Black Knights, Dark Dungeon

by Powerone

  “There weren’t many soldiers, about ten or so, most of them at the gate to the castle. The village had about sixty people or so men, but most of them are past their prime or children. Nighttime would be best to attack, just as the sun sets and most go home to eat.” The scouts had spent a full day watching the village. It would be defenseless against them.

  “How about Lord Harkin’s woman, did you see them?” This is what William wanted to know about.

  “She is beautiful, a young thing with a nice body. She has pale skin but red hair. I’ve never seen a red-haired bush.”

  “Was anyone with her?”

  “Yes, two other lovely girls. One of them has honey-blonde hair and one has brown hair. Their bodies rival their mistress.” He’d stroked his cock until he shot off in the high grass when he watched them.

  “It makes the plan easier.” William was pleased with three lovely females to enjoy. It would make it easier for him to convince Caitlin to indulge in his perverted acts, using them as leverage to get what he wanted. “Get the men ready. We’ll set off by land. The ships will take the bay as soon as we launch the attack.”

  * * * *

  The guard sat down next to the gate, a glass of ale and a plate filled with lamb and vegetables. He put his sword down next to him and began to enjoy his dinner. Guard duty wasn’t much trouble, more boredom than anything else. At least the food was good. The other two guards went home for dinner, he was the only bachelor, but their wives fed him well.

  They snuck up on him silently; two of them, but it was too easy. There was only one guard and his throat was slit while his mouth was filled with meat. The blood rushed down his cloak, and the gurgling sounds were the last sounds from his mouth. He slumped onto the ground. One of them men took a bite off his plate. “He eats too well, he’s fat and sloppy.” They manned the gates to makes sure they stayed open as the rest of the men approached.

  A horn broke the silence of the growing night. The sun set in the sky as lights glowed from inside the hovels and the castle windows. Someone yelled out in panic as the horn rang out the dangers. It was too late for the people of the village. They raced out of their hovels, unprepared for what met them.

  William joined in the melee, enjoying the slaughter as well as the next man. He didn’t fear for his life; he was an expert swordsman. He took the first two men with ease, slicing off the head of one and gutting the other. He saw the shocked looks on their wives’ faces, but he had no quarrel with them, sparing their lives. They would regret his decision when his men had their way with them. They would stay the night in the village, though William would take his captives to the ship where he could enjoy all the pleasures that he had in the cargo hold. There would be no quick rescue for the village.

  His men cut their way through the village and then into the gates of the castle, his men stood guard to keep the gates up as they advanced on the castle. A few arrows shot down from the walls, but it already grew dark and they weren’t very easy targets. He dispatched three men up the turrets to silence the bowmen.

  Men rushed out with swords in their hands but were met by cutthroats that cut them down before they got very far. They were seamen, not soldiers. The soldiers had left them defenseless, assuming they were safe. William made his way into the castle. It was big, so it would take a while to find his prey, but there was no escape for them.

  Elan rushed to Caitlin’s bedroom, the first to get there. It took Orla a minute longer, but she had two soldiers with her, though they didn’t look like they could do much. They were young and inexperienced, and you could see the fear etched in their faces. “We must hide in the secret room. They’ll not find us there.”

  “Stay behind to protect us,” Elan told the two men as the five of them ran softly down the deserted hallway. She could hear the screams of terror and pain along with the cries of celebration from the invaders as they moved closer inside the castle. The castle had fallen, and their only hope was that they wouldn’t be found and the invaders would take what they came after and leave. Elan prayed for the souls outside.

  They made it to the last room in the hallway, opening up the door to the large room that was Lord Harkin’s office. Behind the large family crescent flag that draped one wall was the small door. It creaked open slowly, and the dank air was released. “Get in,” she urged Caitlin and Orla.

  It was dirty and smelly, but it was safe. Caitlin pushed to the back and found the small candle but didn’t light it. They would use it later when they thought it was safe.

  Elan was the last one to get in. She spoke to the two soldiers. “Go back to the stairway and fight them off.” She knew they wouldn’t survive, and she could see that they had the same realization on their faces. “Do it for Lord Harkin O'Donoghue, your master.”

  Elan crawled inside the small room as the two men closed the rock door that sealed it. The light was gone and they were plunged into darkness. The three of them huddled together as they awaited their fate. The room was hot, little air, but it was better than the fate they met outside.

  “We’ll be okay; they won’t find us here,” Caitlin tried to reassure the others.

  It was just about over, the bloodshed let up and the rest of the people surrendered, even the men. They were herded like animals, the men separated from the women as William’s men began to pick the women that would serve their sexual pleasures. They found many, some married, but sure, they found a few unmarried virgins to pluck. The men were tied up and placed in the courtyard where a few men could guard them. The women were herded off to the main room in the castle where they would serve the pleasure of their conquerors and all would see them perform.

  William took six men up the stairs to the bedrooms in pursuit of his prize. As they approached the stairs, they saw the two soldiers gaze down the stairway at them, fear etched in their young faces. “Take them alive, I want them to talk but make sure they feel the pain of their surrender.” The two soldiers weren’t worthy adversaries for William’s skills. His most inexperienced man could take them without any trouble.

  “Don’t come any closer, or we’ll slay you,” the soldier’s voice stammered nervously as he saw the six men come at them up the stairs. They held swords out in front of them; some of them still sported the red bloods of their friends.

  “So they’re slayers, we should retreat,” one of William’s soldiers laughed out loudly. “Seize them!”

  The two soldiers held their ground with dignity as the men rushed them, but they were brought to their knees without too much trouble. They expected their lives to be crushed by the first blow, but instead, they felt the pain as blades slashed their bodies; each soldier received at least six blows that tore through their flesh and muscles before they crumbled to the ground. The sharp point of swords pressed into the neck as they trembled in fear and pain. Blood rushed from their wounds, but none serious enough to kill them, yet they were all painful.

  William walked up to the two men. He picked the one he thought was the weakest. “Put his hands on the railing.” Two men grabbed his arms and shoved him up until he kneeled near the railing, his hands forced out so his fingers fanned out on the wide railing. “Where are the women?”

  “Spare me, I know of no women up here. They are all gone, your men must have captured them by now,” he pleaded.

  William nodded and the man’s scream rose up high as one of his men cut off his index finger with his sharp blade. Blood began to spurt out, but they’d do nothing to stop it.

  “OOOOWWW!” His body went into shock when he looked down and his finger was gone. The pain shot to his brain as he watched the red lifeblood run from the wound.

  “Where are the women?”

  “Gone, sir, spare me,” he begged, but then, he was forced to watch as the blade came down; this time, it took off two more fingers all the way down to the knuckles. “OOOOWWWW!” He could feel the life flowing from his body, as he grew cold. They held his hand as his heart pumped out his blood from the spurting wounds.


  “The women; show me where they are hidden.” He didn’t even wait for an answer. His soldier cut off his hand at the wrist. The soldier fell to the ground, but he was dead before his head cracked on the hard floor.

  William looked at the other soldier, his body trembled, and his trousers were wet with his urine. “Would you like to tell me where they’re at? If not, I think my soldiers will cut off your balls and your cock and make you eat them until you choke on them and die.”

  “I’ll show you. Will you spare me?”

  “Yes, but be quick about it. I’m losing my patience.” They followed him down the hallway until they got to a room. William opened the door, and they looked inside to make sure that there were no more soldiers inside. “Where are they?” William whispered so no one hiding inside would hear them. He didn’t want to have to drag them out.

  “Behind the banner there is a small door.”

  “Go to it and open it. Tell them the invaders are gone and it’s safe to come out.”

  They moved quietly as the soldier pulled back the banner and slowly opened the door.

  They heard a noise and the door started to open. Caitlin held the knife in front of her. The light started to come in and then she saw him. It was one of the soldiers that guarded her. He was wounded, but he was alive.

  “Come out, you’re safe now. They’ve gone.” He lied to them, shivering as he felt a sword stick into his balls from behind.

  “Are you sure?” Elan was nervous. It was too soon.

  “Yes, we fought them off, but I’m the only one to survive. Come, quickly, we’ll go out the back and escape in case they come back.”

  One by one, they started to go out. Elan was the first, checking for her mistress. She knew they were betrayed as soon as she stepped outside, confronted by six men, their swords pointed at her.

  Caitlin stopped, knowing something was wrong. She grabbed Orla before she could get out.

  “Come out, or I’ll slit the neck of this lovely girl,” William ordered her. He had no plans of harming such delicious female flesh, at least not until he had a taste of it. But the soldier that protected them, William had no further use for him. He slit his throat and pushed him until he fell in front of the open door. “Your female friend is next, and I assure you, it wouldn’t be quick like that one. I’ll make it slow and painful for her so you can watch every agonizing moment of her death.”

  Caitlin would never let anything happen to Elan because of her. There was no escape from the room. “Don’t hurt her, we’re coming out.” Caitlin was the first to come out, followed by Orla. They saw the men and knew they were in trouble.

  “What do you want from us?”

  “You’re coming with us. Your husband, Lord Harkin, has been troublesome and King Henry II is dissatisfied. He has instructed me to handle the matter, and I thought capturing Lord Harkin’s wife would make him more amenable to ending his rebel conflict with the English.”

  At least she knew he was alive, but she feared these men. She saw the way that they killed the soldier without provocation except to make an example of him. “Are you to be a gentleman with us?”

  “As much as I like to think of myself as a gentleman, I’m more a man. A man that has desires, dark desires. I have an insatiable appetite in the more perverse pleasures of men and women, and I’m going to enjoy the most degrading acts on the three of your lovely bodies.”

  “We’ll never consent to such acts; we’re ladies.” Caitlin said it defiantly.

  “But of course, I would expect nothing more from ladies of your fine caliber. For that reason, I have outfitted the hold of my ship with some of my finest pieces of furniture, all made of iron bars that will place a woman’s body in the most exotic, if not painful, positions that are possible. The three of you will soon learn that pleasure and pain are hard to distinguish between. You’ll beg for my cock to take you.” He turned to his men. “Bind their wrists behind them and let’s get aboard the ship. Then, you can return to the village, enjoy the festivities, and share in the rewards. I’ve seen many nice females to be ravished by all.”

  The men were cruel when they tied their wrists; the ropes dug in too tight and Caitlin felt the needles in her fingers as the blood was cut off. They were paraded out of the castle as trophies. Caitlin saw the village filled with bodies of her friends. There were ten men tied in the courtyard, and she saw a group of the younger women in the living room of the castle as they left. They were serving food and drink to the soldiers that lay across her furniture. The soldier’s hands pawed at the women with immunity, and Caitlin feared their fate as well as her own.

  There were two ships anchored close to the dock. They were pushed into skiffs and rowed out to the largest ship. Hands crawled all over their bodies as they were shoved up onto the deck, running over their backsides as they tried to twist away, even hands pawed at their breasts. The one in charge did nothing to stop the men; in fact, he had a smirk on his face as he watched. Caitlin didn’t dare look down to the front of his trousers, sure, that she’d see an excited bulge. This man got his pleasure in taking women against their will.

  They were brought down into the bowels of the ship until they were in the large hold. Caitlin’s eyes opened wide in fear when she saw what was in it. His description of the furniture paled in comparison to what her eyes witnessed. Caitlin knew they were in serious trouble. Her husband wouldn’t find them fast enough. They’d suffer beneath this man for a long time first. The three of them would be used in the most perverse ways, and from the look of the barrels around the hold, many would come to watch their degradation.

  Chapter 9

  Ship’s Dungeon

  William brought four of his most trusted men with him to help with the women. They eagerly volunteered when they saw how beautiful the women were. They knew of William’s penchants for making young women perform for him and others, and they knew they’d witness and participate in such perverse acts. One of the women was nobility, and they loved the thought of her submitting sexually to them. They had spent time getting the hold ready, and they saw all the opportunities. They’d miss out in the festivities and women tonight in the village, but they knew they wouldn’t be disappointed.

  William took possession of Caitlin, as Hugh and Vital held Orla close by, and Geoffrey and Robert pushed Elan into the hold. It was hot inside the hold. “Secure them to the posts.”

  The women panicked when the men shoved them against the strange iron posts. They were bolted to the floor with four black iron bolts. One thick iron rod shot up high from the floor. It had two, thinner iron rods that were at a right angle to the main support. One was low down, not far from the floor. Two rings were secured to it at either end and there were leather straps tied to the rod. Higher up was another iron rod at a right angle to the main support. This one had a thick leather strap that was attached to the back of the rod; in front, it was open with a thick buckle on it.

  Caitlin struggled as her back was pressed up against the cold iron rod. The one that held her was named William, the leader of the invaders. He pushed her back until her head struck the rod hard. He moved quickly behind her, not giving her a chance to move away, the blow to her head slowed her down. She felt the leather strap go around her throat, and when he shut the two pieces together and tightened the buckle, she could barely breathe. The leather cut into the flesh of her neck. Her upper body was pinned against the iron rod. He kneeled at her feet, and she felt his hand on her ankle. His fingers dug into her soft flesh when she tried to move away, she soon felt the iron ring encircle her ankle, and the leather tie wrapped around it. He did the same with the other, Caitlin was at least thankful that her legs were together. He looked up at her, but he didn’t get up yet. The bottom iron bar slid along the main shaft as it rose up higher, dragging her ankles with it. She couldn’t keep her feet flat on the ground any longer, balancing precariously on her toes as if she were a ballerina. He locked it in place. He stood up and went behind her, and she felt th
e bar that held the neck strap pull up higher. The unyielding strap yanked hard on her neck as it slid up, forcing her head up higher as she feared he suffocate her. When he locked the bar in place, her body was stretched up tall and rigid. He untied her wrists but only long enough to secure them behind the iron rod, this time tighter until her body pressed hard against the unyielding iron. He finally stepped back and admired his work, grinning broadly with an evil glint in his eyes.

  Caitlin looked at Orla and Elan, both of them secured in the same way. Caitlin couldn’t look down with the leather strap around her neck, but she could see how the other women looked. Their bodies were drawn up tight, their breasts pushed out prominently and neither could move an inch. The five men stepped back, and she couldn’t help but notice the way their hands reached down to their crotches and gripped their manhood.

  “Sit down and have an ale to celebrate our victory.” He looked over at the three women and made his decision. The honey blonde looked more experienced than the other one. She’d be the first. He moved next to her. “What is your name?” He was impatient, and when he didn’t get an answer right away, his hand swung through the air and found the soft flesh of her cheek. With her head bound rigidly, she couldn’t move much, so her face absorbed all of the power of his blow.

  Orla was shocked and cried out in pain when the hand slapped her face with such power. She saw stars when her head was rocked and the leather strap around her neck tightened with such force that she couldn’t breathe. Her heart pounded as the pain radiated from her cheek throughout her body. Tears fell from her eyes as she sobbed. She saw the man look at her, his hand raised up to strike her again. “Orla,” she quickly spat out her name. “Orla.”

  Caitlin was shocked by the sound of the blow. Orla didn’t do anything, but the man slapped her so hard. She looked at Elan, and she had the same look of fear on her face.