Dungeon Mistress

They marched quickly, with William the guard stumbling all the way, his legs turning to jelly knowing of what was to come...

"GUARDS!" The Queen's voice echoed throughout the darkened tunnel.
Footsteps followed by a jangling chain and the unlocking of the heavy iron gate was heard. It was slowly heaved open to reveal two guards, and the Dungeon Master (DM). Short, stocky and smelly, the Queen had found him to be more than willing to dish out any punishment that she saw fit. Right now, she still hadn't decided on what was best.

The small group pushed and shoved the guard deeper inside the actual dungeon, its stench rising through each persons' nose. The DM now grabbed some thick rope and tied each of his hands and feet seperately so he was fastened tight in a spread eagle, standing up. The other guards pulled up the Queen's chair (she was down there more often than most) and they stood back to watch his work.
Ripping off his outer tunic with his sword, he got out a smaller knife and tore off his inner garments, exposing his flesh. Feeling that he ought to be humiliated as well as punished, he slowly pulled down his most personal layer, against the pleading and begging of the now prisoner.
William looked down at himself, completely scared stupid for he knew what might happen, he had heard of the DM, what he did. Well, what he did was unspeakable. He sniffed hard, choking back his flegm and tears, looking up towards the DM. He had something in his hand....what was that?
Just then he felt an almighty surge in pain across the side of his head, bright lights whizzing past his eyes. Then a cold, almost soothing object resting in his burning cheek. He uncrossed his eyes and began to focus, then he blinked, then he dare not blink. He stood staring at a wooden phallus.
"This my boy, is wha' ya get fer fallin' asleep on the job!" The booming voice of the DM could be heard throughout the large dungeon. Other prisoners shifted, others groaned, distressed and in fear.
He walked around the back of William, ing ing at his pale skin that obviously had never fought in any battles. No scars, not even a scratch. So he decided to post-pone the buggery.
Looking around, he saw one of his whips had finished drying (he liked to soak them to make them harder) and whipped it against some girl who just happened to be nearby. The scream told him it would do the job.
Raising it high above his head, he brought it down with such force it cut clear through his skin in his back. His scream, unusually high-pitched for a man sounded sickening. The Queen merely flinched as she saw him collapse, only the ropes keeping him from falling in the floor. Gen moved closer to the Queen, seeking comfort without realising. The other guards looked away for a moment, but curiosity got the better of them.
Raising his arm again, he brought the whip down over his buttocks and again cutting straight through his upper layers of skin. Blood now starting to appear, it trickled down his spine and his buttocks, whip after whip his back sported more red lines.
"I'm getting bored," The Queen moaned "fuck him!"
The DM dropped his whip and once again held the wooden phallus, and with one hand parted his ass cheeks spying his clenched sphinctre. He sucked on a finger and without so much as a single pause shoved it right up his ass, the prisoner yelped. Feeling the hotness of his inner flesh, a warm sensation began to grow in the DM's groin. He withdrew his finger and placed the phallus against his very reluctant ass. Its tip wasn't that wide so with a good shove it would slide right in, especially with some of his blood as lube. He went up closer to him, trailing his rough hand down his freshly whipped back, sliding down to his buttocks and sliding his thick fingers around the hole and then the phallus. Firmly, he gave it a good push, the prisoner's hole unable to keep out this foreign object. He now screamed, his tender flesh torn from the width of its shaft. The DM's cock now pressing hard against his tight trousers. With the phallus inserted he reached around the front, feeling his hands up his chest and painfully pinching his nipples. William was no longer fighting, his brain had switched off unable to cope with such brutality. He unlaced the front of his trousers, exposing himself. Walking around to the front, he lifted the prsioner's head and gave it a hefty punch, his eye immediately beginning to swell. He went to his tied hands, cutting them free and then re-tying them to metal hoops on the ground. the prisoner's body holding no resistance now. On his knees, he couldn't even hold his body up, his face on his forearms, his ass pointing up to the sky. The DM removed the phallus, his ass staying open, he couldn't tense it if he tried. The DM grabbed the base of his fat cock and aimed. Slowly, he entered his head. He wanted to feel his warmth slowly engulf his cock, it wasn't that big so it wouldn't take long. He leant forward, sinking himself in the whole 5 inches. He wasn't big, but he was wide. The prisoner's ass now bleeding profusely from its tears, he withdrew a ways and then forced hay bay back in, his precum and the blood mixing nicely. Grunting, he repeated this, moving his hips back and forth and grabbing onto his shoulders for support. Being a big man his balls slapped loudly onto the prisoner's own ass, the speed increasing as he felt himself reaching climax. It always was better doing inf of of the Queen he smiled to himself. Just then as he thought of the Queen, he withdrew, spurting his seed all over the prisoner's back and ass. He could only dream of doing that to the Queen.