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Hell Hath No Fury – Part 2 – A Prisoner
I came to, I don’t know how long I had been unconscious. As I gradually regained my senses, I had a terrible awakening. I was stark naked, and was standing up, and hanging from my wrists against a stone wall. My head ached, as did my arms and legs. I was in heavy wrist irons, which were attached to the wall. I stretched, and realised that I could only stand, fairly straight. My ankles were also in heavy irons, which were attached to the wall as well, about two foot apart. Worst of all, however, I had a very heavy iron collar on, which only allowed me to keep my head up, and did not allow me to turn my head more than a couple of inches.
I surveyed what I could see of the dungeon, and you could only describe it as such. There were implements of torture all around. There were stocks, a cross, a post, chains hanging from the ceiling, and a couple of very small cages. On the wall was a rack of whips and many other leather items that I could not fully understand.
My throat was very dry, and I felt incredibly tired, as well as frightened. What was Carol up to, this was not like her one bit.
The light in the dungeon was very dim, and there was no natural light, as far as I could see. I decided to wait ( I had no other choice), and would confront carol when she returned. I waited and waited, and felt my temper rising.
I don’t know how long I was kept there, but it seemed a very long time. Eventually, I heard the door being unlocked, and was ready to vent my spleen. It was not carol, but Rose, who I had been so briefly introduced to. She was about 50 years old, quite small, with dark hair in a very tight bun. She was wearing an all grey uniform. Grey jacket, grey shirt, black tie, grey long skirt, and black boots.
I shouted at her, ‘let me go, immediately’
Rose quietly came across to me and smacked me across the face, very hard. ‘ Shut up prisoner, or I will shut you up’
‘ I told you, let me go this minute, you cant keep me here’
For my pains, I received another blow to my face, and she quietly went to the wall rack.
She returned with a ball gag. She stuffed the gag in my mouth as I started to shout again. She then secured the gag with a strap behind my neck, and another across the top of my head. ‘There now, you will shut up’, she said, quietly.
‘You have failed your first test as a prisoner’ ‘I was going to let you have a drink, but as you can’t shut up, you can’t have drink either’
‘ Now, I am going to tell you the rules of this prison, where you will spend the remaining days of your life’
She went back to the table, and got out, and lit, a large cigar.
She came back to me, the cigar clamped in her teeth. Blowing a huge cloud of smoke in my face, she began to tell me about the rules.
She told me that I was now a medieval prisoner, who totally belonged to the Mistress. She told me she was the Mistress’ assistant and gaoler. She informed me that I must never speak, unless I am spoken to, and that I was to refer to her as Madam, and Carol as Mistress. I must use those terms at all times, when I am lucky enough to be allowed to speak at all. She told me that this was life sentence for upsetting the Mistress, and that I would be here purely for the Mistress’ amusement, and for her friends. She told me that the Mistress enjoyed torturing men, and that so did she. She said that she had been a professional dominatrix for thirty years, and was an absolute expert in ensuring pain, but not death. She told me that death would be what I would be begging for in quite a short time.
She then said she was going to leave me like this for the night, and would see if I had become more obedient in the morning.
At that, she left the dungeon, turning off the dim lights, and I heard the door being shut and locked.
I was left wuith my thoughts, and they were not at all pleasant.
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