Kinktober 2025, Prompt #10 - Muzzle/Chains

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, bondage, F/m, femdom, medieval, chains, gag, sexual slavery, abuse of authority

“I’ve heard enough. Muzzle the brute, and then take him away. I’ll question him privately later.”

Hugh, at first too stunned to speak in response to so blunt a dismissal, only blinked. When his thoughts caught up to the moment, he attempted to say something.

“My Lady, please. If you’ll only—aaaaAAAUGGGHH!”

The Lady’s guards had evidentally been prepared for their mistress to give them this order, as two of them were upon Hugh before he had the chance to say anything else. One of them had him by the shoulders to hold him still while the other unceremoniously shoved first a wad of cloth into his mouth, then a longer strip around his head.

Chains, shackling Hugh at every limb, rattled as he struggled in the grip of the two men who dragged him out of the hall and out of sight of everyone who had stood there watching his humiliation. They didn’t have too hard a time of it, as those chains gave him very little space to do much more than remain upright. The most difficult part of transporting Hugh while he was so chained up was walking slowly enough that he could keep up!

Damn it all, all Hugh had done was get into a fight! Sure, the man he’d fought was a relative of the most high and noble personage that was Lady Sybille (Hugh couldn’t remember what her actual title was… Duchess? Countess? He could never keep all the words nobles used to describe themselves straight in his head), but even he admitted to having started the fight! And that he didn’t tell Hugh his name or rank when they’d fought! Honestly, the man had tried hard to dissuade his aunt or cousin or whatever she was to him from punishing Hugh overmuch, so much so that Hugh couldn’t bring himself to be angry at him anymore.

And yet here he still was, being dragged through a thrice-damned castle to its’ dungeon!

He didn’t deserve this!

“Mmmgggh, eeeeazzz eegh ee ooooghgh! Ah eghhh oo oooogh!”

His muffled and mangled attempts to speak were, of course, ignored.

Despairing, Hugh could only allow himself to be led onward as his handlers brought him deeper into the castle. Windows stopped appearing quickly, replaced by torches on the walls. The final set of stairs into the dungeon were a challenge to force himself to walk down. It took a few smacks from his handlers to muster up the will to do so.

Oh God, which of these dirty, too small cells was going to be Hugh’s new home? Or even his grave, if they forgot about him down here? Nearly all of them were empty. It could be the first one, nearest the torch. Or that one that looked to be nearly pitch black. Or… God, was that the entrance to an oubliette?

But it was none of these Hugh was condemned to. Instead the guards took him deeper and further into the dark, poorly lit dungeon. Even down another set of stairs! By now he was as confused as he was terrified.

Finally, Hugh was brought back two more guards to a row of heavy doors. There were five of them, and all would likely take a battering ram to open by force.

Hugh was barely struggling at this point. A large man with muscles from much heavy labor, he offered very little resistance as he was taken to the end of the row and stared with wide eyes as the locking mechanisms of the door were gradually undone and the door opened to reveal…

A… luxurious room.

The chained, muzzled man could only gawk as he took in the sight before him. There was a window, for starters. They must be on the cliff-side of the castle, built up so high in the air as it was! Instead of a bare little cell, there was furniture! A plush divan, a rug on the floor, and even a comfortable looking bed instead of a ratty old cot! Oh there were chains and the common sights of a dungeon too, over there on the wall. The sight of them was so out of place in comparison to everything else!

What was this place? It was a more comfortable seeming prison cell than Hugh could have possibly imagined.

Without warning, the cloth running between his teeth was ripped out of his mouth. Hugh blinked at the suddenness of it before he began attempting to push the wad that was still there out.

He failed.

Seconds after ripping the cleave gag out, the men were back with something else. Some kind of strange leather mask like thing with a web of straps. Hugh struggled once again as the men shoved it up against his face and wrapped that strange leather web all around his head, some of it going over his cheeks, another part running between his eyes.

“Whhhh rrrr oou ooonnngggh?”

The guards remained silent. Hugh realized rather abruptly that they had yet to speak a single word to him, or to anyone else. They didn’t even talk between themselves as they performed the rather complicated actions of locking the leather mask thing with a padlock, or pulling their prisoner over to the wall of chains and locked a short length of the heavy steel directly onto the metal collar that was attached to the chains restraining the rest of his body. It was a short bit of chain too. Hugh couldn’t even go down to his knees without being choked by it.

Once that was done, and Hugh was inescapably bound to this stone wall, still chained and now even more muzzled than he was before… they left.

That was it. They left the room. No words were spoken to chained up and gagged man. They simply shut the door, locking it behind them.

Hugh could only stare after them.

Then at the room, furnished so richly. There was probably more wealth contained in this room than there was in his own home.

There was even a window. Too thin to consider using to escape, and likely too high up for anything more than a fall to one’s death… but still. There was a window, with the warm light of the evening streaming in.

He screamed, of course. Hugh raged at the cell and all the nice things in it. He hit his chains against the stone wall and tried to pull this leather muzzle mask off his face until he was leaning against the wall, panting and ragged and wanting all this to make sense.

Was the torture simply that he had to remain standing while all this comfortable looking furniture was just out of reach?

Later, when the dusk had arrived and Hugh had been left alone for a terrifying amount of time… the door begain to open. Hugh thought it was his imagination at first. But no, those mechanisms came undone one after the other until the door was fully opened and in stepped…

Hugh couldn’t believe his eyes.

Lady Sybille herself now stood in the strangely furnished dungeon cell she had condemned Hugh to. She wore the same magnificent gown of sable and blue fabrics she had when he saw her before. Her sleeves falling nearly as close to the floor as the end of her skirt. Rings were on nearly every one of her fingers, and her long black hair was nearly as dark as the sable of that gown.

Setting the torch she held onto a spot for it on the wall, the Lady turned to her prisoner.

She was smiling.

It was only then that Hugh remembered the Lady said she would be questioning him in private. Some sort of noise escaped his muzzled mouth, but even he could not say what it was meant to say.

The Lady drew close, her eyes hungrily devouring every inch of Hugh’s appearance. The force of it made him squirm in place. And those squirms doubled when she drew close, reaching up with one hand to… to… to caress his face beneath the leather.

“That’s what I call a muzzle,” she spoke, more to herself than to Hugh.

Then, finally, she looked her captive straight in the eye.

“Hello there, Brute. Do you like your new accommodations?” She laughed then, chuckled really, low and dark. The sound of it shook Hugh as surely as guard dog’s growing might.

“For the crime of striking my own flesh and blood, my dear nephew, you’re going to be my pet.” The Lady smiled.

“Whuuuh?”

“Yes, that’s right Brute. You heard me correctly. This is where you’re going to live now, until I saw otherwise. You will sit in here, perhaps given some materials to help you pass the time, to await my pleasure.

“My nephew and so many others are convinced that I torture the prisoners I put in the deepest cells of my dungeon. He tried so hard to convince me to let you go free, and then tried even harder when you were removed from my sight. It surprised me, to tell the truth. He's normally such a horrid brat of a man. I never expected him to find such a moral center. You might resent him for that in the coming days. Some of my other pets come to love their lives here.”

Hugh could only stare at her. None of this made any sense to him.

“Still don’t understand? I suppose that’s to be expected. You’re a simple thing, aren’t you? A brute, too bestial in your thoughts to put anything too complicated together on your own. That’s why I had you muzzled, like I would any other dog. So I suppose I’ll have to make this as simple as I can for you.”

She reached out again, this time running her fingers down Hugh’s other cheek while she captured his eyes with her own. A savage grin was spread across her face.

“From now on, your purpose in life is to be my toy. My warden will beat some obedience into you. She’ll teach you how to kneel on command and everything you’ll be expected to do for your new Mistress. Then, when the mood strikes me, I’ll come down to these cells to be pleasured by you.

“Not with your cock, don’t worry about that. You will never be given that honor. But you will have other tools to serve and service your Mistress. You’ll learn that very well in the coming days.”

She drank in the sight of him again, then laughed that low, dark laugh once more.

“Get ready, Brute. Until I decide otherwise, I shall be your entire world.”

She left without another word, leaving Hugh to stare in shock at the woman who had just made him her pleasure slave.