Upstairs From The Dungeon 02

This is Whore's first scene upstairs that I wrote. It is a rape fantasy, so if that bothers you, PLEASE do not read on. I know it's not for everyone, that's why I am warning you now. I want people to enjoy reading my stories, not be triggered or re-traumatized.

Everyone in this scene is over 18. This is not an actual rape scene. It was a consensual scene set up by the slave and her client before hand.

If this bothers you, or is not your cup of bog water, please move on.

I am putting extra space between my divider and my text so if someone is bothered, they will not see any of it before they can hit the back button

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Whore sprawled out on the soft mattress, enjoying the feel of the sheets on her skin. She wondered what clients she would have this evening, and what roles she would play.

The door opened and an angry looking man came in, slamming the door behind her. In his hands were rope, a gag and a large knife.

Whore breathed in as the man regarded her, waiting to see what would happen. Master wasn't stupid to think that someone wouldn't actually try to kill his slaves, and set up an emergency system. There were many buttons throughout the room, but using one needlessly would mean severe punishment.

"Listen, bitch, I am going to rape you. If I don't believe that you think that, I will actually hurt you. Get me?"

"Yes, Sir." Whore relaxed, knowing that the man was simply playing. She got a surprised look on her face and glanced toward the bathroom door as an escape route. After another breath, the slave started toward the door, seeing the man react and reach for her.

Whore was quick, and didn't have much beside her collar to grab to hold and she slipped just out of his reach, heading to her safe space. A hand grabbed her ankle, loosening before getting a better grasp and started to pull the girl toward him.

Knowing her collar was off due to the room, she screeched for her life, begging anyone to come save her. Her free foot came and kicked at the man's hands holding her other one. She kicked and kicked trying to free herself screaming for help.

"Help!!!" she pleaded. "Help! He's going to rape me! Help me please!" she implored.

"Shut up, bitch!" the man tugged her closer, releasing her foot to get a better grasp. Whore moved quickly, pulling her limbs out of his reach, trying to make it away before he could find another handhold.

As hard she she tried, the man grabbed her leg again, the second grabbing her arm that was being flailed at him.

Now closer to the man, he used his weight to keep her leg in place as he grabbed her other arm, knife now visible to her in the fight.

"No! Please no. Don't do this, please. I beg you!" Whore pleaded with the man who slapped her across the face.

"Shut up bitch, or I will flay you open." he threatened. He grabbed her hair, twisting it painfully as soon as she tried to move.

"Please no, don't do this. Please!" Whore continued to plead as the man unfastened his pants revealing a throbbing hard cock.

"You are going to enjoy this, I promise." he told her, a sadistic smile on his face. He tugged her hair, turning her over on her stomach, still holding her down.

Whore started to cry, her situation becoming to the slave. Tears in her eyes she continued to plead and beg for him not to do this. She hadn't done anything to him, and to please, let her go.

The man's knife came to Whore's throat, poised dangerously to cut if she protested. Whore continued to sob as she felt the man's cock poise at her ass.

"Sir, please. Don't do this!" she gave one last plead before he buried in her with one thrust. She screeched again, showing pain and increasing her sobs.

Unable to move for fear of the knife cutting her, all Whore could do was endure the assault until he spew liquid into her ass.

Once satisfied, he released her, sitting on the bed. "Thank you."

"Thank you, Sir. I was happy to please you." Whore smiled at him, kneeling on the floor.

"You were very convincing." he told her, seeing her blush and avert her eyes.

"Thank you, Sir. I am happy you were happy. If I preformed well, please tell my Master that the slave you used was satisfactory."

"I will." the man told her. "But I am not finished with you yet. I want to fuck your mouth before I leave."

"Oh, yes, Sir. That would be amazing." Whore told him, using the words her Master had taught her. Any failure would mean harsh punishment to her, and denial of her privilages.

"You Master said your word was Refrain?"

Whore moaned loudly, climax running through her. She shivered as the tail end left her toes. "Thank you, Sir. I am thrilled I pleased you enough to use my word to reward me."

"Are you really trained like that? If I said it again, Refrain..."

As he asked Whore moaned again, nipples hardening more. "Yes, Sir. Every time you say it, Sir."

The man regarded the slave, his cock hard again after watching her. He dragged her to him, thrusting his cock in her mouth. She took the direction and worked to once again please then man in her room/

Ten minutes later he was gathering his things and packing out of the room, Whore watching him leave. Smiling he turned his head back. "Refrain."

Whore shuddered as the door closed behind him. No matter how many times someone said her word, she always wished for one more. She rode out the pleasant tingling as she rose to clean up for her next client.