
night in a cell would assist your tongue."
The collar about my neck was released and I was led to one of the cells at
the far end of the room. This one was different from the rest, as it was a
slender tall cage made of forged iron. Clearly, the only was to exist in the
space would be standing. The door was opened to reveal a pair of cuffs
attached to the top of the cage, to which my wrists were soon captive. After
briefly fondling my breasts and ass, Paul closed the iron door and locked it.
"We will see if your lips have loosened by morning," stated Paul as he
snuffed the candles and left me alone for the night.
A few hours ago I was pleasantly touring a museum and I was now naked and
strapped inside of a cage in a medieval dungeon. Was this all real. How
could it be I thought, but the cuffs holding my hands and the cold iron bars
answered my question. I felt so alone in the dark quiet room as I stood hour
after hour, unable to sleep. I have no idea what time it was when Paul
reappeared, as the outside light had never seen the room. The door was
opened and without my bonds being loosed, I was fed a stale biscuit and a bit
of water. After a night alone in the dark, the sight of someone else and the
meager meal was welcomed. Paul stroked my breasts and then moved his hands
to my ass.
"It might be quite nice to have you about as my slave"
Before he could finish his thought I heard the large door being unlocked.
"Thank God, someone was coming to save me," I thought. Instead It was two
more men holding a young woman. All of them were in the same "historic"
clothing that Paul was wearing. Surely they were not all stragglers on the
museum tour. As one man held the woman the other approached Paul and I
hesitating to take a long look at me. Although I had grown a bit accustomed
to Paul's gaze, I was quite embarrassed at the stare from the other man. The
man told Paul that this servant girl had been accused of stealing, and that
they had brought her to extract a confession. She was chained by her neck to
the pillar, as I had been, and required to "disrobe". I noticed as she
stripped that her clothing was quite different, clearly not from 1993. She
was taken to one of the stone cells and was secured by the ankle with a heavy
chain and shackle, their hands roaming her body as they worked. The iron
door was shut leaving the naked girl alone in the bare, stone and iron, cage
with full view of the room. The two men turned the keys over to Paul and
left, but not before taking turns feeling me with Paul's approval.
After some preparation, Paul finally released me from the overhead cuffs and
removed me from the cage. My arms were nearly asleep from being bound for
such a time. I was brought to the center of the room, just in front of the
cell inhabited by the other girl. Somehow I thought this was planned to
embarrass me even more and to give her a taste of what might be in her
future. I was leaned over what appeared to be a sawhorse with a padded
crossmember. My feet were strapped wide apart on one side and my wrists on
the other, leaving my backside quite exposed. Paul moved behind me and
quickly gave me a solid slap on my behind, making me scream in surprise. How
much of this could I take ? I had never felt so exposed in my life, the
stranger spanking my backside and a nude (who knows) 17th Century servant
girl looking on. Slap! Paul's hand again, and again met my ass as the girl
looked on. Finally the spanking stopped and I felt Paul's hand explore my
ass and move between my legs to my most private areas. He was clearly
enjoying my squirming, and I hadn't realized how aroused I had become til I
felt his finger slide easily into my cunt. He must have realized the same
thing, as he continued to massage me as he slid his finger in and out of my
slit. I began to move uncontrollably, writhing in unwelcomed pleasure as the
servant girl looked on. Paul did not let up til I came, after which time he
kissed me gently on the backside. I was released from the sawhorse and
chained, by the neck, to one of the pillars, my wrists tied behind my back.
Paul, or whoever it was that he had become, went to the cell and recovered
the servant girl. She tried in vain to protect her modesty, but a bit of
cord tied her hands behind her and took away any means of covering herself.
Attaching cuffs to her ankles which were secured to adjacent pillars, she
was forced to stand, her legs spread, directly facing me. I was released
from the pillar , my wrists still secured.
"On your knees, slave," came the order.
I hesitated just long enough to incite my master to force me down to my
knees.
"Come here," stated Paul as he pointed to where he stood, just adjacent to
the bound girl.
Awkwardly, due to my bound wrists, I crawled to where he stood and remained
on my knees, not wanting to prevoke another spanking.
"Two of you will be whipped at the public square in the morning. For you,
impertinent servant, punishment, twenty five lashes. And for you Sue
Collins, we shall extract the truth."
I was secured face to face with and in the same position as the servant girl
and we were left for the night in this position.
The next morning the servant and I were dressed in flimsy dresses fashioned
from a light fabric, our wrists were tied behind us and we were joined
together by means of a rope leading between our necks. We were then led up
the long dark stairway from the dungeon to the bright sunlight of the castle
courtyard. As we emerged from the depths I shuddered in fear as I caught
sight the pillory that had been constructed for us. A staging had been
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