The Dungeon

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real entities, organizations, companies, or legal matters is purely coincidental. All names, institutions, and legal references are entirely fictional and are used for dramatic or narrative effect; they may not accurately reflect real-world legal principles or procedures.

In addition, all characters depicted in any sexual context are 18 years of age or older. Terms such as "little one" and similar nicknames are role-based and used strictly within the fictional dynamics of the story. These expressions should not be misunderstood as implying underage status.

With this in mind, please refrain from commenting on any perceived inconsistencies regarding age or the legal concept of guardianship and ownership within the plot--I am fully aware that, while all characters are 18 or older, and therefore adults, these elements may appear contradictory to the priviliges of being an adult.

This is an erotic work of fantasy--please enjoy it as such. In real life, prioritize consent, safety, and comfort (whatever that looks like for you) in all intimate experiences.

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I walk into my office Monday morning, the well known, sleep deprived, heavy tiredness looming over me as a storm cloud. I place my shoulder bag next to my desk as my phone starts ringing, the classical old school iPhone ring tone filling the room. I look at the caller ID. Jensen. An ex-employee who, at this time, still owes me a shit ton of money for his involvement in a business deal gone sideways. I'd rather not talk about it. Let's just say, the man should be sitting in prison. I offered him not to call the police on him, in return he would wire me the money lost... which he hasn't done... It's been six months.

I hit the accept button and raise the phone to my ear as I walk to the grand window in my office. I've had sex against this window once or twice with my ex, but never have I had the wish to move away from this office -- why? Because of this view. The window is grand, overlooking the skyline of Manhattan. It's my favourite sight, and I could get lost in it.

"Calling to talk money transfer?" I ask without a hey, or a how's it going. He doesn't deserve that with the amount of disrespect he has shown towards me and my company. "Yes and no" is his response. My brows furrow. "What does that mean?" I ask him as I focus on a lady walking her dog. Her ass is so big its visible from here. Wish I was so privileged. "I have a proposition for you" he responds. I turn on my heel and walk back to my deck, slumping down on the very comfortable chair "a proposition? What could you possibly have that i would want instead of 20000 dollars wired to my bank account immediately and to never see you again?" I ask annoyed.

"My daughter"

Theres silence for a bit. That kind of silence that only comes when you are, oh I dont know, shocked? Sur-fucking-prised. "What in the world makes you think I would want your daughter? Do you think this is some kind of dark romance erotica book?" i ask harshly as I lean over the table in front of me "since your little side hustle came to my attention, I thought you would at least think about it?" he asks. A rush goes up my spine "yeah, before I left, I had some time to dig around and I found a little minuscule piece of dirt under your carpet Nadia" he states, cocky as ever. "You like joining a little sex dungeon outside of town? Who is it that runs that, huh?" He asks "if you don't want me to call the police on you, you will take my daughter as payment to your little deviant games and wipe me clean of both charges and debt" he grumbles through the phone. My tongue shoots across my teeth. This is bad. This was supposed to stay a secret "if you ever say anything-" I'm interrupted by Mr. Jensen and in any other occasion I would have roared at the sheer audacity, but I don't have that privilege in this situation.

I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and let my head fall to my hand "fine... but I want to see her first" I state. I swallow slightly "you know the adresse to the dungeon?" i ask him as i stand up "yes, i do" he responds quickly "great, then meet me there at 5 pm, you can hand her over and sign your NDA at the same time" i state and hang up. I grin slightly. That one he didn't think over.

The dungeon. Northwest of Manhattan. It's a sanctuary. A private place for people who want to explore and indulge in their sexual fantasies. And also, a core for prostitutes and other sex workers. The Dungeon frequently serves as the backdrop for deals like the one Vincent Jensen just offered. But it involves extreme secrecy and constant surveillance to do those kinds of deals here. It's extremely illegal, so we take every precaution necessary. Most of the high rank profiles in The Dungeon Association has a name for themselves outside of The Dungeon, making it easier to excuse high payment prices ticking into their NetBank every once in a while. Making a deal through The Dungeon is therefore also more...'official'. It is required that, if an outside deal should be made at The Dungeon, to one of the high profiles of The Association (me, I'm a high profile, Nadia Sederstrom, CEO of a large publishing company based in Manhattan) the one striking the deal, and therefore coming with the price, signs an NDA. A fact that Mr. Vincent Jensen probably wasn't aware of.

I reach the front desk and tell my assistant to clear the rest of my day. She tries to protest, something about an important meeting that already had been cancelled before.

"Place it first thing tomorrow then, I do have to go" I tell her, and she nods with a sigh.

I walk to my Mercedes Benz s-class in the parking lot out front. Using the keyless touch entry I easily slide into the driver's seat. I rarely let others drive me, since I've always had a love for cars. Owning these expensive, glorified boxes of wheels and not driving them myself? Never.

It takes me about 25 minutes to get to The Dungeon in this shitty traffic. I park a block away in a designated area for an apartment I rented, so I would have the parking space without being connected directly to the dungeon. And also, so I would have a place to go with my conquests.

I slide in through the back door like I've done a hundred times before. No cameras out here, obviously, just a key code and a biometric lock. Inside, it's like stepping into a different world--quiet, low-lit, expensive as hell. A far cry from the surrounding area of Manhattan that we are in. The Dungeon isn't some grimy back-alley club; it's polished, calculated, and discreet. People come here to be the person they can't be with their boring ass husband or wife. They come to let lose and... come.

Dark wood floors, black steel accents, heavy velvet curtains that hide the cause of the moans, screams and heavy-duty cracks from whips filling the first few hallways. The lighting is warm, moody. Everything here looks like if sex and money had a baby and decided to keep it clean.

The scent hits me first--leather, candle wax, something floral and that distinct smell of orgasms and bodily fluids.

I walk through the main lounge and people notice. They always do. A few nods, a few smirks. One guy sitting at the bar lifts his glass in my direction.

"Evening, Nadia," he says.

I nod. "Greg."

A sub in latex walks past and whispers something to her Dom, glancing at me as they disappear behind curtain number two. Let them look. Let them wonder. Everyone here's under NDA, and everyone knows it. That's half the reason people come here--because they can be seen without being exposed. The walls have ears, sure, but those ears are paid very well so the mouth connected to said ears stay shut.

A few more greetings follow me as I make my way through. I don't stop. I don't need to. My presence here isn't questioned. I am one of the reasons this place operates at the level it does. High-profile members like me give it credibility. People like Vincent Jensen come to us because they know they'll get what they want--so long as they follow the rules and sign on the dotted line.

My office is tucked in the east wing, down here the sound of pleasure and pain don't follow, and sometimes that is nice. It would be hard to keep from getting horny every fucking time I'm here, if the sounds reached my ears constantly. My office is discreet. Frosted glass, unmarked door, completely soundproof. I tap my code and walk in, grabbing my phone as I go.

I call The Dungeon's attorney, the one we keep on retainer for situations exactly like this.

"Draft an NDA," I say. "One-sided. Vincent Jensen. I want it ready for signature before the meeting."

He doesn't ask questions. He never does.

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My, The Dungeons, attorney is talented. Quick. Efficient. The NDA is fully ready when there's a knock on the door. I nod for the attorney to open the door, and he does. Vincent Jensen and his daughter, a small thing, smaller than me and I'm quite small, steps in. My eyes rake over her. If I were to guess she is 4'9, considering her noticeable but not drastic difference to my 5'0 height.

Yes, a CEO and a boss bitch woman can be 5'0, shut your mental thought if you had it!

The girl, poor thing (not really, i had seen it coming), looks terrified. Her body is curvy, a great pair of tits, that I don't think will fit in my hands, her hair long and blonde with eyes so blue. She is hot as fuck I'll give her that.

The attorney steps forward and places a slim folder on the table in front of Vincent. He doesn't sit. Doesn't need to. I also hadn't expected him to; the man is disrespectful through and through.

"Before we do anything further," he says, tone smooth but detached, "you'll need to sign this NDA. Standard protocol for external dealings within this establishment."

Vincent raises an eyebrow, but the attorney's already flipping the folder open, revealing the document.

"By signing, you agree not to speak of, reference, allude to, or redirect attention toward The Dungeon in any public or private context. That includes media, law enforcement, business channels, and personal conversations--written, spoken, or otherwise. You will not discuss any individuals you see here, any interactions that take place here, or the existence of this facility in any identifiable way."

He pauses for a beat, eyes on Vincent. "Violating this agreement triggers immediate legal response, including but not limited to financial penalties, defamation countersuits, and full disassociation from any prior agreements made here."

Another pause. A slight smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

"If you intend to proceed with your offer, I suggest you pick up the pen."

Vincent looks at me and then the paper, hesitating slightly before he picks up the pen next to it. "What is this dad?" his daughter asks, her voice tiny and frail. Her dad doesn't respond to her. He sighs and places pen to paper, witing his signature on the dotted line. The attorney rips the NDA away to print for Vincent to get a copy with him home "the deal can take place" he states as he looks at me. I nod and stand, walking to his daughter. Vincent turns around and is about to walk out when I stop him "not so quickly Mr. Jensen" I state calmly "I'd like you to stay. Sit. You need to sign a few more documents after all" I state and turn my attention back to the hot one. She, thankfully, has not gotten her father's traits. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Vincent sitting down on a chair reluctantly. Standing closer to her, his daughter, I can sense her breathing is quick and ragged, not at all calm "take a few deep breaths and tell me your name, gorgeous" I state. She hesitates, takes a few deep breaths and looks down to her fidgeting hands "my--my name is Genevieve" she responds. I nod "try again" I state, a little harsher. Her head cocks up, brows furrowed as she looks at me. "Try again, this time you continue to look into my eyes, and you stop fidgeting" I command of her, no room for negotiation in my tone. She gulps down the lump in her throat and continues to look into my eyes as she responds to my earlier question, again. "My name is Genevieve" she says, this time a bit more confident. I smile, "good job, Genevieve" I state. "Now, you just do exactly what I tell you to do, just like you just did, and you and I will become great friends" I say winking at her. She lets a hesitant smile break.

"Take off your clothes, Genevieve" I command, and the smile and confidence on her face leaves, her face going pale, shock clear. She hesitates "what...no, I-" Iinterrupt her by turning to her dad "tell your daughter to do what I say, or the deal is off" I state harshly. Her dad looks up, obviously a bit shaken. Did he not take it seriously when he offered his own flesh and blood to me? What a coward. He looks at his daughter "do what she says, or you will have no home at all" he threatens, and she gasps "dad, what the hell? No!" she exclaims. Her dad shoots up from his chair and comes at her fast "no no no! Ok!" she yelps, flinching and curling in on herself. She reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it off revealing a nice lace bra holding her more than nice tits. She is shaking as she pulls her skirt down, revealing a mismatched set, as her thong is grey and not lacy. She stands there, not moving to continue, so I step back resting on the secure meeting table behind me "continue" I command, and her eyes widen as she looks at me "I just want to see your hot body is all" I tell her like it's the most natural thing in the world. She swallows and reaches her hands behind her back, unhooking the bra and letting it fall. She moves to take off her panties, letting them pool at her feet before stepping out of them. She is shaven, her pussy in clear view. It's a pretty one, her inner flaps hang out slightly and they are a nice shade of dark pink. She tries to hide herself. A hand at her tits and one at her pussy when she realizes I'm ogling her.

I take her clothes and drop them on the table behind me before I step closer to her and grab her tits without warning. She yelps. "mmmhmm...nice pair" I comment "you a virgin?" I ask. She looks at me shocked, wide eyed like a deer in head lights. She nods and I smile "good" I state. I let a hand travel to her pussy and plunge in between her folds. She tries to step back but I secure her with a hand on her hip. I touch her for a bit until she gets wet. Well, that was easy. I get my fingers soaking and lick them off. she tastes divine, sweet and salty all at the same time.

I walk around her to stand behind her. Shit her ass is amazing. I turn her to her dad "daddy, look at your precious daughter" I state. She gasps and tries to cover herself, but I grab her hands "dad!" I shout and he cocks his head up. I let my hands travel around her body and to those tits again. His eyes follow my every move as I pull at her nipples "yeah, continue to focus on what I'm doing to her" I state.

I feel Genevieve's body start to get warmer and damp, her breathing quickening with angst. It turns me on seeing her father sit there and watch me molest his daughter.

I let my hand dip to her pussy. It's even more wet now than what it was before "oh...oh she is turned on" I mumble. I start rubbing on her clit and she arches and squirms "stop trying to get away little one, I can feel you like it" I state and plunge a finger into her cunt. She gasps and moans which sends a shockwave of heat to my own core. I pump my finger in and out of her in a fast motion, the wetness of her causes the sounds of her pussy to fill the room. I do the 'come here' motion, gracing her clit from the inside and her legs almost buckle. I let my lips meet her neck, searching for the spot that is her weak spot. I find it quite quickly, it's close to my own location just under the ear. She whimpers and groans and tries to grab at my hand "no! Let me fucking use that cunt until you come slut, let go of my hand" I command of her, and she does so in a mix of fear and pleasure. The best cocktail, in my opinion.

I press her forwards towards her daddy "sit on the table little one, legs spread". She hesitates "i'm not going to ask you again" I state and that makes her move and do what I say. I go to my knees right in front of her "make sure you look at us Mr. Jensen" I state "if you don't, the deal is off" I add right before I press my mouth to her pussy, immediately sucking in her clit. She gasps and arches, pushing her pussy further into my face. I let my arms go around her and place my hands on her hips as I lap at the sweet smooth folds between her legs. She moans despite her protests, and I let my tongue go into her pussy hole and up to her clit before I take a hand to her cunt, letting two finger pump into her, stretching her out. I can only imagine the pressure and pleasure she feels. Her cunt is tight, and it almost presses my fingers out on many occasions, but I just pump them back in that bit harder. Her legs start to shake as I continue to give both her pussy hole and her clit the attention they deserve. I let my hand from her hip go to one of her tits, pulling at her nipple. I'm rewarded with a high, intense whimper that falls into a moan "im-" she whines. I smile "ask me if you can come, slut" I say between my sucking. I feel her pussy react. She looks down at me, eyes wild and wide "ask me if you can come in front of your daddy, slut" I tell her again. She hesitates and whimpers, grinding against me "if you come without asking there will be serious consequences, bitch. Do what I say" I command of her, tone harsh. I see the internal struggle. It's obvious on her face. I love it. The breaking her in to be mine. My plaything. My toy. And I can't wait for her to do this exact thing to me -- I wonder if she would be any good at it.

To my surprise she doesn't need much more threatening before she all but begs; "can I come in front of daddy?" she asks and I smile "add a little please on there you good girl" I tell her and pump harder to get her closer to the edge that she will fall off shortly. "please...can I come in front of daddy, please?" she says, her tone breathy and wavering. I smile "come for us, slut" I command. "Let it all out, every little fucking drop" I tell her as I pump even faster, the pace starting to make my arm ache.

"aaah, oh oh mygod" she moans loudly as her pussy clenches even more around me. God damn she is tight. Going to have to use a dildo on her to break her in. "yes, come on my hand" I command loudly, and it makes her shake. She soaks my hand, and her moans fill the room

Ah ah, ooooh fuck...shiiit, it feels.....wow.....aaaahaha

She slumps back onto the table when she is done, fully used. I smile and pull my hand from her pussy. My hand is soaked and there's a small string of wetness following my hand from her pussy until my hand gets too far away and the liquid snaps and falls. I grab some more wetness from her, almost scooping it out of her before i step around her and to her dad.

"Here" I state and hold out my hand to him. He looks at it confused "lick it" I smirk, and the shocked face I get from his is priceless. Theres a minute of hesitation but when I don't move to walk away, he slowly leans forward and take my fingers in his mouth, lapping at the wetness of his own daughter. I will orgasm loud and proud to the thought of this moment later....with his daughter's mouth on my pussy.

"Good...now, I would love for you to sign this" i state and place a contract on the table next to his naked, spent daughter "It states that I am now the sole legal guardian of your daughter and that she is, effectively, under my full authority. It also confirms that I may not, under any circumstance, use your actions against you or demand repayment" i tell him pausing for a bit as i look at him "unless the terms of the NDA are violated." I explain. He nods softly, stands and grabs the pen again, this time quickly writing his signature, like he doesn't have to think it over -- or he doesn't want to have time to think it over. As he stands up it is extremely obvious that the little show before has had its effect on him, as bulge is growing in his pants. I grin.