0 comments/ 103993 views/ 6 favorites Dungeon By: fadinglory_uk The strains of Mozart, badly-played on my neighbour's piano, drifted through the open window. I recognised the piece, one I used to play myself - a sonata of relative simplicity. When the telephone rang, the harsh notes cutting through the air, it startled me, even though I was expecting the call. It was him, just as I knew it would be. His instructions were specific, precise - with no preparatory smalltalk. 'Put on the outfit you received this morning. Take the bus to the city square. Flash at least two men while you're on the bus. I'll see you there at two.' My heart thumped as he hung up, my cunt melting with anticipation. I'd unwrapped the box that had come by courier and in trepidation had revealed the shiny black PVC skirt, the black lace plunge-front top, the long black lace gloves, the black lace-topped stockings (I'd spotted the theme here) and the shiny high-heeled shoes with straps that wrapped and buckled around my ankles. No bra, I'd noticed. The lace top was sheer and stretchy - in the box, it looked about six inches wide. I trusted that it would stretch to accommodate me and hoped that its tightness would lend much-needed support. I went through to my bedroom to dress, stripping off my commonplace t-shirt and skirt and dressing myself in these whorish clothes. The gloves lent an air of rakish elegance to what was otherwise standard hooker gear. The skirt was little more than a large and elaborate belt and the zips that ran up the front were open. I knew better than to close them. Looking at myself in the mirror I could see the wide trenches of pale thigh displayed through the slits. The tops of my stockings showed beneath the hem in any case. If I took long steps my cunt was revealed, complete with the piercings he'd insisted I have done soon after we'd met. But in the shoes he'd provided it was all I could do to balance. There wouldn't be any danger of flashing unless I intended to - which of course, obedient to his will, I would. My breasts were given a little lift by the top, but it opened low down and the lace was distinctly flimsy in appearance, showing my nipples clearly through the gossamer black threads. As I looked at myself they puckered and stiffened, standing out like cherries through the thin material. Unconsciously I stroked my clit, feeling the wetness that oozed between my fingers. I gave myself a shake and reminded myself I didn't have long and pleasuring myself was not on the agenda - at least not until later and then only if he demanded it. I got out my make-up and painted on a sluttish red mouth, heavily outlined my eyes in black and completed my image of total whore by backcombing my hair into a wild mane of tangled curls and spraying it liberally with lacquer. Despite the cool of the early autumn day I left the house wearing only the outfit he'd provided, my nipples growing even harder in the fresh air. I looked straight ahead, hoping no-one who knew me would see me but thinking that they wouldn't recognise me if they did. I made for the bus-stop, feeling more than a tad incongruous, dressed as I was for the night, and a hot night at that. And did tarts travel by bus? Surely he should have provided me with a golden limousine... Standing at my local bus stop was torture, feeling myself the focus of every disapproving eye and sure that at any moment someone I knew would come along and I would have a hell of a lot of explaining to do. But luck was with me and we didn't have to wait long. I boarded the bus and went to the upper deck, swaying precariously in my heels as the bus lurched down the road. I hovered on the spiral stair, in case anyone below happened to be looking up and getting an eyeful of my cunt. But sitting upstairs I knew I had to flash two men and at this time of day not many men traveled on buses. In fact generally buses were more the mode of transport of women and children. And of the people on the upper deck, one was unmistakably a nun, even if she was evidently a nun from a 'modern' order, wearing dowdy navy clothes but a headdress all the same. I reflected on the spread of female humanity on that bus as I looked around and decided who was going to get to see my cunt. Downstairs was packed with harassed young mothers juggling shopping, babies and buggies, plus a fair smattering of elderly women of varying degrees of sprightliness. Up here there was the nun, whose thoughts probably rarely turned to matters sexual, and me, a complete and utter whore whose mind rarely turned to anything else. I hadn't always been like this but in recent years, since I had become his slut, he filled my waking mind with his commands and desires and my nights with dreams of deeds done and deeds still to come. He only had one use for me, as a toy to be fucked, used and abused. And that was fine by me. I'd had plenty of years when I'd lived as chastely as the nun... I gave a little shudder. God, whatever else happened, I didn't want those years back again. But now to concentrate on the task in hand. There were several men up here, mostly elderly, and one or two adolescent boys skiving off school. They were looking at me and sniggering and I sat towards the aisle, my long, stocking-clad legs spread out, the zips up to my waist, my thighs on display. As they looked I deliberately hitched my skirt up still further and opened my legs so that they could see my wet, open cunt, the rings gleaming in the shadows. They snorted with suppressed excitement and embarrassment, not knowing where to look. Boys didn't count, however. It was the men I had to flash. We were almost at the city square, so I rose to my feet, tall on my high heels and turned to face the two elderly men behind me. Smiling at them as they gazed at me in what looked like appalled fascination, I reached inside my skirt as if to scratch myself or to adjust my non-existent underwear. Casually I lifted the front flap of skirt up, showing myself off to them, using my fingers to spread the folds of my labia. Then just as casually I let the skirt fall, climbed down the stairs and left the bus before they had even recovered from the sight. I felt on a huge high as I made my way to the war memorial at the centre of the square, where he would have me meet him, and sat on a bench awaiting his arrival. He could not have chosen a more public place for my humiliating display. Whatever I was inside, dressing like this had never been something I'd have wanted or dared to do before I met him. Now it pleased him to demonstrate my sluttishness to all and sundry, to have me perform his will in public as well as in private. I knew I would have to sit there for a while before he came for me. Probably he was somewhere near already, watching me and enjoying my discomfiture. There was a streak of the voyeur in him that delighted in watching me being used by designated others, that enjoyed my shame when I was exhibited in public. Women walking past gave me disapproving glares. Occasionally I thought I detected a glimmer of knowing amusement on a face instead of scorn and wondered if on another day, she too might be found sitting in a public place dressed like a whore. Who knows... just because the vast majority of people keep their private fantasy lives determinedly under wraps, doesn't mean they don't have fantasies as rich and strange as those of us who flaunt them in public. Men tended to slow down as they walked near me, making sure they took in every detail, the stockings, the thighs, the all-but-naked tits... I survived by not focusing on anyone in particular, not even looking for him. He'd be along in his own good time, when it suited him. I accepted that I was to be subject to public scrutiny for an unusually long time today. I was beginning to feel chilly despite the heat of my shame which burned in my face. But I kept my shoulders back and my tits thrust out. He wanted a display and I would not fail him. At last he arrived, materialising beside me on the bench and whispering softly in my ear. 'Hello slut.' 'Hello....' I replied, turning my head to face him. 'How do I look?' He smiled. 'Like a cheap hooker... in other words, perfect. Come on, my dear, it's time for you to ply your trade...' I rose, he offered me his arm, and led me away from the main roads that radiated from the square and into the warren of narrow lanes that ran in between. We walked for quite a while, my calf muscles screaming as they struggled to cope with the five-inch heels he'd provided for me. After so many twists and turns that I'd lost my way and found myself in a district I didn't recognise, he stopped at a shabby green door set into a blank brick wall. Taking a bunch of keys from his pocket, he unlocked the door with a curious old key that hung from the loop on a length of rusty black iron chain. Standing back, he gave me a little push. 'After you...' he said. I peered into the shadowy interior. Just inside the doorway a flight of stone steps descended into profound gloom. Reaching around me he felt for and flicked a switch. A weak wattage bulb illuminated the interior. At the bottom of the stairs a corridor led away. Gingerly I began to descend the steps. I heard him enter and relock the door behind us from within. Feeling for the damp brick wall I continued my descent. At the bottom of the stairs, the corridor ran to both my right and left, arched and lined with brick. The atmosphere was close, musty and dank. The air had that unmistakable chill of the cellar. 'Which way?' I asked. 'To your left, slut' he responded, his voice sounding curiously muffled down here in the depths. I walked on, my footsteps tapping on the stone-flagged floor, his own sounding hollow behind me. Eventually I came to a door that was made of heavy oak planks, bound with iron hinges and with a small grille about six inches square set in at eye level. I turned to him and raised an eyebrow, my mouth curving in a smile. Somehow this seemed all too predictable, like a stage-designer's idea of a dungeon. 'Here?' I asked. Blandly he smiled back at me. 'Here' he agreed, approaching the door and unlocking it with a black key very similar to that which had opened the outer door. I entered the dungeon, for that was evidently what it was intended to be. It was a room about eight feet square, with the same arched roof as the corridor and walls of brick that sweated damp, their surfaces covered with flaky white deposits and towards the floor, green slime. On two walls there were flaming torches for illumination, and these had been thoughtfully lit in advance. On the floor stood heavy altar candlesticks in which great fat red candles burned, giving off that delicious scent of melting wax. The other walls were fitted with various iron bands and chains and other intriguing methods of restraint, not to mention a large number of implements of correction. I walked in and examined them, curious as to how each worked. Some were obvious in their intentions, others.... well no doubt he would know. In the ceiling a narrow ventilation shaft went up to the street but no natural light was discernable through it. The bright autumn day was immaterial down here where it was never day and never night but always something in between. This time he'd surprised me. We'd never been anywhere like this before and I wondered what was coming next. 'What have you got in store for me?' I asked, my voice sounding thin and uncertain - surely only the effect of the atmosphere... Despite the chill in the air, I felt excited. I hoped whatever it was wouldn't be too painful but he wasn't usually into pain. He preferred showing me off and making me do things where other people could see. I wouldn't have figured a private dungeon would be really his cup of tea. He seemed to sense and relish my uncertainty. He pulled me towards him, pinching my nipples and then one hand slipping under my skirt to toy with my labia. 'I brought you here for a reason, my pet' he told me, his fingers circling my clit and thrusting suddenly deep into my cunt. I gasped, squeezing him as tight as I could. 'What reason?' I asked. 'A bit of business actually' he told me, unapologetically. 'There's a deal I'd dearly like to close and I'm told my opposite number - a Dutchman by the way - is fond of.... well let's say the services that you and I are particularly well-placed to offer him - you in one way and I in another.' I wasn't sure I liked the sound of this. 'What way?' I asked. His fingers continued to play with me as my cunt spilled its juices down my thighs. 'You have a body that he will enjoy using and that body is mine to dispose of...' he told me. It was true. He'd made me his and time and again I'd told him he could do what he liked with me. Being part of a business deal hadn't happened before now but there was a first time for everything. 'His fantasy...' he went on, whispering in my ear, 'is to come across some whore being held in a dungeon for her sins and to be allowed to give her some of what she so richly deserves...' I shivered. How much of what she deserves, I wondered, and who decides what's reasonable? 'Relax, little one, you'll probably have a lot of fun...' he told me. 'And one thing's for sure,' he continued, his fingers fucking me more vigorously now, so that I moaned and clung to him, one leg wrapped around his waist to afford him maximum access, 'I shall certainly enjoy watching you...' His mouth closed over mine, his tongue invading my mouth. I relaxed. If he was going to watch he'd look out for me, I'd be safe. The kiss went on for quite a while, but when he released me he said hoarsely, 'Don't worry about the clothes, I've something much nicer for you to wear later, and I'll take you somewhere REALLY special as a reward, my darling.' I smiled. I couldn't help it, the idea of being used as a sweetener in a business deal did appeal to the inveterate whore in me. 'I'll be fine' I said. 'Where are you going to put me?' 'Good girl' he said. 'That's the attitude I like. And I love the way you're already looking forward to being used by this stranger... you slut.' I purred, his words turning me on. I loved it when he told me what a slut I was. He lifted one of my wrists and secured it to a leather cuff hanging on a thick iron chain from the ceiling. My other wrist was similarly fastened, so that both arms were raised above my head and I was left dangling in the middle of the room. I wasn't pulled off my feet, but given the height of my heels I knew this position, which was not comfortable now, would quickly become unbearable. He bent and fiddled with a loop of metal at my feet and as he stood I realised he'd threaded a narrow length of chain through the loop. Reaching under my skirt he clipped each end of the chain to one of the rings through my labia. There was a definite pull as soon as the second clip was attached and my movement was now totally restricted as any action on my part would put a very unpleasant strain on my piercings. I was tethered vertically into position. He stepped back, satisfied. 'You'll be watching, won't you...' I asked, my voice threadbare, nerves now mastering my earlier excitement. He stroked my nipples, which were taut with fear. 'I don't intend to miss a moment of this, my whore. You'll be performing for me, in whatever it is you do for him. Give him satisfaction and you will satisfy ME.' His fingers moved once more to my cunt and stroked the stretched labia, slipping inside again briefly. He removed his fingers and wiped them on my face, smearing my lipstick. 'The finishing touch' he said. 'Delightfully slutty. I'll go now, my dear. But I'll be seeing you...' And he left me, turning the key in the lock, unnecessarily, from the other side. As I heard his footsteps retreating away down the corridor, I felt a huge surge of fear, terrified suddenly that something would go wrong and I'd be left here and forgotten about. I tried to calm myself down. This was a commercial venture surely; someone somewhere knew where I was, not just my Master. And then there was the Dutchman, the man who loved punishment. He too must know where I was. Chained in the dungeon, chilly, alone, nervous, I awaited my visitor. My arms were aching already but the only way to relieve the pressure on them was to stand on tiptoe. If I tried that, however, it put more pressure on my labia. There was nothing to be done but to hang there and to hope that my client would arrive soon. There was nothing like my current physical discomfort to make me look forward to whatever was coming next. It would have to be an improvement on just waiting here, surely... The candles flickered, sending shadows dancing around the walls. I could see grossly-distorted versions of myself greyly moving on the walls. My muscles ached. But all the same, there was something about having to stay here, helplessly, for some man who would use me for his pleasure, and knowing that in reality I was being prostituted to him for the sake of a business deal that made my cunt drip... If the Dutchman didn't come soon I was going to be faced with another problem, I realised. It was hours now since I'd had a piss and my bladder was dangerously full. I wished I'd mentioned it before allowing myself to be chained up like this. I hoped I'd be able to hold out until the man had been and gone but if he didn't come soon I wasn't going to be answerable for the consequences. Just when I was beginning to wonder if he'd been given the address of another dungeon entirely I heard footfalls in the corridor outside. Straining to hear, I thought I could make out two men talking in low voices. And then, at last, the sound of the key turning in the lock. I saw his silhouette against the doorframe as he opened the cell door. He stood there, a massive figure of a man who had to stoop to enter. I couldn't make out his features or the expression on his face. I felt both a sudden leap of fear - this was it - and also a rush of excitement - this was IT! He ducked his head and crossed the floor to me in two swift strides. He was on me before I realised it, grabbing a handful of my hair and jerking my head painfully back. 'So, slut, someone has locked you up for your crimes?' he asked me. I thought it best to play along with him, feeding his fantasy. 'Yes... yes Sir' I answered. His hand slapped me hard on the face and I gasped as my head snapped round. 'Don't dare to look at me, you worthless piece of trash' he spat at me, his fingers pinching viciously at my nipples. I kept my face averted. 'No Sir, sorry Sir' I muttered in a subdued voice. 'I've been told the sort of behaviour you've been locked up for, you filthy whore' he went on. 'You're not safe to be allowed out on the streets with decent people. You're a depraved and corrupting influence, I'm told you'll fuck anything with a cock attached and that you're here to learn the error of your ways...' 'Yes Sir' I said. 'I hope you'll teach me to be a better person, Sir' I went on. I could really get into this. I couldn't help it, after the initial pain had subsided I was getting excited all over again. He pinched my nipples harder, pulling and twisting them so I cried out again. 'Maybe there's some hope for you, slut, if you really want to repent. The only way I've found that works is to beat the evil out of a woman like you. Enough pain and torment and you'll finally see that a life of sin simply isn't worth it any more'. I wasn't sure I liked the sound of this but wasn't in any position to argue. 'Help me, Sir' I said, hoping I wasn't over-egging the souffle. 'Help me see the light.... make me a better woman, Sir'. During this touching little speech he'd seized a crop from the array of instruments on the wall behind me. Now he was in front of me again and swiftly he pulled my lace top up, so that it was a mere dark band above my breasts, right under my armpits. The next thing I knew was a blinding flash that detonated behind my eyes and a white-hot bolt of pain through my naked tits as the first blow fell. Over and over he hit me and I screamed and screamed, unable to prevent the blows from falling, and unable to stop myself jerking and thrashing in my bonds despite the pain that also seared through my labia. I lost count of the blows he inflicted on my breasts and went into a trance of pain from which I only emerged when I realised, sometime later, that the blows had ceased. My tormentor was undoing the cuffs from my wrists and as the pull on them ceased I slumped to the floor. But he hadn't finished with me by any means. Having unchained my labia, taking the opportunity to slide his fingers roughly inside me and snorting with apparent disgust when his fingers emerged covered in my juices, he pulled me up onto a leather-upholstered bench where he bound me so that he could now strap my arse. This he proceeded to do with relish and although at first it wasn't as painful as the whipping of my tits had been, soon the regularity with which he directed the tawse at the same tender areas of flesh began to break me down until I was screaming and crying almost as hard as I had been before. Dungeon At last the blows ceased and I lay there sobbing quietly while once again his fingers invaded my cunt. 'You whore, if anything you're even wetter' he said hoarsely. 'I only know one way to deal with a slut like you...' he said, ripping my skirt off me and - unmistakably - unzipping his trousers. I was not surprised, then, and in fact greatly relieved, thinking my punishment was over, when the next thing I felt was his cock sliding into my sopping cunt. It's not my fault if I'm wet, I thought crossly. It's not as if it didn't hurt after all. I lay there and he pumped away at me for a while, hard, mechanically almost. There was nothing erotic about it but it was a hell of a lot better than being beaten. At length he pulled out and I felt a thick finger pressing into my arse. No surprises there either. 'Sluts like you need to be taught a lesson' he growled, removing the finger, spitting on my hole and forcing his cock hard against it. I relaxed my muscles but it still hurt me badly as he thrust his way inside. Again the mechanical fucking while I lay there like a sack and let him get on with it. Eventually he pulled out and I thought that would be it... but I was wrong. Although he untied me, it was only to turn me over and secure me face-upwards on the bench. My abused tits were swollen and throbbing and my arse was on fire. He pulled off his trousers altogether and wove an unsteady path towards one of the huge candlesticks. When he came back to me he had one of the fat red candles in his hand and he laughed to himself as he bent over me, holding the flame close to my body so that I started with fear yet couldn't help responding with pleasure as beads of hot red wax fell onto my tortured nipples and then my clit. 'You like that, don't you, whore?' he muttered thickly. 'Let's see how you like this...' And as he spoke he brought the candle close to my flesh again and deliberately let the flame lick over my left nipple. I screamed and arched my back as the flame burnt me but he moved it away again, sprinkling me with more wax in the process. I lay there sobbing weakly, wondering at what point my Master would step in and stop him. I wasn't sure this man was entirely sane. Then there was no more time for wondering as the flame now played over my right nipple... Again I bucked and screamed and felt the shaming hot wetness as my full bladder suddenly began voiding its contents all down my thighs and splashing onto the floor. He stood back, pleased with the effect of his actions. 'Good, slut, you see the poisons are leaving your body...' I was sure he was crazy by now. There couldn't be much more, could there? But he moved the candle down my body and quite suddenly I knew what more was to come. I tensed, my nerves all quivering, adrenaline surging through my body and all my hair standing on end suddenly as - yes - and I screamed and screamed, my voice wild and unnatural in my ears, as he played the flame now over my clit. I arched, my body stiff as a bow, yet still he held the candle there, the flame seeming to sear right into my soul. Then, when I was sure I could bear it no longer, suddenly with a twist of the wrist, he'd turned it about, wax rained down on my flesh and there was one more instant of white-hot pain, as hard fast and surely he thrust it deep inside me, extinguishing it in my cunt. 'That should teach you the error of your ways, slut' he slurred, panting audibly, and I felt the warm rain of his cum as it spurted now in thick white gobbets all over my face, wet with tears and sweat, and my burnt tits. I lay there, exhausted and spent, my eyes closed now as I heard him fumbling for his clothes, dressing and leaving the cell. The key turned once again in the lock and I heard the sound of footsteps dying away in the distance. Left alone once more, despite the fires that still seemed to burn all over my body, but especially in my nipples and clit, I think I slept. I awoke when my Master returned, after I don't know how long, bearing with him a basin of cool water with which he washed me tenderly, and ointment which he rubbed gently into my burnt flesh. 'Of course he's mad as a hatter,' my Master said as he ministered to me, 'but he was most impressed with you, my darling. You clinched the deal for me and he's very appreciative. And if you have the energy left, I've a table booked somewhere rather special. I've a hotel room nearby where you can clean up properly and then if you're up to it we'll go spend some of your earnings.' It was all over. It really was. Gingerly I sat up. 'I definitely want to get out of here and get showered and clean,' I told him. 'I'm glad my ordeal was worth it... ' 'You shall have champagne tonight' he said, patting me playfully on the arse. I winced. 'Belle Epoque' I told him firmly. 'And I shall expect you to fill the BATH with it.' I took the towel from him and wrapped it around my waist. Getting to my feet I tottered out of the dungeon, happy to be alive and suddenly feeling not only hungry but elated. No, not just elated but high as a kite. I knew exactly what I wanted. First I needed to be clean. Then to eat. And after that, I wanted to be fucked to within an inch of my life. The Dutchman had got it all wrong, silly man. There were no two ways about it. Punishment just increased the appetite... Dungeon She was so nervous; tonight was the night Master was presenting her to his group of friends. She knew this night was very important to Master, so she carefully prepared herself just the way Master had instructed. She very carefully washed herself, with the soap that Master instructed her to use. She made sure her body was free of any hair. She put on the scent that Master liked the best. Just lightly, enough to make her feel a little Feminine. She slipped into the outfit that Master had chosen; it was a short skirt, with a slit up the side, and a halter style top. It was in a beautiful shade of emerald green that showed off her red hair and fair coloring. She was ready at the time Master told her to be. She knew to be late would not be good. She had been with him for about a month now, and this would be the first time she would be presented to his friends in public. She had met a few of his friends during the past week, but none as important as the ones she would be meeting tonight. She wasn’t sure what to expect. She knew that she would be asked to do things by other Masters, and by her own Master. She just hoped she didn’t fail him. “Relax, little one, you’ll do just fine. Remember anything that is asked of you tonight, is not going to harm you. I’ll be here the whole time, part of my job is to protect you and that I will do always.” “Yes Sir” she replied quietly. The drove a short distance from his house, to another house. It was one of his friend’s houses. Master explained later that they take turns hosting. They arrived at the same time two of the other members of Master’s group arrived. They openly appraised her, making her want to squirm, but she remained calm. “Very good my Pet” Master whispered in her ear. They all entered the house together, after introducing their host; Master led her to a small room. “Disrobe” was the only command given. She quietly removed her clothing, when she bent over to remove her shoes; He lightly smacked her bottom. She smiled, relaxing for the first time since they arrived. She stood before him, her hands at her sides. He slipped a collar with a leash attached, on her neck. “Remember, I won’t let harm come to you” he kissed her forehead and lead her out of the room. When they entered the room she saw her host, the two men from outside, and another man, all seated and watching her. She hoped her nervousness didn’t show on her face. “Gentlemen, I’d like to present to you Tori, my new submissive. She came to me approximately a month ago. She is still new to our lifestyle, but I fell she will fit into our dungeon quite nicely.” He tugged the leash, making her come forward. He slipped a blindfold on her, and lead her to the A Frame that was across the room. He gently attached her to the A Frame, he could feel the slight trembling of her body. He longed to comfort her but knew it would have to wait. “Master M, May I inspect?” Tori felt her muscles tense, and tried to relax. She felt an unfamiliar set of hands cup her breast. The hands were smaller than those of her Master, but were gentle. She felt his thumbs stroke over her nipples, making them stand out. He circled her entire breast with his hands, tugging and pulling a little harder each time. She felt the nipple clamp being attached and bit back a moan. Then the other one was put on. He tugged at the chain hanging between her breast; she winced but didn’t make a sound. “ Bend forward” as a hand pushed her forward. Again the touch was soft at first. She felt the hands run from her shoulders, down her back, to her ass. Gently her ass cheeks were opened and a finger probed inside her anus. She felt the moisture build between her legs. Then the hands changed. They were no longer the smaller ones, these felt larger than Master’s. The fingertips felt rougher. She almost gasped when two fingers were pushed into her ass. The fingers started stroking her ass; soon she was straining against her bonds, begging for release. “Please, may I cum Sir” “ Not Yet” Just as she was about to explode, the fingers were withdrawn from her ass and put into her pussy. As the fingers probed, she felt the sting of a hand on her Ass. He gave her several hard slaps, leaving her ass feeling bruised and sore. The hand in her pussy brought her back to a fevered state. She wasn’t sure she could contain this one. “ Please Sir, May I cum” she begged. “ Not yet” was once again the reply. She fought to control the need, straining against the fingers. “Please” she whimpered. Her head was pulled back hard as a hand fisted in her hair “Don’t you dare” was all that was growled in her ear. The ropes holding her to the A Frame were released, and she almost sagged to the floor. “On your knees” She knelt on the floor just the way Master had taught her to. Hands on her thighs, knees slightly apart. “So you want to become a member of our dungeon, do you?” “Yes Sir” she whispered. A slight slap on her face made her speak louder. “Yes Sir” “ You do know that you may be asked to do things by other Masters of this dungeon don’t you” Another whispered, “Yes Sir” This slap on her face was a little harder. “Yes Sir” She was trembling so hard, she thought her teeth would start chattering. “ Good girl” was the last thing she heard, before she heard footsteps walking away from her. She could hear soft whispered voices behind her. She prayed, she had done well for her Master. She feared that if she failed him, he would send her away. She heard footsteps coming back towards her. She felt something being placed on her neck. She assumed it was the collar that Master had used on her when she came in. “Rise” she heard her Master command. As she stood, the blindfold was removed. She stood blinking for a few minutes in the glare of the lights. As her eyes focused she looked into her Master’s face, but he gave nothing away. He inserted two fingers into her pussy and quickly brought her to a point of needing release. “Master, please may I cum” she begged “Now” As she shuddered against his hand, he gripped her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to look at him. “ You have one more thing to do before we are finished my Pet. Whenever we take a new submissive into our dungeon she is given a spanking. The masters determine the number of strokes she is to receive. They have determined you will receive 30 strokes with a belt.” “Yes Sir” He released her hair, and sat down in a chair. He picked up the belt that was on the floor next to the chair and pulled her across his knees. She felt herself get red from embarrassment, at being spanked in front of strangers. As she heard the whoosh of the belt just before it connected with her ass, she tried not to flinch. The first few strokes weren’t as hard as some of the spankings Master had given her in the past, but as he continued to spank her the strokes got harder. “Thank me after each stroke from now on” he commanded. She had received 15 strokes up to this point. The strokes were getting harder and harder. She hoped she could hold out until the stroke thirty. As commanded each stroke he gave her she replied with “ Thank you Master” her voice got quieter with the strokes. She was almost in tears. Her bottom was stinging like it never had before. The last five strokes he gave her were the worst she had ever felt. She knew she could say her safeword and he would stop, but she had to prove to him she could do this. The very last stroke, he gave her was the hardest yet. She cried out when the final blow landed. “Thank you Master” she barely whispered. He stood her up, and not looking at her indicated she should kneel. She knelt at his feet, while silent tears slipped down her face. Master knelt down and attached the leash back to her collar. He tugged it for her to get up. He silently led her back to the other room. Once in the room he shut the door and pulled her into his arms. “You did wonderful Pet” he murmured in her ear as he stroked her back. “ You may not be sitting for a few days, but you passed” he told her proudly. “Thank you Master, I wanted to please you tonight” “You have” he soothed. He walked over to a small fridge, and took out some water and some ice. He handed her the bottle of water, and then gently turned her around so he could soothe her burning ass with some ice. “Get dressed, we are almost done” She carefully got dressed, and stood waiting for him once she was finished. He took out a package that she hadn’t seen him bring in with him. He just tucked it into his jacket pocket. They walked back into the room, and she was surprised to see other people there. This time there were other ladies, most of who were in similar clothes or nothing kneeling at their master’s feet. “Tori, we’d like to welcome you into our community. In due time you will meet everyone and learn what positions they hold within our dungeon. “ This was said by the host for the evening. “My Pet, I have something for you before we leave.” Her Master slipped the box out of his pocket and presented her with a gold necklace resembling a collar. “You will wear this at all times, this is your symbol that you are now a collared sub. Do you have any questions?” “No Master” she sighed, as he placed the choker around her neck. “Let’s go home” he whispered. Dungeon I stand before you my emerald eyes, kissed with the ocean’s mist, lowered. My hair falls in gentle curls to my waist, my red silks clinging to the graceful curves of my body. You gently place a finger under my chin lifting my eyes to yours. Your hands move to my shoulders and with one swift movement my silks fall to the floor. Taking my hand you whisper, “come with me little one,” and lead me down the steps to a large wooden door. You open it guiding me inside. Standing inside while you light the lights there, revealed to my widening eyes, a large room filled with various devices. I gaze in awe at whips, chains, floggers, crops, restraints, hoods, and gags. The room is filled with toys. You lead me by the hand to a frame and stand me under it. Lifting my hand, you place my wrist in the shackle dangling on the right of the frame. As you place my left wrist in it’s the shackle, I begin to tremble. My thoughts race, my heart pounds as I look into your eyes and my fears are erased. I trust you with my very life. You bend down placing the shackles on my ankles, first the right and then the left. Rising, you come close to me, my eyes never leaving yours, yours never leaving mine. You place your lips on mine in a soft gentle kiss, just before placing, a ball gag in my mouth. I watch as you cross the room and turn to the table. When you turn around I see a leather paddle and four leaf clover nipple clamps, on a silver chain. My eyes widen and I watch as you come close to me and stroke my breasts. Taking my nipples between your fingers you roll them and tweak them until they are swollen and erect. I arch my back. You fasten one clamp and adjust it till it bites onto my right nipple. My body quivers. The other clamp you place on my left nipple and pull the chain, tightening it until a deep moan escapes my throat. My body strains against the shackles as I watch you pick the paddle up. You come behind me and run the paddle over the curve of my bottom getting the feel of it; I moan again my back arching. You suddenly whack my bottom and my body reacts, straining against the shackles. You see my bottom reddening and whack it again, repeating until each cheek has received five harsh blows. I groan and you carefully watch my eyes checking my level of discomfort. You pull the silver chain, causing my back to arch, my eyes filled with fire lifting to meet yours. You lift the chain until my breasts are exposed attaching the chain to a small hook. You return to the table selecting a small flogger. You swing the flogger testing it. My pleading eyes follow yours as you near. You gently caress my cheek only seconds before a swing of the flogger strikes my left breast and then my right. My back arches and I once again test my restraints. You check my heat, your hand rubbing the slit. You whisper. “Mmmmmm, my little one you are quite wet for your Master.” You stroke my clit making it harden. You run the small flogger over my heat and look into my eyes, your voice husky as you ask “you know what this is for don't you?” My body quakes as you rapidly but with much less force strike my heat five times, listening to the wet spanking sounds. Confident now, you place a blindfold over my eyes and remove the ball gag. You kiss me deeply; I return your kiss with hunger. Breaking the kiss you go to the table and return with a large flogger as my body visibly trembles. You whack my bottom in sudden random strokes, repeating until my bottom glows red. Once again you place your hand on my heat and stroke. You pull the silver chain. You feel my juices flow freely over your hand. I whisper your name. You whisper “good girl.” The strokes grow more urgent. I whisper “Master if you do not stop now.” You hold me in place stroking my clit faster now. My back arches and my juices flow over your hand as you stroke my clit faster. You ask for me to hold as long as I can. “Yes Master.” “Then cum for me Nic,” You whisper to me. I whimper and my body shudders as wave after wave rolls through my body. “Nic you are such a good girl,” you say as you unfasten me and carry me to our bed. “Master is so proud you are mine.” I raise my eyes to yours. Tenderly making sure I am alright, you gently position me on all fours. You take a pillow for my head, and stroke my back, kissing it. You kiss my bottom as it is still red and gently enter my dripping heat. You push in carefully until you are buried deep inside me, holding me. I bite my lip to keep from crying out as you carefully push back and forth. Thrusting deeper and deeper with each stroke, I move back against you moaning in pleasure, my body quivering. Holding me close you stroke my breasts, filling me. You go faster now kissing the nape of my neck. Whispering, “thank you,” You feel the climax rising and try to hold back. I push against you crying out, feeling the wave sweeping over you. You lose yourself in it. I came for you, and with you. You slip out and rush to hold me, taking me in your arms. You hold me kissing my lips. Our kiss deep and loving, You hold me in your arms and stroke my face as I fall asleep in your arms. Dungeon Desires Sadie slowly opened her eyes and found herself shivering from the cold. It was dark and she couldn't see anything in the room except some shining pole left perched by her left foot. Her arms ached and as she tried to move them, she noticed she was tied up in some way. Panic set in and it seemed the more she viciously struggled out of her restraints, the more pain shot down her arms and into her back. Her feet were also tied but she had some freedom to move them side to side. She couldn't tell what her restraints were even though she could feel them. They felt like a thick rope yet they were soft on her skin. Little comfort that brought her as she laid there tied up and helpless. Her head ponded against her skin and she felt groggy. It took a lot of energy to fight her restraints. The coldness in the room made her shiver and she could feel a cold mass of air cross over her belly. It made her body tense and shiver and she knew then that she her clothes were missing. She attempted to adjust her eyes to this darkness that now surrounded her. It was difficult to focus as her head pounded inside. But she fought back the pain. She laid there trying not to let panic set in when she heard a sound somewhere close by. "Hello? Anyone there?" she calmly said hoping to get someone's attention. Fear was overtaking her body as she anxiously waited for an answer. Nothing. Minutes passed by and she tried again. This time louder "Hello? Hello? Anyone there?" as she lifted her head up to look around as best as she could. Nothing. Helpless and her energy drained from her body, she collapsed in tears in the dingy, musky scented dark room. Somehow she must have slept because she woke up wearing a blind fold over her eyes. Not able to adjust it, she focused on its soft touch knowing that it was manufactured and not something tied around her head. Again, she called out hoping for something, anything. As her voice trembled alive, "Hello? Where am I? Anyone there? Please don't hurt me!" as tears flowed behind the mask unable to control herself any longer. Her last memories were of getting a coffee at her favorite shop then she blanked out. Unable to contain herself, she tried once again to speak. Only this time, a warm large hand came up and covered her mouth. Panic set in as she screamed that came out as muffled sounds against the hand on her face. The warm taunting breath of her capturer sheered against her ear as she knew full well it was close by. A deep, dark, husky voice broke the silence. "You'll do what you are told here. If you don't, you'll be punished." Coldly he spoke against her ear. His stern voice seemed to echo in the small room. "Not another word, slave or you will be punished. Do you understand?" With a nod, Sadie accepted what he said. "Good, little one. We'll get along just fine" as he lifted his hand to run it through her long dark brown hair laying skewed around her face. "There, there, my pet" as he stroked her hair. "Lay back and relax. You will not deny me." He withdrew just then and I felt him get up from the mattress I laid on as it shifted under his weight. Paralyzed with fear, I couldn't move as I listened for his motions about the room. He must have stood over me as I heard nothing then felt his finger gingerly run up the side of my body. His touch made me cringe as I tried to pull away. Then he moved closer again as I heard him say perfectly "there, there. I won't bite". He traced the outskirts of my round breast then graciously moved over the nipple teasing and taunting it in its wake. I felt the bud form on my nipple and a subtle bit of pleasure from the caress. Then he moved towards my other side doing the same with the other breast one at a time. He noticed my body's reaction as he smirked away "you want it and I'm the one going to deliver on that. You now belong to me. You won't deny me ANYTHING!" with that last word, he stopped and I heard footsteps walk away, a door creaked open and slammed close. Then silence. Petrified in fear, I could still hear him as if he was still in the room. I could smell him, feel his fingers on my skin as I laid there helpless, shivering from the cold. Helpless and alone, I felt the tears formed in my eyes as my arms burned from the pain of being tied in the same position all this time. Time was meaningless and I heard nothing from the outside world. Not a single bird chattering in the trees or a car as it drove by. I concentrated on listening for anything, a train in the distance just to be able get some bearing as to where I was held against my will. My ears became my friend as my eyes were helpless to help from under the confines of the mask in an already darkened room. All I could do was wait as time had little meaning in this wretched place. Just waited for him to return. My only contact from the outside world was my capturer. Without a name and face. I must have dozed off as I woke up to a slam. It was that door and then footsteps as they approached. I moved my head towards the direction of the sound. I could tell that it was him by the heaviness of the feet as they moved along the floor. There was a clatter as he placed some things down from somewhere in the floor then walked towards me and then silence. The footsteps ended at the end of the bed and I knew he was looking at me lying there. I heard a click and then another. Followed by him moving around the base of the bed. He's taking my picture! As fear ripped through my veins as I started to move to try and conceal myself the best I could. "Lay still! Don't make me come over there!" he commanded and I soon stopped. After minutes went by, he put down the camera and came over to me. This time, I felt the restraints as they had loosened temporarily against my wrists. He pushed me into a sitting position on the bed as my arms cried out in pain from being in the same position for so long. The change was heaven to me. He placed them in another spot as my feet were pulled to the max as their restraints remained untouched. I knew then why they were a little longer. He went back and retrieved I believed to be his camera and then I heard more clicking as the familiar sound became soothing to my ears. My fear temporarily subsided as the photo session that I became a part of went on for quite some time. Just as I grew accustomed to the sound, it stopped and fear once again ripped through me. I heard him in the room as he moved towards me. I focused on the sound and faced the fact that he wanted more from me than just a couple pictures. A shift of weight on the bed told me he was close but not until I felt his hot breath rubbed against the side of my face did I know with any certainty. I smelt his scent and it revolted me. My breath quickened and I started to tremble knowing he so close to me. I felt humiliated and violated in every way. He leaned in and I felt his hand move towards my legs. He whispered in my ear "get use to this. This is your life now. You're hear for me, Sadie. Don't deny me." He moved his fingers onto my thigh then traced a path from one side to the other. His touch made me tremble as I screamed inside my head. I concentrated on my breathing, kept it smooth and controlled as he continued his assault on my body to further degrade me. He worked his way onto my belly just above my most private area. He paused and said "the hair must go." He pulled away and got up to reach for something. Quietly he came back and said "this won't hurt." A sponge graced my pubic hair and warm water fell between my legs. Then something was applied to that area and then I felt a razor against my skin. "Remain still" he uttered and I did as he commanded. Over the top and then slowly making its way down to through the folds of my sex. I knew what he was doing to me. Once done, he ran his fingers against that area to check his handy work. All I heard from his voice now rather husky was "a soft pussy to the touch is such a turn on". My heart sank deep inside me. He began to rub around the contours of my body and it took everything I had not to scream. I hated this man. Yet all I could do is lay there and let him have his way. On and on he stroked, first the skin then the folds. To add insult to injury he began to move his fingers to my clit where he rubbed it gently around in circles. I hated this man and yet his touch sent pleasure down my spine. I tried everything I could to not let it show. How dare he do this to me. He seemed content to play there as he continued to stroke my clit and gradually moved down towards my vagina. He felt his way around my entrance when he said "you're wet. I love it. Even tied up and with me, you're such a slut." He entered my body with his fingers and stroked from the inside. Over the walls and to my G spot. Harder and faster adding more fingers each time. Then his entire fist. The pleasure felt ran through my body and I couldn't hide my reaction. A soft moan escaped my lips as he continued to fondle and caress. He pulled out to rub my clit again. This time, my body tensed from the buildup and my hips moved towards his hand. This guy is forcing this and I am finding pleasure from it? I can't. I just can't but my body wanted it differently. It pulsed and tensed, ready to come when he suddenly stopped and walked away from the bed. All this pressure built up and then he walked away without release. He wanted me to like this. A tormentor he was and he knew he held all the cards. Ashamed at my own body's reaction, I tried to close my legs the best I could with little success. I hid my head in shoulder and felt tears welling in my eyes. Moments go by when he decided to return to the bed. But this time, he got on it. Straddled over my midriff, he removed my hand restraints and put them back in their original position, one at a time. I was forced to lay back down with him on top of me. I could feel his skin and his legs as they touched my own as I cringed wanting to desperately get away from this nightmare I found myself in. I could smell his body and it revolted me. Yet all I could do was lay there, helpless and at his mercy. Once finished, he moved down and forced my legs apart. "You're going to enjoy this. When you are ready to come, you need to ask for permission." As he moved downwards on the bed to where I felt his hot breath on my clit. It felt so intoxicating that my loins stirred again just as they did moments ago. He forced the folds open with his tongue and he started to caress my delicate skin. Working his way around my entrance, he took his time to take in my taste. Once again he moved slightly upwards to my clit where he nibbled and taunted it until my body craved more. How my body betrayed me as my loins stirred with desire as my capturer continued on. I'm going to come, I can't believe this. This incredible feeling under these circumstances. I am going to come. He knew it too. Right before it happened, he spoke "you need to ask, chere. Now!" But I remained silent as I made one last attempt to resist. He went back and licked more fiercely to make it that much harder for me. My mind was screaming inside. My mind said no while my body said yes all at the same time. Tormented inside and out, my body took control and I screamed out "I want to cum now, please. PLEASE." He paused and said "yes". He resumed his torment on my body when it happened. The most exquisite pleasure that I have never felt before in my life in that one moment. I moaned out load as the wave upon wave of the climax rippled through my body. I pulsed and contracted until it ultimately stopped. But he wasn't done yet. Once I laid still and my body relaxed, he climbed upwards where his hard cock was positioned between my folds. In one thrust, he moved into me so hard and fast it took my breath away. He pulled out and thrust again, each time harder than the last. He hit my cervix hard each time and I felt like my insides were being ripped open. To get even deeper inside me, he put something, a pillow maybe, under my buttocks, to lift me up to get a better grip on me. I could feel him inside me at every angle it seemed. He hit against my G spot and I felt more pleasure as he drove inside me. His strokes began to grow shorter as his body tensed and I knew he would come soon. Then he pulsed inside me and moaned out, a few more thrusts and he stopped but had not pulled out. He laid there on top of me until he was ready to move. When he finally got up, I heard him go over to grab something in the room. I felt as the mattress shifted again as he forced himself again between my legs. He fondled my folds and waited for a couple minutes then did it again. What he wanted I didn't know at first until I felt his cum leak outside of me. I felt it drip down between my legs and then click! The same sound from earlier in the day. Then another one. He took a photo of his cum as it dripped down between my legs. I felt him get off the bed again once he completed his task. He shuffled around the room, collected his things and left. I was alone in this hell again. Completely ashamed at my body's reaction while I could smell him in the room as if he never left. There I laid in pain as I tried to rationalize what just happened. The guy raped me and I, I liked it. As his cum dripped down between my legs to serve as a sick reminder of what he just did.