The door slammed open, lights turned on and I saw Master Roman stood in the doorway scowling at us with his arms folded. The two school guards appeared from behind him and marched directly over to us, one grabbing Nik and the other grabbing me.
“WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU CALL THIS?!” Master Roman spat with rage.
Before either of us had a chance to answer the guard pulled me off the desk and both started to drag us out of the room by our forearms. They took us down a corridor I wasn’t familiar with until we stopped by a wooden hatch in the floor. Opening the hatch the guard revealed stairs leading into what I initially believed to be a cellar before realising it was the castle’s dungeon.
The underground room was dark, dingy and cold. Both the walls and floor were made from uncovered grey stone, giving a rough texture which scratched the soles of my feet. In each corner there were two heavy metal doors like you’d expect to see on a prison’s solitary confinement cell.
I was dragged towards one of the doors whilst Nik was taken to the other. The guard holding me removed a pair of keys from his tool belt and opened the door before throwing me inside. The room resembled a shoe closest in size and I could just about touch both walls with my hands at the same time. I heard a large bolt lock as the door was closed behind me.
I waited for several hours for somebody to come but I’d been left alone. There was nothing else in the room but a bucket in one corner and a white pillow lying in the middle, which I sat on to protect both my feet and naked body from the sharpness and cold of the uneven rock floor. I’d tried to call out and get Nik’s attention but with no luck — the rooms must have been soundproof.
I’d fallen asleep curled up on the pillow when the door eventually opened and Master Roman stepped inside with both guards, holding a handful of intimidating metal devices. Without any words spoken the guards yanked me up from the pillow and revealed a metal collar which they began to clamp around my neck. Next my arms were pulled behind my back and restrained by a pair of handcuffs. Finally a thick metal chain linked my handcuffs to the collar ensuring my arms were completely immobilised.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Maine” Master Roman stated as the guards left the room and left us alone, shutting the door behind them.
“Yes Sir… I’m sorry, I… We…we didn’t hurt anyone though” I stuttered.
“Then how do you explain the bodily fluid soaking into Lennox’s bed?” he asked. “Now Madam Oona has to clean up the disgusting mess you caused.”
“I…I can clean up the mess instead” I suggested, trying to get myself out of my fast deteriorating situation.
“Does being covered in bodily fluids turn you on?” he asked, seemingly ignoring my suggestion, as he gazed at my chest which was glistening with the juices Nik had impressively squirted on me.
“No Sir” I stated, not liking the sound of where the conversation was going.
“I think you’re lying to me Miss Maine. Young ladies who lie should always be punished” he said in a sinister tone as his hand moved down to his jeans and undid his flies.
“Kneel down” he demanded.
My stomach turned and mouth felt suddenly dry as I expected him to force me to give him a blowjob. When I shook my head in an act of defiance he simply pressed down hard on my shoulders with his large tattooed arms and I unwillingly collapsed to my knees on the pillow, my bound arms taking away my usual balance.
I watched as he pulled his semi-hard cock out from his underwear. Its girth was extremely thick, the shaft veiny and the red bulbous head stared aggressively at me.
I shut my eyes and opened my mouth, waiting for him to invade me.
Moments later a stream of liquid violently hit the back of my throat. Taken off guard, my body’s natural reaction was to swallow. It was a warm sensation and the taste was bitter. I let out a squeal when I realised it was his piss and I opened my eyes wide as I pursed my lips shut.
Without access to my mouth I watched as he guided his cock down my chest, using my nipples as targets and splashing my tits. I tried to turn away but the tightness of the chain between my cuffs and collar restricted my movement. He continued with the journey down my body, sprinkling my pussy and finally soaking the pillow with his yellow urine.
As the stream concluded he shook his beast dry before hiding it back in his trousers. I struggled to comprehend what had just happened as I looked down and watched the urine drip from my tits, a musty smell filling my nostrils and the foul taste lingering on my tongue.
Despite feeling powerless and fighting back the overwhelming desire to cry I mustered up the courage to confront him as confusion and anger bubbled up inside of me.
“You can’t do this!” I stated firmly, “My dad would never have sent me here if he knew how sick and twisted it was.”
Master Roman chuckled and then looked me directly in my eyes.
“Your daddy knows exactly what happens here” he said.
“That’s not true!” I retorted, not believing his words. “And when I get home we’ll use all our money and power to make sure you’re the one locked up like an animal!”
He chuckled again. “Private island in international waters… don’t you bitches listen to anything I say? The only one that’ll be locked up here is you!”
With that he turned around and exited the cell, leaving me exasperated, bewildered, disgusted and defeated.
* * *
The door opened and Master Mal entered the small room.
He was the first person I’d seen since Master Roman left. I’d completely lost track of time but I believed I’d been in isolation for several days. Sleeping on the piss soaked pillow had been repugnant but necessary. The urine had dried on my skin and merged with Nik’s juices; I was a sticky mess. A few bowls of porridge had been pushed through a small hatch in the bottom of the door every so often. With my arms bound behind my back I’d had to lean over and lap the food from the floor like a dog, the tips of my hair getting covered as they got in the way. I’d also had to squat over the bucket in the corner as a toilet which added to the room’s overpowering stench.
“You poor thing” he chimed at me sympathetically as he stepped in front of me kneeling on the pillow, taking my cheek in his hand and stroking it softly.
I was taken back by his unexpected behaviour. I looked up at him in silence as he gazed lovingly back at me. This was the same guy who had forced me to lie on his lap, pull my underwear down and have multiple classmates spank me. I hated him, at least I thought I did.
Looking directly at his face I studied just how handsome he was. His caramel skin and hazel eyes were undeniably attractive and at only a few years older than me he was the type of boy I’d always expected I’d end up with.
Just as I felt myself become embarrassed to be seen by him, my exposed naked body stained with dried bodily fluids and chunks of porridge clumped in my hair, he leant in and kissed me. His kiss was hard and deep, his right hand holding my face in place to prevent me collapsing backwards. His aggressive tongue forced my lips open as he pushed further into me, pulling on my lower lips with his teeth.
In a wave of desire I kissed him back twice as hard. I missed Nik’s caring touch and with the recent abuse I’d faced my body was hungry to be loved again. My arms strained against the shackles, eager to touch him, as if my arms were metal and his thighs were magnets.
As his right hand held my face and his tongue danced with mine I was unaware of what his left hand was getting up to. Without warning he broke our kiss and before I had the chance to fully close my mouth he thrust his penis into it.
“That’s a good girl” he said patronisingly as his hand moved from my cheek to the back of my head to prevent me from expelling his cock.
His pelvis slammed into my face as his hand pulled me close. His cock filled my whole mouth as it effortlessly slid along my tongue, deeper and deeper down my throat until my nose was firmly pressed against his stomach, tickled by his short prickly pubic hair.
I started to gag as he held his cock inside me. Unable to breathe my eyes started to water and I wildly shook my restricted body in desperation. Twenty excruciatingly long seconds later he pulled himself out as I choked and gasped for breath, tears streaming down my face.
Placing his fingers in my orifice he used them as a clamp to keep my mouth open as he tilted my face up to directly look at him towering over me. As our eyes met he spat directly on me, his saliva hitting my cheeks, nose and the back of my mouth.
I snapped my neck down and noticed his cock at my eye level. It looked menacing as it pointed directly at me, hard as a rock, glistening from its dive. It was thinner than Roman’s but longer, the shaft smooth and his testicles in a tight ball looking like they were ready to explode.
“Again!” he demanded as he shoved his cock into my waiting mouth, both hands wrapping round the sides of my head to hold me still, this time thrusting back and forth.
I felt my tongue heat up from the friction of his shaft racing inside me, my throat gurgling as my saliva built-up which acted as further lubrication. Mal’s balls whacked against my chin repeatedly as he fucked my face with all his might, grunting in pleasure.
“I’m cumming!” he declared as he let go of me, pulled his dick out my mouth and shot three bullets of long thick creamy semen at me.
The force of the blasts was considerable. The first landed directly in my left eye causing me to instantly shut it as I felt his goo stick to my eyelid. The second was also a direct hit, this one drenching the middle of my nose as the gloop meandered down it and split into two, half finding the entrance of my nostrils and half covering the top of my lips. With my natural reaction to cover myself I ducked causing his third and final shot to hit my forehead and pull the string of cum across the top of my hair.
I was again left catching my breath and focusing on remaining sat upright, my energy having been zapped. My cheeks ached and my face scrunched up, trying to prevent the cum further covering my eyes or entering my mouth. I was desperate to wipe the mess away with my hands and felt frustrated by my restraints. I felt completely destroyed, defeated and drained.
“You look cute” Mal teased, chuckling to himself as he placed his softening cock back into his tracksuit bottoms and exited the room.