So the princess went from room to room. The rooms were mostly empty, but the walls still displayed large frescos and tapestries that hinted at what the room had originally been intended for. They started off quite innocently. As the princess went further up the ever winding passages, the rooms became more and more nerve jangling with brighter colors and disturbing scenes woven into the background of the tapestries or painted almost subliminally into the frescoes. They showed all manner of debauchery, naked people in the throws of climactic agony, of women being tortured with nipple clamps, their cuntlips parted, exposing openings being fingered and jammed with all manner of instruments. Men were also shown being misused, their cocks hard and swollen, painfully being manipulated by hands and mouths, kept on the edge of coming until the final climax was so pent up that they writhed in agony as they shot their loads. And both men and women were shown with their arseholes painfully distended as large rods were inserted and played with. The princess looked at these images and felt her body respond. Room after room she stared at these visions of pain and ecstasy and her appetite grew stronger. She was almost mad with sexual longing. She eventually came to the tenth, unfinished turret. She climbed up the last winding staircase and she arrived at a door.
From the ground outside, this turret looked unfinished, as if a third of the wall had not been built. The roof was also partially undone. So the princess almost didn't open the door, assuming she would just see a barren room and a rather alarming view of the land for miles around... but not opening the door would end her adventure there and then, and that would be quite a let down...so she grasped the doorknob and turned it. The door swung in. The room was dark. There was no daylight. The princess took a few steps into the room, trying to make out what must be covering the opening in the wall. She had gone in just far enough for the door to silently swing closed behind her. She tried to open it again but the knob wouldn't turn. She didn't panic, her mind was too full of other thoughts, of the excitement at the possibilities.
The room was pitch black. She felt around the wall closest to her and found a torch in a holder but she had no matches. She sensed a movement to her left and stopped. She heard the sound of a match being struck and the fizzle of the flame. It cast a small glow that lit the face a man standing a few feet from her. She stared at him trying, to comprehend what this meant, who he was....but she was interrupted by the sound of many matches being struck and by the sense of movement all around her. The room was suddenly alight with candles and torches. It wasn't a small turret room at all, but some large cavernous chamber and all around her were people dressed in old fashioned clothes. They were busy lighting candles and arranging themselves on furniture. The man who had first lit the match was still looking at her. He motioned her to sit down in a large ornate chair. She dumbly obeyed. After a few minutes everyone was settled and waiting. The man began to speak.
"Welcome to the last room of the castle" he said to the princess. "You have been so very curious and brave to make the journey all the way here. We have been waiting for somebody like you to come and visit us." he added looking around at the others for confirmation of this fact. The princess followed his gaze and noticed that the courtiers, while looking at her, were touching themselves or each other, rubbing and caressing intimate body parts. The man turned to the princess and continued. "We saw how you enjoyed what is left of the other rooms, how your eyes lingered on the paintings and wall hangings. I saw the fever in your cheeks and the way you licked your lips when you studied the images. Tell the truth 'princess,' you liked what you saw. It drove you on, didn't it?" With a small gesture from the man--the king, two male servants suddenly sprang up and tied the princess' arms and legs to the chair. They raised her skirts and one of them put his hand up to the nest of damp hair between her legs. He nodded to the king, who then came towards her. He grasped her chin in his gloved hand, forcing her to look up at him. He stared into her eyes and took a deep breath through his nose. "I can smell you 'princess.' I can smell your ripe little cant, the juices running down your legs. You're a little slut aren't you? You have enjoyed my pictures and tapestries without my permission as you have wandered through my castle...and now you must pay, you must be punished." he said in a harsh whisper. He let go of her chin and stood back as two women came forward. They cut through her clothing until she was completely naked. The chair was then moved onto a raised dais. Through a series of specially designed springs and mechanisms, the chair was unfolded with the princess still tied to it. It opened up into a large frame with the princess strung across it, arms and legs pulled far apart.
