Dungeon Mistress

The sound of the rain lashing against the windscreen was deafening, as she peered into the night; The list of regrets building. She should have printed out the instructions to her sister's house, should have charged her phone, should have replaced the broken car charger.

A gap in the tree line, revealed blurs of light. The first sign of civilization in over an hour of driving through the woods. She swung the station-wagon round the corner heading towards the light.

The lights grew stronger, a shape solidified around them. A gravel car-park opened before a large house. Above the entrance, the word “Dungeon” shined fluorescent red.

With an overwhelming need to pee she decided a bar in the middle of nowhere was better than her car.

A bar ran down one side of a large room, a dance floor filled the centre, a few couples were dancing to some sultry jazz. Red leather booths lined one wall.

She made her way to the bar, a young girl in a tight white t-shirt, spotted her and walked over. “What can I get you?”

“You got a phone book?”

With a confused look on her face she looked round the bar. “I don't know, what goes in it?”

“No, a real phone book.” The barmaid's face went blank. “With phone numbers in it.”

“Oh, sorry, no. Can I get you a drink?”

She could think of worse places to wait out the storm. “Vodka and coke please. I guess the weather is keeping people away.”

The barmaid started pouring the vodka, “It's always like this, most people are downstairs.”

She should have guessed that with a name like “Dungeon”, there would be a subterranean aspect to the club. With a very strong tasting vodka and coke, she headed off to find out what they kept in the dungeon.

From the top of the stairs, she could feel the heat of the crowd below. With trepidation, she descended.

A hallway was filled with people, crowding round doorways peering in. Intrigued, she plunged into the crowd.

Over the heads of the crowd she saw a man in leather shorts on his knees licking the boot of a woman. Holding a chain that attached to a collar, the woman dragged him up her boots.

With the realization that it wasn't a regular club she thought about turning round, but curiosity pushed her onwards. In the next room, it was a girl on hands and knees, two oiled men stood over her.

Making her way down the hall, the sights became more extreme. The more extreme they became, the more aroused she became.

A tap on her shoulder made her jump. The barmaid stood behind her, “This is from the dungeon mistress, you can find her in the room at the end.” The barmaid took her empty glass, replacing it with a full one. Before any question could be asked, the barmaid was gone.

Intrigued by the dungeon mistress, and why she had been chosen, she carried on down the hallway, towards a closed door at the end.

The door opened. Stood before her was a black latex covered woman, holes revealed deep brown eyes, and blood red lips, a black ponytail sprouted from the top of her head. The suit had holes for her breasts and the bare lips between her legs. The suit finished at her wrists, leaving her hands uncovered.

White teeth sparkled as she stepped back, welcoming her into the room. The room had bare grey walls, a thick wooden table spanned one side, covered in sex toys and torture equipment. In the middle of the room, hung a horizontal wooden pole, metal restraints at either end.

In three gulps she finished her drink. When the mistress started to undress her, she complied, letting her wet clothes be removed. The door being open didn't bother her. She took hold of the pole, metal closed around her wrists.

The pole was hoisted, lifting her naked into the air. Further restraints held her legs open. Before her, a crowd gathered at the door. From behind, hands ran over her skin, warm and soft, down her back to stroke her ass.

Fingers crawled between her legs, hot breath on her back, she gripped the pole tighter. Fingers explored her body, she was powerless.

She closed her eyes, holding her breath as she expected fingers to enter her. Her eyes shot open as a large solid object pushed inside her. She gasped as her body was pierced by something so thick.

As her body got over the shock, and adjusted to accept the implement, a second was thrust into her ass. She cried out in shock, the crowd cheered in response. Her body shook and chains rattled as both were forced deep into her. A violent orgasm was ripped from her body, her body convulsed amongst a cacophony of clanging metal and cheers.

A whisper came from behind her. “Vodka did always have a unique effect upon you, Sis. Want to see my whip collection?”

Her response was little more than a whimpered: “Yes”.

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