There was a ring as the elevator opened its door on the dungeon level. A man walked out with a cart with covered dishes on them. Every time he came to deliver a meal, his cock was hard before the elevator got halfway down to the level.
His first delivery was to a female Chase called Whore. She was the oldest slave in his dungeon, and the one he enjoyed using for delivering the food down here. When the girl saw him, she went to her knees, eyes down.
Good morning Whore." he said as he removed a platter from his cart. It was still warm.
"Hello Master Elliott." the girl whispered keeping her eyes from his.
Elliott moved before the slave, shifting the plate to his off hand as he reached for the female with his good hand. She was silent as he groped over her chest, feeling her nipples react to any sort of touch.
"If you can guess what is for breakfast, I will choose another to fuck when I'm done." Elliott offered. Whore sniffed the air, trying to determine what was under the cloche.
"Oatmeal, Master Elliott." Whore guessed. The grin on his face told the slave she had chosen wrong. With a flourish he lifted the lid and revealed scrambled eggs, toast and juice.
"I will be back, Whore. I look forward to fucking you today."
He watched as she resigned herself to her later fate, knowing that the he would make good on his threat. His cock strained as he pictured himself balls deep in her cunt, with nothing she could do.
The second stop was supposed to be a slave named Useless, but she was not in her cell. Not uncommon for Chase to have a slave doing something, Elliott knew he was just supposed to deliver the sustenance and move on. Placing the tray on the floor, just to the left of the door and moved to the next delivery.
Having crossed half of the dungeon, passing many empty cells Elliott came upon the first male slave. Seeing the cart, the male got to his knees, flinching with the effort. This was Chase's first male slave in awhile, named Cocksucker. The male looked like he had been worked over with a whip, but he still knelt and awaited his food. Elliott set the tray down in front of the man and turned without further comment.
The second male slave, Pointless, was also not in his cell, prompting Elliott to leave the tray and move on. His cock was throbbing at the thought of fucking Whore on his way out. The faster he finished, the faster he could be abusing the female slave.
Now finished with the male side, Elliott came back the the back half of the female slave section. Furthest back was a new female slave, he heard named Princess, sat down in the cell, not moving to kneel before him.
