In The Dungeon Princess

This is the newest in the slave stories in Chase's dungeon. It is the one directly after her choice was made.

Again, everyone is over 18. If this isn't your cup of bog water. Move on.

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The girl, now named Princess, sat in her cell. She waited, kneeling, for either Sir or Master to give her instructions. Sir had told her to be a good girl, and she wanted to be if not her herself, but for him.

"Hello, Princess." came a voice, making her back straighten. Not entirely looking up, but looking further at the ground before her she saw the polished dress shoes standing outside the door of her cell. "I like the way that collar looks on you. A little more refinement and I'll have one ready for everyone else."

"Hello Master. she spoke and felt a tingling on her neck. Her hands flew up to the collar trying to identify the source.

"That is a warning. You are not required to maintain the silence that my slaves do here, yet, but that is to advise you to keep the noise to a minimum." the man she called Master explained. Nathaniel had told her his name is Chase and he ran a strict dungeon.

"Yes, Master." her voice was noticeably quieter rewarding her with no sensation on her neck. Chase took a step into her cell, reaching a hand out to her.

"That's better, Princess." he praised her, hands cupping her breast. She closed her eyes at the gentle touch, taking the reward he offered. "Good girl."

The words had the effect of taking the warmth straight to her cunt. She lived for the praise, doing whatever she could to earn it.

Chase continued to caress her breast, pulling up on it slightly to get her to stand. Quickly she got to her feet, standing perfectly still as his explorations continued. His fingers ran over her nipple one at a time before coming together in a pinch.

She moaned in her mind, loving the sensation but remembering his command to keep silent. His hand continued to rub one breast before going to her other one and repeating the process.

"I am told you like the pain." Chase commented as his hand strayed from her breasts down her stomach to her cunt. A sharp intake of breath sounded in the small cell as he started to manipulate her cunt.

"Yes, Master." Princess breathed as his fingers danced over her clit, playing her like a harp.

"I have always wanted to play with someone who craved my pain." Chase explained as he continued to work Princess over. He knew, as Nathaniel had told him, that Princess screamed her pleasure. He wanted to see if she could be broken of that, and her collar was the best tool he knew...and he enjoyed watching his slaves suffer the shock torture for disobedience. "If you crave it now, I will have you grovelling for it within a year. You will beg me to come beat you black and blue everyday and lick my shoes to have me fuck you."

Princess's breathing was erratic as Chase continued to pleasure her with his fingers. Nathaniel had his word that would make the woman lose control, he needed his own. Each of his slaves had a word, one that would make them convulse in pleasure, that might come up in a long conversation, but not always. He loved watching them losing control at random times to remind them who owned them.

A long breath came from Princess's mouth, trying to be a quiet moan. She remained where he had made her stand, accepting his treatment, riding her own feelings to pleasure. She rose and rose, nearly going over the top. Just as she was about to crest, his hand retreated.

"Aaahhhhhh..." she complained as she struggled to continue on her own. Her collar tingled, warning her.

"Until later, Princess." he told her as he crossed the threshold of her cell. He reached into his pants pocket, waiting. Princess's hands crept to her crotch, trying to relieve her desire. As soon as it was clear that was what she intended, the tingle in her collar started. They retreated, but started again after a few minutes only to rebuffed by her collar.

Keeping his eye on the new acquisition he moved to the cell of his newest female slave. She scrambled to her knees as her Master crossed into her cell. Showing the older slave the remote he pushed a button.

"I expect them to hear you upstairs, Worthless." Chase commanded her. The female nodded. Chase saw Princess trying to turn and hide from him and he tapped the button to her collar. The female whose cell he was in flinched, expecting a shock for no reason other than to amuse her Master. "Refrain."

Worthless felt a rush of sensations wash over her. From start of pleasure to a grand wave overcame her and, now freed from her cruel collar, she screamed joy as she was able to fully experience the effect of release without having to keep silent. Her breath came in gasps and her Master showed her the remote and it sobered her back to how she knew she had to act.

Without another word Chase turned and left her cell, leaving her to compose herself. He traveled to his second slave's cell, walking in and seeing the female react in the same way.

"Same for you, Useless. I want them to hear you upstairs." Chase told the slave. Again he received a nod, but no again no words. "Return."

The second female, like the first reveled in the fact that her Master wasn't not being cruel at this moment. He was allowing them the pleasure he so often denied, even though they knew it was to torture the newest member to the dungeon. But, being here as long as she had, Useless knew to take all things 'in the moment' because Chase could easily change his mind. Useless's scream echoed louder than Worthless's, trying to outdo the other slave to gain favour. She shook as she was overcome with pleasure.

As soon as she saw Chase's hand travel to the remote, she clamped her mouth shut on the noise, not wanting to trigger the shock collar. As with the first female, Chase simply walked out of the cell, not concerned his property would disobey.

He could see that his third slave, called simply Whore, waited on the ground for him, seeing what he had been doing with the other two. She was his oldest slave, nearly two hundred years, but still he worked to keep her guessing.

As he entered her cell, she moved forward to meet him and kiss his shoes. He reached down and grabbed her hair, bringing her to her feet. She didn't resist or make noise knowing that her Master would do whatever he wanted, no matter how she protested. In fact if she resisted, he could be even more cruel.

When Whore was on her feet, Chase dropped his pants, pushing the female against the bars and bottomed out in her cunt without a word. His hips thrust hers against the metal bars, putting one between her legs rubbing her cunt. He was not gentle, he was not kind as he thrust into her smacking her face on the metal. His hand came around and squeezed her breast, pinching her nipple between two fingers as she panted. The females had grown accustomed to taking pleasure from whatever their Master did to them, knowing that if not, it could be long periods between special words.

"Good Whore." he said as she thrust back at him, driving his cock further into her. "If I don't think they hear you upstairs, you will spend three nights in the club. "Respond."

Whore took a deep breath as the feeling built at a rapid pace. Her cunt was stimulated by the metal bars and her Master still grabbed her breast roughly. As she screamed wave and wave washed over her, sending her convulsing on her Master's cock.

"Respond." came her Master's voice once again. After all the time she had been his slave, her body was very well trained. Hear the word, react as expected. And twice in one session. Her scream sounded again as she was overcome with pleasure. Silently she begged her Master to speak again. "Respond."

After the fourth word her breathing was coming in gasps, unable to level out between words. If her Master spoke once more, she would likely pass out. He pushed her against the bars, spinning her by the grasp on her breast and pushed her to her knees. Knowing what was coming Whore opened her mouth and felt him thrust all the way in with one stroke. The head of his cock pummeled her throat as she waited and let him use her.

She breathed in large gulps of air as he pulled back, trying to keep her head from becoming too light-headed from lack of oxygen. Finally he grabbed her head, thrusting his cock into her throat and holding her there as he exploded in her throat. She quickly swallowed, not wanting to be choked by the liquid. The head of his cock replaced the liquid, cutting off her breath.

Finally she passed out, he let her slump to the floor unconscious as he released her, leaving her cell without so much as a glance back.

Having visited each of his female slaves, he returned to the newest edition. She was miserable, he could see, and desperate to climax. Chase shook his head. His fellow thrall had trained a sex slave, been generous with releases and lax with discipline.

Chase intended to change that, at least in his presence.

"If you even think of touching yourself, anything done to you so far will seem like a daydream. I am not as lax as my friend and if you remain here, you must learn to accept that."

"Yes Ma..." she started and was jolted by a shock at her throat. It was intense, sharp and exceedingly painful. The suddenness of it prompted another shout, which prompted another shock.

After three such jolts Chase made a gesture of removing a remote from his pants and pushing a button. At the fourth shout of surprise he saw her flinch, but look scared with the fourth shock didn't come.

"I do not require your approval. I do not even require you to have a voice.. Any noise above a whisper will activate your collar, and as you saw it can be a relentless cycle. I found it teaches faster than I ever could. Because you are not my slave, your collar is only set to fifty percent power. To remind rather than harm."

Princess flinched as Chases's finger pressed a button, not knowing if it was her collar. From across the dungeon Worthless let out an ear-piercing scream, even Princess knew was far more than she experienced. She heard sobs coming from the other girl's cell. Pained sobs that she couldn't control.

"Silence, Worthless or it will happen again." Chase spoke quietly and Madeline heard the noise immediately cease. "My friend has been very lax with you, but as you are his, that's his prerogative. I have my requests for now, but trust that if he asks me to condition you, I will find great pleasure in it.

Princess opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it and just nodded. She received a nod of approval from Chase. As he moved out of her cell, Worthless let out a sob again, which activated her collar once more.

Chase marched across the dungeon, his eyes flashing with anger, to Worthless's cell. Picking her up by her hair he smacked her across the cheeks over and over again. Sobs racked her as Chase abused her until he threw her to the ground, landing a kick on her stomach.

"Up!" He demanded. She started to rise, but not fast enough. He grabbed her hair, yanking. "Do not move."

The female trembled in her spot, but didn't move another muscle. Her Master was furious and she was going to pay. He went to the cabinet outside her cell, retrieving a gag and returning to her. In his hand was a cock gag at least eleven inches long. It was meant to go into her mouth to silence any noise she might make. Since it was so long, it forced her to breathe through her nose, the large plastic cock blocking all access to her throat.

"Open." came Chase's next command. Immediately Worthless opened her mouth allowing him to thrust the gag into her throat. It fastened behind her head making it impossible to remove, but she knew if she touched it, he had far worse instruments in his toybox. "Apparently you need a refresher on how to remain silent, that your mouth was only good for one thing."

She hung her head as he berated her, knowing that anything she did was likely to send him further into anger because there was a new slave in the dungeon.

"Useless, here." he shouted. The called female sprinted to the edge of Worthless's cell, unable to go further without being shocked unconscious. No slave was allowed in another's cell. "You have done well. Get prepared for the second floor."

The female hurried back to her cell, grabbing a bar of soap and moving to the communal shower. The second floor was good, the fifth floor was horrible.

On the second, there was a room where kind people could come in and use her. There would be multiple climax's and gentle touches as the people who came in didn't realize what she endured outside of that room.

The fifth floor was Chase's workshop where he tinkered with things to make their lives harder. As he told Nathaniel, there was a prototype fucking machine that pummeled the slaves roughly as he worked out the problems. To make matters worse, he regularly used their words to make them climax around the machine and forcing them to enjoy the treatment. He was also working on electric nipple clamps, cunt clamps and canes, whips and other instruments used for beating them.

The water in the showers was cold, only extreme good behavior allowed them the chance to be warm while they bathed. The soap was designed to keep their skin soft, but not feeling good to use. Once clean she shut off the water and toweled off using rough towels. As well as getting dry, the rough fabric turned her skin a nice shade of pink.

Useless sprayed some sweet perfume between her breasts and on her inner thighs before returning to her Master to show her preparations.

She found him in his office, tinkering. She paused at the door, knowing that at times there was a proximity shock in his space. Kneeling down at the threshold and waited for him to notice her.

Chase knew the moment his slave came within twenty feet of him thanks to a vibration in this master remote. This told him the location of each one wearing a collar of his, and allowed him to administer either a shock or a sedative through the device.

"Come, Useless." he bade the female at his door. She rose and moved the ten yards to kneel once again at his feet. "That is acceptable. You will service me to assure you are ready for this evening."

She immediately moved to his pants, taking his cock out and running her tongue lovingly over it. Useless worked her best to please her Master before going upstairs to her duty. She wanted nothing more than to please her Master and receive his praise.

Ten minutes later Chase climaxed and Useless eagerly lapped up every drop, prostrating herself on the floor to await his judgement.

"I am pleased, Useless. Your noise collar will be shut off this evening. However, ranging where you shouldn't will still bring my wrath." he told her, receiving a nod. "Go now. Return to me at dawn."

"Thank you Lord and Master." the girl replied, now assured she would not be punished for making noise.

Chase watched his slave go, a quick step taking her to an evening of being fucked, but endless pleasure. It had been awhile since it had been allowed into the pleasure room. Being the middle slave got her overlooked more than she should be. Whore was oldest and better at all the tasks and Worthless was just learning giving Chase ample opportunity to abuse her.

And Chase so enjoyed it. The sex was secondary to abusing, harming and humiliating the slaves. He thrived on it, and spent his free time devising new ways to accomplish it.