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David had regained some of his thoughts by the time his two guards brought him to the dungeon. By now, he realized he was within Queen Cleopatra’s palace, which nearly dwarfed the city it resided in. In itself, it was a city, and by the time they arrived several levels down, he had no idea how deep within the structure he was.
The dungeon entrance was a set of thick wooden doors, which pulled open on iron rings. Unlike the rest of the palace he had seen so far, all marble, shining and glorious, the dungeon halls were dank, unpolished stone lit with torch light. The African walking in front, the blond led him from behind, a firm grip on the rope that bound his wrists together. It seemed that the dungeon was constructed in three levels.
The first level, David noticed as they crossed, seemed like it was very low security for a place of discipline and pain. In small rooms, most of which had wide open doors, he caught glimpses of what was happening. A women tied to a post was receiving lashes from another woman, the whip cracks flowing out the door to mingle with other ones. In another, a woman sat in some sort of chair, fastened with metal as a woman fastened clamps to her nipples after arousing them with ice.
The women administering the punishment were dressed similarly: black thongs with matching sandals, nude elsewhere. David guessed that they were perhaps mistress’ employed by Cleopatra. After all, how could a single woman discipline so many at once?
Inside another cell, a mistress knelt before a bound man, stroking a vibrator up and down his shaft. The slave was muzzled with an enormous red ball strapped in his mouth. The look on his face showed that he was fighting to achieve orgasm, but the mistress was teasing him, always pulling it away at the last second.
At the end of the level, he was escorted down another flight of stairs. There was more of the same, though something seemed different. Then David noticed it: there were more restraints, and less of the trusting atmosphere. Men and women cried out in pain loudly, as opposed to the soft grunts and whimpers from the level above. The methods of torture were more severe, more harsh.
The third, deepest level confirmed his theory: the severity of the discipline was increasing. The third level housed the most pain and humiliation of the three. Men and women were being whipped by two mistress’ at the same time. The orgasm denial played in with sensitive pinches and breath play as both sexes were smothered with items and flesh. A woman in one cell sobbed uncontrollably as her ass was paddled again and again by a strong woman with a wooden paddle.
In one cell, David saw a most interesting form of torture. A woman was bound to her knees, head encased in some sort of clear cone. Her mouth was pried open with the metal tendrils of a dental gag, leaving her mouth gaping wide amidst her sobs. All around her, men were masturbating quickly, shooting loads onto her face. It had been going on for quite some time it seemed, as the cone around her head was full of white sperm up to her chin. The soaking woman did her best to plead frantically, but her cries were dampened when another hot shower dumped into her mouth, causing her to choke and sputter.
His two guards dragged him to the cell at the end of the row. Inside, waiting for them was a woman who had to be the rope mistress. Like the others, she wore the simple black thong. She was Asian, with sleek eyes, jet black hair in a tight bun, and a short height. Her breasts, though very small and flat, had perky nipples, evident from her recent toying with them as they entered.
“So, you must be the Queen’s new interest,” she said with a thick Eastern accent as David was brought before her. One entire wall behind her was simply made of rope, covered from floor to ceiling with bundles of varying length and material. Obvious to see why they called her the rope mistress.
“You seem to have improved on your ropework, Sasha,” the mistress said to the African guard with a playfully raised eyebrow. “I hope you learned a few things from our little games.” The two shared a laugh as they traded the man between them. For a small Asian woman, the rope mistress was surprisingly strong.
The blond held David in place while the rope mistress began to subdue him. Taking long brown cords from the racks, she first tied him at the elbows, cinching his arms painfully together. More rope was tied to his elbows, then was tossed through a hook in the ceiling and pulled taut; forcing him to bend slightly forward to avoid further discomfort, though the position was hardly comfortable to begin with. David voiced his agony in the form of a grunt, but only received a laugh from the mistress.
“Such a handsome, well built boy like you can’t even take a single bundle of rope?” she laughed. “Oh, I’ll be sure to have a little fun with you before the Queen comes.”
Separate ropes were coiled around each of his ankles and then tied to rings on the floor. The rings were set far apart on the floor, forcing him to spread his legs wider and making his already sore arms even sorer as he was made to pull on them.
“Muzzle him Sasha, and you may go then,” the mistress spoke suddenly. Muzzle?
The African guard pulled something from her belt. It was a ball gag, covered with leather straps. David suddenly knew exactly where it was going to go.
“Wait, just wait!” he said quickly as she moved around him, holding the gag carefully in her hand. “Just let me talk to you about this. I can -ungh!”
His protests were cut short when the guard grabbed a fistful of his hair and jerked his head back, much to the displeasure of his shoulders. In the brief instant he grunted, she began to cram the rubber ball into his mouth. It was a lot bigger than it first looked, and it took a few presses before it popped in behind his teeth after a painful strain from his jaw. The rest of what he said was now tangled into an incoherent mess of muffled sounds.
The African took hold of the first set of straps and buckled them tightly behind his head, the smooth leather digging uncomfortably into the corner of his lips. Once fastened, she secured the next set of straps that rose across his face and over his head. The final strap buckled underneath his chin, ensuring that his jaw tightly clenched the rubber intrusion firmly.
Try as he might, David could barely move his tongue, let alone make any coherent noises. From his current position, he could turn slightly at his hips, but not before causing extreme pain in his shoulders. Moving up and down at the waist was out of the question, and he couldn’t even move his feet to alleviate the strain.
The two guards left, their hands coiled around each others hips, shutting the door behind them. It was just the mistress and David, caught in her web of fabric. A large smile broke out across her lips, then she turned and picked another coil of rope from the wall. It was a small bundle of leather thread. David could only wonder how much more she could restrain him.
She surprised him when she crouched low beneath his bent frame. He couldn’t really see what she was doing, but then he felt her fingers on his already semi-erect cock. Even after the blond guard’s handjob, it didn’t take much to blossom into a full blown hard on. He let out a low moan through the gag and the mistress giggled.
He felt her hands disappear, then the leather touched his sac. He looked down awkwardly to try and see what she was doing. She was loosely coiling the thread around each ball, separating them to either side. It was fairly irritating to have his balls played with in this manner, but since a beautiful, nude woman was touching him there, his cock only trembled with excitement. When she suddenly pulled the coils taut, he yelped as his balls became cinched into tight, hard nobs. He jerked, but she held the leather firmly, so he was only rewarded with more pain.
“Be careful,” she warned teasingly. “We wouldn’t want your balls to pop off! The Queen would never forgive me for ruining you.”
Her small, skilled hands continued, wrapping rope around the base of his rock hard cock, then tied it neatly off so no knots showed. David already began to feel the effects of the tie. Blood pounded into his cock, and the entire thing felt sensitive as hell. The head began to turn a light shade of red, his balls and shaft not far behind.
“Now, shall we play?” the mistress replied as she got up, wiping a strand of drool escaping from the corner of his mouth. She circled around him, then reached from behind his spread legs and gently caressed his balls with her fingernails.
David let out a groan of ecstasy. Her touch felt like electricity across his sensitive balls. Back and forth her fingers fluttered, teasing them again and again. Soon, the tickle became maddening. His hips pulled and gyrated as he tried to escape her touch. When he buckled particularly hard she swatted his buttocks with her hand, causing him to yelp in surprise. The slap hadn’t been hard, but very surprising and stinging.
“Stop squirming,” she ordered curtly, grabbing the mess of rope that was tied around his back and tugging.
Very clear that he was unable to do much beyond doing what she said, David ceased his movement. Her hands returned, and the whole thing started over again. It wasn’t long before he received another slap on the ass for bucking. Another slap, he stopped moving. More teasing, then squirming, and another slap. It went on again and again.
“You must be getting nice and sensitive,” the mistress remarked, mercifully stopping. Her finger left his balls, trailing up the crack of his ass as she moved around him and peered as his bound privates. “Just as the Queen prefers…” She moved to a corner of the wall, where various objects other than rope hung. David recognized a host of items, such as paddles and riding crops. He let out a muffled grunt of protest as she selected a small black crop made of leather.
“Oh, the things she does…” she said dreamily as she squatted down before him, holding onto the ropes crossing his chest for balance. “Are you lucky to possess such a desired cock, or unlucky?” David felt the square of leather on the tip of the crop slowly rub up and down his cock. “Of course, you would have to think of yourself as lucky. To think otherwise is against the wishes of the Queen.”
She lightly slapped the crop against his shaft. Not hard, but as sensitive as his cock was, it hurt more than it should have. David grunted as more swats came, kissing up and down his shaft. This time, the rope mistress didn’t bother to reprimand his resisting; all she did was steady slap his cock. It was harder than David ever remembered from the bindings around it. Ever small strike sent it bouncing, wagging painfully back and forth at the base.
Torture him as she did, David refused to let anything through his gag other than the occasional grunt. He wasn’t going to give in so easily. After all, he was from the streets, and endured pain far worse than this.
Then the dungeon door opened.
“That will do, Kiko,” came the Queen’s sultry purr.
David’s eyes widened as the goddess entered the room. Even in the low torchlight, she seemed just as beautiful as before. Over her non-existent outfit of golden thread, she wore the lightest robe of shimmering silk to halt the coolness of the dungeon. The garment was see through, as the glimmering strips of gold were visible beneath it. Nothing more was apparent, however, than her beautiful breasts, still crowned by her jewelry.
“As you wish, my Queen,” came the mistress’s loyal answer as she ceased her playing. She rose, head bowed submissively. “Is there anything I can do to serve you?”
“No, you may go,” Cleopatra responded. “I shall deal with your bindings myself.”
“As you wish,” she said, giving a peculiar curtsey, then left and shut the door, leaving the two of them alone.
The Queen turned her full attention on him. “Have you been a good boy, slave?”
“Mmn…” was all David could grunt in response.
Slowly, she walked forward, hips moving in a perfect sway until she stood right before him. Her enormous breasts lay mere inches away from his nose from his hunched position. Up close, her skin was silky and smooth, not one possible blemish visible. He grunted again, trying to speak past the gag.
“Shh…” Cleopatra cooed, reaching out to delicately touch his face. David almost melted at the spot. It was the first time she laid hands on him. “Do not strain yourself, slave.” Her other hand waved over her breasts, gently caressing the flesh. “Merely look and breathe deeply…”
David complied, focusing hard on the gorgeous mounds before him and nosily breathing through his nose. It was the scent of heaven. Whatever the Queen garnished herself with only aroused him more. He could almost taste it on his tongue crushed beneath the ball in his mouth.
“Normally,” she began as she circled him after a moment, the luscious breasts cruelly taken from his view. “I have a mistress train my slaves. But you are different…simply an astounding body. I have long desired a personal man, one who I could trust with no other.” She stopped before him, raising his chin with her fingers, pulling his view away from her breasts and into her own deep eyes. “Can you be that slave?”
“Mmmng, mm un un eee,” David grunted pitifully. He wanted to speak his true desires, but Cleopatra merely smiled. She walked to the corner where the spanking devices hung, selecting a long, thin cane.
“I have only a few rules that must be obeyed, slave,” she said as she positioned the thin wisp of wood across his buttocks. “One: My word is absolute.” With a flick of her wrist and arm, she swatted the cane across his flesh. The sharp, stinging pain welled tears up in David’s eyes as his muscles flexed.
“MM!” he groaned.
“Do you realize this slave?” Cleopatra inquired. When he didn’t answer, she struck again, issuing a louder gasp of pain from him. “Slave, I said do you realize this?”
“Mmm-hmm!” David grunted in assent.
“Good. Two: My body is sacred,” Another stinging swat made David twist in his ropes. “Do you accept this slave?”
“Mm-hm! Mm-hm!” he moaned again.
“Three: To wish against my will is death.”
“MMMM!” David screamed as the cane drew another red hot line across his ass.
“Do you understand slave?”
This time, David nodded his head, blinking back tears. He shut his eyes, waiting for her words again, but they never came.
“Good boy,” The Queen said softly. He felt her amazing hand caress the sore lines across his buttocks. “Three simple rules, wouldn’t you agree?”
David nodded, relieved that she wasn’t hitting him anymore. He opened his blurring eyes, but the Queen quickly raised a finger.
“Eyes closed, slave.”
He complied, blocking out her gorgeous form. In a second, he felt her hands on his face again, then the sweet wind of her breath on is face. She was close…very close.
“I can give you more than you ever thought possible,” she whispered tantalizingly in his ear. “Pleasure from beyond your wildest dreams…and all that I ask in return is your obedience. Don’t you think that sounds like a fair deal?”
It certainly did. It sounded more than fair. David weighed what was presented before him. He didn’t want to relinquish his freedom so easily. It went against everything he ever did. But on the other hand…life in the palace. Safety, food, a place to sleep, all to serve what was quite possibly the most beautiful woman in the world. And she only hinted to what was required of him, and he liked it.
So after a deep breath, he slowly nodded his head.
“Good boy,” Cleopatra said again. “Now, do you think the Queen’s personal slave should remain bound in her dungeon? Why not continue to be a good little boy, and come with me to my chambers. Perhaps we could do something about my mistress’s little treat?”
She giggled, and David realized what she was talking about. His cock still throbbed in the restraints. He nodded furiously. The feeling was uncomfortable yet arousing at the same time. He felt her finger caress the side of his face, drawing another string of drool away from his mouth.
“You may open your eyes slave.”
He complied, and she began to release him from the ropes. Despite the complex knots, she effortlessly undid them, all save for his wrists, the gag, and the leather about his cock. Instead, she took another small length of leather cord, and began to tie it around a loop left near the base of his cock. His breathing fluttered as her fingers came close to his balls, but never touched. In a second, she fashioned a sort of leash, then gave it a tug.
“Come slave…”
The leather pulled painfully on his already tingling balls and cock. Not wanting to feel any unnecessary pain, he quickly followed in step behind her. Shutting out the screams of the dungeon was easy. All he had to do was focus on the beautiful curve of his Queen’s ample buttocks sway before him.
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