When Eve had taken the house over, her parents had talked at length with Alice and her about all the fancy things one could make out of the cellar. A small gym, an office, or even a walk-in wardrobe. They'd listened to it all, nodding and smiling along, already having made their own plans. Plans that required a lot less work than any of the suggestions and would also be a lot more fun.
Calling it a room was almost an overstatement. It was barely more than a sealed off hole in the ground. The walls were made of naked bricks and the floor was loam. Alice and Eve did the bare minimum when it came to cleaning, only making sure that no pests or mold would settle in, but leaving the dirt and grime mostly untouched. If not for the one light bulb one could've taken the cellar for a medieval dungeon. An impression that was only helped by Alice sitting inside it, wearing nothing but heavy manacles that chained her ankles together.
It wasn't the first time she was locked up down there. Also not the second, third or even then twentieth time. The giddy excitement from the first couple of times had settled down a bit, but sitting in this dirty hole never failed to get her in the mood. Only that it was too cold to sit around naked for long. It wasn't exactly freezing, but in order to stay comfortable, Alice had to keep herself moving. The clanking of the chains followed her with every step, another constant reminder of her place. She had no way of telling how long it was since Eve had locked her up, what with there being neither clock nor window, but it had to be an hour at least.
Walking up and down in a tiny room with no sense of time was surprisingly exhausting. In regular intervals Alice would get down on the dirt, hugging her knees, wondering how long Eve would keep her down here and what she'd do to her once she came back. These thoughts didn't keep her warm in the physical sense, but they did keep her wet and excited. It was a vicious circle. Her sticky thighs made her feel even more like a filthy prisoner, getting her even more aroused and in turn more sticky. She was itching to take care of that urge, but as Eve's prisoner she'd lost the rights to even her own body and she was a good girl who didn't take what didn't belong to her.
When Eve finally returned Alice was shivering, although more from anticipation than from the cold. By this point the sorry state she was in had thoroughly seeped into her mind. Her soles had turned black from walking around on the dirty floor and she had grimy smears all over her body from her attempts to make herself comfortable. In the muted, dusty atmosphere of the cellar the wetness between her legs was even more obvious as it glittered in the harsh light of the naked bulb.
"What a disgusting little creature you are," Eve greeted her. She wore her 'warden outfit', a former Halloween costume of the type 'slightly slutty cop' topped off with a belt that was fitted with innumerable eyelets to keep all the tools at hand one might need to subdue a prisoner, starting with handcuffs and a bright red ball gag and ending with crops and floggers.
Alice didn't answer. The moment Eve had entered the room she'd gotten on her knees, hands flat on her thighs. She kept her eyes to the ground as Eve walked over to her.
"Don't try to hide it. Show me your filthy cunt." Eve placed the thankfully flat heel of her boot between Alice's breasts and pushed. Alice barely managed not to crash onto the ground by catching herself on her elbows. Before she had time to make herself somewhat comfortable on the cold floor, Eve was already kicking her thighs. "Open you legs!"
Alice's cheeks burned as she was forced to prostrate herself in the dirt and show off the proof of her depravity. Eve crouched down and grabbed Alice between the legs. Two fingers slid into her soaking pussy. "What are you?"
Alice fought to keep her voice steady as Eve manhandled her. "I'm a filthy slut," she muttered.
Eve grinned. She ripped her fingers out and wiped them on Alice's breasts. "Oh yes, you are. And what do filthy sluts get in this place?"
Alice's stomach clenched. No matter how often Eve made her do it, she'd never get used to debasing herself like that. "They get what they deserve."
"Right." Eve reached to her belt and took the gag. "Do filthy sluts deserve to talk?" Alice shook her head. "What are they supposed to do instead?"
"They... aah." Eve rubbed the gag roughly over Alice's pussy. "I asked you a question, bitch!"
"I'm sorry." Alice gasped. The hard rubber wasn't exactly pleasurable, especially not with how violently Eve used it, but that only made it all the more demeaning. "They are supposed to moan."
"Correct." Eve lifted the soiled gag. "Open up!"
Despite the chilly air Alice was burning up as she let Eve shove the shining ball between her teeth. It was impossible to taste anything except for the foul rubber, but that couldn't erase the knowledge of what Eve had just done with it.
