"Where did you get these things?" She asked Gargo, trying to ignore the fierce erection making a tent of his apron as he finished adjusting her straps.

"Stuff's been here all the time My Lady." Gargo replied, staring slack mouthed at her mouth watering nipples, "there's chests full of all manner of gear down in the sub levels from years gone by. Before the queen came to Dashane and made the king close up the dungeons this place was buzzing." The dungeon master's scathing tone showed what he thought of the queen. But when he looked around the various pieces of well-oiled equipment, his chest seemed to swell with pride as he warmed to his subject.

"The king's grandfather, old 'Iron' Magnus – now there was a hard bastard! – built up the finest range of torture equipment on the continent. Had stuff brought from all over, even by sea from as far away as Lupe." Gargo waived his arms at various machines most of which the countess could not even begin to fathom.

"All strong monarchs have use for a well stocked dungeon, My Lady." He told her nipples knowingly, so I've kept it all in good order, every bit of it, waiting for the time when it'd be needed, see."

"Well it's certainly needed now," snapped Vulkan ominously, as he bounded up from the sub levels with an arm full of equipment, "and so are your extremely valuable services dungeon master, starting by you getting Princess Lilly installed into that tit press over there."

The countess settled herself back to watch as Gorgo and his hideous grull lifted the terrified princess from the horse and over to the tall frame Vulkan had indicated. With a skill born of long experience the hugely enthusiastic dungeon master offered Lilliphane's voluptuous body up to the equipment, pursing his lips as he made a few quick calculations as to her height and breast size.