"I had so many questions. Some I may find out. Some I won't. Why me? Where am I? What do I have to do to get to the main dungeon rooms? Where do the dominatrixes sleep? What are they going to do to me? Will I survive? Who was driving the van these women got out of? Will my life ever be the same again?" These were the questions that I had 5 months prior. Back then it was December the 20th and now it is the 10th of May.
I had spent all 4 and a half months in the stony, cold room which I can only imagine was what used to be a cellar, a castle cellar most likely due to it's unrealistic, gigantic and industrial size.
Christmas was... unusual. (Unsurprisingly it was very different to any virgin me had known before!) Mistress Rosa and Goddess Liza gave me constant routines and exercises. Along with a few sessions of just plain torturing me!
I had heard nothing from the outside world. Much less from Sophie, I must admit, although I thought about her every day, and saw her in my mind every day, I had rarely dreamed of her and now I could barely remember what her voice sounded like or her smell, but her beautiful face was tattooed on my mind and I saw her every time I thought about her.
Rosa had been more inclined to come and use me for her entertainment and for my pain, I suppose as owner of the abode that I had found myself in, Goddess Liza was less inclined to spend time with the less experienced slaves such as myself. Of course she had come in from time to time to assist Mistress Rosa in her torturous regimes, but unless she was necessary I barely saw her. In fact, since Christmas Eve, I have only seen her twice. This would be the third.
Here was my predicament. I was locked in a cage that was 2 feet high and 3.6 feet in length. I was forced into a kneeling position and the 2 adjustable bars were placed high and low. The first one pushed my buttocks up to the top of the cage and the front one pushed my shoulders down forcefully to the floor, my head was sticking through the bars, unable to move forwards or back, only up and down, which was next to impossible with my shoulders being forced to the ground.
Inside my boi pussy was an anchor butt plug. The type that is put in then twisted and opens up when it is inside. My cock cage was small and tight, my balls were as full as they'd ever been. I only had that one cum that was forced out of me by my two captors. Finally I had a gag that felt like it had a cock being forced towards my throat.
Mistress Rosa and Goddess Liza walked into the stone room, Mistress Rosa looked absolutely stunning. She had long purple hair that dropped down her shoulders she looked like a model in her black lingerie and knee-high lace tights. Goddess Liza, wore leathery latex that showed off all her curves in a beautiful, empowering way. Her blond hair dropped to her shoulder but no further, she had shocking red lipstick on. Her latex showed off her busts in a way that nothing else could, the latex squeezed the breasts against her gorgeous body.
"Oh I like it Rosa, he's already in the bowing pose!" Goddess Liza said, she looked around "I like what you've done to the place!" She mentioned the many photographs of the shots that Mistress Rosa had taken during her sessions with me. Many had her sat on my back, holding me in a choking grip in which I looked in pain, some of them were just pictures of me modelling the gear she had put me in, or forced me to wear, there was actually one of me in the very pose I was put in as they entered the room.
"You'll be pleased with what I have done with our slut too!" Mistress Rosa said, she pulled the irons up out of the cage, releasing my neck and head, then she removed the poles that were forcing me in the bow pose.
"Out!" Mistress Rosa ordered as I crawled out, she spiked my balls with her nails as I crawled past her. I grunted as she hit them