Dungeon Of Denial · Part 1

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Chapter 1 – The Lamb

The morning began like so many others as Anne sipped her morning coffee and watched the throngs of students file through the cafeteria. It was a conglomeration of individual routines that had gone unchanged at the university for more years than could be remembered. Anne's divorce had been rough, but she knew that going back to college and completing her degree would be just the ticket to get her life back on track. Financially it was hard, But Anne worked long hours and was adjusting nicely. Still there was a monotonous air to her life. School in the mornings, waitressing in the afternoons, gym in the evening. A hectic schedule to be sure, but worth the effort nonetheless.

While Anne was pushing 35, her body was just as firm and beautiful as it had been ten years ago. Occasionally a grey hair would make its appearance in her deep red tresses, but that was shrugged off as part of life, and nothing that a little hair color couldn't fix once a month. She leaned back in her chair, and stifled a yawn as she noticed the two well dressed ladies approaching through the crowd.

"Greetings Anne, I'm Marta and this is my assistant Leslie. We were sent over by the medical research department, mind if we have a seat?"

Anne had never seen the two ladies before but they seemed friendly enough.

She could only assume they knew her from a class or something. However the thought of a little company was very pleasing and she bade them to join her.

"The university is sponsoring a research program centering around human sexuality traits in the new millennium. We are recruiting test subjects to take part in opinion polls, and psychological exams over the next few weeks. Each subject accepted will receive $5000 for their efforts and cooperation.

Are you interested?"

Ann eyes grew wide. A few weeks work, if you could call it that, and she would have enough to catch up on all her bills. Perhaps even a little left over to splurge on something wild and impulsive. Maybe enough to spend a lazy week lying on a beach in México. Of course she was very interested and not shy about showing her enthusiasm.

"Excellent" Marta said, as Leslie pulled out a clipboard. "First we need to gather some basic information about you and then we'll take a drive to the clinic to complete the rest of the paperwork. You know how these things work right?, Nothing gets done without a mountain of forms" Marta joked.

Anne agreed with a laugh, as the trio spent the next half hour chatting and collecting numerous bits of trivia about herself, her life, and her innermost thoughts. All in the name of research. Little did Anne know, that the research that Marta and Leslie were involved in had nothing to do with the university. But ironically very much to do with human sexuality.

A dark side of sexuality that Anne would come to know all too well; and curse the day these two women sat down at her table.

The plain blue sedan pulled into the parking lot of the clinic later that afternoon. The trip had lasted over an hour, but it seemed shorter as Leslie kept Anne busy with question after question. Anne was amazed how detailed the information about her had to be for such a simple research project. The architecture of the building was very sterile. Nothing remarkable about it at all, other than the fact it was set in the middle of an unoccupied industrial park. This fact didn't worry Anne much and she chocked it up to a poor economy. The outside was well manicured, and she could see several women working at desks inside. She figured the university had to rent where it could.

The three women entered through the large glass doors. A secretary seated at the reception desk smiled at Marta and buzzed the group through a second larger door, revelling a long hallway bordered by several small offices.

Marta and Leslie led Anne into one of the rooms. There seated at a desk smoking a cigarette was a pleasant looking woman with short hair.

"Have a seat Hun, I'll be with you in a moment". She smiled as she indicated toward the two assistants, "Thank you Marta, You both have done well. Make sure all the information gets to the moving department. I'll be finished with this one in a little while and then we can go out for drinks".

Anne sat watching the woman collect papers as the door shut behind her. The woman slid form after form in front of Anne. "Sign here, initial here" repeated over and over. Each completed document was placed in a file and labelled accordingly.

At length all the paperwork was done, the lady offered Anne a cigarette and smiled. "Welcome to the project my dear, I'm sure you'll find this a most rewarding experience."

"Thank you ma'am, I'm happy to be part of the team." replied Anne.

She watched as the ladies hand slipped under her desk and pushed a button. The door flew open. It was Marta and Leslie. They grabbed Anne roughly and slammed her up against the wall. Before she knew it, they had placed her in handcuffs. A smooth rubber ball gag was slipped between her teeth. Anne tried to fight but to no avail, the attack had been too quick and well coordinated. The two pushed Anne back into her seat and held her firmly. She starred in horror as a wry smile greeted her from the woman behind the desk.

"Yes Anne, you're most defiantly part of the team. Weather or not you'll be happy will be entirely up to the mistress."

The woman continued undaunted by Anne's struggles. "My dear, as we speak, your apartment is being cleaned out, everything you own is being placed in storage. By tomorrow there will be no trace of you to the outside world. All your mail will be collected and your relatives will receive post cards from you every month, postmarked from various locations indicating that you have fallen in love with a travelling salesman, and will be quite out of touch for awhile."

Leslie produced a pair of scissors and proceeded to cut off Anne's dress while the woman revelled more of the diabolical plan.

"Oddly enough my dear, you have given us permission to do whatever we wish to do. You should have read the documents you were signing. They cover all aspects of your life, giving us access to pin numbers, any accounts or personal business you may have. We will now control you. I suggest you cooperate fully. To be difficult will result in serious punishment."

Leslie finished working on Anne's dress, leaving her clad only in thin underwear, weak from fear, and sweating from the worry of the unknown.

"I can see in your eyes you are wondering what this is all innate of.

Unfortunately your curiosity will have to be patient. The Mistress herself will explain everything to you in due time."

The woman nodded; Marta and Leslie pulled Anne from her seat and lead her out of the room. They turned down the hall, Anne struggled vainly against her bonds. Her feet dragging across the soft carpet, eyes pleading with her captors to let her go. Confused and terrified by what lay in store for her at the hands of these brutal women. An iron door stood tall before the trio. Marta pounded loudly three times. The echo of each knock would remain imbedded in Anne's memory for the rest of her life.

Her mind was racing on the ramifications of her actions as she watched the heavy iron door slam shut. She stood transfixed at the top of the staircase leading down to the deep recesses of the dungeon that was to be her new home.

Cuffed, gagged and dressed only in her bra and panties, the sweet stale air that caressed Anne's skin was quite cool and her nipples responded in kind. They swelled slightly under the soft silken material of the last clothing she would wear for many months to come. She knew she was helpless, and even more horrifying was the knowledge that it was born of her own free will. She once again tested the restraints that bound her hands. They held firm to her struggles.

A petite young blonde girl took Anne by the elbow and led her down the stone steps. The girl was dressed in a leather harness outfit. High heels, leather bra and panties and a studded collar. The bra was cut to allow the girls nipples to stand firm and open to all who wished to view them.

Her leather panties fit so tight as to leave very little to the imagination.

Anne noticed immediately that the girls pussy was shaved. The girl was very pretty, and smelled of a delicious perfume. The sweet aroma enticed

Anne's mind and caused her to be aroused in a way she never had experienced.

Anne's nipples stiffened even more, and she felt herself starting to lubricate.

These feelings worried Anne. She had never been turned on by another female before. What was it about the perfume this girl was wearing that would make Anne's mind explore such erotic dreams. The touch of another woman? The taste of regions that were once taboo?

Thoughts she had never known, thoughts that only moments before would have filled her with revulsion and tension, yet now sent electric shocks of sexual desire to every one of her erogenous zones. Anne's mind was telling her body that she had to have this girl more than anything else in the world, and to deny those feelings would be sheer agony. She tried to think of something else. Anything to make the feelings dissipate, but it was useless; that smell, that sweet smell, kept filling her senses and driving her wild with desire. It was as if a magic spell was cast upon her.

If only Anne knew the whole story. If only she knew how big a role she would play in the manufacture of the sweet nectar that was worth more than gold.

In the worldwide aphrodisiac market, the secret to riches lay hidden in the very linings of Anne's vagina. If only she had known the sweet tortures that awaited her beautiful body in this dungeon; she never would have signed the papers that condemned her to join the ranks of so many other women that had walked naked and bound, down these same cold steps. The girl took no notice of Anne or her struggles as they both descended ever deeper into the abyss. The only sounds being the soft click of the girls heels and the muffled protests of her victim through the firm rubber ball gag.

The Captive and her handler arrived at the main dungeon door. With the push of a button it opened and Anne was led inside. She stood meekly as the door was secured behind them, shuddering slightly as she listened to the mechanisms clack loudly from several automatic locking bolts. Completely removed from the outside world, a slave to the whims of her handlers. No longer an individual, but simply one of many other women who lived on the brink of orgasmic ecstasy for months at a time. One of many other women who dreamed of nothing more than being allowed to cum. One of many other women who would nonetheless be denied that most simple of pleasures.

The plan was sinister, yet necessary for the business at hand. A business worth millions for its creator. But also a product that required the sometimes unwilling participation of many females. Anne would soon discover how important her body was to be in the creation of a ground breaking discovery. All captives were there to be teased. To allow any captive to orgasm was a crime that was punished severely by the mistress. Anne would come to learn that rule well. But first she would have to be prepared.

The room was well lit from many fluorescent lights. The walls were adorned with fine erotic paintings and full length mirrors. Soft classical music played through several speakers in the ceiling. Before her was a padded table where two women stood wearing lab coats. One of the women was brunette, at least 6 foot tall, very large breasts and obviously in charge from the way she ordered the others about. The other one was oriental, petite and very pretty. Anne could see that under their lab coats they wore the same leather harness outfits as the young girl who brought her down the stairs wore. Against the wall was a large steel table covered by a cloth. To conceal what, Anne knew not.

The brunette snapped out an order and the young girl led Anne to the center of the room. The women took Anne's legs and secured each ankle to two large eyebolts in the floor with soft cord, forcing them apart by a good four feet. Anne had to concentrate hard to keep her balance as the brunette released the handcuffs. She deftly retied her wrists to a large spreader bar suspended from the ceiling. Anne closed her eyes and tried not to think of what was in store for her next.

The three women then proceeded to work on their new captive in earnest.

Anne helplessly watched her reflection in the mirrors while the women cut off her thin bra and panties. It was as if the poor victim in the reflection was not Anne at all, but some other girl that was being reduced further and further into nothing more than a play toy to be used and teased for the pleasure of others. The women worked quickly. The brunette strolled to the cloth covered table. Pulling back the sheet Anne's eyes grew wide from the array of instruments and items that she beheld. Light reflected off several steel shackles that were padded on the inside. The outside of each were affixed with sturdy rings at various angles. The restraints were very strong; they had to be. It was common knowledge in the dungeon that the struggles of a well stimulated victim could be almost superhuman.

A pop rivet gun lay next to the restraints, accompanied by assorted shaving instruments and several coils of fine rope. A large mahogany box served as a centerpiece for the erotic buffet. A collection that for many victims was their first step into the world of orgasm denial and sexual slavery. Anne could do nothing more than close her eyes and listen to the soft melody of the music while the trio worked. As each shackle was attached, she would struggle within her bonds. The snap of the rivets ringing in her ears. It became painfully obvious that these steel bindings were not intended to be only temporary. The brunette grabbed Anne roughly by the cheek. "I suggest you remain still my dear. We have a rather delicate task to perform now, and we wouldn't want any accidents would we?"

The blond girl smiled and held a razor before Anne's face. "Don't worry hun, I'll be gentle".

Anne hung motionless while her pussy was shaved smooth. Each scrape of the razor sending erotic shivers up Anne's spine. The scent of that sweet perfume permeated the air. Anne's pussy reacted accordingly, encouraged by the stimulations of her ordeal. Vaginal juices mixed with the cool lather.

Her clit rose from its protective hood as if begging for further attention.

"How cute" the young girl remarked. "Look who has come out to play?"

Giggling with delight the girl tried to lick the little wet bud, however this move resulted in a strong rebuke by the brunette.

"You know the rules! Do you want to be returned to the lambs?"

A look of fear crossed the young girls face and she emphatically shook her head.

"I'm sorry, it wont happen again, please don't tell the mistress!!"

"I wont this time, but you've been warned before, get back to your work" snapped the brunette.

Anne actually found herself almost enjoying the trance as each flick of the razor brought her closer and closer to orgasmic bliss. Her breath came soft as the young girl toyed the shaven area with a fine coating of baby oil. Both captive and her tormenter found it very sensual. The young girl made it last as long as possible. Each digit working the oil in and about Anne's most sensitive regions. Occasionally a fingertip brushed against her clitoris. Sending waves of pleasure over the bound slave. This moment would be all too brief, as she was rocketed back to reality by the touch of a cold metallic band under her chin. The steel collar was placed around

Anne's neck, as sounds of the last two rivets echoed through the room like firecrackers. She looked at herself in the mirror. Hanging naked and helpless, light reflecting from the highly polished metal of her bindings. "No, that cant be me!" she thought. "This cant be happening!!"

The reality of her plight hit hard. Anne struggled in panic and tried to scream but her gag only allowed a muffled squeal to be heard. The trio erupted in laughter at the predicament of their captive. The brunette made some notes on a clipboard, looked at her partners and said "proceed".

The blond walked to the table and took two small coils of the fine rope and headed back to their squirming victim. With expertise born of many captives before, the young girl wrapped the rope around each of Anne's breasts. Every rotation pulling her tits tighter and tighter. Her nipples swelling and becoming rock hard as the blood inside was forced against each bud. Anne's back arched as she struggled furiously to no avail. Within moments both her breasts were securely bound.

The brunette and the young blonde walked back to the table, leaving the Asian watching Anne's body undulate from the bindings. Her dark eyes hypnotized by the view of their captives bound tits. Each flex causing them to jiggle ever so slightly, begging silently for release. The Asian girl sighed and touched herself. Her fingertips dancing over perky brown nipples, each touch mocking Anne over the fact that her own breasts desired the same attention. The tool cart with the large box was wheeled into position at the padded table. The brunette produced a small stun gun and addressed

Anne as she hung limp and exhausted.

"Now my dear, we are going to release you, and you are to follow my orders without question. Any attempt to fight or struggle will be met with stern punishment. Do you understand?"

Anne weakly nodded her head. Each movement reminding her of the collar around her neck.

"Very good, I think you will learn quickly" She smiled.

The young blond and the Asian proceeded to remove Anne from the spreader bars that bound her. They steadied their victim as the brunette snapped out the next task at hand. "Captive!, You are to lay upon the padded table and present your arms and legs for further restraint!"

The two girls helped Anne, who with trepidation made her way toward the sinister looking desk. The leather padding was soft and warm to the touch as her naked flesh made contact. Like a good girl she lay back, outstretching her arms and legs in resigned submission. She could hear the gentle clicks of the latches as the women clipped short chains to her shackles. Leaving

Anne spread wide and vulnerable.

There was a mirror on the ceiling directly over the table. Anne studied herself with mute fascination. She stared, mesmerized by her freshly shaved pussy, still glistening from the baby oil. The cart with the box was at the top of the table and in the reflection Anne was able to see it's contents quite clearly as the brunette lifted the thin lid. The interior was lined in fine red velvet. There were three small bottles containing a milky liquid, and a fourth bottle containing a clear liquid. Recessed in the middle of the box were two syringes. Cold fear gripped Anne when she saw them, but by now she was too weak to struggle. The young girl and the Asian stood by Anne's feet watching the brunette prepare the injections. Her back turned to the writhing captive as she quietly talked to herself, listing the foreboding inventory.

"lets see; One bottle for right nipple, one bottle for left nipple.

Check." She took a pen and made a mark on the clipboard.

"One bottle for the clit. Check" Another mark.

"And one bottle of blocking fluid. Check" She made a final notation and turned to Anne. Her hands held high as she filled a syringe with the milky fluid.

Without being asked the Asian girl held Anne's left breast firm as the brunette gently placed the syringe at the very edge of the areola. The needle was very thin and surprisingly she felt almost no pain. The woman slowly injected the fluid into the nipple area. It burned a little at first but as the seconds passed the region began to tingle. The brunette wasted no time and prepared the syringe again. This time the procedure was repeated on the right nipple, with the same results. The three women then took a break and smoked cigarettes. Sipping from bottles of spring water and discussing the days events. They made no notice of Anne or her squeals as the tingling in each nipple increased minute by minute.

Finally the Asian girl approached, looked closely at Anne's breasts, untied the ropes surrounding them and said, "They're done!"

Anne looked at her tits and was amazed. While there was no change to the breasts themselves, her nipples had swelled to twice their size. Nipples that had moments before been the size of a garden pea were now the size of small olives. Her large pink areolas had become puffy and stood out a good half inch from the rest of the breast, defining them as a single entity. They reminded Anne of the nipples you would find on a baby bottle.

They felt strange too. Anne always had somewhat sensitive nipples. She enjoyed having her boyfriend play with them every time they were intimate, but this time she could tell there was something odd. No one was touching them and yet she felt stimulations. It was like the very air itself was teasing each nipple ever so slightly. Even worse was the fact that the feeling was not going away.

The brunette stood at the table, her fingers reaching for Anne's breasts.

"Lets see how they work?" she quipped.

Anne watched her tormenters hands as they came closer and closer to the swollen nipples. Like a slow motion scene in a movie, her fingertips made contact; gently flicking the puffed nubs. It was only a quick touch, but it sent the captives mind reeling with pleasure. Anne's back arched off of the table, her arms and legs straining at the bonds that held firm.

Her breath quickened. It was horrific bliss. Wonderful feelings rocketed directly to her clit. It seemed as if her nipples and clit had become one.

She had never known that such pleasure could come from one simple caress.

Her pussy began to lubricate. Begging for release. The wet lips of her vagina swelled and peeked from their protective folds. Her breath came in short gasps as the sensations abated. Leaving the soft laughter of her tormenters dancing in her ears. Anne thought it impossible that her body could experience any greater ecstasy beyond that touch; But her captors knew a dark secret. A slaves body could be pushed much further. "I can tell by your eyes that you found that pleasing" the brunette said.

"I'll let you in on the little secret. The properties of this milky serum bond to the pleasure sensitive nerves in any area injected. This heightens their sensation and creates a more direct path for the electrical impulses of your body to travel to your brain. Sadly though, the process is irreversible. I'm afraid you'll have to get used to this feeling for quite awhile."

The brunette continued as she prepared the syringe again. The Asian girl spread Anne's pussy wide, pushing the protective hood of her clit back.

She chirped, "Now hun, if you think it felt good on your tits, imagine how wonderful it will be when injected into a far more delicate spot."

The young blonde held their captives hips steady, as the needle induced the magic fluid inside and directly behind Anne's small clit. Once more ignoring their slaves protests, the trio took a break while the elixir went to work. Clit tingling, swelling, puffing and growing. The wet covering hood transformed into mute flesh. Serv

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