A dungeon is a torment or pleasure depending on your point of view.
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Thomas looked from one slave to the other. It was impossible to tell which one had cum first and he had promised to punish the one who failed. He watched them fidgeting and squirming in the after glow of an orgasm, trying to decide.
Kelly sat fidgeting on the Sybian machine, with the phallus still inside her, waiting for permission to lift her body free of it. It wasn't moving anymore but after intensive training she responded to anything inside her, becoming aroused even at the thought of being filled.
Brandi was whimpering with each trembling movement of her legs that were threatening to give way. The skin tight rubber pants still held the inflated dildos tight inside both vagina and bottom. With every movement the dildos stimulated deeply both orifices keeping her aroused. She hadn't been trained thoroughly enough yet to trust her obedience and so was still shackled.
With a smile lighting his face Thomas made his decision. They would both be whipped. "You have both enjoyed yourselves so now payment is due. No pleasure without pain my slaves," he told them.
Obediently Kelly stood facing the wall griping onto two ring bolts; there was no need chaining an obedient submissive slave. He held the whip handle to her lips and she kissed it yet again demonstrating subservience. Brandi was so distracted by the dildos working her holes she kissed the whip too without complaint.
Thomas swung the leather cat of nine tails over Kelly's ass. He was pleased with the sound of the thwack. The tails spread out leaving both cheeks red without marking them too much. Thomas didn't want to leave permanent marks on property being prepared for sale.
"Thank you master, for punishing me," Kelly intoned.
He turned on Brandi but all she did was wail. "What do you say slave? Have you forgotten your training?" he asked. There had to be some leeway for a novice but this was a good opportunity to emphasise that disobedience earned a punishment.
He slashed heavily at her legs then across her breasts. Both legs trembled, sending quivers of pleasure, or torture, through her body from the large rubber phalluses imbedded deep inside.
Brandi had her eyes closed tight. She imagined she could see the black rubber torture instruments flexing up and down in both orifices with every movement she made. They rubbed tight inside, melded to every surface sending wave upon wave of diabolical tingling sensations directly into her mind. Unable to take the pain or stand much more movement she gave in.
"Thank you master for punishing me," she croaked, with a quavering voice.
A few more strokes to each of their red bottoms satisfied him. He was particularly pleased with the attempted rebellion from the new slave. It wasn't a true test as she was so stoked up from the orgasm, and the torment of those blow-up phalluses inside, she had given in too easily.
He looked at his watch seeing it was time to attend to business. A slave had been sold and he needed to supervise its delivery.
***
Brandi was beginning to feel relieved at being locked in her cage, partly from having the dildos removed and partly from escaping that bastard Thomas. She missed the point that accepting this as her cage was a sign of conforming; just another step on the road to becoming a slave. Her mind was still in a whirl from the assault of pain and pleasure, mixing the two into one sexual experience.
She rested on the blanket with legs held wide open trying to relieve the soreness from those dreadful dildos. In the dim light she could see Kelly. Her friend was sleeping or at least dozing. She looked across at the door but it was no good. Even if she could get out of the cage it was barred and locked from the outside. Earlier she heard with dread the ominous sounds of clanking locks.
The cowed blonde she had seen at John's dungeon party had been sold and was being shipped to a new master. Thomas had taken pleasure in reminding them it would soon be their fate too. Brandi remembered someone at the party telling her about the poor woman. She borrowed money from Thomas and couldn't pay it back so he had taken her as a slave.
It wouldn't have been so bad for someone into this scene but must have been a terrible shock for her. She wouldn't have known what she was getting into. He had broken her into a completely docile pet unable to think for herself. After Thomas's intensive training the poor thing merely lived to pleasure a man. Brandi hoped the slave had at least been bought by a responsible master.
Brandi thought of her own life to come. Would she too spend the rest of her days as nothing more than some mans pleasure toy? Perhaps it would be better to be like Kelly, to adjust her mind and accept fate, rather than fight it. It seemed the training would be effective however much she resisted so why prolong the ordeal.
***
Brandi awoke with a start on hearing the bolts grating on the steel door. The turmoil in her mind hadn't been settled by a short nap. Without windows, hours or days could pass without a reference to the outside world. How long had she been there and how long would this torture last?
Brandi watched Kelly scramble out of her cage to stand against the wall. Brandi joined her and they were shackled together. At a signal from him Kelly and Brandi shuffled to a small room.
It was a wet room but they weren't allowed to turn on the shower. Thomas unhooked a power hose and turned the lever halfway. Brandi cowered as a shaft of cold water hosed her down.
"Stand up straight slave!" Thomas barked at her.
As ordered she turned with Kelly in a little dance of steps trying to keep her balance. When they both faced away from him he said. "Bend over."
Brandi felt all the more disgraced as he hosed them down like dirty pigs in a sty. The cold water stung her flesh especially where she had been whipped. It was some small consolation to have the encrusted mixture of cum and sweat hosed from between her legs.
The rubber shorts had been effective but left her feeling nasty and filthy. The spray of water played over her body reaching into every crevice. It was refreshing and invigorating but when he played the spray between her legs it began to stoke her up. It seemed that almost any touch to her sex would turn her on.
Brandi gritted her teeth in anger when he aimed the jet of cold water at her pussy managing to hit her nipples too. The ogre was toying with them, having fun humiliating his slaves.
"Your clean on the outside so now the insides," Thomas announced with a wicked grin.
Brandi almost growled at him with an open look of disdain. He released her from Kelly but still shackled in his dungeon she had to remind herself to behave.
"This is an interesting device. Had it made especially for dirty little slave girls. Want to make sure they are sent out cleansed for their new owners," he boasted.
Kelly stood to attention ready to obey whereas Brandi wanted to run away and curl up in her cage. It was easy to guess what torture was next and she quaked at the idea of it. The machine looked appalling.
"Sit on it slave," he told Brandi.
She couldn't move but stood shaking uncontrollably. It wasn't a shiver from the cold water but the thought of what was to happen next. It looked similar to the stool Kelly had sat upon earlier with more dire prospects. When he hefted the whip she defiantly raised her chin with a hard look upon her face.
Instead he turned on Kelly and she yelped as the whip slashed over her breasts. Kelly looked at her with such doleful eyes Brandi quickly responded. "Yes, Master," she stammered. Stepping up to the machine as ordered saved Kelly another lash of the whip.
If she didn't lubricate the prongs he would just force her down on them. It was agonising having to prepare the damn instrument that would be used against her. It was as though she were conniving in her own torture.
He was watching her grease her pussy and asshole. The smile on his face was so damnably infuriating! Easing herself into the saddle like seat she manoeuvred the rubber prongs into her body.
He clipped the wrist cuffs onto the handle bars and ankle cuffs onto stirrups. If she hadn't been naked it would look as though she were in a gym on an ordinary exercise bike. It was about to exercise her body in a most personal and devastating way with no escape from the hellish machine.
He stood there adjusting the settings glancing up at her with a knowing smile on his face. "Some of my clients visit the dungeon just to use this machine on a slave. Slave might become used to it before being sold," he goaded her.
The casual tone of voice was infuriating. Brandi wanted to tell him to get on with it; to do his worst. In this dungeon that would have been an unwise request. She felt a slight vibration as the machine came to life.
A jet of warm water squirted up her bottom with another into her pussy. She soon felt as though it were filling her to bursting point. It felt as though a washing machine was working away inside, swirling sudsy water around in both private places. Already sensitive she felt every movement of the water as her holes were being relentlessly expanded and stimulated.
The machine reversed its cycle sucking everything out in a combined douche and enema. In dismay she realised there was a rinse cycle when feeling it starting all over again. The hideous thing was sensitising her pussy and ass! It was terrible to feel her body being stoked up by this disgusting machine.
