Am I to be his destination, or is it to be one of the other hapless souls
who lie bound and locked in seclusion? Perhaps those interred in the communal dungeons
Beneath these cold granite floors will soon endure a visit from "The Master".

I lie here by myself, face down and naked in a chilling unheated room.
Bound spread eagled to a bed, blindfolded and gagged, I am denied any external stimulation.


Darkness and Silence have become my two best friends.

They are surely better company than the alternative.

Having no perception of day or night
I cannot tell you how long I have been here. Time no longer holds value or meaning
to me. I know that I am not the
only one held captive here. I have heard the servants' frightened whispers in the hall,
lamenting over the horrors they had witnessed.

I don't know how long it has been since I was brought here. I remember being
roughly shuffled along a hall, the blindfold that I'm wearing slipped down slightly
affording me a glimpse of my surroundings. I could see gray stone walls illuminated with
torches and many closed doors behind which emanated pleas and muffled cries for help.
I was dragged into this freezing room and thrown face down onto this bed. My limbs were
tightly lashed to the bedposts and my clothes were savagely cut from my body.
My captor then grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head upwards.
"Don't go anywhere," he said.
Then he slammed my head down onto the hard straw mattress.
I was left alone, shivering in the darkness.

I half awoke a short time later, sensing movement behind me on the bed.
A stinging blow on my bare ass fully awakened me, and I screamed in surprised pain.
The onslaught continued over and over again until I was numbed from the pain and
could only feel the jolting of my body with each savage blow. Then as soon as it began,
the beating stopped.

I was aware of pressure against my anus. I found this puzzling until my body
was suddenly engulfed in rocking spasm of mind blurring pain the likes of which I had
never experienced before in my life. I screamed uselessly into the darkness as I realized
That I was being viciously sodomized my captor.

"Please STOP, you're killing me!" I screamed.
"Trust me kid," He sneered, "If you DIE you'll be one of the LUCKY ones."


He dropped his body down on top of mine and began to rapidly drive his hard spike
into my virgin ass. Each thrust seem to be harder, driven by an anger that was mounting
with each agonizing passing second.
He grabbed my hair with one hand and slid the other arm under my neck,
crushing my throat in the crook of his arm. With each painful, maniacal thrust
he would yank harder on my hair and tighten his vice like grip on my throat.

I lay there helpless, enduring the pain, hoping and praying that he would soon finish
As if he could read my mind,
he hoarsely whispered: "This is going to take a while."
He continued to fuck me hard; savagely hard, as if punishing me for a crime uncommitted.
He clawed at my sides and bit into my back and neck as he continued to tear me open with his
huge angry cock.

strangely, the pain began to subside and was slowly replaced by the welcoming warmth of his
body lying on top of mine. I had been cold for so long that my mind, rewired through
the intense pain, came to the conclusion that despite being painfully violated I
was at least being warm.