Her feelings changed when, in the middle of the night, Cullen opened the cell, the trapdoor and the grille, lowered her pajama pants, unlocked the metallic panties and laid on top of her. This time there wasn't fear, or annoyance. Not even surprise. It was relief. A cock was about to give her the pleasure she much needed. He didn't even need to apply force, she had made herself wet and ready by her own means.

Again he didn't grunt or make any other noise, besides his breathing. The array of chains rattling were enough by themselves to fill the room. Added to her own shameless moans, impossible to contain due to the gag, and because she didn't even try. Differenty to the other night she orgasmed twice before he released his cum, again on her thigh. Differently as well he went for another round in which they both orgasmed again. What didn't change was the ending. He reapplied all the padlocks he had removed and left, not uttering a single word.

She was about to sleep with the smell of sweat and cum of a stranger man yet again. Differently she sought no excuses. She had enjoyed it. She had spent the whole night longing for cock, and had loved every second when it came at last. If sleeping in a normal bed meant that she would get no cock, then she didn't want to. She decided that she would sleep every night in the dungeon. Sleepwalking or not, lying or not, she wanted his cock inside her.

The next day he came at the arranged hour to release her. The process took much more time than the bondage last night because he made pauses to allow her to stretch her limbs, while he waited patiently. Again he made no gesture suggesting that he remembered his last assault to her intimacy.

-The hair cut was a good idea, thank you. It has been much more comfortable and less sweaty.- At last she broke the silence.

-Of course.- He replied as curt as always.

-I..., felt you sleepwalking again. I felt you..., deeply.

-Did I bother you?

-Bother is not the word I would use.- He raised an eyebrow as if he didn't understand. She shrugged her shoulders. She didn't need or want nice words. She wanted a cock. Like the previous day, he accompanied her to the restaurant to serve breakfast.- Tomorrow I'd like the easy level again, please.- She asked in the way there.- Hard level it's been fun, but perhaps too much.- She mostly had hated the panties. He simply nodded.

The rest of the day was pretty much like yesterday. As a difference the rain stopped for a couple of hours and she went for a hike. In the distance she found a shepherd with a dog and some sheep, but aside from that only rocks, grass, fog, and a few trees. She called her husband but he didn't answer much to her relief, because she didn't truly want to talk to him. Then she called Donna to tell her that she was in the castle and perhaps discuss the matter of the suspicious sleepwalks, but she didn't respond either. Then Lana realized that she only had coverage within the range of the castle's antennas. With nothing more to do in the countryside she went back to the hotel.

At night the routine repeated itself. Cullen arrived a bit earlier than the agreed hour to walk her down to the basement. Then he patted her down as well. At that moment Lana proposed to lay face down, as the option had been mentioned two days before, as she wanted to give it a try. He simply shrugged his shoulders.

The equipment was the same of the first night, hood, collar, ankle cuffs and wrist cuffs linked to the collar. As she laid face down her hands were tied behind her back instead, around the middle. As soon as he had finished applying the restraints, didn't take her much to regret the decision. With her hands behind she had even less room for movement and the posture was much less comfortable. It was even less comfortable than the previous night, that supposedly was meant to be harder. Aside from that her weight rested on her breasts, with which the slim cot barely helped, and the collar weighed on her neck.

When Cullen opened the door at last it was a relief. Added to the joy of having a hard penis inside her giving her a warmth that she had needed more than she would admit, it was the relief of being distracted from the uncomfortable posture. She allowed herself to moan loudly and shamelessly, enjoying the relentless assault in her vagina that was more than welcome. The two orgasms she was given, along with the already familiar combination of the smells of his arousal along with her own, allowed her to at last gain a bit of sleep. Though a couple of hours later, at most, she made and involuntary movement, and the pain of her neck awakened her. She wasn't able to fall asleep again and spent the night regretting her decision.

At the morning, when Cullen opened the door at last, she wasn't in the mood for conversation, or even for breakfast. She went straight to her bedroom to get some sleep in a decent bed. She wondered if Cullen would sleepwalk again and found herself hoping for it. Instead he awakened her at midday, by knocking on the door, to tell her that lunch was ready. She got properly dressed and went to the restaurant.

-You haven't sleepwalked this morning.- She was using the word as an euphemism. Her real intention was asking why he hadn't visited her in her bedroom, as clearly he had no trouble visiting in the dungeon.

-Impossible. I don't take naps in the morning.- Was his dull response. She gritted her teeth in anger.

After that exchange they merely talked briefly about the food, and she mentioned that she wanted to repeat hard level at night, which he accepted with his usual lack of interest. She spent the afternoon asking herself why he would fuck her in the dungeon and not in her bedroom. She still doubted that the sleepwalking episodes were real, because he was surprisingly precise unlocking padlocks in the darkness. Besides he had so much self control that so far he had always released on her legs or buttocks. In her bedroom they would be much more comfortable and she would be able to participate. Maybe to encourage him with her hands or mouth. Such a pity. Or maybe, worst case scenario, he had grown bored of her. Three nights fucking in a row, perhaps her pussy was not interesting anymore.

At night, when he came to get her, she was impatient to be chained into that hole and eventually, hopefully be well fucked. As a difference she was wearing panties, in the hopes that she wouldn't be forced to use the metallic ones with that small, insatisfying, annoying protusion. Didn't work. During the process of patting her down he found them but showed no concern at all.

This second time in the hole she frantically squeezed the metallic protusion with her vaginal muscles, making herself ready for him. Cullen simply had lowered her panties, put the metallic ones on and then the cotton ones over them, nullifying her brilliant idea with no effort. When he arrived she was overjoyed. He still found her attractive. While he thrusted inside her with his usual, precise, calm pace she used the trick she had just learned to squeeze around his penis, greatly enhancing both his pleasure and her own. She even made him grunt for the first time with that trick, which made her feel proud of herself. So intense was his pleasure that he almost ended inside her, backing down just half a second before. So intense was her pleasure that she didn't care. For the first as well time he laid on top of her along several minutes to rest, with his head between her breasts. When he left he closed the grille and the trapdoor, forgetting to put the metallic panties back on, much to her joy. She smiled the rest of the night until the moment she fell asleep.

-So..., sleepwalking again...- She provoked him when, at the morning, he came back to release.

-Yeah?- Curt as always.

-Yeah.- She pretended to look aside but in the way to the restaurant she kept paying attention to his reactions. For the most part there were none at all, but she believed to see, for just an instant, a fleeting smile.- You motherfucker. Asshole. Liar!

-Excuse me?- He frowned either pretending to be surprised or actually surprised.

-You want to play? Let's play. I want to try the extreme level tonight.

-Not...- He shook his head.- A good idea.

-Why?

-It will hurt. You don't seem the type.

-The type?

-That would like getting hurt.- She didn't know what to draw from that comment. It sounded a lot like a challenge.

-Then I trust that you will hurt me the less possible.- So far he hadn't hurt her at all. If she had felt any discomfort it had been brought by her own decisions. She didn't trust on his words at all. She was sure that he had been lying. She was also sure that he would do his part well, whichever that was.

-In that case I'm going to need you to come to the infirmary after lunch. We have to make some preparations. It will take time.

-I didn't know there was an infirmary.

The infirmary was one of the buildings of the courtyard that had no sign specifying its use. It was between the reception office and yet another unmarked building, from which she had seen him getting in and out and that she guessed were his private quarters. It wasn't very well supplied. The two cabinets merely had material to treat small wounds and medicines for the most common diseases such as headaches or flu. It did had a weird chair similar to the ones used in hairdresser salons, with actual velcro straps for some reason.

-As I said, the dungeon is supposed to be a recreation of a real one, which were intended for punishment. I'm about to do things to you that will have consequences and you will likely regret.- He kindly warned.

-Don't be a pussy!- She taunted.

-As you wish.- As usual, he showed no emotion.- Undress, fully. Then sit on the chair.- He had never seen her naked, but she didn't care at all at that point, after all the physical intimacy they had shared. She undressed without hesitation while he prepared a few items on a tray. Needles and alcohol among them.

-What are the straps for? Do we need them?

-To help you with the pain. If you move, I won't be able to do what I have to, and you won't be allowed to try the extreme level.

-Is that supposed to scare me? I won't need them.- She was in a defiant mood that she would regret soon. He merely raised an eyebrow.

He started with the easy part, trimming her pubic hair with a par of scissors and then shaving the rest with a dangerous looking, sharp blade. It stang but she managed. The second part was much harder and she had to grab strongly the ams of the chair and scream to release tension. With a long needle, he pierced the base of both her nipples and her outer labia on boths sides at the middle. In the nipples he inserted a pair of three inch hoops and on the labia a one inch ring on each side.

-I need you to tell me a series of six numbers from zero to nine. The first one cannot be zero.- He asked with his usual coldness while she was struggling to breath and suffering great pain in her more sensitive flesh.

-One, seven, zero, three, eight, zero.- She simply proposed her date of birth. Shivers ran up her spine when he produced from a drawer a tattoo machine and a bottle of black ink.

Along the next hours he wrote that number on her skin multiple times. He started writing it downwards on top of her right ankle, with one inch tall numbers but a good separation between them. Then on the outer side of the arm next to the wrist, with the same size. After that came her mound, with one inch tall numbers slightly above her slit. Followed what was likely the worst one, four inch tall numbers between her collar bone and her breasts. The other three were easy to hide, but that one would be trouble. Any low cut or sheer garment would reveal it. At least they were simply a bunch of harmless numbers and she would be able to find an excuse.

When he asked her to kneel on the chair facing the backrest she was still in shock and obeyed blindly. He added two more marks, one with half an inch numbers on the top of her neck, that would also be hard to hide and the last one, three inch tall numbers between her kidneys. After all the ordeal he applied healing products on the piercings and the tattooed skin. He gave her a mirror to see herself. The strokes were mostly straight. and that was a relief. but the ink was black and dense and shinny, at least with the tattoos freshly done. She felt good though. With them, along with the piercings, and the hair, she felt different, almost like a new person. She felt more alive than ever. She rejected the feelings of shame she had faced moments before. She had been brave. She had endured all that pain. She felt proud. She felt horny. He'd better fuck her real good that night or she would be very upset.