We marched for what felt like hours through the Nightmare Castle. Everywhere I looked, I saw more women and girls, captives all, as well as more of the gargoyle creatures. Some of the captives were being led from place to place, chained in slave coffles like I was. Some were being made to work, scrubbing ancient, black stones with brushes fixed to their heavy muzzles or doing pointless tasks like hauling stones from one side of a long chamber to the other, or transferring water from pool to pool, one spoonful at a time. Others were, plainly and simply, being tortured, with whips and clamps and other horrid things I was to become all too acquainted with, soon enough. Some of the…things…the gargoyles were doing to their helpless captives were simply unspeakable!

Having spotted Tammy among the captives, I was less shocked to catch glimpses of my other friends, chained among the other captives. Cindy and Gina were part of a work gag, polishing a large statue in the form of the hooded figure that had abducted me the night before. Their arms strapped behind their backs, the girls were compelled by the gargoyle guards, to rub their naked chests against the statue, with rags pinned between cold, hard stone and warm, soft flesh. Any girls who dropped their rag were punished horribly. 

A little further along, I spotted Katherine in one of the torture chambers. She was locked in a pillory, bent over double. A bar was chained between her legs, forcing her to spread them wide. I won’t say anything more of what my friend was enduring, but it left me shocked and terrified. 

After being dragged past that horror, I looked around for my final friend. I was now certain Louise would be here. And she was. My coffle had entered a large hall, with hundreds of other captives. At the far end, on a raised platform was an imposing throne of jet black stone. Seated on it, observing our misery was the hooded figure of Arras and he was not alone. Kneeling around the foot of it were a dozen or so slave girls, chained to it by their collars. Unlike the rest of us, they were clothed, in skimpy ‘slave girl fantasy’ outfits that provided little more modesty then we had, but clothes nonetheless. And one of them was Louise! She saw me, as our coffle shuffled past and the other girl gave me a look full of pity and guilt. 

The next thing I knew, it was morning once more and I was lying in bed, back in my bedroom. For a long moment, I lay, no longer sure of my reality. The dream was so real, for a moment I could still feel the weight of my shackles, the sting of the whip on my backside. But the moment passed, the sensations faded. I was safe in my room again and tried my best to tell myself it was still all just a dream. But I had a harder time believing myself. 

It was Saturday, that morning, so I didn’t see Louise or my other friends at all that day. I wasn’t sure how I would even bring the subject up with them. So, I frittered away the day, playing games, watching funny videos online, procrastinating on homework and eyeing the clock with increasing dread as the day wore on and it got closer and closer to night, when I would have to sleep. I told myself, again and again, it was all a coincidence, that there was nothing to worry about and there was no chance of having the same dream three nights in a row. By the time I was changing into my pj’s, I’d almost convinced myself enough I was able to lie down and close my eyes…

The next thing I knew, I was in one of the torture rooms of Arras’ fortress. I found myself in much the same predicament as poor Katherine had been: neck and wrists trapped in metal stocks, body bent double, legs held wide by the spreader bar. Around me, other captives were caught in a variety of bondage devices, being worked over by the gargoyle minions. 

Before I had much time to take stock of my present predicament, I felt a hard ‘smack’ across my bottom as one of the tormentors brought a heavy wooden paddle down onto me. As he worked it over my cheeks, making me buck and squeal, another approached from the front, a thin, supple crop in hand, with which he started tormenting my naked breasts. Held in position, I was helpless to do anything to avoid the punishment, which seemed to go on for hours and hours, until I found myself once more in my bed. Giving a slight moan, I cupped by poor, abused tits as the memory of the pain faded away to nothingness.

At that point, there was no denying that Louise’s story had been all too true. I was now a helpless prisoner of Arras and each night would find myself back in his dungeon for another session of bondage and torment! I spent the day in awful anticipation, dreading as the sun started going down once more. For a couple hours, I managed to delay sleep, but soon enough, exhaustion over took me. I nodded off and in an instant, was back in the dungeon. 

The next morning, I awoke, certain parts of my anatomy buzzing with stimulation from the night’s torments until, like the previous mornings, they’d faded away to nothingness. I headed to school, uncertain how to bring it up with the rest of the girls, but that proved unnecessary. The five of us, minus Louise, were all gaunt and haggard, having gotten little sleep and less rest the last couple nights. As soon as we caught up with each other, we know we had all shared the same ordeal. No words needed to be spoken. By silent agreement, we went looking for Louise. Eventually, we tracked her down in the 2nd floor girls’ restroom and confronted her over what she had done to all of us. She fell to her knees, crying. 

“I had no choice!” She said, miserably. “He made me!” Bit by bit, we coaxed the story from her. “I’ve been his prisoner and slave for nearly two months now…” She confessed. “My younger sister, Denise, had a sleepover and one of the girls there was telling the story. I was in the next room and overheard it. That night, Arras came and took me. Each night he…he…” Her words faltered, but we didn’t need her to say it out loud. By now, we all knew what horrible things our captors were capable of. 

“Anyway, last week, he offered me a choice, to be one of his concubines, escape further torments. But in return, I would need to spread the story, help him ensnare new slaves to take my place. I didn’t want to, I tried to refuse, so he tortured me, personally, until I could take it no more. Then, the next morning, when you guys asked, I…I…couldn’t help it. The story just came out!” 

We were still upset with Louise, but there wasn’t much we could do. We were all trapped now. That night, as I found myself back in the cage, the hooded figure of Arras appeared outside the bars and spoke to me, giving me the same offer Louise had received: being spared the worst of the dungeon’s torments and promotion to one of his personal slaves, but only if I helped him ensnare new slaves for the dungeon. 

I refused, that night anyway, and paid the price. A pair of gargoyles appeared and dragged me from the cage to be tortured with renewed vigor. The other girls must have gotten the same offer, and not all of them refused. We never spoke of it, but once I got sight of Cindy and Tammy chained up by the throne with Louise, in the skimpy garb of the concubines. At school, more girls started showing up with the same weariness and haggard expressions that said they had been enslaved by Arras the night before. I must admit getting some slight satisfaction one night, watching from my cage as that bitch Tiffany Blake and her whole posse of mean girls were dragged along, naked and chained, bound for some suitable punishment and it served her right for making 5th grade hell for me…

The upshot of this was, when finally, after weeks of nightly torments, I could take it no longer and agreed to Arras’s bargain, I had a hard time finding more girls to spread the story to. Everyone I could think of was already in the same boat as I was. That’s when I remembered this website. It had been a while since I’d posted anything. I grew out of my fanfic writing days a while back, but hopefully this story gets spread and enough girls read it.

If you are such a girl reading this, I can only say I am deeply sorry. I had no choice. When you go to sleep tonight, watch for the hooded figure. Maybe you’ll be lucky and escape him. Otherwise, you’ll soon be joining me and the rest of his slaves here in the dungeon…