Enter The Dungeon

Walking off in a blaze of anger it isn’t long until I realise the error of my actions. The street is long, dark and Ill lit. I soon become conscious of every noise and shadow. I hear a car coming and consider asking it to pull over. To my surprise I hear it slowing anyway. I turn to see the driver and realise. It’s a van. It stops beside me, my brain is deciding whether I’m being superstitious or not but I’m soon brought back to reality. The driver gets out and reaches or me, I instinctively lurch back and begin to turn but I stumble on these cursed heels. I’m on my knees and scrambling to me feet when a large warm hand grabs my upper arm. He swings me round and has already opened the vans side door and is pushing me in. I land heavily on my knees and start hitting my assailant. He pushes me to the floor and is over me. Taking my wrists he pins them to the floor, leans forward and whispers “you’re mine now” and I feel his hot slimy tongue lick my cheek. I squirm away and begin to scream. “Heeeel-“ My cries are cut short as fingers invade my mouth. I bite down but he pulls my head up and slams it back down into the van floor. Dazed my jaw loosens. He takes something from his pocket and says “open your mouth”.I shake my head and sharp shock reaches my face as he slaps me hard. My head is spinning and my mouth involuntarily opens. A gag is shoved into my mouth. He then proceeds to flip me face down and tie my wrists together behind my back. He brushes the hair from my face and says “let’s go for a ride shall we” and walks off with a chuckle. Submerged into darkness as the door slams shut. The van begins to move. I reposition myself so I’m sat upright and propped against the side. 

It feels like an age has passed before we begin to slow and come to a halt. I struggle to my feet removing my heels as I do and stand ready at the door. When it opens I kick furiously making him stagger backwards and clutch his face. I jump out and run as fast as I can. It’s not long before I feel his hands on my back shoving me to the ground. I land on my face but he’s grabbing my hair and turning me to face him. “Look what you fucking did you whore, you’ll pay for that later” blood is streaming from his nose, a smirk reaches my lips. In response he spits in my face and I feel another harsh slap reach my face. He turns back dragging me by my hair to slam the door shut and lock up. He then takes me off into the darkness. I see an ominous grey shed. The door opens and in front of me is what appears to be a trap door. He lifts the door and pushes me through, I stumble and fall down half of the stairs. The first thing I notice in this new room has an unwelcoming rusted metal cage, it’s small. “Welcome to your new home slut” the door drops shut and I hear a lock click, I’m dragged forward still on my knees.

 He walks past me and heads toward a screen at the back disappearing from sight I hear the familiar sound of running water and stifled grumblings. When the tap stops I brace myself for whatever untold hell lays ahead. He steps into view, slow and casual drying his face with a small towel, unfortunately his nose doesn’t look broken. His comes toward me each step slow and pointed. He squats down so that we are eye level “why did you have to do that, today was supposed to be the start of a beautiful relationship.” He took this time to stroke my hair I shrunk away from his touch trying to shrug him off. Kissing his teeth and grabbing my chin to face him “now stop it or punishment will have to start early and I want our first time to be special” my eyes widen in horror and I really start to struggle against him. His hand strikes my face again but doesn’t stop. He’s got me by the scruff of my dress to stop me from falling as he continues to slap my burning cheek. “I said stop it. You’re mine now and you will act accordingly. You can call me Sir and nothing else, unless ordered otherwise.” His voice was a growl but a sly grin was on his face at those last words. He stroked my cheek with a single finger and whispered almost to himself “my god you are a pretty little thing”. With that he hoisted me up under my arms pushed me towards a bed that had been pushed against a wall.

My whole body was full of dread i tried to struggle, to push against him, to cry out in protest but it was futile. One hand rested on my back pushing me into the rough sheets. Another hand trailing up and down my thighs. My whole body was quivering in recoil from his touch, my legs firmly clamped shut. His hand was getting higher and higher and was lifting up my dress. “ oh what’s this? No panties! Why you are a little dick thirsty whore aren’t you. Why don’t you spread your legs for me you hungry slut or do you want me to own your dirty little hole first?” With that his thumb circled around my butthole, I whimpered and slowly unlocked my legs. “ but this won’t do, I want to enjoy our first time” he was rubbing my lips and his fingers brushed against my opening. Dry and unwilling. He then proceed to repeatedly slap my exposed slit. I winced and my legs shut in protest. “Ah ah ahhh” his thumb return to my butt and this time was more forceful pressing on me trying to gain entry. My legs opened again, one more slap but I remained open. He reached round to my face and gathered the saliva that had dribbled onto my chin after having the ball gag in my mouth. Returning to my pussy he wiped my own juices onto my now trembling hole. 

Hearing him unbuckle I feel the tip of his solid cock rub up a down my opening then slam! He’s inside of me, air was pushed out of my lungs as I took the whole of his cock. I could feel my insides tearing in attempt to resist him but it only caused me pain. He continued to thrust letting out low moans of pleasure as he continued. It wasn’t long before his cock was pulsating inside of me and I was full and dripping with his seed. He stepped back and as he removed himself I felt his juices dripping down my leg. “This won’t do! You’ve made me dirty, whore!” He practically spat the last word. “On your knees” he barked. 

He rummaged around a desk keeping his back towards me, he came back with one hand behind his back. “Open up” I firmly shook my head. There was no way- he grabbed my nose and when I finally gave in to the need for air his hand was in my mouth again, this time reaching in to my throat. I gagged and tried to pull away but he prized open my jaws and i felt cold metal being shoved into my mouth. He clasped the cold metal ring in place and stepped back to admire his handy work. “That’ll do nicely” he proceeded to rub his wet cock on my face till finally he entered my mouth. “Lick” he ordered. I tried to bite down but the metal just cut into me. He noticed my efforts and continued to plunge his cock to the back of my throat. I licked earnestly begging for the ordeal to end.

I didn’t move for a while stunned by the whole situation. I could hear him rummaging and soon the sound of a clicking camera filled the air. My face flushed red. “We have to log day one, it’s the beginning of the rest of your life” click, click. “Stand” he barked. I complied tears beginning to trickle down my face. Stepping towards me and pulled my dress up straight over my head and down my shoulder resting at my bonds. “Mmmm... yes. You’ll do nicely”.

 “It’s been a long day so I’ll save your punishment for later I think” he grabbed me by the hair again and led me to the cage in the corner. This I couldn’t take. I fell to the ground putting me feet forwards to stop my momentum. His tone changed “I’m tired, now get in” I felt his foot lash out at my back but I wouldn’t budge. I heard footsteps as he turned away but didn’t look. Fire and electricity shocked my body and my legs coiled towards me. I turned to see him brandish a cattle prod. “I’m not playing any more, get in”. More searing pain invaded my flesh as he struck between my shoulders, I got on my knees and shuffled in, not before he got another jab in. My arms were still behind me, a steady stream of drool was dripping from my mouth. A slight snigger from behind me as a sharp slap hit my ass propelled me forwards. My face hit the bars and the door shut behind me and the lock slid into place. He looked down at me hunched over, unable to sit and shoved the cattle prod through the bars again. Three rapid shots later, my body dripping with sweat, and he turned around throwing the prod on a nearby table. The door opened and I had once last glance of the outside world then I was plunged into darkness. 

My body sagged in relief at his disappearance, but I couldn’t find a comfortable position, the cold bars made sure of that. It had been what felt like hours when the door opened again. My cage opened and he heartlessly pulled at my arm restraints dragging me out. I cried in pain but my throat was so dry it sounded horse and cracked. “Thirsty?” He asked holding a bottle of water in his hands. I nodded enthusiastically. Opening the bottle he took a large swig swirling it around his mouth then spat it in my face. I choked and most of it was coughed back out. “You’ll have to do better than that” this time when his mouth was full he looked up and gurgled. My face was sprayed again but thirst got the better of me. I leaned back to try and swallow. Again another spray of water covered my face and chest. The next time he spat he made sure to make it a stream and it caught the back of my throat as he wanted. I struggled not to cough it up and swallowed what I could. “Mmm now you’re nice and wet” he unzipped and shoved his cock in to my raw throat pouring water down his shaft into my mouth. I couldn’t breathe. I was gagging so much I thought I would retch. He seemed to revel at my misery and laughed as he continued to thrust. His pace increased and he pulled my head into his crotch more. I felt my throat widen as his warm fluid filled me. I felt sick to the core. He reached behind me and cuts my ties. My arms flopping forward and I begin to rub life back into them. 

I hear him pottering around and I wonder what torment awaits. After several minutes of rubbing, my arms begin to feel the joys of circulation. I hear chains being lowered. He returns with new shackles for me to wear tying one to each limb, the wrist shackles are joined but at least in front of me this time. He pulls me to my feet and leads me to the middle of the room. A hook dangles in front of my face ominously. Two rings are fixed to the floor he fixes each ankle to each ring so my legs are spread wide. Clipping me on to the hook he walks to the wall and pulls a chain. My arms immediately raise up, he continues to pull until I’m on my tiptoes and the shackles cut into my skin. He walks towards me and looks me up and down. His hands trace up and down my body when they land on my breasts he rubs and squeezes them fondly. His fingers find my nipples and I hate that they react to his flicking. He leans forward and takes one in his mouth circling my nipple with his tongue then biting down with his teeth. I moan in discomfort but I see his smile grow as I do. His other hand wanders south and is soon at my lips. “Wet already you are a thirsty whore aren’t you?” The water from before had travelled my body and wet my lips. He parted them and begins rubbing my clit. I stare forward willing my body to resist his deft hands but I here another chuckle at my failure. His fingers enter me slowly and begins to rub my g spot. I can feel myself getting wet and I despise myself. He continues nibbling at my other breast and squeezing the other and I can feel myself start to rub against his touch. He does too. He clamps down on my nipple and pulls his fingers out and slaps my pussy, hard. He slaps again making me cry out in pain then shoves his wet fingers in my still gaping mouth. When he pulls back he speaks “I think that’s enough pleasure for now slut, after all this is your punishment ... for this” he gestured to his face slightly bruised and slightly swollen. He produces a blind fold from his pocket and I try to shake my head from his clutches but it’s futile. Soon I’m blind to the horror in front of me. I hear tinkering and hear the cold rattle of the wheels of a trolley. “Now let’s see...” a hard smack hits my rear, I thrust forward from the shock and I feel my tits bounce as I do. I hear him growl in satisfaction from my response and imagine his cock already starting to throb again. 

He spanks me 10 times on each cheek occasionally rubbing and pawing and my behind between blows. I hear the tray rattle and wait for the next hit. This time time impact is focused and sharp. He successfully strikes me and my body begins to contort with every strike. I hear his low chuckle from behind and he asks “do you know what it is?” I have no idea. I remember catching a brief glance at some of the ‘toys’ he had but didn’t know the name of a few’ “-ip ?” I reply. “Tsk tsk tsk seems you have a lot to learn” and whith that he lays into my behind in a relentless flurry. “Ahhh-“ I scream out from the concentrated attack, my chest heaving and try to steady my breathing. “Guess again” I think harder this time there’s only one thing hitting me and it’s small. “A cwo—p?” I feel his breath on my neck and his arm come around me fondling my breast “yeeees good girl” let’s try another shall we?” I try to beg in protest but I feel him turn away. 

Swishing fills the air- my body feels with dread. Thwack. The air in my chest is knocked out of me, my eyes begin to water immediately and I squirm from the sheer impact. THAT was a whip. I was about to confirm my thoughts when another thwack hit my back. This time my head jerks back and I cry out in pain. “Ip, ip, w-ip” I struggle to get out as quickly as I can. I hear his sinister laugh again. “Oooh that’s not how this game works I have to ask the question first” thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack! My back is burning my body is spasming every which way I can “ p -pweaasse!!” he runs his hand down my back making sure to use his nails, I squeal in pain. Squirming against his touch. “Now... what do you think that was-“ “w-ip” I cry in response. I feel his hand between my legs inspecting-invading me. “Yes... good girl” he practically purrs. His other hand rubs my behind and I feel the shaft of the whip brush my thigh. I quiver from the touch. “Seems like you like this one, we’ll keep it close by for now then” he spreads my lips with his fingers and I feel the hard leather enter me. “Now don’t let it drop or it’ll be another ten lashes” I clench as hard as I can dreading the thought that this will be used on me again. 

I feel him step back and the tray clatters again. My heart is pounding and my legs are beginning to weaken. I feel a thin strip of cold hard wood pressed against my butt cheek. I knew this one, I’d heard tales of the pain this one can cause. He rolled the cane over both cheeks and slowly started to hit lightly over my right cheek. His pace quickened and so did the force. My breath was ragged now the pain on my already tender behind gradually increased until. CRACK. An almighty blow reaches home. I screamed out, high pitched and broken. And other CRACK followed just below the first. My body was panicking I started to curl my toes and clenched my fist so hard I was beginning to draw blood. Three more cracks on that cheek follows then he turned to the other. Five cracks of the cane later my eyes were streaming, tears leaking into my open mouth, my body had begun to shake uncontrollably trembling in fear for the next blow. He spoke “Well-“ 

“ghe cane, cane” i hurried to answer. I could hear the grin on his face “you didn’t let me finish, I was going to say, “which hurt most - the first... the second ... or the third?” I cried out at the unfairness but it was met with another 10 blows 5 to each cheek, my bladder had given out and I felt the warm stream of my own urine dripping down my leg. “Oh and look at this, you appear to have dropped your favourite” he knelt to pick up the lash that had fallen between my legs along with a growing puddle of my piss. My body was quivering my teeth chattering against the mouth ring. I could barely breathe when. Thwack, thwack, thwack. My body was beginning to shut down. I barely reacted for the final few blows, I simply jerked on impact. All my weight was on my wrists, I heard the tray rattling away as it was pushed aside.

“So how did you enjoy your first punishment? I thought you would have gone unconscious by now so I am impressed” he removed the blind fold and was in front of me, a devilish grin across his face. “So as a reward, Ill let you fuck me.” My face filled with rage as he knelt down to unshackle my ankles. “Ah ah ahh, you fuck me and take my cum like the good whore you are or I can crack out the cane again, he’s not far” 

Fear was now my expression and when I was free I wrapped my legs around his waist, his hands reaches round supporting my rear but digging in with his finger nails. “That’s better but this is all the help I’m giving you” he lined up his cock and stepped forwards so he filled me I grunted from his size. He stood stock still and looked at me expectantly. I began to grind my hips, I used my wrists and legs to try and gain a steady rhythm, it took some time but he soon seemed to be enjoying the pace. It wasn’t long before I could feel his breathing getting heavy. Now he was starting to join in, thrusting in time with me. My wrists were screaming as he pumped harder and harder. I could feel my eyes scrunching into a grimace and he came hard and heavy into my broken body. He stayed there a while burying his face between my breasts while he caught his breath back. 

When I released my grip he lowered the chain and I crumpled to the floor in a heap. He unclasped the gag and scooped me up stuffing me back into the cage. When the door was shut he placed the remainders of the bottle by my side. “Well done slut, tomorrow we will have you clean up your mess” he gestured to the the puddle of sweat, blood and urine that lay under a dangling chain. With that he walked out. The fluids dried to me caking me in filth, my body felt tender and sore, the cold bars of the cage cut into my flesh. Yet still I slept. Nightmares filled my head and shivering consumed me.