The following is raw, and if you are not into bondage please move along...
The blindfold covered her eyes, but not her ears. That which she could not see she was able to hear. And the things she heard intrigued her.
After the session in Master's library, she had cum running down her legs and her ass hurt. Master had blindfolded her with no warning, and she was certain only that she was collared, cuffed, clamped, plugged, and there was a ball gag in her mouth. The leash tugged on her and led her away.
The sound of the library door opening was the last familiar thing she heard. She was pushed to all fours and led like a dog down the cool marble hallway, leaving a trail of wet puddles along the way as cum ran down her thighs and onto the floor. They turned, then turned again, and went onto a carpeted floor. After several more turns, she was completely disoriented. Master said nothing, but she heard other footsteps that sounded much like the couple that had used her moments before.
The leash yanked her upwards and she staggered to her feet. Master caught her arm and steadied her. The sound of a door latch made a thick Clunk and old hinges creaked. Cool, damp air rushed around her naked body and she could smell sweat and mildew and sex. She shivered involuntarily.
Master held her arm. "Careful slut. I am taking you down a flight of stairs. Go slowly." She tilted her head as he spoke, trying to determine which way was up or down. A voice behind her spoke.
"Look! She titls her head like a puppy! Good puppy!" The woman stroked her hair as she spoke.
Down the stairs they went, slowly, and she felt the air grow cooler and more stagnant. Behind them, the door thunked shut. She heard the latch engage again. When they reached the bottom the floor felt cold and damp. It had to be a basement. Or....
Once Master had told her he had a dungeon. He called it the "Dungeon of debauchery" and laughed, telling her she would see it one day. It seemed that day had arrived...
Master pulled the blindfold aside.
In front of her, in dim light, were rows of......things. Crosses of dark heavy wood with rope rings. Large X shaped wooden structures with iron on them looking like medieval torture devices. Chains. Collars made of iron. A rack. A RACK?!!!!
What appeared to be a wooden device meant to hold her head and chain her arms. Her imagination began to picture what that could bring, and she felt wet again.
She stood transfixed with terror and pleasure at the thought. Then Master spoke.
"Choose what comes first, slut....."
She hesitated. One device in particular caught her breath. It was a wooden bar, with a table-like structure before it. Posts by the table and rings on the bar made it obvious what it's use was. She walked towards it, and stopped, then automatically leaned forward and extended her arms to the rings, spread her legs, and settled onto the table.
She heard footsteps behind her, but in the dim light she could not determine who approached. Strong hands - not Master's - grabbed her and closed the rings tightly about her wrists, and fastened her ankles to the posts. It was uncomfortable and rough laying on the table, and her ass and cunt felt very, very exposed. The stranger stood by her and she heard more footsteps - feminine footsteps - approach from behind. Soft hands reached her ass and cunt, spreading, exploring, using......she closed her eyes and felt herself getting very wet again.
"She is getting soaking wet!" A woman's voice broke the silence. "Her cunt is soaked again. What a slut. Look. Come see this."
The strange man moved to behind her and she felt him exploring her in the place of the woman. The woman moved around to her face, and yanked her head up. "Open your mouth slut." The woman stood before her in the dim light and she could see her for the first time. Black leather clad, she was tall, voluptuous, and busty. The leather dress barely fit, and her cleavage beckoned the slut's attention. She grabbed the slut's chin and raised it higher, opening her mouth with her wet, sticky fingers. "Did you enjoy servicing me, slut? Did my cunt taste good to you? Just wait to see what we do next. I have a bigger strap on for you, Master will fuck your throat, and this man will fuck your ass."
The woman's fingers tasted foul. They stunk of cunt and sweat and cum and lube and ass. But she licked and cleaned them eagerly.
Behind her, she heard a zipper and felt the man spread her cunt open. She moaned into the woman's fingers, knowing the man's huge thick cock was gong to fuck her again. Her back arched and she raised her hips. Without warning, the cock fucked her completely. It filled her. It buried into her cunt. A scream echoed in the chamber, but she was uncertain if it was her own. In front of her, the leather dress opened and the woman's cunt appeared in front of her face again. "Time for more eating, bitch. Now lick me clean." The woman grabbed her head roughly and yanked it into her wet snatch. She felt her cunt expanding, ready to explode, as she stuck her tongue out and began to lick again. The taste horrified her, but she eagerly lapped away. The lust in her soul overcame the feelings of doubt and she felt an orgasm building.
The cock in her began to pound. It never pulled out, just slammed harder and deeper with every thrust.
"Slut. Needs. Fucking. Hard." The man spoke roughly with each thrust, and his words drove her over the edge. She pushed back harder. "Please! Please let me cum!"
Master slapped her. Hard. Viciously. It stung.
"No one cares about your needs now slut. If you cum you will pay dearly. Wait."
It was as if the words triggered something inside of her, and she lost control. Her legs grew weak, her mind blanked out, and she felt liquid gushing. Someone howled and she felt wetness on her face. It streamed down her neck onto her tits and dripped. Behind her, the cock kept fucking as she exploded.....knowing she would pay.
