A stranger crawled into her cell, under the grille, pressing his body against her. She froze. When she felt his hands grabbing her thighs she knew it was Cullen. She had been ordered to shut up so she couldn't ask what was going on. Could be sort of a test, to see if she obeyed the orders under pressure.

To make matters worse, his hand grabbed the waist of her pants and pulled down, revealing her unprotected groin. His callous hand reached between her legs and caressed clumsily her mound. She grunted and tried to move aside to no avail. His fingers caressed her clit and one of them entered in her pussy. She was wet, she didn't need to see or smell it, she could felt it. She had been wet from the moment the door closed, hours ago.

Something else pressed againts her pussy. Something hard and thicker than a finger. She knew perfectly what it was. A penis was proving into her entrance. She tried to struggle again but he used his strong hands to force her legs open. It was going to happen. Chained in a dungeon in a fake castle, in the middle of the highlands, she was going to get fucked. By a stranger. Uninvited. What the heck, she thought. Couldn't be that bad. A cock after all that time.

Her internal monologue was cut short by his first vigorous thrust. He entered in deep. She gasped. He stayed there for a moment. Then as if he had been preparing himself, he started to piston in and out. He did it like he did eveything else, completely calm and in silence. He didn't utter a single word, or didn't even groan. She could hear his quickened breah very close to her ear, muffled by the thick hood, along with the sloshing sound of his penis penetrating her wet and effectively ready vagina. He didn't moan, but she did.

Didn't took her long to reach her much needed orgasm. He thrusted a few more times and then got out in a sudden. His usual self control applied also to his penis as barely a second later his cum hit on her thigh very close to her labia. Fortunately he hadn't released inside. After that he rested on top of her regaining his breath. A couple of minutes later, as unceremoniously as he had arrived, she felt him crawl away.

-Cullen? Aren't you going to say anything?- She couldn't help herself. Having a hard penis inside her after years of lonliness had created a moment of emotional vulnerability. It hurt her that he would be so cold and don't even say hello. He ignored her and left, locking the door behind him.

She spent several hours unable to sleep, thinking of her sudden, unexpected, short and not quite consensual affair. She recalled that he had said something about sleepwalking. Could be that. Otherwise he would have said something. He might have chastised her for talking after having been ordered to stay quiet. Not even such a cold man could fuck somebody and not say any damn word. She could still feel his cum getting dry on her thigh. Maybe he was asleep when he fucked her. Unlikely, because he had gone all the way to the basement, carrying his keys, and found her pussy with no effort, but perhaps not impossible. Or maybe he had just lied. At last, with all that in mind, she fell asleep.

The lifting of the grille and the rattling of her chains being unlocked awakened her. He was behaving as cold as usual. No mention of her pants still down and her pussy still well on sight. Not even a polite question about how had she slept. He merely unlocked her, removed the hood, put the sleepers on her feet, raised her pants and helped her standing up.

-How did you sleep?- Politeness at last.

-It was... It was...- There were so many things she wanted to say that she found no words.

-The cot is thin but comfortable. The room is hot. I've slept there, is not too bad. The chains didn't hurt you, I hope.

-No, no... It was... So sleepwalking, huh?- At last she went where she truly wanted to go.

-Yes, it happens. Why? Did I do something last night? Something embarrassing?

-You don't remember? Truly? Are you lying?- He didn't made any kind of gesture. No shame, no pride, no sadness, no smiles, nothing.

-Lying? No? What did I do?

-Nothing.- She gritted her teeth.- I'd like to try the next level, if you don't mind.- She felt strong. She felt vigorized. She felt invincible. She was horny.

-If that's so I strongly advise you to cut your hair. As short as possible. No longer than here.- He pointed at the middle of his ear.

-My hair...- She had never cut her hair so short. Neither she had slept in a dungeon before that night. Never a stranger had raped her and then claimed to be asleep. Why not, she could cut her hair.- Would you help me, please?- As usual, he merely nodded.

He guided her to the restaurant where her breakfast was already prepared. The trip between the tower and the restaurant was short, barely a few meters, but enough to remind her of the chill, humid northern wind. Wearing only a flimsy, sweaty pajama and a tank top sent shivers down her spine and made her nipples harden. Fortunately the restaurant was already warm. She wondered if all the buildings used the same air conditioning system or each building had its own.

While she ate breakfast, Cullen went to retrieve the equipment. As soon as she finished eating he placed a sheet around her torso and made her chair lean backwards against a table, placing a dish under her hair. Mercilessly he started to chop out large bits of hair with a pair of scissors, shorter than he had said, reaching little more than the upper curve of the ear. To her surprise then he shaved carefully the bottom of her nape with a dangerously sharp blade. At last he showed her his work with a mirror. It wasn't perfect, as some bangs were slightly longer than the others. Curiously the bottom was perfectly smooth, he seemed to have more dexterity with it. His hair was certainly very long, he hadn't cut it in a long time, but her face was well shaved.

-I'm not very good with this, apologies.

-It's fine. Thank you.

From there she went straight to her bedroom to masturbate. The hair cutting experience, plus the uninvited sexual encounter of the night, plus the bondage itself, had had a cummulative effect in her head, and she needed to relieve the heat in her loins. Her own fingers had never felt that good, her orgasm was the strongest she remembered. She would have never guessed that a castle in the middle of nowhere would be that erotic.

Lana spent the rest of the day reading and watching movies. She had planned to take a walk in the afternoon but the rain ruined her plans. Aside from at lunch and dinner time she didn't see him in all day, and the few minutes they were together they didn't talk. She would have liked the castle even without the dungeon, but she had to admit that with nobody to talk to, was quite boring. She wondered if Donna, the friend that had recommended the place, would want to come with her some other day. She didn't count on her husband, not his kind of party. She also wondered if Cullen had sleepwalked with her friend too and that upset her for some reason. Maybe that explained the recommendation. She hadn't cut her hair though.

At night Cullen arrived at the appointed hour. This time she weared only the pajama, showing more cleavage, with her nipples poking through the sheer fabric. Cullen didn't look at them not even once. He just gestured with his hand for her to follow.

-You know that on the way to the basement you could wear a housecoat, right?

-Of course I know.- She lied, she hadn't thought of that. For some reason him proposing her to cover herself upset her too.

This time she found the dungeon different. The cot had been lifted and was resting on the wall. All the time here had been under it a wooden trapdoor, smaller in length and width than the cot. Cullen opened it to the side and underneath there was another grille part of a sturdy looking metal cage. The cage itself had been stuck into a rectangular hole, about half a meter in depth, excavated in the rock itself. The cage occupied completely the hole, aside from a small gap at the top, a few inches, that would be left between the grille and the trapdoor. The inside of the cage was filled with so many eyebolts that it was actually scary. At the bottom it had a thin plastic matress. Easier to clean, she guessed.

-Nobody is forcing you.- He said, aware of her uneasiness.

She did as he used to do and didn't respond. She instead placed her hands on the wall so he could pat her down again. For the second time he touched and grabbed all that was there to touch with the small difference that she was more horny and that he surely noticed it when he cupped his crotch and his hand stayed there at least ten seconds. After that he simply grabbed her slippers and when to the other room to retrieve the items.

This second time the bondage was much harder. It again started with the hood, adding a collar afterwards, but thicker and heavier than the day before. This one had an array of small D rings all around. Then followed a convex metallic band at whose sides hung four thin chains. Cullen placed the band on her eyes, as a blinfold, and crossing the upper chains over her crown, brought the ends down to the collar, where he locked a link of each chain to a D ring of the collar, in such a way that the blindfold where at the precise height and perfectly tight. Then he put a ring gag in her mouth, with two smaller rings on the sides, through the hole on the hood. It kept her mouth well open, but not enough to be painful. At last he linked the other two chains of the blindfold to the gag, and then to the collar.

After that he placed two metallic mittens on her hands, that forced her to close her fists. She noticed that the mittens were heavy enough to tire her arms if she tried to move then repeatedly. After that he crossed her arms on her chest, and linked both wrists together with a single padlock, along with a short chain that was padlocked to the collar as well. Another night without proper, wonderful masturbation, she lamented.

With that ready, and to her utter surprise, he lowered her pants and covered her crotch with a wide, heavy pair of metallic panties. They had a hinge right under the taint that parted them in two halves. As an added bonus, the crotch plate had a small cylindrical protusion inside. Cullen inserted the protusion into Lana's pussy, making her yelp. Then, with the crotch plate in place, he closed the other half from behind. Two short chains at the sides of the waist allowed to regulate the tightness at which both sides of the panties would be locked. He of course allowed the less slack possible, but stopping when she grunted in pain. At last he raised the pants as if they were still useful.

After the metallic panties, with that small unsatisfying dildo of dubious usage, the rest of the preparations felt less exciting to Lana. Cullen placed cuffs above her elbows, above her knees and on her ankles. As she was focused on her crotch she didn't resist, or barely react, when he helped her getting in the hole. Though she did notice as soon as she laid down that the cage was very narrow on the sides, leaving her almost no room to move, and so short that she had to bend her knees upwards.

Cullen spent the next minutes attaching countless chains to Lana's cuffs and collar to an eyelet each. As soon as his hands started rumaging around her body she tried to move and she found it impossible. A couple of inches in any direction and she felt the chain tightening. In her stuppor she ignored that her knees were only attaced to the nearest wall, and the panties to nothing at all. Then he closed the grille, adding yet another padlock. Blinded and with her crotch in heat she didn't notice the trapdoor closing, the cot being laid on top, and the outer door being locked.

Cramped inside that cage, inside that hole, inside that dungeon, in complete darkness, she didn't even felt afraid. The impossiblity to move, and the narrowness of the mattress didn't make the experience comfortable. After the intial excitement while bondage was being applied, she started to think about her situation more calmly and she felt dumb, being crammed in a hole while other people would be sleeping in real bed. Like the one she had rented, for example. Some people, like her husband, would be partying hard. And yet, despite all that, she was enjoying it. That hole was uncomfortable under any definition, but she still liked it. In fact, what bothered her the most, was not the darkness, or the silence, or the tightness. It was the panties. She kept trying to squeeze that damned protusion with her vaginal muscles and it was just too small and too slippery. She wondered if it was indeed supposed to be annoying. That by trying to masturbate and failing, she was making it worse. On the other hand she was too excited to sleep and there wasn't any other thing to see or do. It was indeed harder than yesterday.