The Dungeon Pt 02 1

The next morning started differently to the last. I woke to the sight of Sam sat on my bed with a tray of breakfast for me. He had pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast. It looked delicious. He gave me a weak smile as he saw my happiness to the food laid out in front of me. "Help yourself beautiful." He said with a smile.

I smiled ear to ear and responded "thank you sir, it looks delicious!" I began eating and he joined me. As soon as we'd finished eating I took the dishes over to the 'kitchen' area in my room.

I heard him walk up behind me and I felt his hands reach around and he undid the tie of my robe... he pulled it off of my shoulders and let the robe fall down to my feet. He planted a gentle kiss on my shoulder, and used his hand to gently turn my face so I was looking at him. "Come." That one word sent tingles through my entire body.

"With your permission of course, sir." I joked. I followed him to the bed and stood in front of him, awaiting my next command.

He took my hand in his firm grip and led me onto the bed. With a smirk, he secured a soft, silky blindfold over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. The sudden loss of sight heightened my other senses, making his every touch feel more intense, more electric.

With practiced ease, he secured my wrists to the bedframe, ensuring that I was open and vulnerable to his whims. The cool metal of the handcuffs sent a thrill through me, making me shiver with excitement. He whispered in my ear, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "You're mine," he said, "and I'm going to make sure you feel everything."

I could hear him moving around the room, the soft pad of his feet on the floor. When he returned his attention to me, his touch was firm, he left nothing to the imagination in regards to whom was in control. He began to tie soft, silky ropes around my ankles, securing them to the bedposts. The feeling of being bound was exhilarating, it made my heart race.

Once I was fully restrained, he stepped back, assumingly to admire his handiwork. He reached into the drawer beside the bed, the smell of leather filled my nose. I felt the soft caress of a flogger against my skin.

The first strike was a surprise, it sent a sting through my body. He began to build a rhythm, alternating the intensity and speed of his strikes, leaving me gasping and pulling against the restraint of the ropes, and cuffs. My body responded to his every touch, my skin came alive with sensation.

As the pain grew, so did my arousal, the line between pleasure and pain blurring into a delicious haze. He knew just how far to push me, when to ease off and let me catch my breath, and when to push harder, sending me spiralling closer to the edge of my climax.

When he finally decided it was time, he leaned over me, his body pressing against mine as he whispered into my ear "beg for it, ask permission, tell me what you want."

"I want you sir, all of you. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fill me, I want to come for you. Please." He didn't need words to respond to my beg. He reached between my legs, finding my wetness and using it to lubricate the tip of his cock. With one swift movement, he entered me, filling me completely.

The feeling of being so fully claimed by him was indescribable. He began to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate, matching the tempo of the flogging. The combination of pain and pleasure was exquisite, a combination of sensations that had me begging for more.

After around 5 minutes of his slow invasion of my pussy I was unable to hold back any longer, he unleashed a flurry of strikes that sent me hurtling over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me like a wave, leaving me shaking and breathless. He followed soon after, his own release filling me up.

As we lay there, bound together in the aftermath of our passion, he removed the blindfold and handcuffs. He gathered me into his arms, holding me tightly for just a moment.

"That was beautiful, almost passionate." He said through his gasping for breath. "What are you doing to me?" He cupped my cheeks in his hands.

"Taming you, sir." I smiled into his hands. "What are you doing to me. You keep managing to make me feel that I'm here upon my own free will." I said this In a mocking tone.

He smiled "maybe you're just realising that you actually do want to be here with me." I thought about this for a moment until his voice tore me away from my thoughts. "I will be gone all day today, I have work to do. Important work." He said with an almost worried look in his eye. "You're safe here. I will see you this evening. If I am home early enough. Rest, you'll need it for what I have planned the next time I see you." He gently kissed me on the forehead.

"Is everything okay sir? You look frightened" I asked, genuinely concerned. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

He smiled a small smile "no, thank you baby girl. Just rest. There's just some trouble at work, nothing that I cant handle. But don't worry, my work ensures that I can protect you."

I just smiled shyly, got up from the bed, and walked over to the bath. I turned the bath on and threw in a bath bomb. He walked over to me and kissed me passionately, then turned and left. I felt a sense of sadness every time he left me there alone. I finished drawing up my bath and climbed in. I had a good soak, and when I got out I went and lay on the bed.

I decided to give him another show on the cameras, one that he could watch when he returned. I looked up at the camera and sure enough it was flashing. I leant over to the bedside table and pulled out the purple vibrator that he had bought for me.

My fingers danced over my body, tracing the contours of my skin. I caressed my neck, my breasts, my stomach, and finally, I arrived at the joining of my thighs. I teased my clit with the pad of my thumb, feeling it swell and harden beneath my touch. My breath grew shallow and erratic as I allowed myself to sink deeper into the sensation, imagining my masters eyes on me, watching every move I made. I stared deep into the camera, as if I was staring straight into Sam's eyes.

I picked up the vibrator, I turned it on to a low setting, letting the gentle hum fill the quiet room. I placed it against my clit, the vibrations resonating through my core. My hips began to rock in a slow, rhythmic motion, matching the tempo of the toy. My eyes closed involuntarily, but in my mind, I saw him, his strong hands guiding me, his firm voice whispering commands that I craved to follow.

I grew wetter with each stroke of the vibrator on my clit, my arousal coating my fingers and the soft fabric of the toy. I knew he would want to see all of me, so I spread my legs wider, giving the camera a clear view of my most private moments. I slipped a finger inside, feeling the warmth and tightness that awaited his touch. The vibrator continued its dance, and I added another finger, mimicking the way he would fill me so completely.

The sensations grew more intense, my breathing turned to gasps, and my moans grew louder. The tension built within me, coiling tighter and tighter, until it felt like I was on the brink of something unbearable.

My hand moved faster, I increased the vibrators intensity as I approached my orgasm. My body arched off the bed, my toes curling, and my fingers clutched at the sheets. I whispered his name, a silent plea for his presence, and I entered my orgasm.

Just as I had finished up, I heard the door open. My body hoped that it was Sam, I hoped that he saw my display for him. But it wasn't, it was a tall, thin man. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He looked scattery, like he was worried. He was holding a tray with a strawberry milkshake. "Uh, hi. I'm Alan, I work for Sam. He said that your favourite was strawberry. He told me to bring this whilst he was gone." His eyes darted around the room, he looked stunned when he saw the camera flashing on the wall. "Anyways. This is for you... enjoy." He placed it on the counter and swiftly left.

I stood from the bed and put my robe back on, and collected myself. Why would he allow someone to come in whilst I'm naked. Why wouldn't he knock. My thoughts were racing. I picked up the milkshake and thought about how nice it was for Sam to send this. But I didn't tell him about my favourite anything... how did he know. I drank the milkshake quickly, and soon began getting dizzy, I was seing double. I felt like I was falling out of consciousness. I lay myself back onto the bed, hoping that I'd sleep it off.

I awoke from what seemed like the longest sleep that I had ever had. I felt refreshed. Like I was on top of the world. Although, this awakening was different to any other that I had encountered. I couldn't see anything, my eyes were covered with, what felt like, a silk cloth. My hands were bound above my head, not together. I could feel my inner thigh already running with my juices. I was excited for whatever was to come. How was I this turned on already?

There was someone else in the room with me, I could hear their footsteps. "Uh, Sam... I mean, Sir. Is that you?" I muttered. My voice echoed across the room. "Is anybody there?" I couldn't tell whether I was alone or someone was here with me. Is this the plan that Sam had for me when he returned?

It was at this point that I realised that my ankles were also bound, not together, my legs were spread apart, and I was stood up. I leaned back as best as I could and the feeling of a cold metal sent a shock down my back. This was a strange sensation, but the cold instantly made me wetter than before.

I just stood for a moment more, listening. Just listening to see if any sound was familiar. I heard the same footsteps again, this time accompanied by a second set of footsteps. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment at the thought of a stranger watching me, staring at my naked body as I was held captive, for show. Suddenly my embarrassment turned into desire, as I tried to hear the whispers that were Suddenly happening in front of me. One of them sounded familiar.

"Sir, is that you. May I please see you." I moaned. I began to hear one set of the footsteps coming closer to me, the other left the room. The thought of Sam being near my body made me shiver with excitement. The footsteps stopped right in front of me. I could feel his breath on my neck. He trailed kisses from my neck down toward my nipples. He paid special attention to each with his tongue, giving each a quick suck, lick, kiss, and then a gentle blow on each. Quickly they were hard as bullets. I heard his footsteps start again. He circled me, only once, growling his appreciation. He returned to the front of me and began kissing at my neck, his fingers wandering and quickly finding my clit. He began aggressively circling my clit with his thumb.

I got a long whiff of his aftershave. This wasn't Sam. But boy did it feel so good. "This isn't my master. Where is my master?" I moaned, as his hand continued rubbing my clit. I heard his chuckle, it was deep.

"By this feeling, I'd say you're not bothered who is fucking you." I could hear his laugh beneath his words "so this is where he keeps his whore then, I bet the bastard told you you'd be safe here?" He kept moving his fingers on my clit. "I'll show you the type of man he isn't."

"Please stop. You'll never be the man he is, he wouldn't have to do this to a woman to get hard." I regretted the words as they left my mouth. I felt a hard smack across my face.

"Bitch, didn't your master teach you to respect your dominants. I thought you'd be a good slut considering the lengths he's gone through to keep you safe." He said this whilst fixating his fingers back onto my clit.

"You'll never be my dominant. You're nobody." He made me regret these words too as his hand again hit the side of my face with a force that I'd never felt.

He continued fingering me, he was moving so slowly and deliberately. As I felt myself getting wetter, his touch grew more insistent, his fingers moving in and out of my pussy with increasing speed and intensity. I could feel the heat of his body against mine and the sound of his breathing grew heavier as he enjoyed the control he had over me. I knew this wasn't Sam, but I couldn't stop my body from responding. "See, you can be a good little slut."

He then took it to the next level, he undid my ankle restraints and lifted me up, as if i weighed nothing, and positioned me above his hard cock. He rubbed the tip of his stiff cock against my pussy before pushing it inside of me. I gasped as I felt the entire length of his cock enter me. All i could think is he's not Sam, what will happen if Sam finds out. I began kicking with all of my might, trying to push him off of me "You're not my master, I am not here to please you." I screamed, hoping that Sam would hear and take mercy on me.

I heard the thud as he'd lost his balance and fell to the ground. He quickly stood back up and regained his composure. I suddenly felt a sharp pain across my face. He hit me, again, it felt like my eye had been knocked out of its socket. I felt the blood begin running again. His hit was quickly followed by a second. And then a punch to my stomach. "Still feel like fighting me, bitch?" His tone was harsh, his words sharp. I didn't have the strength to fight back anymore.

He re-positioned me over his, now even harder, cock. He began fucking me, starting with shallow thrusts that grew deeper and more forceful as he found his rhythm. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure, and pain throughout my entire body, making me moan and also cry.

He pretended to be attentive to my needs, be began whispering dirty words into my ear and occasionally pausing to kiss my neck. My body involuntarily responded to his every touch, my muscles tightening around his cock. The restraints allowed him to have complete control of my entire body. He seemed to relish in this. He acted as if I wanted this. As if it was a passionate act.

As his pace quickened, I felt myself approaching my orgasm, this angered me. My breath grew ragged and my body began to tremble as I tried to hold back the inevitable. But he was relentless, his strokes growing more powerful as he drove me closer and closer to the edge. I tried to fight him off again, I used all of my strength, I begged him to stop. But he wouldn't.

I could no longer contain the wave of pleasure that crashed over my body. I came hard, my muscles tightening around his cock as I was swept away by the intensity of my orgasm. He followed suit shortly after, his own release filled me up as he groaned in satisfaction. He began to put me back down and I kicked and kicked out, again and again. I suddenly felt a sharp blow to my stomach once again. His hand suddenly around my throat and squeezing until I couldn't breathe. He ripped the silk material from my face. He looked at me hungrily. I could feel the blood dripping down my face from his earlier assaults, mixing with the tears running down my cheeks now too. My stomach was throbbing, my eye burning. I couldn't breathe. I could feel the blood draining from my head. I thought he would kill me.

"Hmm, you hanging here... beaten, used, dripping in my cum. That seems like a fitting bit of fucking revenge for your *master*." His tone almost mocking the mere word. The door suddenly came crashing in,

"Boss, we have to go, he's back." His eyes never left mine.

"Alan, what are you doing? What was in that milkshake?" I begged through my pain. "Why are you doing this?"

I could feel myself slipping into unconsciousness. "Jason, we have to go." Alan, had come over and pulled his boss away. They left the room running. And left me here. Stuck. Alone.

I awoke again to the sound of Sam's voice, he wasn't in the room, but the camera was flashing again. "What the fuck." He sounded furious. "Who the fuck got to her." He screamed. "Find whoever did this, and kill them." His voice disappeared.

The door swung open not 2 minutes later and he rushed over to me, there was a woman with him, I'd never seen her before. He stood before me and undid my hands from the restraints and picked me up effortlessly, as i collapsed helplessly into his arms. He walked me over to the bed and put me down. He turned to the other woman "Please, Claire, make sure she's OK. Come and find me when you're done and I'll come back." His voice was trembling, I couldn't tell if this was from anger or fear. He walked out of the room. Claire turned to me.

"Ellie, I'm Claire. I'm a doctor. I'm going to make sure you're OK." Her voice was faint. "Ellie, Ellie, can you hear me?"

I felt myself slip away. I could finally rest.

Hours must have passed and I woke to Sam sitting next to me, holding my hand, his eyes looked red. There were around 5 men stood outside the room. We weren't in the dungeon. Where are we? What happened? So many questions circled my mind.

Whatever had happened, I was sure this wasn't the end.