Dungeon Of Denial · Part 3

Dungeon Of Denial · Part 3 (3/3)
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"Oh My God!" Thought Anne. This girl was wearing the perfume! It was true. All the servant girls were ordered to wear the magical elixir at all times. It was a cruel joke of the mistress, who felt it would add to her lambs sexual frustration and make them better producers. Tina's smiling face poked in the cell door. "You have two hours. Get showered and make yourself presentable. There is no such thing as being fashionably late here."

The servant unlocked Anne's bra and chastity belt. The extreme sensations in her nipples and clit had abated considerably from the day before. She touched them lightly in reassurance. The wave of pleasure instantly reminding her that they were still susceptible to any teasing applied. Anne made a mental note to be more gentle in the future. The young girl ran a shower for her charge as Anne ate silently. The rejuvenating factors of the meal brought her a new found sense of optimism.

"Perhaps the mistress will realize this is wrong and let me go" she thought. It was a hope that many women before her had come to know as a futile fantasy. Anne like the others was there to stay.

The hot shower water cascaded over her body. She revelled in its caresses as it washed away the weariness of the morning. Her hands roamed over her naked body, each touch massaging the lavender soap into her pores. Her fingers brushed against her shackles, reminding her that she was still helpless. The young girl waited patiently to dry the captive with a warm towel. The girl was gentle and softly patted Anne's breasts and pussy clean.

Seating her charge at the vanity, she helped brush her red hair, and apply whatever makeup the captive wished. What Tina had said was true. Anne had never been so pampered. She was not fooled though. She knew that much like a thoroughbred; with pampering, much work was expected in exchange. Tina appeared at the cell door again. "Are we ready?"

The servant girl bowed her head and walked out silently. She was familiar with Tina's talents and knew that any deviation from her appointed tasks may place her under the handlers torments again. That thought alone was enough to keep any of the servants in line.

Anne hoped the leash would not be necessary. Nonetheless it was snapped in place securely, and she was lead down the hall to the main chamber.

Tina strolled oblivious to the heavy breathing of her captive. The dread of Anne's first day of teasing began to sink in. The couple entered the chamber. It was still early and Anne could see other handlers leading their lambs to various stations. Some captives were already bound upon the equipment.

A proverbial staking out of claims it would appear. Their teasing had yet to begin and many of the other handlers milled around a coffee pot and smoked cigarettes. It was almost comical to Anne and reminded her of any other workplace in the real world.

Here and there servant girls stocked the tables with fresh pint jars and sponges. All were silent to any pleas coming from the bound victims.

Not out of indifference, but out of fear of retribution. It was clear that no girl here was safe from becoming another lamb. The servants knew from experience that periodically one of them would be pulled from the ranks, bound and teased unmercifully, for no other reason than to keep the others on their toes. It was a system that bred loyalty out of fear. And it worked.

From the reactions of the other handlers, Anne could tell that Tina held some seniority in the dungeon. Tina always had first pick of the stations.

The other handlers were eager to assist her whenever she wished. They would come to her if they had any questions or wanted advice on new methods to tease their lambs. Tina was an expert in erotic torture, and Anne belonged to her.

Tina led Anne to the center of the huge dungeon. Before her lay a thin wooden table. The table was fixed on an axis which allowed it to be tilted and turned to the whims of the handler. Next to the morbid contraption lay a basket containing many long strips of white cloth, an empty bottle and a strange looking clear funnel device. Tina ordered Ann to lay upon the wooden table. She complied. The small funnel device was set against her shaven pussy and taped in place. It had a small tube that jutted out at an angle. Her ankles were locked together and her arms were strapped to her sides. Tina took a long strip of the white cloth and began to wind it around and around Anne's legs, pulling tightly at each revolution.

"You'll like this one hun. We call it the mummies revenge!" Her laughter echoing as more and more strips were applied to Anne's naked body. Tighter and tighter the long strips were wrapped. Encasing her body, holding it immobile. Anne was breathing very hard as Tina's efforts approached her breasts.

The wrapping continued undaunted. Tina's practiced methods swirling the cloth ever tighter, ever more confining. She made sure Anne's breasts were spared the bandaging leaving them open and vulnerable. The cloth was tight at the base of each tit and her nipples responded in kind. She could see them becoming rock hard. Her areolas puffing. The tingling coming back as strong as the day of her capture. Save for her head, the captive lay completely encircled in white cloth. She starred up into the face of her handler which flushed from the exertion. "I think for your first time I'll gag you. I need to concentrate and your begging will only distract me."

The rubber of the gag slid easily between Anne's teeth. The thin straps of leather were buckled behind her head and the final wrappings commenced.

Anne squirmed helplessly as the last few bandages encompassed her face.

Tina normally covered the captives eyes for this torment. But for a first timer she found it more fun to let them witness their torment. A foam pad was placed under Anne's head, raising it so that she could stare directly at her breasts. With the push of a button she heard a small motor hum.

The table began to tilt upright.

As the table continued to rise Anne could see a full length mirror had been wheeled into position before her. She stared at the mummy in the reflection.

Unrecognizable. Bare breasts open to all. So tight that even the slightest movement was prevented. She also noticed the small clear tube of the funnel protruding from her pussy. "I'll be right back hun" Tina grinned "I just have to get a few things and then we'll begin. Don't go anywhere now!"

Anne was left alone with her thoughts and the reflection of the helpless victim in the mirror. Observing the room Anne watched as other girls were bound in various fashions. She could see one station directly across from her, where a raven haired beauty was being suspended by chains. Spreader bars at her ankles and wrists. Fascination gripped Anne as she saw the handler apply tiny weighted clamps to the slaves nipples. The bound girl squealed in ecstasy from the procedure. Her hands making fists in compensation for the pressure on her sensitive buds. Anne starred back at her reflection.

She saw a pleading look in the eyes and wondered if the mummy in the mirror knew the answer.

Tina returned and placed a small bottle of baby oil on the table. Sliding a tall stool in front of Anne, she sat so that her shoulders were equal with her captives breasts. "I guess the only advice I can give you hun is to not fight the treatment. However, that is almost impossible." Her words were direct as she poured some oil in her palms and worked them together.

"You'll find that I prefer simplicity in my style. It is far more rewarding, and my lambs can endure more teasing than the others." Tina began to slowly rub a fine layer of oil onto Anne's tits. At once she began to respond.

The feelings were exquisite. A light tickling sensation. Deft fingers caressing every inch of her breasts, paying particular attention to the engorged nipples. Her breathing increasing, Anne could only helplessly watch as the fingers swirled around and around. Barely touching, ever teasing. Tina could see the reaction it was having on her lamb. The table creaked from the mummies heavily restricted movements. Anne's eyes fixed on her shiny oil covered orbs, while practiced digits pinched and toyed each nipple.

She tried to struggle. Anything to compensate for the torture. But it was no use. Every stroke brought the most erotic pleasures. Every pinch sending wave after wave of electric bliss to her clit. The tormenters soft hands cupped her enlarged areolas making the tiniest of massaging circles.

Every tiny shifting of muscle pushing the slave closer and closer to the brink of sexual madness. Within moments Anne was at the point of climax.

Her mind betraying her body. Each nerve yearning in vain for release. Unable to cross over unable to relax. Her moans, muffled by the gag, became louder and more forceful. Her squeals blending as one with the other bound victims.

A symphony of lust as all were coaxed and teased to orgasmic frenzy. She knew if the gag were not in place she would be begging. Offering anything and everything she owned for one brief moment of release. If she could only struggle. If she could only move. Even a few inches would be welcomed.

Anne was so aware of the pleasure yet bound so tight that every synapse in her brain became transfixed on the teasing. She felt herself lubricating furiously. Her clit straining for attention. The fluid collecting in the funnel. Drop by precious drop making its way from within the bindings down the tiny tube. What seemed like an eternity of rapture was in actuality only a few minutes. Tina placed a collecting jar at the tip of the spout and promptly went back to her task. The captives nipples still as sensitive as when the ordeal began. Nonchalantly the tickling continued. Time was on the side of the handler, and her patience knew no bounds.

At the thirty minute mark Anne's head was spinning. The feelings never receding, never progressing. The jar now held enough of her lubrications, that she could hear the unique sound of each tiny drop as it fell. Anne tried to will herself into unconsciousness. She knew if she could only concentrate she might be able to pull it off. But the teasing caresses continued unabated. Each flick of Tina's fingers denied her victim any other thoughts but of pleasure. There would be no escape, physical or mental.

She could only endure. A thin line of saliva dripped through the gag and down Anne's jaw. Her head in a fog as the teasing ceased. It had been an hour and a half. The jar held almost a quarter cup of the valuable fluid.

Tina stretched before carefully removing the jar. She handed it to one of the servant girls and opened a bottle of water. Looking into Anne's eyes, she smiled. "Break time!"

The wrappings came off much faster than they were applied. The bandages were moist and Anne's body was covered in sweat from the session. The gag was removed, still shiny from her passion filled moans. Slowly her body returned from the brink of climax to a state of normalcy. Tina sat her lamb on the stool. Anne drank deep from the bottle, her body screaming for hydration.

"Now that wasn't so bad was it? Take twenty and we'll get you ready for station two. Lets see if we get as good a result from your clit as we did from your nipples." Tina stroked Anne's hair gently. Anne could only whisper a faint plea. "pleaseeee"

What should have been twenty minutes of relaxation was in fact a torment unto itself. Anne's ears were assaulted by the constant cries and passion drenched wails coming from the other stations. Each moan filled her with dread for what lay in store for her naked body. She had only undergone one treatment and her exhaustion was such that any replay would be hell.

How on earth could she endure another two? Tina was aware of the feelings that filled her lamb. It was a story repeated often in the dungeon. After many months of training she knew the limits of extreme stimulation the female body could endure. She could bend it to her will and push it to the very brink. Every lamb she had inducted thought they couldn't take any more. This was natural after their first teasing. It was Tina's job to prove them wrong, and she had a perfect record to back her efforts. Anne's head hung low as the leash was attached once again. Oh that she could only have a few more moments of rest. Her body felt drained and weak. But it was not to be. Strong arms coaxed her from the stool.

"Let's go hun. You still have a busy day ahead of you." Tina barked and pulled the captive along.

The lamb was lead across the chamber passing numerous stations. Eyes of victims beckoned from every angle. Eyes that begged for help.

Eyes that looked at her with knowing sympathy of a common fate. From the mouths of these same victims came strange noises and labored breaths. Their handlers paying no attention to the passing couple. The steady drone of vibrators engaged in teasing wet secreting pussies their only concern.

A long padded table lay before her with many rings and chains decorating the edges. Affixed at the head of the macabre platform was a heavy metal winch. Anne beheld the device and a chill ran over her. Tina indicated for her lamb to sit at the foot of the table and lay back. Anne was too weak not to comply. The leather padding warmed to her naked flesh as she stared at the fluorescent lights above. It was an effort not to doze off.

Were it not for Tina preparing her body for this session she might have.

Heavy leather straps were buckled around Anne's thighs. Another very thick strap was placed around her waist and cinched tight. Her body pressed deeper into the padding. Thus rendering the captives pelvis completely immobile.

Anne's arms were still unfettered. She reached to adjust the strap to a more comfortable position before being rebuked by a sharp slap on her ass.

"Do not move again!" Tina warned. Anne put her arms back above her head instantly and lay motionless to the binding.

A chain coming from the winch was clipped to the manacles on Anne's wrists. She closed her eyes and listened to the clicking of the mechanism.

Each turn of the crank pulling her arms tighter and higher towards the head of the table. The tension was great. Still another turn was made.

She thought that any more revolutions would pull her arms out of her shoulders.

Tina knew better. Anne's legs were now the only part of her body able to move in any fashion and she kicked furiously in a vain effort to release the pressure. Tina greeted this false hope by clipping Anne's ankles to the thigh straps. The bondage was completed by chaining the thigh straps to her waist. Quickly Tina produced a three foot spreader bar and neatly pulled Anne's knees apart. Cool air exhilarated the wet lips of her vagina.

The reactions from her clit were instantaneous.

Being bound in this fashion left the victim in a strange predicament.

The only act of defiance possible would be the curling of toes and fingers.

Tina chirped "No gag this time my dear. Every lamb has her own sweet song and I'm dying to hear yours." Two servant girls came by to admire Tina's handiwork. Anne could see the lust in their eyes as they gazed upon her naked bound body. Thighs pulled up and apart. Breasts vulnerable and helpless.

Her shiny wet pussy accessible to whatever devious torture Tina had in mind. She would not have long to wait. Fresh batteries were placed in a long vibrating wand. Its thin tip made from the softest rubber. A device designed to entice the clit to exquisite heights of rapture. Anne shuddered and listened to her tormenter adjust the speeds from a loud uncontrollable throbbing to a soft gentle hum. Winking playfully at the servant girls, Tina knelt between her victims thighs. Anne braced, each breath increasing in anticipation. The tip of the wand lightly danced over the swollen clit.

The servant girls took a step back from the shock of Anne's passionate scream. Her body strained at the leather straps. Her ankles testing the strength of the thigh bindings to breaking point as wave after wave of exhilaration washed over her pussy.

Even though little movement was possible, Tina noted with amusement the slight bucking of her victims hips. Tina was warmed by each loud moan and squeal as she swirled the tiny tip of the wand around the ever moistening lips of Anne's vagina; Occasionally letting it glide towards her ass, keeping the vibrations soft as it tickled and teased her most private regions. She had to be very careful with this ordeal. She didn't want her captive to cheat the wand by passing out.

Pulling at her bindings like a mad woman, Anne was rocketed instantly to the point of climax. Once again to her horror, the feeling would not progress or recede. Tina laughed at each frenzied orgasmic cry that escaped Anne's lips. The wand acting as a conductors baton to the erotic concerto that echoed through the chamber. Her clit pulsating and throbbing for more and more pleasure. An insatiable starving bud begging to be sated. The wand buzzed on, ever eager to satisfy its appetite.

Lubrications trickled freely from her sensitive petals. The aroma sweet, the vibrations churning them into a delicate cream. Every nerve in her pussy sending messages over and over that it was time to cum. Still the orgasm came not. Tina held the wand firmly against her lambs clit with one hand while she deftly inserted the sponge. It swelled almost immediately, causing Tina to repeat the process over and over as the stream continued unabated. The servant girls stood ready. Taking turns as the handler tossed the sponges aside. Each sponge was squeezed into a collecting jar. The level rising steadily in proportion to the captives moans of ecstasy.

With agonizing patience the minutes clicked by. The wand acting as an evil metronome to the naked struggling girl bound helplessly to the table. Within forty five minutes the jar had reached the required amount of fluid and the two girls silently carried it away for processing. Tina knew she could stop the torment at any time but the temptation to push the envelope was too strong. There was a mischievous streak to Tina, and it was time to exercise it. Taking a strip of duct tape, she placed the tip of the wand directly over Anne's clit and secured it in place. Her victim struggled and begged furiously as Tina lit a cigarette and walked away.

The soft hum of the wand becoming more distant with each step.

Anne's eyes opened to the familiar surroundings of her cell. She lay clad in the chastity belt and bra once again. The servant girl gingerly soothed her head with a cool wet washcloth as Tina stood in the doorway.

"I don't know what came over me!" she joked "I must have lost all track of time. I couldn't have been gone for more than an hour but when I came back, you were unconscious!" An evil grin crossed Tina's lips. "Consider it an exercise in domination hun. Just a lesson on who is really in control.

But consider the plus side; you only had to endure two stations today.

We'll go for the whole three tomorrow."

She coldly looked at the servant girl. "Make her comfortable. Feed her well. I'm relying on you to make sure she is fit for a full session in the morning!" The girl nodded as Tina walked away. The sounds of her stiletto heels echoing down the corridor.

Anne looked plaintively into the face of her servant. She could see in her eyes the common thread of a shared sense of fate. It bound the two together like nothing ever could. Her hand reached for the girls cheek, neatly manicured nails tracing minute patterns against the soft tanned skin. The girls hand cupped over Anne's with romantic tenderness, her delicate fingers coaxing the erotic moment further. They both knew in their hearts that this time, their desires would not remain unanswered. Their bodies met in loving embrace. The aroma of the delicate perfume enticing their senses, driving the frenzied hunger of the moment higher and higher. Anne surrendered completely to the delectations as their lips touched. A euphoria of uncontrollable passion. They both needed each other, if only to feel whole for the briefest of moments. Anne's hands roamed over the girls body.

It felt good to be able to give pleasure again. Not just as the meaningless toy of another, but an equal participant sharing in the erotic delights of a lovers caress. The kiss was long. Two tongues swirling together in a dance of sensuality.

Fingers clasped in mutual devotion. The tenderness and beauty of female skin pressed to another's was enchantment unto itself.

Anne's fingers roamed between the girls legs. She could feel the exquisite wetness of her pussy. With loving patience she delicately slipped two fingers inside, palm pressed firmly against her lovers tender clit. The reaction was immediate, their breath coming faster and faster, yet neither making any movements to terminate the erotic kiss. With the chastity belt and bra denying any sensations to Anne from her lovers caresses; the girl had to resign herself to eager playful touches on the rest of her body. Even such trepid sensations were nirvana to the captive. She could feel the young girls hardened nipples press into her shoulders; The effects generating sweet moans of unhindered pleasure deep into Anne's mouth. Their lips parted.

The young girl was unable to hide her desires as she lay her lover back upon the pillows. Their sweat covered bodies lustfully yearning for more.

Their thoughts were as one. Words no longer required or wished for. The beauty of their motions were enough to satisfy any longings or passions.

Anne enjoyed the warmth of the bedding as the girl straddled her face.

The delicate wet flower of her beloved pussy brought within tongue reach.

Ecstasy such as this Anne had never known. Her tongue swirled over the ever moistening petals. Her lips parting, gently sucking on the tiny throbbing clit. Rhythmic gyrations of her lovers pleasure cascaded through the girl with each tender lick. Anne had never tasted of pussy, and any negative feelings she may have harbored evaporated at once. The girls hips bucked as she climaxed, her head thrown back in sensual exhilaration from the orgasm that ripped through her young body.

The two lovers lay entwined on the soft sheets. Anne already asleep, breathing soft and contented, her head upon the girls shoulder. The servant wished she were able to give her lover an orgasm as well. But she knew that even if the belt and bra were removed it would still not be possible.

Such injustice could not be. The most tender lover she had known lay next to her. A beautiful woman who had fully offered herself for no other reason than to please, yet powerless to enjoy the same. The servant knew what she had to do, even at the cost of her own peril. It would be dangerous, but whatever penalties awaited would be worth the cost of granting her lover one exquisite moment of relief. Thankfully the young girl was on good terms with the keeper of the antidote. She closed her eyes and listened to Anne's gentle breathing, whispering a silent promise to the Gods that she would use every means at her disposal to acquire some.

The servant concocted a plan as the night wore on. She held her new lover tight and let the warmth of their bodies sooth away all their fears. The minutes ticked by, the stroking of her fingers on Anne's hair becoming slower and slower. Then in her turn, she too fell fast asleep.

END- CHAPTER #1

COPY WRITE: Dangermouse 2003

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