The man, he could hear a deep voice, said something to someone inside the wall. A few moments later, the iron-bound door at the base swung open. Two o...her men edged out. Both were covered from hair to toes in fur-lined leather. Even their faces were covered, with only a narrow slit for their eyes. One held a lantern aloft, naked sword in his other hand. The other, slightly ahead held a long spear with a narrow head and cross-piece to keep it from over-penetrating.He stayed still as they. I put on the dress and, when I had it on, Vera guided me to her dressing-room table and helped me to pluck out my eyebrow hair, wash my face and apply makeup once it had dried.She styled my long hair in a big bun and made me wash my hands with good old-fashioned soap and water. A big pearl choker completed the transformation: when I looked in Vera's mirror, I saw Countess Elizabeth Bathory staring back at me instead of my usual boyish self. A girl opened the door and came into the room."It's. It wasn’t that his technique was unique though it certainly felt wonderful. What made it different was the love we shared. Every gentle lick of my pussy, every stroke of his throbbing prick, had a special warmth to it. Lapping up my pussy juices from my gushing slit, made Dean moan. He had missed the taste of a woman and as he smelled my aroma, he quenched his thirst by drinking every bit of my outpouring. My body shuddered as I had orgasm after orgasm in rapid succession. I screamed out. Then get dressed. Don’t take too long. It only upsets them.”I hadn’t used the chamber pot during the night. I’d not felt the need until he mentioned it, at which point I became desperate to pee. As he left the room, leaving the door open, I lifted up my night gown and squatted over the pot, peeing as best I could with the encumbrance of the steel cage locked around my cock.I took the warm pot out into the corridor, found the sluice, emptied the pot, cleaned it and returned it to the room. There.