Dungeon Of Denial · Part 2 (2/3)
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ing no purpose anymore. A hood that now protected nothing, pushed away as her most sensitive nub grew to three times its normal size. No more would Anne's clit hide within the folds of her pussy. Forever would it remain accessible and open to whatever, and whoever wished to explore it's limits.
With the third injection complete. Anne could see in her reflection what looked like a tiny pink grape protruding from her shaved pussy. Much like the feeling in her nipples, the very air itself was teasing her clit.
The sensations would keep the area constantly lubricated forever.
"We'll test you in a minute hun, but first there is one crucial thing we must do." The brunette said "As the mistress will explain to you shortly;
Captives are not allowed to orgasm. You must therefore undergo one final injection."
She continued, held up the bottle with the clear liquid and prepared the last syringe.
"This one may sting a bit, but not for long. What it does is block your ability to cum."
She sternly looked Anne directly in the eyes. "Oh you'll feel like cumming. You'll be pushed right to the very edge of orgasm. But unfortunately no matter what you do, or for that matter what WE do, you'll never be able to cross over that line."
The woman smiled, eyes crinkling with amusement. "Isn't that deliciously evil?"
A cold shiver of fear and confusion swept over Anne's naked body as her tormenter explained further.
"There is however an antidote to this serum. If you behave and are a good slave, the mistress may find it in her heart to allow you to cum once or twice a week. But I wouldn't count on it happening very often. We have some girls here who haven't had an orgasm in months. Maybe you'll be one of the lucky ones eh?" Anne could hear the other two girls laughing.
"Of course you could aspire to become a handler. In which case you are allowed to cum whenever you wish. But you have to meet your quota of juice. Not too many of our guests stay sane long enough to graduate to that position though."
The syringe entered at the base of Anne's neck. A strange numbness rushed over her body. Her vision blurred slightly, and just as quickly returned to normal.
"There you go my dear! Now that wasn't so bad was it? Shall we see if our efforts have been in vain?"
This time it would be the Asian girls turn to test their victim. Anne could only take a deep breath in preparation for the feelings that would follow. She starred into the mirror, watching the very tip of the girls tongue as it came into contact with her enlarged hyper sensitive clit.
Unearthly moans of pleasure erupted from the helpless bound captive. Anne emitted sounds she had never known as her body was immediately wracked
The table creaked loudly. The limits of its construction tested by the furious thrashing of its bound victim. Her beautiful naked body being teased and tickled to the breaking point. Anne pulled at her restraints wildly, her clit sending wave after wave of desire to the very core and fiber of her being. Never in her life had she known such pleasure. The greatest orgasm she could ever dream of was building within her. Faster and faster.
Her breath coming in short gasps, her hands clinching, toes curling. The brunette looked deep into Anne's eyes as they dilated. Her tormenter knew the sweet torture was working as planned.
"Oh my God!!!" thought Anne "Almost there!!!, Almost!!!!!" But the feeling continued. Going no further yet not receding. Keeping her on that razor sharp edge at the moment of nirvana. The Asian girls tongue swirled around and around her victims clit. Anne could feel the table getting wet with pussy juices. Each flick of oral delight sending cascading waves of erotic joy between her legs. She had never been so wet or so aroused. This was exactly the moment the women were waiting for. "Enough!" barked the brunette.
The sweet torture stopped as fast as it had begun. Leaving the captive visibly shaking.
"Noooo! I was so close!!!! Please!!!!!" thought Anne. But it was not to be. Not today. Not for many days. The brunette looked at her two assistants.
The Asian girl was wiping Anne's juices from her mouth with a towel. "Oh this one will do VERY well!" she giggled.
A final notation was made on the ominous clipboard. The young blonde girl released their victim from the table and helped Anne sit up. In an almost motherly way the brunette took Anne by the shoulder. "You did fine hun. Since the injections are recent, the reactions are extreme. The effects will taper off a little bit with time. Your nipples and clit will always be hyper sensitive, but in a few hours they will be able to withstand much more activity. The effects won't be quite as violent. Remember hun, We don't wish to torture you. Only to tease you."
"You shall be meeting the mistress soon. Don't worry, she will only explain your situation. But I beg you not to make her angry. Just listen and do whatever she tells you." The two assistants nodded in agreement.
"You will be introduced to your handler too. Her role will be very important in your future here. You will get to know her better than anyone you have known in your life. She will know more about you as well. You have nothing to fear from your handler as long as you obey her and submit to your juicing's without question."
Anne wondered what they meant by "juicing's". The phrase worried her.
She wanted so badly to ask, but was still under the domination of the ball gag. The red rubber dripping with saliva. Each drop slowly snaking its way down her chin. The Asian girl took her towel and offered it to their new slave.
"I know it's uncomfortable hun. It will be removed very soon, I promise."
Anne stood up, assisted by the women. She looked again at her reflection in the mirror. Her naked body shimmered with sweat from the brief ordeal.
Her nipples engorged and hard. Her clit protruding obscenely from within the shaven folds of her tender pussy. Shackles gleaming. Anne's transformation was complete.
Once more the young blond girl took their captive by the arm and led her away. Anne plaintively looking back at the two women, who smiled at her as if to say "Nothing personal, just doing our job". The brunette and
Asian; their task done for the day, went straight to work cleaning the preparation room in expectation of their next victim. Another set of shackles was laid out on the table and the box was replenished with more serum.
Anne could hear their small talk as the blonde opened a door and led her into the plush office of the mistress.
Velvet cloth covered the walls. The carpet was very deep and soft under the captives toes. Before her stood a very large finely upholstered high backed chair. A black satin cushion lay on the floor. "Kneel Lamb!" Commanded the blond.
Anne meekly submitted and knelt on the satin pillow. Her clit was so sensitive she found it impossible keep her thighs together, forcing her to kneel with her legs slightly spread. Her wrist shackles were snapped to her ankle cuffs thus further immobilizing any thought of escape. The captive felt a tug at her collar as the young girl snapped a gold leash in place. "The mistress will be with you shortly."
Anne bowed her head and listened to the door close. The slave was left alone contemplating her fate. Tears ran down her face. Muted whimpers from the gag.
Hearing muffled voices, her attention was drawn once again to the door.
It opened slowly and a very pretty lady entered, followed by another blonde girl dressed in the traditional harness outfit of her previous tormentors.
Unlike the other women the mistress was clad in an exotic red leather outfit. Well fitted, obviously tailor made for her body. To the captive it was as if this woman had red leather skin. Only bare breasts and crotchless panties giving away the secret of her milky white perfect complexion. Jet black hair coordinated nicely with the ebony fishnets and stiletto heels to match. Anne noticed tattoos of two roses on each side of the woman's shaved pussy. Her posture belying an air of confidence and authority. From the demeanour of the young girl who followed her into the room Anne could tell this was a woman not to be trifled with.
With motherly tenderness the mistress stroked Anne's red hair as she passed. The Blonde stood off to one side, hiding in the shadows. "Such a pretty lamb to add to my flock, don't you think?" The mistress indicated as the other girl nodded. Her voice calm and sure. Anne looked up with pleading eyes. The mistress took her seat at the throne like chair. Lighting a long cigarette, she smiled at Anne, leaned back and crossed her shapely legs. A fine wisp of smoke snaked upwards as she spoke. "Consider this an orientation and formal introduction to your situation. I'm sure you have many questions and concerns. However before proceeding I find it important to explain every lambs role in my dungeon."
The mistress took another long drag, as the blonde removed the confining ball gag from the captives lips. Anne started to speak but was met with a firm slap from the girl. "No Talking without permission!" she barked.
The sting of the blow warmed her cheek as the mistress continued.
"Since the beginning of recorded history, mankind has been searching for the perfect aphrodisiac. This search has led to the destruction of many species, false hopes and malpractice on an alarming scale. The illusion of Spanish Fly, the mild effects of modern perfumes, all still have not given us the results humans crave"
The blond helped Anne sip some water. Tenderly massaging her shoulders as she listened attentively.
"I have spend most of my life trying to find out where every scientist and doctor have gone wrong. At last I have found it. Using a blend of chemicals known only to myself and a few others, I have created the perfect aphrodisiac perfume. It has never failed a single test. I know of no other formula with a 100% success rate. The secret lay within the female body. I have found that when a woman is stimulated and reaches a certain point of arousal; specifically the exact moment before achieving orgasm; she will secrete through her vaginal walls a lubricating fluid containing an isolated and adjusted PH factor never before studied. This fluid, combined with other ingredients and oils, blends into a perfume that will drive anyone who smells it into a sexual high. Male or Female, the results are the same.
It has an effect that crosses all bounds of whatever upbringing or trends the person has come to believe and makes the wearer of the perfume completely desirable to the intended mate. This perfume is sold on the black market all over the world and thus far has a return rivalling that of cocaine.
I have made millions and will continue to do such"
Anne started to speak but the blond girls grip tightened on her shoulder.
She looked at the girl and was given a glare that indicated it would be best if she remained silent.
"Which brings us to your fate my lamb" The mistress smiled "You see;
The amounts of the vaginal fluid required are such that it takes several donors, many days just to create a gallon of the liquid. Also factor in that it is hard to keep a woman stimulated to the point of secreting the type of lubrication we need. Hence the injections you have received. Now with minimal um…encouragement, your body will be right at the point necessary for juicing."
Anne now knew the horror that awaited her and it stung. She started to squirm. "Nooooo!!, Please!!!!"
The girl held the captive firm. "If you speak again you will be whipped and gagged for a week! Do you understand?"
Anne submitted to the threat and sat deeper into the soft satin of the cushion.
"May I continue now?" the mistress said sarcastically. "You will be taken to join the my flock of lambs. You will be under the constant care of your handler." The mistress indicated towards the blond girl. "Her name is Tina. She has been trained well for her job. She knows more ways to tease a lamb for maximum juice output than you could ever imagine. But on second thought I will assume you will come to learn all her methods in due time."
The laughter of Tina assaulted Anne's ears.
"The stimulation you will endure is such that you will have to be sedated to sleep. You will remain naked. The only thing you are to wear are your shackles. The hours are not bad and you can expect to be juiced for no more than eight hours a day. Week ends off. There are many ways to be juiced and for almost all of them, you will have to be bound in some fashion.
You will get used to it ironically. We have many variations of restraints at our disposal. You will experience them all. You will be fed well and when not being juiced you will be confined to a cell. You will be made very comfortable, and want for very little. Some of my lambs have even come to enjoy their work. I have several lambs who have even become handlers."
The mistress nodded to Tina and Anne was forced to stand. The girl took hold of the leash and the two approached the throne.
The mistress ended Anne's orientation with a gentle benediction.
"I'm sorry it has to be this way my dear. All I can say is be happy in your work. You really have no other choice I'm afraid."
With a wave of her hand Tina led the new lamb beyond the throne to the door of the main chamber. The hallway was long and dark. She could see the light of the main chamber but nothing else as Tina held the leash firm to her struggles. The sounds coming from the far end of the hallway filled
Anne with a fear she had never known. A cacophony of moans and whimpers.
The occasional erotic wail of a victim pushed to orgasmic limits. The strange creaking of wood meshed with the soft metallic sounds of chains straining under the protests of their captives. There was another sound too. Almost imperceptible. Like the soft notes of a lone oboe in a symphony. A buzzing sound that filled the very air, and teased Anne's senses. A familiar noise, but never before on such a grand scale. Then it hit her. It was the subtle sound of vibrators. Many of them. Tones changing but still a constant din as they cruelly performed their ominous tasks. The hallway opened into the main chamber. The sight that Anne beheld made her blood run cold. A vast warehouse sized dungeon lay before her. Its very essence reminding her of a huge gym.
However; she would find that the workout equipment installed in this arena held more promise for the perverse.
Tina whispered in her captives ear as Anne's eyes took in the foreboding scenes before her.
"You have had a busy day today hun, so we wont start your juicing until tomorrow. I can see you're anxious though, so I will give you the grand tour. It will give you some things to think about tonight." There was a sinister joy to her tone as she pulled Anne along behind her. The huge room was filled with every bondage and restraining device that could be imagined. Wooden crosses, Tables spread with chains. Pulleys and ropes dangled from the ceiling in macabre fashion. The walls adorned with every conceivable spreader bar and cuff. Ball gags in assorted sizes and attachments. Fully encompassing leather masks stared at Anne from all angles. The room resonated with sadistic eroticism.
Next to each station stood tables filled with an array of vibrators and sexual toys designed to reduce the victim to a quivering mass of ecstatic bliss. Also on the tables were small sponges and pint sized collection bottles. Some filled, some in the process of being filled with the erotic elixir craved by the mistress. Worse yet was the sight that most of the teasing stations were filled with a naked squirming captive. All women, and all being toyed and stimulated by their female handlers. There was a symmetry to their methods, yet it appeared that no two handlers teased in quite the same fashion. Anne could see some using their tongues. Others preferred the use of toys.
All seemed to be enjoying their work far too much. Tina stopped Anne at a wooden horse. Upon it was a captive girl, chained tightly with her legs on either side. Arms behind her bound securely at the elbows, forcing her tender breasts to be thrust obscenely forward.
An inviting target for the handler as she ran a small vibrator over the prisoners nipples. The pace was agonizingly slow and methodical. Anne could see the slaves hips buck and sway. Anything to create movement that would grant the captive some relief from the erotic torture. The poor girl was not gagged. Her pleading moans were loud, but that only seemed to delight the handler even more, encouraging the fiendish procedure to continue.
Her captor taunted the slave continuously, each moan bringing a laugh, and further light vibrations to the victims ever sensitive nipples.
Tina explained; "This lamb has been at the point of orgasm for approximately two hours. There is a special sponge inserted in her vagina that is gathering all of the precious juice. In a few moments her ordeal will be over and the sponge will be drained into the bottle you see on the table. Once that is done she will be taken to another station. Generally, most lambs visit three stations a day. We find we can get about a quarter cup of the best juice from each captive per station. We have close to thirty lambs now, and odds are you wont visit the same station twice in one day. Unless I'm having too much fun with you"
The other handler overheard Tina's comment and giggled. "Oh yeah hun, you better watch out for Tina! Around here she's known as the feather queen!
Once she got a whole cup of juice at a single station!" Anne's jaw dropped as the handler turned her attention back to the squirming captive's nipples.
Tina continued "Don't worry about anything right now though. After some food and a good nights rest, we'll see how good a provider you will
A tug at Anne's leash and she was led down another hallway to her cell.
A sanctuary from the horrors of the chamber. A plush retreat where sedated slaves could sleep and dream of the happier days before their abductions.
Anne stood silently as the key turned in the lock. She prepared herself for what surly would be another chapter of the living nightmare. The leash grew taunt as Tina let the naked captive into her cell.
A finely furnished boudoir greeted the slave. Soft carpet lead to a comfortable satin covered bed with many pillows. A petite but luxurious vanity, shower and toilet would be at her disposal as well. Mirrors adorned the walls, and off to one side magnificent shelves held reading material, stereo, television and VCR. It was as if they had transported a five star hotel suite bit by bit three floors underground. A large silver platter overflowing with bits of the finest fruits and vegetables lay on a small table. Completing the feast were bottles of mineral water and a carafe of blush zinfandel wine. Tina noted Anne's surprise.
"Well what did you expect hun?" The handler beamed. "An exhausted unhealthy lamb won't produce quality juice. It's kind of an ironic give and take don't you think?" Anne had to admit to herself the whole twisted concept made sense, but it was a small consolation. She was still a prisoner.
Tina unhooked the leash and from the closet produced two strange looking items. Gently she lay them on the bed and turned to her captive. "Lets get you ready for the night". The first adornment was a supple leather bra. Expertly tailored and designed for the comfort of the wearer. Shiny metal cups had been attached to the strange lingerie, protruding several inches from the tips. Anne could see they were placed directly over where her nipples would rest. The captives arms slipped easily through. Leather cold at first but warming gradually.
Tina deftly guided Anne's nipples into each cup and cinched the straps.
Tight enough to confine, but not so uncomfortable as to prevent normal movement. The click of a padlock concluded the procedure. Tina turned to retrieve the next item. Anne took this opportunity to touch her breasts.
The encased metal over her nipples prevented any sensation whatsoever.
They tingled under the thin protective shields, begging in vain for more stimulation.
Nonchalantly Tina held a chastity belt before her prisoner. The strange contraption appeared reminiscent of the middle ages. Mostly leather with a metal plate covering the whole pubic regions of the wearers hips. Much like the bra, the plate had been modified with a raised cup to confine
Anne's swollen clit. Entombing the nub from any and all unauthorized contact.
Anne wondered if her moist regions would experience the touch of her own fingers ever again. The device slipped on easily, and was likewise padlocked in place. Tina adjusted the belt precisely. Holes cut into the plates were set to allow for normal bodily functions.
"Although it's impossible for you to orgasm, we have learned that if we do not cover a lambs sensitive areas they will masturbate constantly.
You wouldn't want to cheat them from the teasing my training can provide would you? All lambs must come to rely on us for every pleasure and every need."
The handler guided Anne to the bed and sat with her on the soft comforter.
"Feel free to partake of all that we offer. You will never be harmed as long as you obey the rules. I promise I will take you to heights of passion you have never known before. You will learn patience. You will learn the true meaning of desire. You will learn ultimate submission. And
I will teach you."
Tina gave Anne a pill and watched her as she washed it down with the cool wine.
"it's only a sedative my dear, nothing more. Rest well tonight. Your shift will begin tomorrow after breakfast."
Anne ate some of the fresh fruit as Tina locked the cell door behind her. The light dimmed. Resigned to her fate, the new captive took one last drink of wine. She regarded her surroundings as the exhaustion of the days events overcame her. Anne nestled between the soft sheets and was soon lost in blissful slumber.
She awoke to the sight of a servant girl setting a tray of poached eggs and orange juice on the table. The girl paid no notice of Anne peeking from under the covers as she attended to her duties. The servant girls took care of most of the lambs needs in the dungeon. They were in charge of feeding and general housekeeping duties. Many of them were former captives but had reached a point were their output of juice was inefficient for further teasing. The servants wore the standard leather harness much like the handlers. The exception being they were not allowed to wear panties or any sort of covering for their breasts. Unlike the steel shackles of the lambs, the servants wore leather cuffs. They were also expected to remain barefoot. Anne could not help herself and stared at the servant with mute fascination. She was slender and young, probably no more than
22 by Anne's best guess. Her breasts framed by the black straps of her harness, her nipples hard, small areolas that puffed ever so slightly. A shaved pussy peeked from between her legs as she bent over to clean. Anne found herself wondering what it would be like to know this girl on a more intimate level. Confusion ripped through her as she wondered why she was having such fantasies again.
