Dungeon Games pt 1

[CommodorRaptr]

Dungeon Games

Chapter 1 - Interrogation

***Authors note: A few things before we start, firstly I'm not that great at sex scenes and I'm slowly getting better with my vocabulary and (hopefully) not using the same words over and over.

Secondly this is an edit of my first time doing this story, the other one was horribly disorganized to the point where I think one of the characters name is changed cuz I forgot about it and wasn't intelligent enough to spell check.

Any comments and criticism is welcomed.

Last thing I promise then I'll shut the hell up. The setting of the world is in a modern medieval setting. If you've seen the movie Nimona on Netflix you know what I'm talking about. If you haven't then well picture our current time in technology except replace all guns and tanks with swords and horses.***

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Tyla woke up slowly, at first trying to remember why she was asleep in the first place. Her memory quickly returned but in small pieces.

"I was walking along in the markets... I had just managed to ditch my escort... I went through a back alley to take a shortcut to my favorite pastries merchant... In the alley I felt someone behind me... I turned around, saw no one... I turned back and was grabbed and a cloth shoved over my face and... oh... oh no...

Tyla tried to move realizing she had clearly been the victim of a kidnapping inside the walls of her own kingdom no less, but the emphasis on tried to move was clear.

Looking down she noticed a few quite alarming details. First off she was completely naked, secondly she had been fitted with heavy wrist and ankle metal cuffs. Her wrists had a chain that was about 3 inches barely allowing any movement if all, a chain was also coming from somewhere in the ceiling but still allowed Tyla to be sitting. Her ankles had a generous foot long chain that would allow her to walk but not much else. A matching heavy metal collar of about 3 inches thick was fitted and locked tigthly to her throat.

Taking a quick look around she also realized that she was surrounded by bars wherever she looked. She seemed to be in some kind of dungeon. It was humid and somewhat cold. She could see cobwebs and bones of rats in the corners of her cell.

Before she could properly process and start panicking about het situation a lit torch was approaching her from across the way. She crept up to what looked like the door of her cell to get a better look.

A figure in full metal plated armour came up to her. The demeanor or any expression completely camouflaged by the large helmet worn.

"Finally awake are we princess?" Said a female voice.

Tyla was taken by surprise, guards aren't usually one for taunting or even interacting at all with prisoners. But that's not important right now.

"Let me out of here! Do you have any idea who I am!"

Tyla hoped that this bandit or more likely mercenary thought she just kidnapped a random girl and not the princess of the New Empire.

"Oh of course I do your majesty!" exclaimed the woman with a small chuckle.

"Well... um... then let me go! Or I'll have your head!"

"Yeah, I don't think I can do that your highness. I have other plans for you."

Tyla couldn't believe the gaul on this woman. With an evil chuckle she entered her cell. Tyla tried to scoot in a corner and cover her royal body but it was no use. The bandit grabbed a chain that Tyla just now noticed, the low-life began pulling on it which triggered some sort of pully system and before Tyla could realize her wrists were being yanked!

Within a mere 2 seconds Tyla was now standing on her tip toes with her hands up in the air. The bandit began circling around the now scared shitless princess. Now fully exposed to anything she wanted to do.

"You're gonna tell me exactly what I want to know..." the bandit started..."Your father has been causing quite a lot of trouble for my people. Even though we are able to still easily deal with your miserable excuse for an army of soliders I am now running low on supplies, you're gonna tell me what routes your supply convoys are taking or I'll make you tell me..."

"You're... you're the rebels!! The savages that pillage this land! My father will skin you alive when he rescues me!!" Tyla shot back struggling to stay calm, and failing.

"Rebels! Ha! That's what you call us!? We used to be farmers, blacksmiths, carpenters and even some of us nobles! But your kingdom invaded our lands, stole our harvests and forced our boys to join their frontline troops. No more! We fight for our freedom and to repel you scum."

It was now clear, this was no regular kidnapping by some bandits who wanted a new whore, no this was planned. Tyla began to shiver a trully feel the desperation of her situation. But oddly... she was getting turned on, the heavy shackles restraining her, the collar tight around her throat, her exposed nakedness... it was overwhelming.

"Now I'm gonna ask you some questions about troop movements and those supply convoys and you're gonna answer me. Got it little princess bitch?"

As the Rebel said this she took out a mean looking whip from her belt. Tyla saw slaves get whipped and it looked extremely painful. All slaves feared the whip, it could break skin and cause severe scars that would stay raw for months.

"But... I... I don't know anything about that stuff! Please understand I'm just a princess! I don't go to the front and I don't participate in war meet-..."

Tyla couldn't finish her sentence that she was immediately struck with a sharp and hot pain. It was like nothing else before. She had been spanked a few times by her late mother in her childhood but no more. It would be kind of odd for a 22 year old to be spanked for disobedience.

Tyla felt out of breath, as if time had stopped for a mere moment but then the pain began to set in and before she knew it another hit arrived.

WACK!

Tyla felt the sharpness of it, then the subsiding heat around her body mixed with the thrill of the hit. She began feeling more and more arousal building. Tyla bit her lip, embarrassed that she enjoyed this decadent.

WACK!

WACK!

WACK!

Three consecutive hits. Each more intense than the other. All of them mainly targeted at Tyla's ass made her squirm and dance in tune with the impacts. Each hit stacking on more and more pain, but strangely, Tyla liked it.

"Know anything yet?! I can keep go-..."

"Don't stop Blake! Please!!!"

"O-ok!"

With that desperate cry Tyla's "kidnapper" began striking more and more. Tyla's whole body began convulsing and soon after she enjoyed a wonderful orgasm.

"Oh my goodness! That was amazing Blake! Could you bring me down? I have to give you your reward..."

"Damn right you do!" Blake said as she pulled the pully down allowing Tyla to kneel on the stone floor.

Blake began shedding her armour. Quickly enough she stood with her under garments and went to the patiently waiting, kneeling, naked and still shackled Tyla.

"That was fun. Thanks again by the way." Said Tyla with great appreciation.

"How about less talking and more your tongue on my pussy?"

"Yes Mistress..."

Tyla went all in burrying her face into Blake snatch. Feeling her muscles tense up and enjoy her tongue. Tyla went for a breather but Blake took hold the front ring on her collar and kept her there for a few extra seconds.

This went on for about 15 minutes until Blake had her own orgasm. Feeling satisfied she got dressed in her armour and took out the shackle keys. She spun them around as she walked to her shackled friend and began unlocking her.

Blake started with the ankles, followed by the wrists and then finally was moving to the collar when Tyla stopped her.

"Wait. I like the feeling of it, 5 more minutes?"

Checking her watch Blake moved to unlock Tyla regardless of her plea. "No. I have to be up in 6 hours and you should be in bed. I have stable duty tomorrow and would rather get all the sleep I can get."

Blake unlocked the collar and gathered it and the other shackles tossing it in a wooden crate outside the cell. Helping her friend up she looked at the marks she left with the whip.

"Damn, I really thought I broke skin this time."

"Why?" asked Tyla.

"The way you were screaming and twisting made me think that I took it too far. Maybe one day I will..." Blake worried herself.

Tyla and Blake had been best friends since early childhood as Blake came from a noble family and was determined to become a royal guard instead of pursuing a political career like her parents wanted. Once Blake passed her evaluations and tests she was a full fledged royal guard and with some string pulling Tyla was able to get her as her personal guard. Which made it extremely convenient when the friendship became much more than that. After a few months as secret lovers Tyla confessed to her girlfriend her dark fantasies. Tyla would often bring herself to mind blowing orgasms by imagining herself as a dungeon slave. Naked, heavily shackled, whipped and raped then left to rot for a few agonizing hours before having it happen all over.

At first Blake was a bit estranged to all of it and thought like most people would that Tyla was crazy but her love for her girlfriend gave it a chance... and she could not regret it one bit. Their first time doing one of Tyla's fantasy was when Blake borrowed a collar and shackles and brought it to Tyla bedroom. Making sure to shut off all cameras the girls had quite the night together. Throughout more of these escapades they eventually found that an older section of the dungeons had cells that were long abandoned. With some handy work they managed to somewhat renovate one of the cells and make it virtually sound proof. They had also hidden the way with a fake wall from the current dungeons.

It was fool proof. It had been now the 17th time that Tyla had her friend lock her in a dungeon cell, shackled up, naked and would whip her. Tyla was such a pain slut that she was able to literally achieve orgasm by simply being hit. Whether it was spanking, floggjng, electro shocks she could easily cum from it. The whip was her favorite as it was the most commonly used for misbehaving slaves.

The scenarios were mostly something that Tyla kept to herself to allow her to get into the mindset of her damsel in distress character. Their sessions lasted on average an hour or less. Tyla decided to do them mainly at night as it was more convenient for Blake as her shift was over and that there would be less guards on patrol.

Blake enjoyed the dynamic they had together. As a guard whether royal or not Blake didn't have much choice in life. Her schedule was always strict and clearly organized. Her daily routine was to report to the Knight's Watch, get her daily orders which most times was personal protection of Tyla and get on with her day. She would eat at scheduled times and rarely had breaks. She sometimes felt like a slave but having clothes on, including full armor and a sword did remind her she wasn't. But still, there aren't many differences.

When Tyla came out as a more submissive type in the bedroom and then topped it all with wanting Blake to be her Mistress in her slave fantasy escapades she was thrilled. Finally having some control in her life made it all worth it. Of course she couldn't brag about it to anyone. Never in a million years would the King agree to his daughter being a sexual deviant. Being lesbian was generally accepted all over the New Empire but royalty was supposed to be held at a certain standard.

Tyla and Blake both knew that the King would not tolerate Tyla being a lesbian. Blake had onced witnessed Tyla's father punish a nobleman for failing to capture an enemy stronghold during the campaign against the Goblins a few years back and he cut off each of the man's limbs and let him bleed out on his royal carpet. He then enslaved his wife and used her as his personal whore for a few months before giving her to his soldiers.

The King was revered and loved by his people but failing him in any way was cerrain death. But he wasn't always so. During a human aid mission in the region known as the death valley the Queen had gone to provide water and food to the sick and poor of a small village. After about a month the village was raided by bandits who were given intel from a mole in the New Empire. The rest is nothing but a bloody massacre where the royal guards were ambushed from all sides, the Queen herself was captured, tortured and raped in the most inhumane of ways. The King personally led a rescue mission but arrived to find his beloved brutally murdered in ways he knew to be slow and painful. The King was never the same. Tyla received very little attention from her father after the event. All he told her was to be the example daughter that all girls should look up to. Be good. Be obedient. Be respectful. Be careful. Be kind. Be the best daughter.

It's this overinflated "be the best" that made Tyla become who she is. She began to rebel but secretly. She would act as her father wanted but once behind closed doors she would strip out of her dress, put on a loose t-shirt, maybe some underwear and spend her time gaming out or furiously jerk off.

Anyway, back to our two little deviants.


Tyla got dressed in her royal night gown and was being led back to her room. Once they reached the door which Blake opened as per her duty she noticed that Tyla had the collar in her hand.

**Both whispering**

"Wait! Why do you have that!"

"Oh, hehehe, I was gonna put it on tonight for bed."

"Tyla you moron! You don't have keys for that! Imagine that you put it on and then woke up to realize you can't take it off! How would you explain that to your hand maiden let alone your father! He would probably enslave you on sight!!"

"Oh... sorry I forgot about the keys..."

"Give me that I'll run back and bring it to the dungeons."

Tyla kept the collar at her side and countered.

"No no! You have to go to bed. Let me keep it and I'll put it on but only when you come get me for play."

"Fine, just don't put it on until we're in the dungeons." sighed Blake

"Ok, love you. Goodnight, have fun with the horsies! Can't wait to submit to you tomorrow!"

"Goodnight Tyla, you little slutty demon."

Tyla had a pretty uneventful day of being there to witness a new tavern opening up and being there to give some pre-written speech and cut a ribbon. She spent the last few hours of the day imagining herself getting her nipples twisted while shackled by her Mistress all while getting into a fierce staring contest with her collar.

Tyla had also spent the last few hours frantically edging herself to get an even bigger O in her cell later.

The minutes passed by slowly as she was waiting impatiently for the bling her phone would make to signal her girlfriend sending her the same message she always sent to confirm they would play that night, and ust as she was thinking about it.

BLING!

Tyla pounced on her phone. The quickly opened the text and saw it; "Omw slut."

BLING!

"Another message?" Tyla thought to herself

Then she read it; "I want you stripped when I get there and kneeling. You're going to the dungeons to get punished slave girl!"

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh. My. GOD!" Tyla said to herself. "I always wanted her to do that!"

Tyla at the speed of sound typed up an appropriate reply; "Yes Mistress."

Tyla then jumped off her bed. Stripped from her night gown and kneeled in the center of her room. She was shaking from not only the sudden coldness but also the shivers of thrll. Tyla imagined Blake was gonna lead her by leash and naked to her cell like a true slave.

After much anticipation and what seeme to be an hour (it had barely been 5 minutes) the bedroom door opened and in walked her girlfriend.

"Alright, here's the plan, I cleared all patrols for the next 10 minutes which should give us plenty of time to get to the dungeons unseen. I'm gonna lead you to the dungeons by a chain attached to your collar. I know you've been asking for awhile but I got the patrols to all take a simultaneous brake. Let's go."

Blake reached for Tyla's collar still sitting on her night stand. But Tyla stopped her. "First off I love you and thank you for making this happen but I don't think it's safe. What if we're seen? I know you said you stopped guard patrols but what if someone that isn't a guard happens by?"

"Don't worry, no one will be up at this hour."

"Wait I want to make sure. I'm hard to miss."

Tyla was right and Blake knew it. Tyla had her hair dyed a pretty unique version of peach blonde. She had a base almost pinkish color with wavy hints of pure blonde. She somehow had an almost shining effect that some questionned how it couldn't not be magical.

Tyla then search her drawers until she found a long black hair wig that she had used once in awhile for a character she made. After some quick finesse and help from her girlfriend got into the wig. A few quick brushes and she looked completely different. From a distance you couldn't tell who it was. But if someone where to get in close they might still recognize her.

"Ok I'm ready."

"Not yet you're not," said Blake as she slipped the heavy collar on her girlfriend's neck. She had chose a smaller size that would effectively but ever-so-slightly choke Tyla.

Once the collar was secured Blake slid an old potato bag over Tyla's head, the standard prisoner outfit. It was actually pretty smart to use potato bags as prison clothes as it saved on costs and also the scratchy bag was a constant discomfort for the prisoner. In Tyla's case she wanted to be fully immersed as a slave girl.

Blake went in front of her girlfriend slave, attached a long heavy chain to her collar and yanked her up. Now in close face to face proximity and holding her leash tight the now Mistress said; "Move your ass slut!"

Blake shoved her against the door, walked pass her and pulled her along. Tyla took one last look at her royal bedroom before the door closed and her eyes turned back to her Mistress leading her down the hall to the dungeons.

END OF CHAPTER 1.

[AQuietStorm]

Why has nobody commented on this incredible story? I loved the fakeout beginning, I was totally fooled. Although I find myself wondering about the tech of this world...It is medieval but they have cameras? Wild stuff.

[CommodorRaptr]

Thanks you reading!

[Mr. Smith]

I'm looking forward to a third party engaging the Princess while she is naked wearing a collar or the King finding out and administering some creative erotic punishments. Great work!