All Well-Conducted Castles Have 'Em

I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, the story, or the characters. Wish I did, though.


The air got damper as they went down the stairs. The blonde in the tight skirt hung onto Kemo’s arm, and he put his own arm around her waist. “These are the dungeons.” He flipped on the light.

“You have DUNGEONS?” Her blue eyes were wide.

“Sure.” He gave an expansive wave. “Of course,” adding in the Master’s words, “All well-conducted castles have ‘em.” There was a strong smell of mold down here; it got stronger, as they went down the hallway. “Watch out your heels don’t get caught between them stones.”

His arm tightened around her as she stumbled. “Did you ever work down here, Kemo?”

“All the time!” Her waist was warm and soft; he could feel bare skin, where her top didn’t meet her skirt.

Snuggling closer, “When Kaiba-san was here?”

Why did she want to hear about him? “Yeah, then too.” He slipped his fingers into her waistband. “He wasn’t nothing special.” Now he could feel her stomach. “We’ve had better prisoners than him.”

Her hip was up against his leg. “Is there a torture chamber?” He could feel the muscles when she moved.

“Yeah, um…”

She sounded eager. “Is it down this way?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, sure.” He sniggered. “You don’t think Master Pegasus could do without one of them things, do ya?” The cameras weren’t turned on down here. Not that he knew of. Anyway, the Master didn’t watch the monitors much any more; and if he did he’d probably laugh; maybe.

There were some cells up ahead. The blonde was leaning against his shoulder. “Are we almost there?” He could feel her hair, tickling his neck. “Are there whips and things?”

“Whips, and…” He thought. “And knives, for cutting…”

“And chains, right?”

More confidently, “Oh, sure there’s chains.” He picked a cell door. “See?” pointing at the rusty shackles on the wall.

“Can I try them?” She already had one wrist fastened. Smiling up at him, “I like bondage!” She put on the other one.

“Oh yeah?” With her arms fastened up like that, her boobs were about to spill right out the top of her neckline. Kemo popped one free and tickled the nipple.

“You stop that!” She struggled against the chains.

He laughed. This was kind of fun. “Your idea, baby!” Now he had both boobs free; he squeezed them together and sucked on them, looking into her eyes, daring her to do something.

“You motherfucker!” She couldn’t pull away, of course; there was a wall behind her. “Stop it!”

“Hey, babe –“ He gave the boobs one more lick. “You’re the one wanted to…”

“Well, I don’t any more!” She was starting to sound scared. “Stop it, Kemo!”

Not until I’m good and ready. He gave her his best naughty-boy grin. “Hey, baby, you’re up for a little fun, ain’t ya?” Kissing her gently, running his hand over her blonde hair, “We’ve got this torture chamber all to ourselves.” Unless the Master has the cameras going… Pulling her close, and pressing her head comfortingly against his chest, “And we have all night.”

“All right.” Her voice was muffled, but she sounded willing. “As long as you’re nice.” She gave a little laugh. “Can’t waste a good torture chamber, right?”

“That’s the spirit!” Her top wouldn’t come off, with the chains in the way, so he ripped it a couple times and made it.

“Kemo!” She looked cute, all shocked like that.

“I’ll buy ya a new one.” He grabbed her and went after them boobs again, sucking and biting at them, not sure which of those screams she was making were pleasure and which were fear. She was wiggling around some, but that might have been because it felt so good. It felt good to Kemo, anyway.

He shoved her skirt up out of the way. She wasn’t wearing underwear; no big surprise. There was good stuff for kissing down here. It tasted even better than the boobs. She was kicking an awful lot, though, and he had to hit her a few times to make her keep still.

He was rock hard inside his pants. Ripping them open, “You don’t mind, do ya baby?” She didn’t answer. “You said you like bondage, right?”

You have to get yourself into a funny angle, to fuck a girl that’s chained to the wall, but you can do it, if you want to bad enough. Kemo did. She was hot and wet, and she welcomed his cock as if she’d been waiting for it all day. Maybe she had. He ripped into her hungrily, holding onto her hips, so her ass wouldn’t hit the wall too hard.

He couldn’t shake the thought of those cameras, though. They were off, right? Because sometimes the Master did watch them, even now. Too late to worry about that, anyway. Right now he was getting hot, sweet pussy, from a girl who told him she liked bondage, so she must really be loving this; even if she didn’t say anything.

He shot his cum into her and leaned back on his heels, waiting for her to tell him how good it was. Only she didn’t. She just sort of hung there in the chains. And it occurred to him that he didn’t actually know for certain where the keys were to the shackles in this particular cell. Knowing the Master, they could be anywhere. Or there could not even be any.

“Aw shit!” Kemo muttered, standing and zipping up his pants. It wasn’t telling Croquet that bothered him; it was the thought that the Master might find out. He left the cell and headed back toward the stairs. If I’m lucky, he’ll laugh. The staffroom was three flights up. But he might decide to get mad. He left the door open, since he’d have to go right back down. This is the third chick I’ve done like that this year.