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Subject: {ASSM} The Prisoner in the Dungeon Fm anal
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Date: Sat, 11 Sep 2004 11:10:03 -0400
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The Prisoner in the Dungeon
by The Dark Lord of Dedlock

It was the year of our Lord eleven hundred and forty nine.  Sometimes
the savage and barbaric behaviors displayed in the pursuit of law and
order was worse than those in the "lawless" areas.  There may be no
better example than the treatment of the prisoner Zan Murman.

The day was drawing to a close with Zan still bent at the waist with
his head and hands secured in the large wooden stocks.  A group of men
stood around him in a semicircle looking at him as if he was on
display. 

"Do you want me to hit his feet again, my Lord?" the interrogator's
assistant asked.

"No, I think we're done for the day.  We'll let his wounds work on him
tonight."

"Yes, my Lord."

"This will continue, Zan," the priest said.  "We will continue to
torture this sinful flesh until you have repented.  I will not lose
one of my priests to the gates of Hell.  So you see Brother Zan.  No
amount of pain and no amount of suffering is too great to save your
eternal soul."

"Go to Hell, Father Blackman," Zan yelled.

"Give this man ten lashes with the cat of nine tails," the jailer
commanded.

As the whip fell, Zan's back opened up with fresh wounds.  Each of the
nice leather tails were braided leather strips interlaced with bone
and jagged pieces of brass.  As the whip hit his flesh, it ripped the
flesh.  His screams echo through the dungeon. On the ninth stroke, Zan
passed out from the intense pain.

"That is enough for today," the priest said.  "Keep working with him.
I have to go to the seminary tomorrow.  He must confess his sins and
ask for repentance or his soul will be damn forever.  The bible tells
us that if your eye offends, pluck it out.  The body is temporary but
the spirit is eternal.  We must save his soul at all cost even his
life.  Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Father."

"Make sure one of the other priests is near so they can hear his
confession before he dies.  I will not lose one of my priests.  The
devil will not win this battle."

"Yes Father, we understand."

They all walked out of the dungeon leaving Zan unconscious and
suffering.  Zan didn't know what time it was when he awoke.  The
dungeon was always dark, but the fact that he was alone told him it
was probably night time.   He was startled to hear the door creak
open.  It opened very slowly with only a crack of light showing at
first.  Finally, Zan saw a lady, who was carrying a candle, creep down
the stairs.  She was nervous and looked around cautiously before
taking each step.  When she had made her way to the bottom of the
steps, she looked Zan in the eyes.

"You're the prisoner that I have heard so much about?"

Zan looked up at her and thought about telling her that was the most
stupid question he had ever heard but restrained.

"Would you like some water?" she asked.

"Yes, please."

The lady lifted a wooded dipper from a nearby pail to his lips.  Zan
tasted water for the first time for over thirty hours.  It was just a
sip but it felt good on Zan's parched lips.  The lady pulled back the
dipper.

"Thank you, my Lady.  May I have some more?"

"Yes, there is plenty here. I will give you some more before I go."

"Please so thirsty," Zan begged.

"Are you really a priest?"

"I was."

"And, you have never known a woman?"

"Yes, my lady."

"I like it when you answer my questions."

The lady lifted the dipper up and let him take another drink.

"It looks likes they have really whipped your skin.  Does it hurt?"

"Yes, my lady."

"May I touch it?"

"Please don't, my lady, my back is very sore."

"That is not a very cooperative spirit," the lady said.  "I thought we
were sharing here."

"Thank you for all your kindness, my lady."

She put her hand on his back and stroked his spine.  Slowly she moved
her hand over the ripped openings in his flesh.  She pushed her finger
inside of the deepest wound.  Zan screamed.

"I have never felt a wound before.  It is hot to the touch."

"Very tender, my lady."

"I might be able to sneak you some food also. Would you like that?"

"Yes, my lady.  I have not had food in days."

"Oh I didn't notice before with the shadows but you are naked.  Do
they always question you in the nude?"

"Yes, my lady."

The lady walked around the stocks and held her candle up to where he
was bent over.  

"I have never seen a naked man before, not like this."

"This is embarrassing, my lady."

The lady hands stroked the flesh of his ass cheeks and felt the scars
from the days of whips.  When she hit a recent wound, Zan gasped.

"I can see why they like to whip you so much.  There is a feeling of
awe when I touch you, and you jump.  I never felt it before.  Maybe,
you're an evil, and you're making me feel evil."

"No, my lady.  I am only a man falsely accused."

She let her hand slide down the crack between his cheeks.  Zan tried
to move away.

"No, don't move away.  I want to touch you."

"Not there, my lady, please."

"A man touched me there once.  It was tight.  I wondered what he felt
when he touched me.  It was like a spirit or a dark power come over
him.  He was like a mad man after that."

Looking around for an instrument, the lady found a broken shovel
handle.  It was smooth from the years of use.

"This was about the size of what he put in me.  Don't worry, it won't
kill you.  I lived through it."

"Please my lady, don't."

"Hush, I'm busy.  I'll tend to you in a moment, or if you prefer I
think they have a gag that I could give you."

"No, my lady."

"Good, I wouldn't want to do that. I think that would be horrible to
have something like that in your mouth."

She dipped the shovel handle piece in oil which was generally hot, but
had cooled during the night.  Slowly she worked the large wooden piece
inside of his ass.  He tried to squirm and move away.  She patted him
on the back and pushed a little more inside.  As she got a little more
inside of him, he started thrashing more violently.  She stopped and
walked around to the front again.

Fishing her hands into her skirt, the lady came out with a piece of
bread.

"Would you like a roll?  I think it is terrible they never feed you."

"Yes my lady, I would love to have some bread."

"Will you be a good boy and let me finish.  I really want to feel what
he was feeling.  If you're good, I'll feed you some of my bread."

"I'll try, my lady."

She smiled.

"Very good, I like that.  Here is a bite for now."

She tore off a bite sized piece of bread and put it in his mouth.
Lifting the dipper to his lips, she let him take another sip.

"Now, let me finish."

She returned to his back side and started working the wooden stick in
and out.  Each time that she pulled it out a little to pushed it
deeper.  Zan screamed with each thrust.

"Oh yes, thank you.  The screams do help.  I'm getting it now.  I'm
feeling the excitement.  This is fun."

After she had pushed in a good nine inches, she started pulling it all
the way out and then back in long strokes.  It went in and out
smoothly.  With each stroke, Zan screamed again.  With the soundproof
dungeon, the lady did not worry.  Instead, she felt something inside
of herself start to hunger after his screams.  The fact she was doing
to him as a man usually did to a woman was strangely alluring.  She
worked his ass for an hour with continuous strokes.  Finally, she left
the wooden piece inside and walked to his front.

"Wow, I understand now.  I understand the power that he felt over me.
The screaming really helped thank you.  Here you deserve another
bite."

The lady broke off another piece of bread and feed it to him. 

"Water, please?"

"Yes of course, if you can offer me a favor.  Ask me to do that to
your bottom again? "

"Please keep doing that to my bottom again."

"Very nice, I would be happy to.  Here is some water to help with that
bread."

True to her word, she gave him some water and returned to working his
ass.

"Hey, I like the way your member gets so solid when I do this.  You
must really like it."

"Thank you, my lady.  I'm glad it pleases you."

The lady reached around and touched Zan's member.  It jumped in her
hand.

"Oh."

The lady jumped back in fright.

"It moves.  This is the first time that I have touched a member.  I
like it. It is so smooth."

"Thank you."

The lady pulled the stick out of his ass and wiped it clean.  After
placing it against a pillar, she cleaned the ass out as well as she
could to leave it as it was.

"There you're as good as new."

Returning to his front, the lady fed him another bite of bread.  Zan
chewed it quickly and then took some of the water offered.  After
eight bites, the lady pushed the rest of the bread into her skirt.

"It's time for me to go."

"Will you come back my lady?" Zan asked.

"Do you want me to come back?"

"Yes, my lady very much."

"I'll play with your behind again. You do know that, right?"

"Yes my lady."

"And, I might want to play with that member of yours too."

"Yes, my lady.  Anything you want to do, but please come back and
visit me."

"Okay, I'll do that, but I have to warn you it may be more unpleasant
next time."

"My lady, your company will always be pleasant to me."

The lady made sure everything was as it was and walked back up the
stairs.  Shutting the dungeon door, the lady of the house made her way
back to her room.

"Did you enjoy the prisoner?" the Lord of the house asked in a
whisper.

"Yes, my dear husband, even more than last time.  Can we keep this one
for a few days?"

"Yes, my darling.  You know I would do anything to make you happy."

"Good, I would like to see him a few more times."

the end

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