Dungeon Slut

Copyright 2007 W. Hunter

ARRIVAL

I meet her at the station.  It's almost midnight and she's the only one to get off the bus.  We know each other from photographs, but have never spoken.  She's shortened her hair a bit, probably in anticipation of what's to come.  I'd have preferred to cut it myself, but one can never completely understand the mind of another, now, can they?

She stands there, looking in my general direction, but not directly at me.  She's wearing a simple blue dress that comes down to her knees, a gold chain necklace, and a pair of old worn sneakers.  She hesitates a moment longer, then approaches.  I turn around and walk away, only stopping when I reach an unlit corner of the parking lot.  I turn around and she's there, staring at nothing in particular.

I hold out my hand and she gives me her purse.  A simple denimn bag, it contains some tampons, a half-pack of gum, a mini-flashlight, a few bills, and no identification.  I close it and tuck it under my belt to dispose of later.

I turn her around and she offers no resistance as I cuff her hands.  They glint magically in the pale moonlight of the first quarter.  I've got her hood ready.  It's more of a loose-fitting leather bag, with grommeted holes that I've fed a length of chain through.  I pull it over her head, tighten the chain around her neck and secure it with a padlock.

Leading her by the arm, I go to my car and open the trunk.  I lift her easily inside, and she comes to rest amongst the trash, next to the spare tire.  I slam the trunk.

My mind is awash with thoughts of the things I'm going to do to her, and I have a hard time concentrating on the road.  My dick is throbbing between my legs, and the anticipation is giving me butterflies.  I have her now!  She's mine!  I picture her body, naked and tormented as she offers herself to me, submissive to the very end.

I arrive home without incident and open the trunk.  She's still in the same position as before, except the tire has shifted so that her back is twisted awkwardly.  Her dress has hiked up, and only now do I notice she's not wearing any panties.  Smooth, milky skin.  A nice firm ass.  I give it a healthy smack and watch with satisfaction as she jumps.  My captive is perfectly silent, breathing regularly.  I lift her from the trunk and walk her out of the garage.  The high fence surrounding my house precludes any prying eyes as I lead my victim up the dark back steps.

She's standing in my kitchen, waiting patiently to meet her fate.  I help her out of her shoes and socks, then fetch a pair of scissors from the drawer and begin to cut her dress, starting from the bottom.  She lifts her cuffed hands to give me room as I work my way up her back, until the shears pass through the collar.  I admire her ass, which now sticks out as if she were wearing a hospital gown.  I run the point of the scissors along her flesh, scraping a reddened line as I go.  She begins to tremble, but makes no effort to interfere.

I cut the sleeves next, and soon the last points of support are gone.  The tattered dress falls to the floor and I snatch it up to incinerate later.

I walk around to her front.  She's wearing a white lace bra.  Nothing fancy, and it's easy enough to snip through the front and two shoulder straps.

She now stands bare before me.  Her pussy is shaved as I'd instructed.  She appears calm, but her breathing rate has increased.  I watch her tits rise and fall for a moment, then lead her to the basement stairs.  They're steep and narrow, and I have to push her head down to stop her from bumping into the hot water pipes before we reach the bottom.

I unlock a heavy metal door and push her through.  On the other side is my dungeon and playroom.  The difference is very striking.  On one side, every comfort you could imagine.  On the other, bare, poured concrete and a sparse 8x8 foot cell.  I lead her inside.  There's a plastic mattress in one corner.  The wall facing my den area is barred like a traditional jail cell, giving me a full view of her from my easy chair.

I remove her hood and cuffs.  She looks around herself, taking in the environs of her new home.  Dark, gloomy, and final.  She'll remain here until the day she dies.  Her irons lay ready on the bed next to an anvil I dragged in earlier today.  I pick them up and show them to her.  Manacles and fetters, all connected by heavy chains to the steel collar.  Her expression barely changes, and she lifts an arm to present it to me.  I insert a rivet, and then place it against the anvil.  She holds it steady so that I can get some good swings in, until it's solidly locked around her wrist.  We repeat the ritual with her other wrist and ankles.  I'm feeling giddy as I watch the steel permanently imprison her flesh.  With each blow of the hammer, her humanity dissipates.

I hand her the collar, and she places it around her beck then lays back while holding it against the anvil.  She stares straight up, remaining perfectly still as I swing the hammer only inches from her face.  Soon, the collar imprisons her.  She's a slave now.  I've no reason or desire to respect her wishes, and she has no right to have them anymore.

I lift her to her feet.  She stoops over because I've made the leg chains deliberately short.  She'll never to stand up straight again. 

For good measure, I take some padlocks and attach a spreader bar, and then lock a penis gag in her mouth.  With a final length of chain, I lock her collar to the base of the wall next to her mattress, giving about five feet of play.  She sits upon her new bed, chained and helpless.  There will be no escape from here; I play for keeps.

"Head down, ass up." I say, the first words I've ever spoken to her.  She turns so that her ass is facing me, then leans forward, thrusting it high in the air.  Did I mention she has a beautiful ass?  I grab with both hands, squeezing until I hear her hiss through her gag.  Two red handprints mar her otherwise perfect flesh.  I rest my dick along the crack of her ass and squeeze the cheeks together, rocking her captive body back and forth, feeling her smooth skin around my shaft.  She's wet now.  I can hear her breathing heavily through the nose.  I slip it in.  She's a good fit, and I waste no time in pumping her, feeling her ass slap against my thighs, watching her tits as they swing with each thrust.  I ride my new toy, getting maximum pleasure from her before I finally can't hold it and spunk deep into her.  Fuck, yeah.

"Don't move."  I go and fetch a black leather flogger.  She's still in position so I waste no time.  With an underhand motion, I swing hard.

It's the first time I've ever heard her voice, and the muffled scream is divine.  I take another shot, then another, urged on by the exquisite voice of my slut.  I switch to overhand, raking her ass with tiny red welts, until it's brightly colored.  Perfect!  I'm hard again so I whip it out for another round.

I'm doing her ass this time, so I lube up first.  She's pretty tight, and she knows to clench, which is great because I get one hell of a ride, filling her other hole with spunk.  Some of it drips out onto the mattress, so I make sure to rub her nose and face into it.  "That's your cumjuice cocktail, slut." I say, rubbing every part of her face until it's completely covered.  The plastic mattress is pretty wet too, because she's still dripping everywhere.  I lock her cell door and head upstairs to watch TV.

TRIAL

I head downstairs, carrying a bowl of stew.  I wonder how my slut liked her first night in a dungeon?  She probably doesn't know it's morning since there aren't any windows and I deliberately keep it gloomy.  I put the bowl down next to the mattress and unlock her gag.  Her face is crusty from the dried cum.  "Suck me.  And do it good or no food."

She obeys wordlessly, taking my raging hard on between her lips and sucking.  After a few strokes I can see where this is leading and I'm not happy.

I grab her head and pull her into me.  She chokes and sputters, but I hold on firm, rocking her back and forth until I explode down her throat.

She gasps and wheezes, looking at the ground.  I put her gag back in.  She'll have to do a lot better than that if she wants to eat.

I take the bowl out and fetch one of my pamphlets.  It contains everything a girl ought to know about sucking a man.  They really should teach these kinds of things in school.  I hand it to her wordlessly and she starts to read it as I lock her cell and go upstairs.

DINNER

It's early evening, and the doorbell rings.  I open the door to find a piping hot pizza shoved into my hands.  I give the boy a fistful of money, and then head downstairs to see my slut.

She eyes the pizza box hungrily as I set it down near the door.  I remove her gag.  "Suck me."

She's gotten a bit better, but she's still pretty clumsy.  I pull back.  "I'm doing your cunt instead."  She bows down and offers her ass up for me.

I make it a quickie because I'm hungry.  A little lube, shaka-shaka-shaka, ejaculation and I'm done.  Her ass is still held submissively before me so I give it a good smack.  "Get up."

I lock her collar to an anchor point on the wall.  It's just high enough that she has to squat with her legs open to even remotely approach a level of comfort.  I lock her hands above her head for good measure.  She's trembling, and her eyes are tearing up, but not once do they leave the pizza box.  I open it and look inside.  Piping hot, just the way I like it.  I grab a slice and burn my fingers.  "Fuck."

I run upstairs and fetch a couple of towels.  I lay a slice of pizza in each towel, then cup them against her tits.  Her shrieks get me hard instantly.  I hold the slices against her until they're cool enough, then I down the both and lick the sauce and cheese off her reddened tits.

I repeat the process.  The pizza has cooled a bit, but she's a lot more sensitive now and screams just as loudly as before.  My little slut suffers in silence as I eat up the slices and clean off her tits again.  That was pretty good.

I lube up and push it between her tits, mashing them over it, then rub until my cum squirts up against her chin and drips all over her.  I leave her chained to the wall with a good view of the half-empty pizza box and go upstairs for a beer.

PORN

I'm on the couch in my playroom, watching some bad porn (is there ANY good porn?).  My feet are supported by my slut's back, and I'm holding a crop that I use to smack her on the ass whenever I see something fake, so she's pretty tender by now.

Right now some pansy is busy "whipping" his slave.  I watch in utter disappointment as the crop he's barely swinging leaves no mark behind.  The slave is "screaming", that is to say it's like a bad case of a hustler video.  I stand and wind up real good, swinging hard enough that the fleshy impact rebounds off the walls.  My slut gives a real scream as her ass reddens a little more.  She's crying, but she keeps her pose.  I reach down and feel her tits.  The clamps are still there, pulling her nipples down with the extra lead weights I've attached.  It's definitely true that there's no substitute for the real thing.

She's regaining her strength now that I've started feeding her again, and I've taken to keeping a dildo strapped into her cunt.  It's got a handle sticking out the end so I can stimulate her for kicks, and it also keeps her from being able to sit.

Every morning when I go downstairs and see her curled up, naked in her chains with that handle sticking out of her, I get rock hard.  I'll wake her up with either a bucket of cold water, a healthy smack to the ass, or a kick to the dildo handle.

She's taken well to using the chamber pot, and only pisses on her bed if I lock her so tight she can't move.  She doesn't call me "Master".  She doesn't call me anything; she's never spoken a word to me.  It's understood what her purpose is, and I need only speak to her when telling her how to service me.

I feel like a beer, and I think my slut could do with one too.  I toss mine onto the couch and pour hers into her doggie bowl.  She's got a feeder gag on, so she can suck liquids up through the tube.

As she dips her tube in, I push her head down until the tube touches the bottom of the bowl, then pinch her nostrils.  She panics for a moment, then starts drinking.  Halfway through, she chokes and convulses, but I hang on, pushing down even harder.  She regains some control and continues drinking, until the last bit slurps up through her tube.  I release the gasping slut, then whip it out and start jacking off in front of her.  As I get close, I grab her tube and push my dick up against it.  It's tricky, and I get a lot of it on her face, but a decent amount goes down the tube into her mouth.

"Table."

She crawls over to the couch and assumes the correct position.  I open my beer, take a swig, then place it on her back before going back to watching the shitty porn.

NATASHA

So I've got my girlfriend Natasha over.  Actually, she's not really a girlfriend... she just comes over every now and again to fuck.  I've never seen her in clothes for more than 30 seconds.  She's a few shades darker than me, has long, black hair, and a body that leaves men weak in the knees.  She's also a colossal pervert and a sadist.

Right now we're enjoying a nice Chinese take-out dinner.  My slut is the table, and her back is quite red from the scalding hot noodles (The restauran't just around the corner so I get it pretty much straight out of the pan).  I've taught Natasha how to whittle the ends of the chopsticks down to a pointed end with a kitchen knife, and we have no end of fun poking the slut as we pick up noodles, fried veggies, and sweet&sour pork.

Natasha, being the evil bitch she is, decides to up the ante.  She grabs a chopstick in her fist and slams it into the slut's back, drawing blood.  Predictably, the slut jumps, dropping Natasha's beer on the floor.  "Stupid slut!" she picks up a wooden paddle and whacks my slut with all her might.

My beer tips dangerously, and I barely manage to rescue it.  "Hey!  Watch it!"

"It's her fucking fault!  She's supposed to be furniture, isn't she?  Since when does furniture move?"

I must admit, she has a point.  I grab a length of rope and tie a loop around the slut's waist, then run the ends down her crack, around her waist loop at the front, and back again, tying it to a hook that hangs from the ceiling for just this sort of thing.

Her ass is held high, and any movement will cinch it up tighter in her cunt.  Natasha grins wickedly as she brandishes a whip.  She's quite talented, and I watch the expertly placed welts as they appear on my slut's ass.  One of these days I'll get her to draw me a happy face.

I've got a huge flagpole now.  I grab Natasha and force her to the ground in front of the slut.  The little whore is as wet as always, and I waste no time doing her while the table watches.  Natasha's got the most beautiful ass I've ever seen, which is why I keep her around.  I smack it and pull it as I fuck her hard, until it's just too much and I dump a load inside her.

We go back to the couch and sip our beers.  "She looks hungry, you know." says Natasha after awhile.

"I know.  She hasn't eaten since Thursday."

"What??  That's three days ago!  You want her to starve to death?"

"She won't starve.  That takes weeks."  I look at her.  "If you're so fucking concerned, why don't you feed her?"  Natasha picks up the chopsticks and I grab them from her.  "Not THAT.  That's people food.  I've put her slut food in there." I say, pointing to Natasha's cunt.

I watch with satisfaction as the wicked grin plays across her lips.  She lays down on her back and scoots over until her cunt's under the slut's head.  "Eat up, slut!"

The slut leans down and puts her mouth over Natasha's cunt, sucking, trying to find any nutrients to satisfy her gnawing hunger, and I'm fucking hard again.

I lube up and take my slut in the ass.  She has a little trouble getting the cum out while I'm pounding her from behind, but that's life, I guess.  Natasha's fondling her own nipples and having a great old time.  I just keep pounding, making this one last.

We finish up about 20 minutes later, then say our goodbyes.  I figure I'll just leave the rest of the food on the table, but I'm worried about the slut sneaking something while I'm asleep.  I grab some rawhide and tie her hair to the crotch rope so that it pulls her head back, then padlock her manacles to an anchor point on the floor.

There she is, head back, back arched, and ass up to avoid putting too much pressure on the crotch rope.  Absolutely perfect.  I turn off the lights, then whistle a tune as I head upstairs for a shower.

RETRIBUTION

Natasha calls and says she's on her way over.  I tell her I'm letting the slut rest, but she's having none of it.  Someone pissed her off and she wants to take it out on the slut.  Women get that way sometimes.

Actually, what I MEANT was that I'm about to let my slut rest, since she's been sitting on the wooden horse for the past 3 hours and her pussy's gotta be mighty sore from balancing on that wedge for so long.  I head downstairs and I hear her crying.  Goddam.  Now I'm gonna have to fuck her or I'll never get rid of this hard on.

I unhook her and lift her to the ground where she stands meekly, sniffling and wiping her eyes.  Her tits are bruised purple, and her cunt doesn't look much better.  I hope Natasha takes it easy on her.  I like to keep my toys in good condition so that they last a long time.

I lead her into her cell, chain her to the wall, then do her doggy style.  She cries out in pain as I penetrate her sore cunt, and that just gets me going even more.  I release a long, satisfying jet of cum into her, just in time for the doorbell to ring.

Natasha is outside, wearing a skimpy, trashy outfit as usual.  I especially like the super-short red leather skirt that's high enough for me to reach under... Hang on!  I shove two fingers up her pussy and drag her into the house.  Holding her by the hair, I force her downstairs, then shove her against the wall.  "Take your fucking clothes off."

Natasha obeys, knowing how dangerous I am when I get like this.  She takes her shoes and stockings off last, making sure her ass sticks in my face as she does so, the fucking whore.  I snap on a pair of handcuffs.  "No, please!" she says.

"I wanna make sure you take it easy on her.  I mean it!"  For good measure, I lock on some legirons with a 1-foot chain.

"Pleeease?" she says, giving me that sultry look.  Not this time.  I drag her over to the equipment wall.  "You get three toys.  No more."

She takes her bloody time looking through everything, fondling each piece as she goes.  Eventually she picks a black leather flogger (my best one, too), a pair of ratcheting nipple clamps, and a strap-on dildo.  She always takes the dildo.  Sometimes I wonder if she might have preferred to be a man...

I drag her over to the cell, shove her inside, and lock the door.  I sit in my easy chair to watch the show.

My slut cowers in a corner, knowing full well the kinds of things Natasha is capable of.

"Get the fuck away from the wall!" she screams.  The slut moves closer to Natasha, as far as the chain will allow.  "Stick your ass up!"  Natasha winds up and delivers a hefty blow across the slut's ass.  I watch, transfixed, as flesh quivers under the blow.

Natasha turns around.  "Could you pleeease take these off?"  I shake my head.  She packs quite a mean swing, but all the power goes out of it when she has to do it with both hands and can't stand with her legs apart.  Scowling, she turns to her victim again.  She swings viciously, delivering blow after blow after blow until she starts to tire.  The slut's screams are music to my ears.  I rub my cock.

"Sit up!" she yells, yanking the slut by the hair.  She looks at the tits, then back at me.  "You broke them!"

"I did not!  They'll be good as new in a few days.  The nipples are hardly touched anyway."

She snorts, then goes to work, putting a clamp against the slut's tits.  Slowly, she squeezes them closed.  "Aaah aaaaah!" cries the slut.

"Ooh look at that!  You look soooo pretty!" says Natasha in her baby-talk voice as she pats her victim on the cheek.  She ratchets the other clamp on, then tugs on them playfully as the slut winces.

"You know what I'm going to do next, don't you?" taunts Natasha.  "I'm gonna fuck you three ways from Sunday."  I often wonder how girls can get so bloody vicious.

She puts on the harness and straps everything in place.  "Suck it!"  The slut shimmies forward as far as she can, but can only reach the tip of the dildo before the wall chain pulls against her neck.

"Come on, bitch!  I don't have all day!"

The slut strains, choking against her collar, but manages to get her lips around the phallus, lubricating it with her tongue.  Natasha steps forward, pushing it into her throat.  My slut's had a lot of training by now, and she knows not to pull back, ever.  She continues to lubricate the invader, even as it cuts off her air.  "Are you ready to get fucked?"

"Furniture doesn't talk, Natasha.  Remember?"

"Oh right."  She pulls out.  "Ass up!"

As the slut gets into position, Natasha grabs her and rams HARD.  The slut shrieks, and dissolves into tears.  I'm getting harder and harder, watching my chained, helpless, crying slut as she gets rammed from behind.  Natasha has her by the ass now, digging her nails in as she violates the holes.

Finally, I can't take it anymore.  I pull the keys out, fumble the door open, and push Natasha out of the way.  I grab the slut's ass and slide home, managing only a few thrusts before I cum deep and hard inside her.

"Hey!" says Natasha.  "That's not fair you fucking bastard!"

I ignore her for the moment, until I've finished shooting my load.  Then I turn around.  She must have recognized the look on my face, because she suddenly turns and tries for the door.  Her legs are chained, so I'm faster, and force her back against the wall.  I always keep at least one padlock on me, and this time I use it to lock her hands high above her head.  A stunning Amazon beauty, naked and chained to the wall.  I head out to the equipment room and fetch some supplies.

"Hey." she says as I come back.  "Hey I didn't mean anything..."

I show her the gag.  She looks at me pleadingly, but she knows it's useless at this point.  I hold it to her mouth and she accepts it.

"I'm going to chalk it up to the heat of the moment." I say.  "Take the night to think it over."

She closes her eyes, bowing to fate.

"But just to show there's no hard feelings, I'll let you cum."  I loosen the understrap and slip in a vibrator, then cinch it up good and tight.  I turn the knob and hear a satisfying buzz as the device goes to work.  I kiss her on the cheek.  "Sweet dreams."

The slut lays in the corner, watching us, hand in her cunt.  I ignore her and leave, locking the door behind me.

Upstairs, I watch the first few videos I took after the slut's arrival to the dungeon.  She's come a long way since then.  I wonder if there are other guys with captives like her.  Surely I can't be the only one.  I resolve to find them if I can.  We could swap stories, vids, and maybe even sluts if we live close enough.  I wonder if I could talk Natasha into becoming a dungeon slut too?

I lay in bed, dreaming of things to come.