A Dark Inheritance

[Camisya]

'Lucas, honey... Just admit it. You're lost.'

Lucas felt a stab of annoyance at this. He loved his wife to death but she could really push his buttons sometimes... of course that's bound to happen after ten years of marriage.

'I'm not lost... It should be just up here on the right'

'You said that half an hour ago dear...' Irritated amusement filling her voice 'It's castle for goodness sake. How hard can it be to find!'

Lucas didn't see the humor. It may have only been a distant relative but a relative all the same that had died to leave this place to him. His Great-Uncle Bergan had recently passed away. Luckily Lucas had barely known him. All he had known was that this mysterious estranged family member was stupidly rich. He was shocked to find out how rich he truly was. Even more surprising was when he turned up for the reading of the will he found out that he had been left a castle! A bloody castle!

Now here he was. A week later, the keys to a Gothic era castle in his pocket, driving with his wife up some middle of nowhere road half way up a mountain. Funny how things go sometimes isn't it...

'Aha' He exclaimed as he drove round what seemed like the thousandth bend and saw a dark building loom before them. 'Told you it was here! Wow. Its looks even bigger than the photo...'

It really did. A 60 room gargantuan of a structure towered over them as they drove up the ridiculously long driveway and getting out of the car they both stared up at the imposing size of the thing. The door alone stood at least twice as tall as Lucas. And he wasn't exactly a short guy either.

 

[broomstix]

Berta stood in front of the castle gate, her husband beside her towering over her as usual, but it was clearly her who took the lead in unlocking the door and pushing it open. Her enthusiasm for this new place showed in the bright smile on her face, and it showed in the speed and the forcefulness with which she now strode through the gate into the castle's inner courtyard.

The place was in extremely good order. This was not some ancient ruin. People had lived here, and yet they had left it very medieval-looking, although a closer look revealed many concessions to modern comfort, such as glass windows, a (well-hidden) satellite antenna and, importantly, central heating. Yet aside from that, it looked like a storybook place. None too friendly, with its dark stone walls and decidedly menacing blocky towers. More vampire story than fairy tale, but that suited her just fine.

Now where should they start their exploration? Probably the bedroom and living quarters. She quickly fished a folded-up plan from the front pocket of her white blouse, studied it and, still leading with unbridled enthusiasm, went to open one of the doors. As they stepped inside, the thick walls immediately made themselves noticeable by the cool, slightly musty air that welcomed them. Stretching in front of them was a long, narrow gallery with several doors leading to the sides. The room was quite high, with a wooden ceiling, and featured a decoration that was so cliché it almost made her chuckle: The walls were hung with an impressive collection of weapons.

She playfully went over to one of the decorations, a nasty-looking longaxe and tried taking it off the wall, which was surprisingly easy. Still smiling, she turned back to Lucas, brandishing the weapon like she imagined a warrior would (her husband had nicknamed her "Xena" because he thought she looked the part... well, maybe) and said: "Good. Now we are at least safe from any sieges..."

 

[Camisya]

'Ha, very funny.' Lucas replied. 'Come on, lets take a look around.'

They walked, side by side down the gallery and came to what appeared to be the main staircase. Well Lucas assumed it would be the main one. He couldn't imagine there being a bigger one in existence. It started in two smaller stairs to each side of the lobby they were in... Rising to meet above their heads, splitting again into two stairs that doubled back around them to meet again at the floor above. A tall stained glass window threw the evening sun directly into the room, showering the disturbed dust in the air with a display of colors. The effect was beautiful.

They made their way up the stairs, unlocking various rooms as they went with the master key. They found old bathrooms, some revamped in modernization, some left for what looked like decades untouched. They found bedrooms filled with giant four poster beds and paintings with brilliant colors in them. They traveled and traversed the monstrosity of the castle for hours. Examining every detail. Taking in every wonder of this half ancient, half modernized home. Everything seemed wonderful. There was one strange detail that Lucas had noticed however.

A very heavy door stood in the rear of the castle. Behind the main stairwell. After checking the blueprints repeatedly, Lucas was sure that it was not on the blueprints... Stranger was that he had supposedly been given every key that the castle had but none of them, not even the master key could open the door.

Other than that though, they were both satisfied for the day and sat down to eat some dinner at the ridiculously long table in the main dining room. It was one of those tables for entertaining large amounts of important guests and such was its size they wouldn't have been able to hear each other speak if they had sat at either end. They both huddled together at one side and ate the food they had found in the pantry that had not quite gone off yet.

'So Berta, have you picked out a room yet?'

 

[broomstix]

Both of them found that the day passed very quickly while they examined all the rooms, chambers and corridors in this sizable building. The styles of the different rooms clashed a bit, but each single one, on its own, was very harmonious.

They had decided to celebrate the occasion by having dinner in the great hall, obviously the place where the former owner of the castle had once held banquets. It was far too large for the two of them, and the dinner, prepared by them together in the, thankfully modernised, castle kitchen, rather too modest for such a grand place, but by sitting very close together at one end of the table, they still achieved some sense of intimacy.

They would have made a good noble couple back in the middle ages, she thought. Lucas towered over people and had a natural air of command, and she... well, she would probably be the harsh, but fair type. She knew about medieval harshness. She had read on it. Several books, in fact.

After this short daydream, she answered her husband's question: "Well, I quite liked the one with the dark oak four-poster. You know, the one with the creepy death masks carved into the posts.", she answered Lucas' question with a grin.

She had always been a lover of the macabre and the mysterious, and this was exactly what made her ask the next question: "Now, what is up with that door at the back? No key, nothing in the plans. When we are finished here, I'd say we check it out more closely. The lock looked old, and I am sure that we just need the right tools."

She was not a locksmith, but, working for an insurance company, she had naturally picked up some of the basics of burglary, which was the kind of policy she dealt with. She had never expected that she would use this cursory knowledge to burgle her own home, but then again, she had not expected to inherit a mysterious castle either.

 

[Camisya]

'Lets worry about that tomorrow. Tonight i'm exhausted' Lucas responded 'You can have all the fun you want in the morning with that door. Lets just go to bed.'

After clearing the table and locking the downstairs up again (It was a shame they weren't really nobility. Then they could get people to do this for them!) They both went straight up to bed.

Try as he might though, Lucas could not sleep. Something was bothering him. It could have been the dark Gothic surroundings. Or the unfamiliar bed and heavy sheets. Or just the whole turn of events his life had taken lately. But something told him it was something else. A feeling he couldn't account for told him there was something he needed. Something mysterious. The door flashed into his minds eye again. He couldn't wait. He had to try to open it.

Quietly climbing out of bed again he made his way downstairs. He stood at the door. Damn it. Why the hell did he think he could get inside. He didn't know the first thing about locks... He should go and get Berta. But how exactly would he explain this to her? She'd think he was nuts...

'Oh what the hell are you doing.' he muttered to himself.' Why would there be anything interesting in there.'

Turning around he came face to face with his wife! Standing there in her long silk nightgown. Arms crossed at the bottom of the stairs.

 

[broomstix]

Her long brown hair flowing down her back, her broad shoulders and the blue-grey silk nightgown which looked a lot like a robe made Berta look queenly as she stood and looked at Lucas. After an initial period of confusion, she uncrossed her arms, and a mischievous smile flashed across her face: "So, you want to check out the door without asking me, huh? That wasn't very nice of you! Wait, I'll get some tools and help you".

Although she was surprised by Lucas' decision to check the door in the middle of the night, she understood his curiosity too well to intervene. This could have waited until the next morning, of course, but now that he had already begun, why not now?

It did not take her long to find a toolbox in the old caretaker's shed. Certainly the tools in there were not precision instruments, but they would be enough for such an uncomplicated lock.

Gently pushing Lucas aside, she got to work on the door. Damn! This was harder than she had imagined it to be! Finally, though, a satisfying click told her that her professional interest in the ways of the underworld had just paid off: When she carefully pushed against the door, it budged a little, and then, when she applied more force, the heavy wood swung out of their way, revealing a steep stairway leading into the darkness.

Berta took a flashlight out of the toolbox and offered it to Lucas: "Well, would you like to lead us?"

 

[Camisya]

Lucas took the torch and stepped into the passageway. The air down here was different than that of the rest of the castle. It had a mustier taste. Colder and damper. With Berta following close behind, he led the way down the crumbling stairs ahead of them. They were steep and narrow. Like the steps on a spiral staircase only these led straight forward. He found he had too crouch down most of the time to avoid hitting his head on the low ceiling as he made his way down.

Finally they reached the end of the stairs. An iron gate blocked their path but it was heavily rusted and easily swung open. The room beyond was pitch black but the torch light illuminated enough of the space to send a chill down Lucas's spine. An uneven stone floor in a room about 20 feet long and wide housed a monstrous looking array of devices and instruments. It looked very much like a torture chamber. That realization hit with a bigger chill than before.

Though someone had been down here since it would have been in use. Electric lights hung on the walls. The sort you see in mine shafts, connected together by large red cables. Lucas followed them with the torch and saw where they met at a switch. He moved to it and flipped it bringing the room to life.

 

[broomstix]

Berta only tried to hide her enthusiasm for a split second because she saw the apprehension on Lucas' face. Then she remembered the subtle hints he had dropped the last time they had done their small, tame attempts at bondage, using a blindfold and those novelty fluffy handcuffs. How he seemed to show renewed enthusiasm; their sex life wasn't bad, considering the ten years they were now married, but it had shown signs of slowing down, and their experimentation had brought new life into it.

"Seems like the former owners got some good use out of this. Don't you think, dear?", she grinned as she surveyed the array of instruments in front of her. She knew the name and use of most of them, but was not yet sure how, or even if she should show this yet.

She went over to the middle of the room, where a torture rack took the pride of the place. It was a long, low wooden bench with a board with holes for the feet and shackles attached to two chains on a roller on the other end. As she touched the wooden handles of the roller and moved them back and forth, she noticed a ratchet mechanism, to keep the chains tensioned when no one was turning the roller. In the middle of the bench, there were five spiked rollers, which promised to turn this bed very uncomfortable.

She took a seat on the side of the table (her nightgown had fallen open a bit and was now showing a glimpse of her voluminous breasts, but Berta let it be; it fit her mood at the moment) and let her gaze wander a bit further.

 

[Camisya]

His inability to stop his gaze from falling on his wife's ample breasts as they had rested exposed and staring over the brutal torture equipment at her ,had given rise in Lucas to memories from past experiences. Past attempts at getting into this sort of thing. He had always had a secret desire for Bondage, harder stuff than he had ever tried before, but had always been too afraid to ever mention it to Berta.

He couldn't deny now however, that as his eyes perused the arrangement of cruel metal chains hanging from the walls, the collection of sharp pokers and heavy wooden beating sticks on racks (and many other things that Lucas could barely even guess at what their purpose might be), he was beginning to get ideas from this room. Ideas that had excited him a little. Enough to make it show however. He could have turned away and concealed the slight bulge in his boxers, but hormones had made him brave. Instead he moved to stand in front of Berta and, running his hand over the torture table before him, and looking straight into her face, asked...

'I wonder what it would have felt like to have been in one of these...?'

 

[broomstix]

Berta noticed the bulge in Lucas' boxers with a sly grin, then slowly took off her nightgown - because those spikes looked like they would be no good for the expensive silk - and carefully folded it at her side. She was in lacy white underwear under it, a stately, strong woman whose figure her husband liked to compare to a valkyrie when he was in a jokey mood.

Her heart beating slightly faster from excitement, she turned herself so that she was sitting at the foot end of the rack - well clear of the spikes - and lifted up the wooden board. It slid up very quickly; obviously it was not some old, unused antique. She placed her feet in the holes and let the top board slide down again.

She slid her bottom a bit further back and stretched herself out until she could feel many wooden points poking into her back. Her hands felt around for the shackles until she heard a slight rattling noise.

Lying on her back and still smiling lightly, she whispered: "Yes, it really makes you wonder... they say these things could make you grow by a whole foot. Wow!"

 

[Camisya]

'Hmm.' Lucas couldn't help but to let out a small groan as his salacious wife lay out on the table. Stretched out long, only lace underwear concealing her parts. 'Why don't I put those on for you' Moving over to the shackles she was fumbling with.

He clasped them over her wrists, making sure first of all that there was a key and it did still work. Standing over her body, he definitely wasn't going to conceal his horniness now. He could she in her face the same desire had taken over her as he gently moved one hand down her outstretched arm and onto her chest. Breathing became deeper and he knew what they both wanted in that moment.

As his left hand reached past her collarbone and onto the top her her breast, he gave the handle of the contraption a small, gentle turn...

 

[broomstix]

A sensuous smile appeared on Berta's face (still quite an attractive face for a woman in her mid-thirties, she had to admit), and it broadened as she felt Lucas move his hand gently on her skin. Her back was arched a bit, as she had no intention of touching the spikes, and this made her breasts stand out even more.

A small squeal of delight and surprise escaped her throat as the roller rotated a single place farther. It was still much too slack to do any pulling, but she could feel the edge of the iron shackles as they moved upward just a bit. For the moment, she could just stretch her arms a bit further, but she knew that this machine could do a lot worse, and that soon she could be experiencing the same agony its countless victims had no doubt endured in the middle ages...

 

[Camisya]

Enjoying the slight squeal of delight that emanated from her from this movement, Lucas didn't even bother asking if he could, before he pulled the handle around a bit more aggressively. He had decided he enjoyed seeing her helpless in front of him. He wanted to see how far he could push his luck before Berta would askk him to stop.

With several more satisfying clicks, the chains drew further up the device. His grin got bigger as he saw the effect this had...

 

[broomstix]

Berta's eyes widened and her expression showed a mixture of excitement and fear as she heard the chain rattle behind her head and felt its inescapable pull. At first, she had involuntarily tried to fight it, but this had soon turned out to be all but impossible. The shackles already felt slightly uncomfortable as each click drove them further upward and forced them to pull her arms ever straighter. But for now, the stretching was a pleasant feeling. If only it wasn't pulling her closer and closer to those spikes...

 

[Camisya]

Lucas wanted more. He wanted to inflict pain. At the moment her expression showed surprise and suspension but no pain. He doubted she would allow it to go so far though. Unless... he showed her pleasure at the same time...

Sliding his hand further down her body, he slowly caressed her skin, right down to the waist of her underwear. His hand slipped inside and he began slowly rubbing his index and middle finger against her inflamed labia. Just as he did this, he pulled the handle harder than before and Berta was thrust down and pressed against the table. The chains now so tight, she couldn't keep her back arched any more

 

[broomstix]

At first, it was only a slight poke, but then Berta could feel the many little spikes digging into her back. She gasped, as at the same time the stretching began to make itself felt as a strain on her arms. Not painful yet, but hot, slightly tingling and accompanied by the feeling of the wrist shackles digging themselves into her tender skin.

As she noticed Lucas slip his hands into her underwear, she moaned and nodded approvingly. Through all the discomfort in her arms, this was still a very pleasant feeling, and she felt a shudder of lust coming up through her body as her insides tensed up a bit. Berta looked at him lovingly, probably the only time anyone on this rack had ever done so to the one who was stretching her. "Now I can feel it a bit", she breathed, "keep it up" - she smiled - "both of it!"

 

[Camisya]

'If you insist!' Lucas replied, smile widening even further, if that were even possible! A couple more turns drew another gasp. Nearby Lucas spotted a small tool rack that carried knives of various shapes and sizes. Some of them looked downright menacing. But they all still looked sharp. He withdrew his hands from her and went to select a small one which he used to sever the shoulder straps of Berta's bra. Then the bit of fabric separating the cups until it came free. Her beautiful nipples exposed to the chill air in the room. Very very erect.

Carefully the knife then went down to her crotch and did the same to her panties, revealing the engorged and moist lips of her labia. Lucas was thrilled to see she was as excited as he was! Replacing his hand over her vagina again, he slipped a couple of fingers inside her just at the same moment as he tighten the chains more.

Her arms began to redden and, smiling, Lucas asked, 'Can you only feel it a bit now?'

 

[broomstix]

Wow! This new turn brought an entirely new pain to her suffering arms, and she yowled a bit before calming down and breathing heavily. She was now entirely stretched out and naked, her back was being scratched raw by the rollers, and even her legs started to feel strained under the incredible force of the roller.

At the same time, a second feeling erupted between her legs. A considerably more pleasant feeling which would have thrown her body into lustful convulsions if it wasn't being stretched brutally at the moment. Gasps of pain and lust filled the cold dungeon air as she answered: "Wow! This thing is rough! Now I know...why they feared it so much." - she let out a loud moan as the first tiny sign of an orgasm made her forget the pain for a moment - "You really want me to grow a whole foot, huh?"

Naked and stretched out on the torture rack. This whole thing was surreal, but it also felt very good. She could almost imagine Lucas as some medieval witchhunter...

 

[Camisya]

'Well I think iv'e just grown about a foot doing this to you!' He smirked in response

Lucas felt Berta's cunt tighten and saw the look of pained pleasure on her face as his fingers had driven deeper into her and her body was made so rigid that she had become completely inflexible. He knew the orgasm she would experience soon would have been incredible because of this rigidity. That the contradiction between her instinctively wanting to constrict her body and the fact that she simply could not would send her into a bliss like no other.

That wasn't going to be enough for him though. He wanted more. Removing his fingers, when she was moments from orgasm, he spotted another odd tool not far away on another rack that would serve for this purpose. Two pincer shaped items that would probably have been used as tongs for fires. These had clamps on them to stop them from opening up though.

He retrieved them and placed one on one of her nipples. Sensitive and solid from her eroticism, when he clasped the nipple and applied the clamp, she showed a clear reaction of pain. Crying out involuntarily for just a moment before she regained her composure. He applied the second and let them hang there, down over the table. They were quite large heavy things and they pulled her ample breast apart, spreading her chest in two different directions.

There were chains hanging overhead as well. Lucas had a sudden thought and realized that if loosened a bit on their rollers, they would reach down low enough to attach to the tongs.

After a minute of cajoling, he had them strung up and tightened, causing her nipples to be pulled away from her body. Her breasts suspended in air almost. they were a bit loose though... A gentle retraction of the roller they were attached to soon changed that...

 

[broomstix]

The sudden bout of sadistic creativity took Berta completely by surprise...a pleasant surprise, though.

Her body was one long string of pain, from her strained arms to her absolutely straight legs, and her back was starting to complain, too. Not only were the spikes still there, biting into her back, her spine was also starting to feel the incredible force pulling on her hands. The ratchet mechanism did a very good job, only giving her a tiny bit more slack when Lucas let go of the rack's handles.

When she raised her head, all she could see were her breasts, now pulled up by their nipples and in the cold, clammy grip of two nasty-looking iron clamps. Now she was truly being pulled in all directions, and experiencing an incredible mixture of pain and pleasure.

The woman's body was under extreme strain; the muscles of her arms and legs were clearly visible under her skin, and her stomach area was as flat and stretched out as it could be. Just above that, there were hints of her ribcage protruding through the taut skin of her chest. Her hands showed signs of reddening as the manacles applied heavy pressure on them, and her ankles showed slight swelling from rubbing against the wood.

"You do know your tortures", she moaned warmly, "what do you want me to confess, anyway?"

 

[Camisya]

'Do you have something to confess to me then?' Lucas replied and with some glee added 'Are you going to confess to being a slut for me hmm? If you don't maybe the torture will have to get worse!'

He picked up a strange leather strap from nearby. It was long but extremely tough. Sort of a thick belt. No clue what it might have been for. To emphasize his point he held it over her body and brought it down with a gentle smack on her pussy lips. They must have been so sensitive and delicate at this point that even a light smack would have been felt strongly...

 

[broomstix]

That slap against her pussy lips was enough to make Berta jump - if she had been able to. Instead, she tried to jump, but ended up straining her limbs against the merciless chains. This scream was now purely one of pain. The stretching had been exciting until now, but she could literally feel it breaking her back.

"AUGH! That's enough! Let's get me out of this machine... it's starting to get really bad", she screamed.

 

[Camisya]

Barely able to conceal his dismay Lucas reluctantly but quickly released the ratchet holding the chains in place and removed the tongs from Berta's nipples. Helping her up, she stood in front of him bending her limbs and easing her stretched form back into shape.

Lucas still hoped for more however and asked 'Is there anything else in here you would like to try instead?'

 

[broomstix]

Berta took some time to get her limbs sorted again - literally, as their sockets feeled like they had been ripped apart. After a few minutes of bending and stretching, her old energy resurfaced, and she went over to a different device, standing close to a wall.

Its purpose puzzled even her for a moment, but eventually, she understood: It was a relatively low wooden board standing upright, with shackles on either side of it. She locked her feet in one pair of shackles, then leaned back so that the board was now under her back, arcing her body. She reached for the shackles behind her head, on the other side of the board and said: "Please lock these on me, dear. I'll tell you what to do next."

 

[Camisya]

'My pleasure' Lucas replied. His smile returning quickly. He walked around to the back of the board and bound her wrists in the same fashion as before. He couldn't help but admire his wife for her persistence. Even after all that she had already endured, she was still prepared to let him tie her to yet another contraption. He walked around to face her again. She was still reddened from the stretching but still so very sexy tied there like that. He was probably more turned on right now by her than he had ever been before.

'So... What would you like me to do with you now?'