Chapter 4

Anthony personally led the fatigued little girl out of the bedroom and back down the spiral staircase. She remembered how glamorous she had felt when she went up those stairs.

Anthony had removed her sense of glamour very quickly. She felt her usual sluttish self as she walked back down the stairs. She was not allowed to put her evening gown back on.

Jacqueline had doubts as to whether she would ever be able to wear anything that nice again. She was forced to keep her corsets on however.

The tight leather corsets, like the fact that she was not allowed to close her legs at any time, would be a constant reminder to her of her subservient state.

Anthony placed leather bracelets around the little girl's wrists. She was also fitted with a leather collar that fit tightly around her neck.

The bracelets and the collar came with little metal hooks. Her wrists could be fastened together using those hooks either in front of her or behind her back.

Jacqueline was taken through a large doorway, and then down a set of wooden stairs. She had wondered if the castle had a torture chamber.

Now she knew she was going to get a chance to see it. At the bottom of the steps the man lit a kerosene lamp. She could see a long hallway.

The sides of the hallways were lined with tiny cages like those one might expect to find in a pound. She was put in the nearest cage.

Her wrists were fastened together in front of her, and then both wrists were fastened to the front of her collar. She was forced to hold her hands together in front of her bosom just as if she were constantly praying.

Anthony informed the beautiful blonde that she was to be kept in absolute darkness all by herself for twenty-four hours. She would be given no food.

There were no toilet facilities in her cage. Jacqueline would have nothing to do for a solid day but to ponder her pain, and her classless state.

She would have nothing to do for twenty-four hours but feel the jism and the blood dripping from her asshole, rolling down the insides of her legs.

She was not chained to a wall so she could walk around her entire cage, which only involved two or three steps in either direction.

Jacqueline would also be able to get prone if she wanted to which would make it much easier for her to get some sleep when her fatigue became too much.

All of the numbness had worn off of the cheeks of her ass by this time and she was fully aware for the first time of just how badly her ass had been ravaged by the sadistic Italian's bamboo and leather horse whip.

Jacqueline felt as if a week passed while she was alone in the cell. She had no concept of time. She tried to sleep, but she never really did.

A couple of times she drowsed and her stream-of-consciousness became dream-like but she was never unconscious deeply enough to forget where she was and why she was there.

It was exactly twenty-four hours later that Anthony returned to her. She needed bathing and Anthony ordered Ingrid to bathe her before he dealt with her.

When Jacqueline was clean she returned upstairs to Anthony. This time he received her in his den. He asked her to sit down in a straight backed chair.

He sat in an easy chair behind a large desk. In front of him were several, seven to be exact, dildos. She could see that they were ivory.

Each dildo had three small chains coming out of the base, and these chains were attached to a leather belt. She could see that the dildos were different sizes.

They ranged from very skinny to very thick, although they were all the same length -about eight inches. Jacqueline looked at those ivory fake cocks and she wondered what they were for.

"Jacqueline, I explained to you earlier that your asshole would have to be stretched so that I can fuck you there with greater ease," Anthony said.

"Yes, sir," she said. She sat with her legs parted, of course. She still had to concentrate on not crossing her legs. She wondered how much time the man spent thinking up new ways to hurt her.

"As you can see, these dildos are of different sizes. Right now I am going to shove the smallest one up your asshole. The dildo will be strapped into place to hold it there."

"Yes, sir."

"As you can see the dildos are all flared at their bases, to keep your sphincter open. If they were not they might slip all the way inside allowing the asshole to close, and that would defeat the purpose," he said.

"I see," she replied.

"Each day you will have a larger dildo put up your ass. I should think that after a week, after you have held the largest one, your asshole will be more easily fucked," he said.

"Ingenious," she said.

"I'm glad you think that, Jacqueline. Now come here and bend over so I can slip the first dildo up your sweet fanny," Anthony said.

She did as she was told. She approached him, turned her back to him, and then bent forward at the waist. She placed her hands on her knees.

Her fingers were spread apart. She could feel the man's bold hand prying her ass cheeks apart. The first ivory dildo was inserted deep into her bowels.

The flared base of the dildo held her anus open. The three little chains ran along both sides of her loins and in between her ass cheeks, all leading up to the belt around her middle.

Her garter belt and her stockings were removed before the dildo was inserted, but she was ordered to leave her corsets on. She wondered if she would always have to wear the corsets.

The corsets had been removed when Ingrid bathed Jacqueline, but they had been put on immediately afterward and they felt just as tight and stifling as ever.

And so each day the little girl was forced to wear a larger dildo than before. She had to ask Anthony permission to move her bowels.

The dildo was removed only temporarily and then was reinserted once she was through. She wore a sexy little maid's outfit as she went though her daily chores.

She was given her own room upstairs with a real bed. She was chained at night but she no longer had to go down into the dungeon in the dark.

Her collar was chained to one of the bedposts of her bed each evening and she was supplied with a bedpan, which she had to clean out herself each morning when she woke up and her bondage was released.

After the week was through and her asshole had been painfully but successfully stretched, Anthony decided that it was time to take another crack at her fanny.

"Today I am going to fuck you in the ass again. If you are accessible enough to please me you will not have to wear the sphincter expanders any longer," he said.

"Oh thank you, sir!" Jacqueline said enthusiastically.

"But, I think, before I fuck your ass, I am going to purge your bowels. A nice hot enema will help loosen you further," Anthony said.

Jacqueline was not quite sure what the man was talking about. She was stripped naked with the exception of her corsets. Anthony took her by the hand and led her into the upstairs bathroom which was, of course, very large and very plush.

"I am going to fill an enema bag, a big one, all the way to the brim with hot soapy water. This water is then going to be pushed up inside your ass," he said.

"It sounds like it will feel good," Jacqueline said.

"It will at first."

"But then?"

"I am going to pump so much water into your ass that you will feel as if you have to shit worse than you have ever had to shit before."

"Oh my."

"Yes, I am going to pump many quarts of water into you. I am going to make you feel like you wanna shit.