The Countess

As the lord and emperor I do have to take certain steps to maintain the fealty of some of my more fractious subjects. Take this Count in the southern provinces – had he actually paid his tax, and not attempted that farcial fake accounting, he would not have had to send his wife and her ladies in waiting to my castle as hostages, and I would not now be watching the five women, arrayed in all their finery, alight from the carriage that had brought them here.

The Countess was a striking woman. Not tall, but straight and proud, with an elegance of movement that spoke of a young, healthy and active woman. Her ladies were of all sorts – they seemed to be all very friendly. They’d want to be.

My staff had their orders. The Countess was to be taken, alone, to a separate room where I would meet with her personally before she rejoined her ladies. One of the attendants would come to report to me when they had all been shown to their quarters. The Countess was fully aware of why she was here but was sure to put on a show of resistance.

I walked straight to her room after being notified by the attendant. It wouldn’t do to let her get too comfortable. The door was locked from the outside with a key; I marched straight in there and locked it behind me, pocketing the key.

“Welcome to my humble castle, fair lady. I trust that you understand why you are?”
“Yes. Why have I been separated from my ladies-in-waiting?”
“You will be re-united with them soon enough. For now, though, we have a few matters to discuss. You will begin by removing your clothing.”
“I will do no such thing!” she replied with great indignation.
“You are a hostage in my castle. You will do as I say, or I shall force you to obey. Please remove your clothing.”
“Never!”
“Then you leave me no choice.” I stepped toward her and caught her wrist as she attempted to hit me. I twisted it behind her, grabbed her other hand and twisted it behind her as well, holding bother her wrists in my left hand. I removed a long hunting knife from the scabbard on my belt and held it before her eyes.

“It will be a shame to see your beautiful gown ruined” I remarked before slashing it down the front, exposing her breasts and belly, and leaving it hanging from her shoulders. I released her wrists and pulled the gown down her arms, so that it fell to the floor around her feet. I caught her wrists again and swiftly bound them with a leather thong.

“I did say you were a hostage, didn’t I?” The Countess made no reply, obviously surprised by the turn of events. I forced her over toward the fire, where large jugs of water were warming.

“You must be tired and dirty from your journey” I said and emptied a jug over her. She appeared to be very clean but you can never tell with these smalltime provincial aristocrats. I ordered her to sit on the stool, then quickly looped a leather thong around her ankles and the legs of the stool, so that her legs were secured and held apart. She twisted and writhed against her bonds, unsuccessfully.

“Now, we’re going to do something about all this hair you’ve got” I remarked, picking up a handful of her thick tresses and pulling her head back.
“No, please, don’t cut it off!”
“Every last whisker, my fair lady.” I took her long hair in one hand and removed it with a slash of the knife. I then pushed her forward and dunked her head in a jug of hot water.

“You’ll have to hold very still while I finish the job” I told her cheerfully. I rubbed some soap onto her head and then began to shave her skull with a razor. I was deft and quick and the Countess’ head was soon smooth and shiny.

“Nearly done. You’ll have to lean back now.” I made her lean back until her head and shoulders were resting on the floor, her hips on the stool, her legs spread. I poured hot water over her crotch and rubbed soap into her pubic hair, then quickly shaved it as clean as her skull. I removed the leather thong from around her ankles and helped her to her feet.

The Countess was not very happy with what she saw as she looked at her body. She was actually a beautiful woman, now that I really saw her stripped not just of her clothing, but of her haughty pride. Her body was white and softly curved, she had perfect pink nipples and her bottom was beautifully curved. It was all I could do to stop myself from throwing her onto the bed and sinking my teeth into her, right then and there.

“Now to get you ready to meet your ladies-in-waiting – and they will be waiting, I’m sure.” I buckled a thick leather slave collar around her neck. It was studded and fitted with four large rings. I buckled cuffs of a similar design to her ankles and wrists, her hands still tied behind her by the leather thong. Finally, I attached a chain to her collar and began to lead her toward the door. The countess, who had remained quiet during the preparations, began to struggle and protest.

I looped the chain over the doorhandle then pinched her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, pulling her toward me.

“You are my hostage, agreed? And you will obey me, understand? If you do not obey me, you will be forced to do so anyway, only your resistance will make everything longer and more difficult. You do not really have a choice in the matter, except to make your life more irksome than it already is.” I released her nipples and noticed that they stood up stiffly. Her face was flushed and she breathed a little heavily. She had actually enjoyed that, despite herself. I pinched and twisted her nipples again and a small, grunted sigh escaped her lips.

The Countess needn’t have worried about leaving the room. She only had to walk down the corridor and there was no-one in sight. We stopped before a stout wooden door, braced and laced with iron. I opened it and pushed her in ahead of me.

Her ladies-in-waiting were in the room, two on either side. Like the Countess, they were naked but for collars and cuffs, but they had not been shaved. They stood on stools, their heels barely brushing the seats, their arms stretched above their heads. Their wristcuffs were secured to chains that hung from strong wooden beams in the ceiling, their anklecuffs secured together. The dungeonmaster and his assistant were also in the room – this was their work.

Two solid wooden poles stood in the middle of the room with a crossbeam between them, well above head height. Short chains were attached to the poles, at ground level and at the crossbeam.

“Naturally, Countess” I whispered in her ear, “you will be the centre of attention.” I led her toward the centre of the room and hooked the chain from her collar over the crossbar. I removed the leather thong from her wrists and swiftly stretched her arms out and up, locking her wrist cuffs onto the chains before removing the chain from the collar. I then stretched her legs out and hooked the ankle cuffs onto the chains on the floor. The countess was spreadeagled on her toes, almost suspended by her wrists.

“One last touch, Countess. I have made this for you myself.” I produced a gag, specially carved from dark hardwood. Leather thongs were connected to each end of the mouthpiece, which had a solid round shape that slid into her mouth and pressed her tongue down. I tied the thongs together behind her head and stood back to admire the Countess. She was beautiful.

Her arms stretched up and out, highlighting the firm tone of the muscles in her arms and shoulders. She held her head straight and tall and her nipples were plainly erect, whether from nervousness, anticipation or the temperature, I couldn’t know. Her stomach was beautifully, gently curved down to her pink and shaved vagina. Her shapely legs were spreadeagled, highlighting the muscles of her calves and thighs and the ankle cuffs held the Countess up on her toes. Collared, cuffed and gagged, there were few better ways to admire a woman.

While the Countess comported herself with grace and dignity, the same could not be said for her ladies in waiting who wailed and pleaded on her behalf. For their troubles, they received a short, sharp stroke across the buttocks with a leather strap. I had such a strap with me, plus a long, light whip and a riding crop. I uncoiled the whip from my belt.

“Please allow me to introduce my self, my dear Countess”, I said to her while teasing her hard nipple with the tip of the whip. “I am your King, your Lord, and, under my roof, your Master” and I stepped back, uncoiling and flicking the whip in one motion, I caught her nipple with the tip. The Countess gave a muffled grunt and jerked against her chains.

I gave it to her then, stepping to the side and laying the whip across her shoulders and back. Her beautiful taut body jerked back and forth against the chains with each stroke and a sweat broke out across her skin, making her body shine and filling the room with the room with a raw, salty sensual odour. I felt an exquisite erotic charge as I sketched pink stripes across her back and made the Countess dance to my rhythm.