Ecstasy in the Castle Of Death

'You look incredibly sexy, Mistress Julie,' said Katya, 'If you don't mind, I'll go and attend to Mistress Jane.'

I sat and fiddled around with ear-rings and make-up, then heard Jane open my door. I turned to see her looking fantastic, in a shimmering silver backless gown. Sleeveless, its bodice was so loose that when she bent over to see my ear-rings, her lovely breasts were completely uncovered.

'Oh, Julie, I feel so naked,' she said, unnecessarily.

'I think it's intended that we both get fucked tonight, darling,' I said, 'And I'm sure you had a preliminary taste in the shower.'

'And you didn't? Christ, I could hear you moaning.'

'Touché!' I replied.

We went down to the great dining hall, holding our skirts up so that we didn't trip and make an undignified entrance.

As we entered, hand-in-hand, the Count turned to see us, elegant in tuxedo.

'Ah, our lovely English-speaking guests! I trust we are treating you well, ladies?'

'Yes, thank you, sir,' I said, doing my best to do a little curtsy.

'I know you came to do a little research,' he said, 'But I think Danica has hinted at some possibilities we see for you both, and if you prove able to act in our films, your English would be a great asset.'

'I wonder if they scream in English?' I heard someone mutter, and turned to see a raven-haired beauty dressed in a clinging black silk sheath, regarding me frankly. I smiled at her, but her expression was unchanged. Not for the first time, I wondered what we might be getting into.

The Count clapped his hands and we all took our places for dinner. Again, I was placed next to Danica, and her hand was soon exploring my thigh. This time it had more success, finding the ribbon of my panties, and quickly flipping the bow undone. Almost without thinking, I responded by tugging open the ribbon at the other side, then slightly raised my buttocks so that Danica could pull the flimsy panties through the slit. Without so much as a glance at me, her fingers found their way through the lace-fringed slit in my dress where the bow had been, and I parted my legs just a little, trying hard not to gasp too obviously as her probing fingers found my growing, hardening clitoris. By then I was soaking wet, and she slid three expert fingers deep, deep into my cunt.

I have to confess that there have been times when I have faked orgasms, but trying to conceal one was altogether more difficult - I somehow managed to feign a coughing-fit.

When it was time to rise from the table, I realised to my acute embarrassment that my little trimmed sliver of pubic hair was clearly visible through my transparent gown, as, of course, were my nipples, perched on top of the platform-bra. Worse still, the Countess drew attention to the fact almost immediately, saying, 'Before we commence training, we shall need to get rid of that unsightly hair, my dear.' I thought half the world was listening, but nobody actually seemed to take much notice.

We stood around with drinks for a short while, during which I fllt terribly self-conscious about my near-nakedness, but then Danica came and caught Jane and I together, saying, 'The Countess wishes to speak with you in her office. Please follow me.' We obeyed, like sheep, and found the Countess sitting in an armchair, long legs elegantly crossed under her Versacce gown, her hair dressed in an elaborate style, smoking a long thin cigarette in a gold holder. She didn't invite us to sit.

'If you indeed wish to be trained, as Danica seems to think, you must sign the consent forms on the table over there,' - she nodded towards a gilt-trimmed table with papers on top - 'Then tomorrow you will be taken to the training centre, where you will remain until you are deemed to be prepared to act in our films - is that clear?'

'Yes, Madam,' I answered, and Jane mumbled her assent too.

'Good, then sign, and go and have a good night's sleep.' She smiled briefly then, as we both signed the forms without really knowing what we were letting ourselves in for. I reasoned that anywhere so obviously oppulent couldn't be all bad.

Next morning, at what seemed a very early hour, Katya knocked and came in with coffee and rolls. Fifteen minutes later she was back, and Jane and I were told to follow her, wearing nothing more than our bathrobes and mules, down the long, stone corridors to what we now knew were the film studios. But she led us past the entrance we had used before, to big, rather forbidding doorway, where she rang a bell. The door was opened by a woman we had never seen before, tall and slim, with short black hair, wearing a blue corset which looked cruelly tight, and a matching knee-length satin skirt, also extremely tight. Her needle heels rang on the stone floor as she led us into a big room. Katya had disappeared, obviously having carried out her duty. I found that I was shivering, but it wasn't cold.

I took in the surroundings. On my left the whole wall was lined with mirrors, against which were chairs which looked like hairdressers,' and behind them were two more chairs with stirrups like those in an obstetrician's. Over on the right a big walk-in bath steamed pleasantly, then there were more mirrors, drawers and cupboards.

The tall woman turned to face us, and I saw that she was older than I had thought - maybe in her early forties - but very sexy.

'My name is Nadya, but you will address me, during your training, as "Mistress Nadya," and obey my instructions,' she looked hard at us, 'Do you have questions?'

We both shook our heads. She clicked her fingers and two very attractive girls appeared, both wearing only stockings, heels and garter-belts.

'Ilinca and Sorina,' Nadya addressed them, in rapid Romanian, 'You will prepare Jane and Julie, please, they are to be trained.' She switched to English, 'The girls are also in training, as you may see.' She took the taller, darker-haired of the two, Ilinca, by the hand, and spun her around so that we could see her back, which was a mass of red welts - she had obviously been flogged cruelly in the recent past.

Before we had time to give this any thought, however, we had been divested of our robes, and led one by each girl, to the bath, where we were soaped and washed gently from head to foot in water at perfect temperature.

'I do so like to be pampered,' I whispered to Jane. But her eyes were wide when she turned to look at me. 'But do you like the idea of being whipped like... like... her?' She pointed at Ilinca.

'I really don't know,' I replied. Call me weird if you will, but I'd long had fantasies about being tied to a stake and whipped. Now I'd seen the results at first hand, it was true, I wasn't sure.

After we had been towelled off we were led not to the hairdressing chairs, but the chairs with stirrups, where the first stirrings of fear came to me when my ankles were strapped into the stirrups. The two girls, giggling, then produced foam and razors, and we were systematically depilated, every vestige of hair removed from our pussies, right up into the cracks of our bottoms. After smoothing cream into the newly-shaved area, and Sorina seemed to enjoy working her fingers around my pussy and anus, both girls left, and we waited a few minutes.

'What now?' said Jane, but before I had time to answer, a white-coated plump woman of around fifty came in carrying a case, which she put on a table between us, and opened, showing a display of gleaming stainless steel instruments. She said not a word, but turned straight to me, and stepped between my legs, then bent to study my newly-shaven crack. As she did so, she was slipping on surgical gloves. I looked down apprehensively as she felt around the top end of my slit, and located my clitoris, which seemed to be shrivelled with fear.

'Relax,' she said in Romanian, and I felt the expertise of her fingers working some kind of magic as my clit actually atarted to respond to her touch.

'I find this helps,' she said, and produced a slim vibrator, which she slid gently into my cunt, and turned the knurled knob to set it buzzing. It helped, a lot!

In no time at all, she had my clit between thumb and forefinger and I felt a sudden sharp, agonising pain as her piercing tool penetrated my most sensitive organ. I think I came, there and then, and practically blacked out with the pain - or was it pleasure? But when she showed me her handiwork with a hand-mirror, my clitoris was decorated with a silver ring just less than an inch in diameter.

Jane was trembling like a leaf before the woman approached her, but, like me, she was soon set at rest. Unlike me, though, her clit wasn't big enough to take a piercing and it was her protective hood that bore the ring.

After this, the woman left, and we were alone for a while, until Ilinca and Sorina came and led us, still naked, to the hairdressing chairs, where we were further pampered, our hair groomed, make-up expertly done, and long false nails fitted. Truth to tell, it wasn't an unpleasant sensation at all, being tended like this - the temperature was pleasant, and the girls' hands felt knowing and smooth, at least on my skin.

When they had finished, Nadya reappeared, with small piles which she set beside each of us. They consisted of a pair of long white stockings, a minimal white satin garter belt, and a pair of shoes. The shoes were strappy stilettos, with very high metal heels. The girls helped us on with them, and Nadya came and stood between us, speaking careful, accented English.

'You will wear these clothes and nothing else all day while you are in the training centre, except for the collar and bracelets I am going to put on you. At night, you will sleep naked, but your wrists will be chained to the bed. Do you understand?'

'Yes, but why?' I said.

'First, you will address me as Miss Nadya. Second, you will not question the rules, but as you do, it is to prevent you from pleasuring yourself at night. That, you will only do when we wish.' She paused, then clicked her fingers, so that one of the girls handed her two bejewelled silver collars, which she clipped around our necks. I noticed that each seemed to fit perfectly, and had a thick metal ring set into it, at the front. Again Nadya held out her hand and was passed matching bracelets, wide, but quite pretty, with some sort of gems set into their surfaces, and again with stout rings projecting from them.

'Good,' she said, as if satisfied with what had been done to us, 'You may stand up now.'

When we were on our feet, Nadya clipped a chain leash onto each of our collars, and handed the other ends to Ilinca and Sorina. She then led them out, her paces restricted by the tightness of her skirt, and we were obliged to follow. No word was spoken, as we left by a door opposite to the one we had entered by. Glancing at my friend being led out by Sorina, I couldn't help finding the sight incredibly erotic - she looked beautiful, her small, firm breasts jutting proudly, naked, as she walked, the sheer height of her heels making her sway provocatively.

Fascinated, though, I watched Ilinca's back, as she led me, the livid red wheals standing out against her pale flesh. That should have made me scared, but, for some reason I didn't want to think about, I found the whole scenario exciting beyond belief, and felt a wetness between my legs as I followed the Romanian girl along another stone corridor. We emerged into what looked like a facsimile of the dungeon we had been shown in the main body of the castle, except that there was a good deal of filming equipment, with gantry and microphones, and some sophisticated-looking lighting apparatus.

Nadya turned to face us, 'You will have noted that, although Ilinca has been whipped, Sorina has as yet not had that pleasure.' She smiled nastily. 'The first part of your training, my dear Jane, will be to rectify that omission.' Jane looked quite horrified as she took in what Nadya was saying. 'You mean... I have to... whip her? But I couldn't do that, I just couldn't!'

'You can, and you will, or your own fate will be very much more harsh, I can promise you.' Nadya turned to me, 'Come, Julie, I will show you how she is to be chained.' She unclipped the leash Ilinca had held from me, and I followed her across to a corner of the studio/dungeon.

A thick metal chain hung from a beam, with a snap-link at its end.

'Now,' she said, Take Sorina's wrist-cuffs, and clip them to the link. You will have to reach high.' I did, indeed have to stand on tip-toe to accomplish the feat, even though Sorina was slightly shorter than I was. When I had finished, she was only just able to touch the floor with her feet, and then only because of her high heeled platform shoes.

I felt Nadya's musky, perfumed presence, close beside me, when she had handed a slender, long-handled, braided leather whip to Jane, who looked aghast.

Sorina, on the other hand looked quite serene, almost contemptuous, as she looked at Jane, as if daring her to use the instrument.

'Sometimes we have the victim's legs separated with what we call a spreader-bar, but I want you to concentrate on her back, my dear. Maybe a few strokes on her buttocks and upper thighs, but mainly her back, do you understand?'

Jane nodded dumbly.

'Then you may begin,' said Nadya, and Jane gave a feeble waft of the whip, just kissing the girl's soft back.

'And just what do you call that?' said Nadya, 'I want her whipped, do you hear!'

Jane drew back her arm and her next stroke was more positive, making an audible 'crack' as it struck Sorina just below the shoulder blades, but Nadya was not satisfied, and, stepping forward, struck Jane a hard, stinging slap across the face with the flat of her hand, shouting, 'Now whip her, you cunt. I want to see red welts from each stroke. If not, your own first whipping will be so much the worse, I promise you!'

Jane now knowing she had no option, lashed Sorina viciously, the snaking thong curling around the girl's narrow waist, and drawing a gasp from her as it drew a vivid red line on her pale flesh.

I sensed that, as the lash fell ever more cruelly on Sorina's naked back, Nadya had moved around behind me, and suddenly her hands were cupping my breasts, the blood-red nails scratching at sensitive flesh, her thumb and forefinger tugging at my hardening nipples. A gasp escaped my lips and I heard a low chuckle behind me, as her body pressed against mine, her satin skirt an erotic touch against my naked buttocks. As Jane warmed to her task, and seemed to be taking pleasure from inflicting pain on Sorina, whose back was quickly becoming liberally striped, I felt Nadya's hand trace down, down over my belly, and tug at the ring in my clit, still very sore so soon after the piercing. I let out an involuntary little scream, but the fingers were already spreading my pussy apart, and I parted my legs in response, feeling the welcome invasion into my hot,wet cunt. My eyes were rivetted on the punishment being meted out before me, and I really think at that moment I envied Sorina, and knew that I should not rest until it was my own turn to be whipped. My orgasm came almost instantly, my legs turning to jelly, then Nadya pushed me away disdainfully.

'You are a real slut,' she said, then turned to Jane and told her to desist and told Ilinca to take down her friend, and tend her wounds. When I looked at Jane's face, I saw that it bore an expression of shame, mixed with something else I couldn't interpret. I went and took her hand. It was shaking.

'I actually enjoyed that,' she said in a tiny voice, looking down at her feet, 'I wanted to hurt her!' I didn't know what to say - I doubted I'd enjoy doing the whipping, but I knew that I was looking forward to the moment when I was writhing under the lash myself.

Leashes were again clipped to our collars and Jane and I were both led from the room by Nadya, and into some sort of a dining room, where I smelt food, and realised I was hungry, it had been a long time since breakfast.

There was a long table, and sat at it already were three extremely attractive girls, all dressed as we were, and I saw immediately that the two whose backs were towards me had been flogged, red stripes showing against their pale skin. All the girls stopped eating and turned to greet us, but I didn't recognise the language they spoke.

'These are our Czech and Hungarian girls,' Nadya told me, and they are about to complete their training.' She made no effort to introduce them by name, but clicked her fingers, and they all left the table, seeming to have difficulty getting up from their chairs, but leaving their plates still with food on them, and scurried off out.

I saw why they had found it awkward to get up. Each chair was equipped with a long, polished wooden dildo, projecting at an angle from the junction of the seat and the back of the chair. There was no doubt, from its angle, that it was an anal device, and I shuddered to think how such a large object would penetrate my anus, as Nadya signalled that we were to take our places on two of the chairs, and a little Asian-looking girl came in and replaced the plates of food with new ones.

Starting well forward, I eased my way ever so gently onto the dildo, letting it penetrate me slowly and smoothly, distending my anus and causing me to moan and squirm as the unyielding instrument forged past my delicate sphincter. Once I was fully impaled I didn't know how I could possibly concern myself with food, but I was hungry, nonetheless, and had to eat something, even though every slight movement to reach for a utensil or whatever brought a new, erotic sensation. Across the table, I saw Jane's face, distorted in something that may have been pain, or ecstasy?

I stopped eating for a moment, and almost immediately felt a stinging pain between my shoulder blades. Glancing around, I saw that Nadya was wielding a loop of what looked like electrical flex.

'You must eat!' she said. I did as she told me. When our plates were clean, we were permitted to leave the table. As I pulled off the dildo, I left it behind with an audible 'plop.' I felt as if I had been severed in two.

Nadya signalld for Ilinca and the freshly-wounded Sorina to clip our leashes in place and lead us back out to the 'hairdressing salon' where we had been pierced and made up such a short while ago. Once again placed in chairs, stripped of our stockings, our ankles in stirrups, I wondered what they had in store for us. I didn't have long to think, as the two girls produced long plastic tubes, which they connected to fawcets placed above each chair, which I hadn't previously noticed. Then Ilinca shoved the nozzle at the other end of my tube unceremoniously up my arsehole. I was to have my very first enema!

The sensation was like nothing I had ever known, as my whole body seemed to be filled with warm soapy fluid, and when Ilinca, giggling, pulled out the tube, and held a bowl between my legs, I felt as if I was having an all-time record shit, with all the pleasure that goes with that. I glanced at Jane, and her pretty face registered pure ecstasy. I could scarcely believe the feeling of well-being that came afterwards, as the girls led us once again to the bath and bathed us, then laid us on tables and massaged us both with scented oils.

Nadya then appeared and told us to put on our 'uniforms' of suspender-belts, stockings and heels, then we had our leashes clipped on, and were led to a corner of the studio, where two padded 'horses' awaited us. They were roughly trianglar, but with flattened tops, body-width, with big steel rings set near their bases at each end. Before I had the chance to take in any detail, a black blindfold was tied around my head. I could see absolutely nothing, as I was manoeuvred into place, my ankles clipped to the rings at one side of the 'horse' then I felt myself shoved over the top, so that the blood rushed to my head, and my outstretched arms were secured by the wrists to the rings below. It was designed so that my buttocks were presented at the highest point. Then I felt something unexpected. My knees were forced apart by two brackets I hadn't seen, at the sides of the 'horse,' accompanied by a rachet-like sound. As my knees were parted, my slit widened, and became really exposed. I felt hands, then, gently stroking my arse-crack, feeling my pussy too, and bringing the familiar feeling of arousal, despite the fear of the unknown.