Expectations - Chapter 1

 

I switched the television off, and got ready for bed, I slipped between the sheets, and opened the book. I was excited and thrilled, as I expected not so much my dream to continue, it hadn't for the last two, nights, but for me to find out, what happens. Being Friday night, I did not need to switch my alarm on, no work tomorrow, and I could sleep until the dream ended, hopefully.

My fantasy was to be taken by nubile females, and to be controlled, by them, fulfilling their expectations of a satisfying sexual encounter, with me. So far, I had been, taken by agreement into a female enclave, to provide the sperm they needed to procreate, but it was not, as I imagined. It was exciting and thrilling, with loads of females to fuck, but not the nubile females at the ball, of my second attempt to find out what happened, before my alarm, woke me.

Desperate to find out if, I got to have sex with the females at the ball, I set my mind to those particular females, as I drifted off to sleep.

Just my luck, I was now stood in a medieval dungeon, and looking around at all the equipment they used to extract, a confession.

"Hum, what have we here," a female said, I turned around to look at her.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"That all depends on why, you are down here, in my dungeons?" She asked me.

Slowly the voice came closer, and out of the shadows into the rather dim lighting of, the dungeon. As she closed in on me; I was able to see her more closely. She was about my height, mid five feet, and rotund as they say, but muscular. She was overweight, but it wasn't all, flab.

"I-I have no idea. I-I was, erm, I-I," I stuttered unsure.

"Ah, there you are, Guards, found it. I was just coming down to ask for your very capable assistance, Madam Inquisitor, in finding, the escaped, prisoner. The officers are in trouble for not watching it, more closely. I have never had a prisoner escape, before. I told them to shackle it, and keep a close eye on it, and what do they do? I wish I knew, obviously it is not shackled, and they were not watching over, it.

Seeing as it is already down here in your chambers, will you, interrogate it, for us. It was found in the outer grounds, and said that it did not see the signs, telling it, and everyone else that they were, private. It was also on the way up to the castle, when spotted. I believe it knew there were females in the castle, and planned to sneak in, and fuck as many as possible, against their will. A more despicable individual, I have yet, to meet.

Why sneak through the wooded area, if not to have its carnal way, with the delicate flowers residing within, the castle walls. You, you, you, and you, assist the inquisitor, and if it escapes again, I will have you, flogged," she said in a very, stern voice.

I don't know why, but all of a sudden, I felt threatened, as the four guards approached me looking stern, forceful, it was only a dream wasn't it, yet the fear I felt, was, real enough. The guards, and the first woman I had met formed up into a semi-circle, and approached me slowly menacingly, slowly. I looked at them, and moved back as they approached; there were large gaps between them, but I just moved further and further back, and the gaps reduced, in size. There was still room to make a run, for it, it would mean barging into a female, which goes against the grain, but what other choice was there, as they closed in on me with the fixed stares, and a determined look.

I ran at the gap in front of me, foolishly, I should have realised that area was covered by the woman, who was in charge of the dungeon, the fat woman, but very muscular. She was far more agile than I expected a fat woman, to be. I bent forward, and ran at the gap. I hit a solid wall of muscle, dazed, she lifted me easily, planting my face in her bust, and crushed my head into it, gagging, and suffocating me.

Hands grabbed at my trousers, other hands grabbed at my arms, and planted them up my back, holding me fixed. They were very strong, or I was very weak, either way I was now held, and my shoes, socks, and trousers were being discarded as she literally carried me back, I had been backing off in the direction she, wanted me.

I began to weaken, suffocating, held between her, non-to-small- breasts. We stopped, and she changed her grip, pushing me down onto my knees, and my face now into her groin. Kneeling on a cold metallic surface, I felt the guards, put bands around the souls of my feet. She had moved me to the edge of a platform. The guards tighten the bands across the souls of my feet, holding me. They then added bands over my ankles, and below my knees. She pushed back slightly, and the guards holding my arms up my back moved them to the side as she pushed me back against a hard surface, and straps were fastened around my thighs.

My arms were planted against the solid surface, and bands were fastened around my wrists then she relaxed her grip on me, and I hung my head, panting for breath.

While I panted, I looked at my predicament, and the guards had planted me against a metal wall, but it was curved, with a hole at floor level, through which they had pushed my legs. I must presume more guards were stood on the other side, fixing my feet and legs, in place.

The guards undid the buttons to my shirt, and cut up the sleeves removing the final garment, leaving me naked as the day I was born, and fixed, in place. Before I had recovered enough to look as to where she had me, a length of cotton with a sticky side was placed over my eyes, and they added tape from my forehead down my cheek, over my eyes, blindfolding me. Once they had me blindfolded, they continued to fasten straps over my elbows, shoulders, waist, and chest.

I then heard the clang of metal, as they closed whatever they had me in, over my feet, and spring-loaded clips closed. Then it was another set over my shins, and then a set over my thighs. This time they closed a section at the front, another section was closed over my body up to my shoulders, more sections were closed over my hands, lower arms, and upper arms leaving just my head, neck, and shoulders exposed.

"Thank you guards, I will now complete, securing, my victim," she said, her words did not ease, my anxieties.

She now put a band around my neck, and again the spring-loaded clips sounded as she fastened them, it went down, and partly onto my shoulders which meant that the shoulder sections now fixed, made sure the neck part was not available until you had removed the shoulder section. I heard a metallic clang, and felt a hand on my balls beginning to squeeze.

Open your mouth nice, and wide," she ordered me.

As the vice like grip increased, I opened my mouth wide, and some cloth was stuffed in, and tape was put over the top, sealing it in, gagging me. I heard the metallic clang as the rear section of the head plate was put in place, and the clang of the clamps, and then the front was closed, and again the clang of clamps, but this time there was the snap of padlocks being closed, four of them.

"I will now leave you, to consider your, predicament. My role in this place is to extract the information the senior guard requires, and I am very good, at it. Unlike my predecessor. She managed to kill six of her victims, before they admitted to the crime they were accused of. I, on the other hand, have yet to kill one, before, they confessed.

You see my predecessor was always in a hurry, to get the confession. I on the other hand like the company, it can get lonely down here, all on my own. So, I take, my time.

It is not like war time, when the information is critical. Once convicted, you will in all probability, serve ten years, in our hands, so what is a month or two, of sever, pain, slow, meticulous, agonising, pain? There is no hurry, I can, and do take my time to extract the confession. Did you know that everyone in prison is innocent, that is what they will tell you, but they have all been convicted, in a court of law, and by, their peers.

Finally, the confession is the clincher, but there is evidence, as well, and enough to get a conviction, but there is always that little niggle, the vagaries of the jury, that little element of doubt, a cleaver lawyer can find an I, not dotted, or a T, not crossed, setting a guilty person free, with a confession that, cannot happen.

I will now leave you to consider your, erm, dire, position, one more thing as the rules state, escape, and you are free, cleared of all charges. To be honest that was why the captain of the guard, was so upset that the guards had not made sure you were held. don't worry, you can relax, that will not happen, down here.

That covers everything, I don't think I have missed anything, see you at lunch time, with the kitchen scraps, I will now go, and read your file, as to what the actual accusation is, and find out what the evidence is, against you," she said, and her heels clicked on the stone floor receding as she left me to my anxieties, and miserable state, fixed solidly, in an iron, sarcophagus. Confused, dazed, and befuddled by the speed, and where my face was being held, I was not thinking, I now realised that I was in an iron maiden, but one that made you kneel, while held.

Breathing was not a problem, I had plenty of air, but where it came from, I didn't know. I presumed there were air holes in the face part, apart from that it wasn't that uncomfortable. I was, vulnerable, and fully exposed, behind the iron front, and I was sure there were doors, shall we say, allowing her access to me for, the pain, and probably in, sensitive, areas.

Because of the lonely wait, and perceived anxieties from the suggested pains to come, it was not a comfortable time, while I waited for her to, return.

It was probably only an hour say, but it felt a lot longer before I heard her heels clicking on the floor, approaching me.

"Normally, we slide a plate under the door of the cage we keep the prisoners in, until their trial, once they have confessed that is. With you I decided that you would not be able to eat it, without your hands to feed yourself, so I decided to have it pureed, so that I can spoon, feed you. Beef broth, pork chops, obviously we removed the bone, mashed potatoes, carrots and turnips, and apple crumble, to save time I had it pureed, so that I only feed you one course. I must admit, it looks pretty disgusting, but I will not be eating it, you will. We do need to keep your strength up, for the torture, yet to come.

Finally, you are allowed to eat, if you speak then, you are not eating, and are full, and I will replace the gag, and throw your lunch, away. There is one rule down here, apart from screams of agonising pain, and the confession, I want silence.

There is a good reason for this rule; by the time they are ready to confess they are weak, and hurting so much, that they can't speak loudly, and whisper, their confession, and I need to hear it, as well as the tape recorder, we use in court, to verify that they were the one to confess. Here it comes," she said, and opened the hatch by my mouth, removed the gag, and began to spoon feed me, it was, disgusting.

As a meal, I am sure it was delicious, but when pureed, and put all together in one bowl, and spoon fed to you it was not, nice.

I did, as told, and ate it, accepting she was right, I needed to keep my strength up to enable me to at least try, and escape, if that was the only way to get out of whatever, I had agreed to, in the dream. I ate it a spoonful at a time until I was full.

"I, erm, I am full, thank you, what do I call you?" I asked.

"Come now, just a couple of spoons full left, eat it up," she said, forcing another spoonful into my mouth like a mother feeding, a child.

I managed them, and then she gagged me again, and it was another tasty piece of cloth, she pushed into my mouth. What it was I had no idea, but it was acrid, not a nice taste.

"Excellent, you managed to clear the bowl, good. The next part of your misery is your toilet, we do not want a mess on the floor, so I will now take care of that," she informed me.

I saw her go around the back of the thing she held me in, and I heard a metal door opening then, I flet it, as she began to push something hard, up my arse. It got wider and wider, as she pushed it up, she would twist, and push then, relax, before pushing and twisting again forcing it further and further up, as it got wider and wider, uncomfortably wide, until it narrowed finally, and my arse closed around it, I felt her adding tape down my crack, ensuring it stayed, up.

As for liquids there are drain holes under you, which will allow it to drain away down the drains. Daily, I will give you a shower to rinse you down, clearing any residual, liquids away. Food sorted, waste sorted, security sorted, that just leaves, the confession.

Six guards, caught you entering the restricted area, of the compound. How you managed to get so close, without being spotted, is what I need to know. You manage to avoid all of the traps set to catch anyone entering the wooded area, and the cameras, trip wires, everything, designed to alert us to an, unwanted, visitor.

To top it, you crossed a mine field without getting covered in the dye we use. There is a pop, and the person tripping the mine gets covered, in a pink dye, yet here you kneel without setting anything off, how? Consider that for now, then when caught, you were undoing the locks to the side gate, to make an illicit entry. The internal top bolt, I have informed them that it is quite easy to, unbolt, but as they said the bottom one, is not. How did you intend to open that bolt to gain, access?

I need answers to those questions, how did you avoid the dye mines, in the mine field? How did you intend to unlock the bottom bolt? Perhaps the most important is, how did you avoid all of the security measures in place, to detect an unwanted, visitor?

I do realise you are gagged, and cannot speak, like I said slow, and painful, I will now go away, and allow the pains to begin, the nagging aches and pains, of discomfort, first we slide the legs apart uncomfortably apart, like so," she said, as she pushed my legs apart, until they were so wide apart, I moaned, and shook my head.

"I hope you are getting the idea, I will not do you, an injury, that would mean you would be a burden on the group, as we cared for you, but, a nice, slow pain that increases, exponentially, into agony, hence, torture. It is not the severity of the pain, but the long-lasting, never-ending pains that, weaken, my victims.

Very soon your thighs will begin to ache, the muscles will quiver, and it will not, stop, you try to move to relax the irritation, but can't, it goes on, and on. The only relief is to tell me, what, I need to know.

Added to that the binding agent put in your food will make you feel bloated, uncomfortable, needing the toilet but, nothing comes out, as the internal gripes, begin, at dinner time to avoid you refusing food, which you will probably, try to do, it will be fed to you, but the dam will not burst. As the volume increases, so will the discomfort, and the pain, until it becomes unbearable, and then I will burst the dam, for you, with a laxative, nasty, then bung you up again, for a second time.

On and on it will go until you, confess. We now add to that the other pains; I will inflict, on top of the agony you are in, like nipple clamps. Don't worry I am sure I will be showing you what those are, if you don't know. To begin with I am now going to inject you with a special combination of chemicals, the first is oestrogen. That will make your cock useless, for a period, basically, until I decide to stop, injecting you. This one is a balanced combination of drugs, chemicals, it increases the pains, you will feel, heightening the pain sensors. There is a slight side effect, it makes the bust grow, to enhance them, and while it is at work it increases the senses, mainly the pain receptors.

Please, accept that it is not the side effect I am interested in, but the increase in the level of pain, it creates. I wish we could isolate that particular element, I only need to increase the level of pain, without having to inflict, more pain. Don't worry, very soon you will be wishing you had told me what I wanted to know, now for the second injection. This as I said, is the one that will make the bust grow, but more importantly increase the level of pain, and it goes behind the nipple like so, yes, it does hurt. Now the third one, again, behind the nipple, and finally the last one for now, in the arm, oestrogen.

We will now allow them all to begin to work, oops I almost forgot, the blindfold," she told me.

She put the wad of cotton over my eyes again, sticky side to my eyes, and then tape from my forehead, down to my cheek, ensuring I saw nothing. She added ear muffs, blocking out all sound as well, and then a hood over the whole lot, and fixed my head back in place, with straps. She closed the face plate, leaving me in terror of what was about to happen, and trepidation of the next period of loneliness, whist in some sort of pain, without end.

It couldn't have been more than five minutes after she left me that my thighs began to argue at being pulled wide apart, and supporting my weight from the sides as they began to quiver and shake, just as she had said they would do, and I could not get them to stop. It didn't hurt, but it was an irritation I could not get free, of. Not long after that began, my bowel began to object, minor irritations you normally deal with simply, but I couldn't, I just had to kneel there, and suffer them, as they grew, in intensity.

I accepted that they were increased by not only the injections as she had said, but by my own mind. Blindfolded, and without hearing, I was isolated, with nothing to occupy my mind other than the pain I was in, which also seemed to increase the intensity, or degree, of pain.

Why I was glad, when she came to me, and removed the thing that blocked out my hearing? I don't know, it usually meant a speech or pain for me, but being isolated, is also a means, of torture, well to me at that point in time, it was.

"Sorry about disturbing you, while you rested, prior to me starting the actual pain, but we have another victim for me to question, and I need this area for that job. So, we will wheel you into your cage, and leave you there, while I interview, them. I will require the ear muffs, while I put them in the same position, ready for the interview, we do have two of everything else, and will not need to disturb you, again," she told me.

I felt the sarcophagus moving, as they wheeled me from that place into what she called, my cage. I felt it drop, as they lifted the wheels planting it firmly on the ground, inside the cage, I must presume.

I also heard the cage door clang shut, and them locking it, then silence for a minute or so.

"Hello, Miss Jones, I believe; welcome to my domain, it is lacking the niceties of your accommodation, like curtains at the windows, and a door for privacy, but it is very functional, and I, like it. For your indiscretions earlier, you were told to desist from sexual encounters, yet here you are having tried to escape into a world of sexual, gratification.

What part of; 'you are being punished for fucking the entire village, outside, of the walls' has yet to register. A relaxation in the restrictions placed upon the community, is not an excuse to fuck anything, in trousers. For that mistake, you were put in a chastity device for a month. Then told to control your urges in that direction, for another month. Two weeks in, and what do you do? You try to escape, and take advantage of the local males, in the village. Isn't a weekly trip into the village enough to satisfy, those urges?" The woman asked her.

"Obviously not, that, was why I tried to escape, not that we are prisoners in here, but once a week, come on. I would dry up in that time, waiting for our weekly treat. As if it was a treat, it is a fact of life, and I need it every day, not as dispensed, like medicine. I joined the community to get free of the restraints of society, believing that I would be free to fuck daily, as I desired," Miss Jones replied.

"Correction, you agreed to join us, when your mother said that it was that, or prison, and believe me, the promiscuity prison, is a lot harder than here. There you do not get it from being locked up, until you leave, and then they make you wear a chastity belt for, another month. Here we try to wean you off the desire for sex daily, in your case three times a day after meals. We did begin, according to your record, with a daily visit then, we reduced it to three times a week then, to twice a week, and finally, to once, a week. We have not deprived you of your needs, unreasonably, slowly, lowering your dependence, on the need for, a fuck," the woman said.

"It's my dad's fault, he fucked anything in a skirt, and I have inherited his, gene. I am being punished, for his infidelity, and randy nature," Miss Jones said, petulantly.

"You are female, and can control, your urges, that is what we are trying to educate you in, are the group sessions, not helping you?" the woman asked her.

"Fuck off bitch, like sitting listening to miserable old witches, moaning on and on, helps. I need cock, and regularly. I know this was a monastery, before they were booted out, two hundred years ago, but I have not taken a vow of, chastity," Miss Jones said.

This was quite interesting to me, a randy young male, being held in a prison where there was a nymphomaniac, the situation was ideal. I just had to get her in my cell, and the sparks would fly, as I fucked the arse, off her.

It also eased my current predicament, as I listened intently, to the conversation, but then it all changed, as they fixed her in the iron maiden gagging her as they fixed her in place, and my miseries returned with a vengeance.

"Funnily enough, I have a male in their cage, and they know what it is like to be a victim of mine, as I now inject your breast with the serum to increase the misery of being, a guest of mine, and the injection to bung you up, we don't want a mess for you to clean up, in your case, do we? The guards have inserted the butt plug so that is you bunged up and feeling uncomfortable, but it will soon change into anguish as the pains grow and grow into agony.

My questions for you are one, did you open the side door into the woods? Two, how did you manage to get into the woods, unseen? Three, in return for the information; I will glue you to a male I already have in here, for the night, with his cock up you, and you can fuck him as many times as you desire, he will be tied down, and unable to object, while you ride his erect, cock, would you like that?" The woman asked her.

"I don't just fuck anything, I do choose, my partner," she said.

"That was not the answer I wanted, it was meant to be yes, or no, gag her, then, I will ask again. Speak before I have you gagged, you will have two choices yes, or no, then. To avoid the misery he is in, bunged up, and aching constantly. He will have the added ache, of a cunt resting on his cock, which will also, not die, because of the injection I can give him, while you, ride his cock, over and over. It may also cure you, with an excess of what you, desire.

This will help me weaken him, so, I am willing to assist you, getting what you desire most, apart from his cock being hard, for the whole night, and up you, he also will be suffering the pains of being bunged up, and the butt plug also, vibrates. Tired, weary, from lack of sleep, and in pain, he will confess, and tell me what I want to know. He has only been given the first injection of the course, so it will not affect him immediately, and with the injection in his cock it will have no, effect. He made it through the mine field, and didn't trigger any of the dye triggers. He had help from inside, it is the only way, and I want to know who, helped him?" the woman asked the victim.

"How long? You said all night, but the night's length depends on when you go to bed, and get up, so an hour, or it could be worthwhile, and last for twelve hours, which is it?" Miss Jones asked the woman.

"You are in no position to barter, but I agree the length does depend on when you go to bed, and or, get up, so say eight hours, as a minimum, the accepted time, in bed, asleep," the woman said.

"Hum eight hours of unadulterated sex, and all I have to do is tell you how, I made it out of, the compound. OK, you have a deal, I will tell you half, say, and then after the night, I will tell you, the balance, to make sure we don't cheat, each other," Miss Jones, suggested.