The prisoner was brought to the second chamber, where she was stripped naked, blindfolded, and chained to the ceiling with her wrists above her head, forcing her to stand. The dungeon master grabs his flogger and a thick piece of cloth, then walks slowly over to the prisoner, making sure she hears and anticipates every step of his boots on the stone floor.
The air is cold. Her nipples are hard, he notes. "Do you know why you are here?"
"Yes sir," she responds.
The dungeon master circles her, eyeing her stretched curves hungrily. He gets close to her ear, watches the hairs on the back of her neck rise as he breathes, "and why is that?"
She shivers and responds, "because I am a slut that gives blow jobs to strangers in public places."
The dungeon master gives a low growl against the skin of her neck and grabs her by the waist and pulls her back up against him.
"That's correct. I'm glad you are aware of your crime because the punishment is worse for those who do not confess. I'll just have some fun with you to correct the issue; you might even like it."
Before she can respond, her mouth is forced open by the twisted cloth being shoved between her teeth and tied behind her head. She squirms and muffles behind the cloth.
"Do not resist, prisoner, or it will not be fun in the slightest."
He grabs the flogger, takes a step back to survey his prey, and flicks the flogger onto her chest to give some light stings, which catch her by surprise. He repeats in swats of three, each time increasing in speed and intensity. As the minutes fly by, the prisoner's reactions become more pronounced. Her breathing is heavier; she lets out small muffled yelps on the heaviest swats. There was no escape. The only option was to submit. Her chest, sides and thighs are covered in dark red lines, which burn even after they are created.
The dungeon master pauses and runs his large, rough hands down her body. He bites her breasts, leaving teeth marks around her nipples. It hurts.
He notices that she is no longer holding herself up, but straining her wrists. So he releases the chain from the ceiling and catches her, but is gentle for only a moment. In a flash, he roughly bends her over onto a nearby table. "Feet apart and planted flat. Elbows on the table," he orders.
She moves too slowly. He grabs her face to turn it towards him, lifts up her blindfold and looks into her fearful brown eyes.
"Listen, slave. You do as I say right when I say it, or else. I don't care if you're tired. I'm not even close to being done with you yet," the dungeon master says as he returns her gaze with a fierce look of complete confidence.
He runs his hands down her back and rubs his crotch up against her ass. She whimpers.
"You're going to have to work for that you dirty slut," he spanks her ass, hard, and then doesn't stop. Big red hand prints appear on her cheeks and become increasingly purple. She would scream, but her mouth is full with a drool-covered cloth. He sees the drool dribble down her chin a little and decides to test something: to see if his punishment actually works. He shoves a large finger inside her pussy, which, as he suspected, is completely wet.
"Looks like someone is a masochistic whore. My punishments are not effective if you like the pain so much. Get up and turn around."
She does and he takes off her gag. "Do not say a word unless directly spoken to, in which case use some manners."
