The Pits of Depravity

The Pits of Depravity

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This story is not part of a series, but it is the first volume in what I hope will be a tetralogy. In later volumes the science fiction element will be much more prominent. Obviously, it would be equally at home in the "BDSM" or the "Noncon" categories, but we have to choose one.

Chapter One - Admission

The Pits of Depravity were not called that officially. The discreet sign at the entrance to the car park said "Heilbron Laboratories," but some visitors called it "Sinners' Paradise," and others preferred "The Holes," which was less explicit. Admission was strictly by invitation only. Newcomers were recommended by one or more existing members, and were vetted with great care. Pretexts were found to test them for a infectious and contagious diseases, and their online accounts and devices were hacked and ransacked to discover anything illegal. Extensive debts were a disqualification, or anything that would cause unwelcome authorities to come searching for them.

Christobell was a candidate because she was a rich widow, left alone at only twenty-four as a result of her rich husband's passion for rock-climbing. She was twenty-five when she was "spotted" by a boyfriend who, although in most respects unsuitable, discovered her interest in BDSM, and knew that her efforts to find a like-minded partner had met with only sporadic success.

Her problem was that she craved both long-term bondage and ruthless sexual exploitation, preferably by multiple partners at once or in quick succession. She had no interest in role-playing games, but wanted an experience that was real, with no hope of escape or release before the designated date and time. The Pits were open to both dominants and submissives, and she was clearly the latter.

She was not told of the existence of the establishment until her vetting was complete. That was done by enrolling her in a programme that ostensibly monitored her health and provided a range of dietary supplements and immunizations. Unknown to her, she was treated to improve her libido and her tolerance for bondage, and to suppress her gag reflex and vulnerability to tickling and itches.

Then she was sent an invitation to visit over a bank holiday weekend- Friday to Tuesday- with access to an online brochure that disappeared after an hour. There was an assurance that she would suffer no "lasting" damage, but she had to accept that she would be put to sexual use by the membership, numbers unspecified. Discretion was guaranteed, and there would be no charge as she was a first-time submissive. If she decided to return, there would be a membership fee which she could easily afford.

She would, of course, be expected to sign a non-disclosure agreement, any breach of which would have very serious consequences. No photography or recording of any kind was permitted. She found it all very vague: all she knew was that she would agree to be tied up and ravished over several days. It seemed dangerous, but it was what she had wanted all her adult life, so she signalled her agreement, and in due course was sent her joining instructions.

It was made clear to her that only members of six months standing were told the location. She would be collected from her home by a Hymer motorhome with frosted windows, and the driver would remain in his place. She should come completely empty handed. She would need no money or cards, or her mobile phone, or even a watch. They knew she needed no prescription or proprietary medicines. She should wear a short, simple and inexpensive dress, a pair of sandals, and nothing else at all.

On the day, she dithered and dallied until the very last minute, for it was a huge and dangerous step to take. She knew, however, that she would not get many chances to live the kind of life that she wanted, and everything about the offer seemed genuine. The short-lived boyfriend who had nominated her had seemed reliable, honest and solicitous of her welfare. He would have lasted longer had he not insisted on untying her before they went to sleep. She spent some time choosing a suitable dress, but when the motorhome pulled up at her door she walked purposefully out of her house and into hit, hearing the lock click as she closed the door behind her.

The journey took no more than ninety minutes, and Christobell has no idea where they went. Nor did she see the outside of the establishment. It appeared to be a redundant and repurposed storage and distribution centre for frozen food, but the insulation and the masses of rock that had kept it cold now helped to keep it very warm and humid. Much of it was a network of old mines and natural caverns, some them enlarged or cleared of rubble.

There was a windowless and featureless building as well, covering the entrance, and it served as offices and a huge garage where members could leave their vehicles. In the old days trucks could load and leave without exposing their cargoes to the summer sun. Now newcomers like Christobell could come and go without a glimpse of the outside world.

They did not come and go with their hands free, however. As soon as the Hymer stopped, the door opened and a young white man entered, wearing nothing but a loincloth. He was holding a single piece of thin rope; the ends gathered to prevent fraying. "Good afternoon, Miss Christobell," he said politely. Would you please turn your back to me and give me your hands?"

She had expected to be bound, if not quite so soon, so it never occurred to her to refuse. She was surprised, however, to see that the man was collared, and that his ankles were hobbled with cuffs and a length of chain. "Aren't you a submissive?" she asked. "Why are you tying me up?"

"Miss Christobell, I've been coming here for two years, so I'm trained to perform certain tasks for the dominants. I enjoy using rope, as you can see."

He had done it with such skill, crossing her wrists and winding the rope both horizontally and vertical, that she knew that she would not get loose, nor would her circulation be blocked. It was now very apparent that he liked his work. His loincloth was bulging, and she half expected to see his erection pop out between the folds. He seemed untroubled, bidding her to follow him and setting out across a wide expanse of tarmac with a few parked vehicles, mainly cars and small vans.

He helped her down the step, for although she been tied up before she had never walked more than a few steps in a bedroom. Doubtless her lovers had noticed how, with her wrists bound behind her, her generous bust was pushed forward, but she had never looked in the mirror. Now, as she felt her nipples pressing and rubbing against the fabric of her dress, she was much more aware of the effect that a single piece of rope could have.

She was also becoming aware of the effects of not having her arms available to balance her as she walked. She felt clumsy and found it difficult to keep to a straight line. Fortunately, her escort could not walk too quickly, being limited to short strides, so there was no risk of losing her balance. After two or three minutes they entered the mouth of a very large cave, walking alongside an old tramway track, and almost immediately they turned off into an office; a chipboard structure, but well-finished inside. Christobell and the young man sat side by side in front of a desk, at which sat a much older man with a distinct air of authority. At times his attention seemed to wander and he caught his breath, or sighed, and the obvious conclusion was that he had a woman under the desk, sucking his cock.

"Christobell, it's my job to welcome you to the Pits, and to warn you of the gravity of the step you are taking," he said, a little pompously. "In this little community, there is no limit to the depths of moral turpitude, of depravity, of sexual incontinence, that you will encounter. You still have time to back out. If you do, you will never here from us again, although we cannot speak for other groups of slavers."

There was definitely a threat there. If she went home now, she would soon find herself chained in a dungeon, waiting to be sold, probably, to some foreign brothel. She had already given up all hope of turning back, and she told the man that she was willing to continue.

"Good", he said, and to the young male, "Take her next door, Boy, and fit her with proper restraints. Then she can go to the first pit. 'Christobell' is a silly name. We'll call her 'Labia', for the time being. I think the name's free at the moment."

The door to the next room was enclosed in a short metal tunnel, like those that are sometimes installed to detect metal or harmful objects, and Labia felt a moment of dizziness that passed as soon as she was aware of it. She had no means of knowing it, but at that moment she had left the Earth. The cave system was aligned to the entrance, but the underground scenery was completely different. There was no detectable difference in the gravity. Small adjustments were made to the atmosphere to ensure that visitors from Earth did not feel any different.

Chapter Two - Into the Pits

Working very efficiently, Boy fitted her with a complete set of five irons on her wrists, ankles and throat. The ankle cuffs were joined, like his, with about fourteen inches of chain, and her wrists were locked behind her back. She noticed that he was meticulous about security, so her hobble chain was locked to a staple in the floor before the rope was removed from her wrists. The collar had heavy rings both in front and behind.

Back in the cave, a crude open carriage was waiting for them on the tramline. It was powered by a male slave, naked and cock-caged, who at on a saddle at the front and pedalled, his arms folded behind his back. The vehicle rattled noisily as it progressed, but it moved at a respectable speed and soon could see that they were catching up with a larger wagon that held half a dozen people. Before they could come close enough to make out details, however, they turned off to the left, into a narrower passage with less headroom.

She was sitting opposite her escort, who now stood up, holding the sides of their flimsy carriage. "Find my cock," he told her. "Suck it, but don't make me cum. I'm not allowed another ejaculation until this evening."

She was not used to such frank talk, but she had come to submit. She was just surprised that she was expected to submit to another submissive. She bent forward and started to explore his loincloth, which turned out to be, as she suspected, just a narrow strip of material wound several times around his waist and thighs. When she had it partially unravelled she pulled it down from the top with her teeth, wincing as his erection suddenly popped out and hit her in the eye.

Then she hooked herself onto it and started blowing him. With her wrists behind her back she was very handicapped, for her normal method was address only the

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and the upper part of the shaft with her mouth, and to pump the lower part more vigorously with her hands. The only male who had previously made her fellate him while in bondage had seized her head and used it as if he was masturbating, forcing her to deep-throat him whether she liked it or not. He had cum quickly, but that was, apparently, not allowed.

Labia could not help wondering which of them, or both, would be punished if he did cum in her mouth. The thought that it might be her was enough to make her careful, because if she was to be whipped she wanted it to be by a real alpha male or a true bull dyke, not a callow youth who should have been grovelling at her feet, begging her master to make her touch him. She suspected that the traction-male who was pedalling their carriage was more of a real man, if only because he needed to be kept caged.

She quickly settled into a gentle rhythm that seemed to satisfy her escort without threatening an eruption, and she began to realize that they were going a long way underground. The passages through which they passed became narrower, lower and more winding, with more water dripping from the roofs. At one point they stopped in a passing loop while two carriages, both empty except for the pedalling slaves, went the other way. The seemed to be working hard despite being so lightly loaded, and Labia realized that her carriage was on a slight but continuous downward incline.

She thought that they were now in a disused mine, driven very deep into a hillside. There was another passing loop before they arrived at their destination, and two empty vehicles passed them, and one that was occupied by two collared submissives, one male and one female. They were probably more escorts, for their wrists were free. Then, with their own traction-slave seeming barely winded, they passed through a doorway to reach their destination.

***

The underground complex was massive. What no-one yet knew was that it was a relic of an ice age during which a planet-bound and now-extinct civilization had burrowed deep into the ground to escape the howling storms and constant blizzards on the surface. In the darkest depths was a group of caverns, each of which contained a dry circular pit, varying in size but all very large, with the biggest being about thirty yards in diameter. Opinion varied as to whether they were natural, or had been dug out laboriously for some industrial process. If the latter, it must have been something that justified unfathomable amounts of manual labour.

Tests did not reveal any dangerous residues, so work began to convert them into very specialized environments. Over about twenty years they gradually developed into the "pits of depravity" into which Labia was now being introduced. The tram stopped in a kind of ante-room; very plush with wall hangings of silks and Persian rugs, with the track set into a thick carpet. It was not immediately obvious that the floor incorporated a turntable, and the young man urged her out of the carriage and pressed a button to operate it.

He was going back with the vehicle, she was going through the only other doorway, which was closed only by a curtain. He waited unto she was gone, stuffing his erection back into his loincloth, and she smiled at him as she walked through the curtain, onto to fall a few feet into some very soft, thick foam, which she could not see because it was almost dark. Then hands were grasping her arms and legs, while hands were tearing her dress from her body, so she was naked within half a minute. Then the first bodies were pressing themselves against hers.

The first pit had a floor of firm memory foam topped by a thick layer of roughly torn pieces of much softer material. It was kept in almost, but not quite total darkness, so while Labia could perceive shapes looming over and around her, she could not link them to the hands that were groping her body. She could tell that they were also groping one another, seeking out the submissives whose wrists were all confined behind their backs. Hands held and twisted her breasts and lips met hers, and the occasional nipple was pushed into her mouth.

Labia tried to relax and let the bodies flow around and over her, sliding easily in the damp, humid air. She thought that she was with a group of three men and two women, with two other submissive women who were sometimes on the peripheries, and sometimes rolling under or over her.

More and more hands sought out her pussy and her asshole, pushing fingers inside, and the occasional penis was pushed into her mouth, only to be withdrawn and replaced by another mouth, or a breast. It was a surprisingly long time before she felt the first erection entering her vagina. Then it went in quickly and deep, and it was very thick and hard. She was on her side, and had a dim image of a dark void next to her, with big hands mauling her breasts, so she assumed that the man was big and black. The bodies around her were completely uncoordinated, and she realized that other hands were competing for her breasts. Then, suddenly, she was violated in her back passage, which had never been penetrated before.

Foreplay was obviously out of fashion, at least in this establishment. Cocks were simply rammed into their sockets. As a total beginner at anal sex, Labia was bound to feel pain, but it lasted only a very short time, to be replaced by a feeling of fulness that she found very satisfying, especially in the way it combined with the more familiar sensations arising from the shaft in her vagina. The other shadowy figures receded from her consciousness, even though hands were still grasping for her feet and face, and she just felt herself sandwiched between the two male presences, both of which seemed huge.

Labia felt used; bound and helpless while others treated her as a sex-toy, rolling her between their sweaty bodies, making her cum and then changing places to carry on until they both ejaculated into her. There was some kissing and fondling then, but soon they both left her, disappearing into the heaps of foam along with all the others, who had not waited for their turns.

She was aware of movement around her, but it was very difficult to make progress in the mass of material, bound as she was. Unable to use her hands and with her feet restricted, she wallowed forward, making for what she thought might be the centre of the circle, until she came upon a pair of legs that, judging from the amount of hair on them, were male. Deciding to take the bird in the hand, she went for the genitals, and was soon fellating the stranger's penis, which was half-flaccid at first, but soon hardened in her mouth. In the soft foam it was difficult to brace herself to keep to a rhythm, but he held her head with his hands, and came so quickly that it could almost have been called premature ejaculation.

After that, struggling on with the taste of him in her mouth, she felt strangely empty with all her holes unoccupied. When she realized that, she understood much more of what it meant to be a woman wholly devoted to the giving and receiving of sexual pleasure. Then she came upon two female lovers, both dominants, who were already making love to one another. They pulled her in, and she had her first lesbian experience.

Softer lips kissed hers as fingers pushed into her vulva, seeking her clitoris but treating it with infinite respect, while others wormed their way into her bottom. They had already given one another enough orgasms, so they concentrated entirely on Labia, climaxing and convulsing her until he was limp and floppy, and even more helpless than her bondage dictated. Others seemed to know to keep away from them, although the snapping and rattling of Labia's leg-irons and hobble chain must have given away their location.

Afterwards the two women, still such shadowy figures that she had little idea what they looked like, or how old they were, shepherded her to the side of the circle to show her where she could suck on pipes to get fresh water, or to feed herself on a thin gruel and pellets of compressed cereal. While she was still there, however, she was seized by the arms and pulled out through an opening in the edge of the circle, and immediately deposited into another one.

The second pit was wet. The floor was padded but covered with about six inches of what she assumed at first was water. She realized almost immediately that it was slightly viscous, and that it was mildly perfumed; perhaps with a mixture of patchouli and ylang-ylang. The second pit was just as dark as the first, and in her bondage it was not much easier for Labia to make progress. It was best done on her knees, but both the hobble chain and the liquid slowed her down.