Into the Nether Realm: The Dungeon Master

Into the Nether Realm: The Dungeon Master 

Daniela had no idea how long she'd been in the darkness or the cage.
There was a tarp of some sort draped over it so she couldn't see a
thing and the space was so cramped she could either stay on all fours
or curl up in a fetal position.  It wasn't near long enough to lay down
in nor was it high enough to kneel up, let alone stand up.  It was
possible to sit in one of the corners with her knees up against her but
the bars that the most uncomfortable of all.  For the most part she
curled up and lay on her side. 

Jeanette and Saundra had come to Daniela's room with the cage on wheels,
told her to strip and to get inside.  They were short with her, but
their eyes showed compassion.  After she did as she was told they put
the tarp over it and left her.  A while after, after having fallen
asleep for a bit, the cage was moving again, but whoever was rolling
her said nothing and she couldn't hear any background noise whatsoever.
 At times it felt as if she were moving up hill, then downhill. Another
sensation was of sinking, like on an elevator. 

A few times Daniela considered trying to talk to her escort or escorts,
perhaps it was Saundra and/or Jeanette, but there was no way to know
and she knew in her soul that anything she said would be ignored.
Instead she tried to calm her nerves and be patient.  There wasn't a
doubt that she was being taken to this Dungeon Master person the Lord
Master had mentioned and she was to obey him and learn from him,
whatever that meant.  It was frightening. 

Daniela moved up on to all fours as the cage seemed to go in a straight
line once again.  Cool, basement like air was coming under the tarp and
she could hear voices now in the distance. No, Daniela realized.  She
heard screams. 

Then suddenly a loud metallic clank could be heard and Daniela could
feel cage entering a room of some sort.  Whimpers and cries could be
heard and an authoritative voice that sounded British- not at all the
even, unaccented voices she'd grown accustomed to hearing in the Nether
Realm. 

"No more screaming," the voice said.  "Put the cage over there and then
get out of here.  Tell the Lord Master I'll send word when I'm done
with her."  The tarp was pulled up and light burst in, blinding
Daniela.  It was then dropped back down, returning her to darkness.
"She's beautiful, the golden mane I've heard about was not an
exaggeration." 

The clanking of the door could be heard again as Daniela trembled in the
lightless cage, resuming a fetal position and listening intently to
what was happening. 

"Now there," the male voice said.  "We'll dim the lights a bit so our
guest can begin to see her surroundings when I take the cover off."
Daniela heard the sound of an electric volt of some sort followed
instantly by a quick, high pitched scream.   Then slowly the tarp came
off and in a few moments she could make out the images surrounding her. 

"Get out," said the Dungeon Master.  "Remain on your hands and knees,
though." 

Daniela obeyed as the tall man opened the cage.  Of course from her
position on the floor nearly anyone would look tall, but this man was.
He was older, perhaps in his fifties, gray, thinning hair, not
handsome, but had a rugged attractiveness and his body was fit and
trim.  He wore black boots, trousers and long sleeve t-shirt.  The lack
of color to his outfit made his skin seem extra pale, and if one
considered the absence natural light in the forbidding place he plied
his trade it was no wonder he was as white as a sheet. 

Saying nothing, Daniela looked around while the Dungeon Master rolled
the cage off into a far corner of the room.  From her vantage point she
saw three people in the room, each in a device of some kind.  To her
left was a woman with short dark hair in suspended bondage, her wrists
and ankles cuffed together, hanging like a W.  In her mouth was a red
ball gag and when the Dungeon Master walked by, fingering her wide open
slit, she tried to swing herself away to no avail, getting a chuckle of
amusement from her tormentor.  To the right was a man stretched in an
old, medieval-looking rack.  His limbs were stretched and through his
taped up face could be heard the groans of agony.  It was impossible to
get a good look from her spot on the floor but skin of his chest could
be see as were his extremities in the tight, leather cuffs.  In the
center of the room was young, pretty redhead with shoulder length hair,
strapped to a chair, her wrists tied tightly to the back of chair,
parallel with her shoulders. The position forced her small breasts to
stick out.  The torture she was enduring was an elastic band looped
just above her knees which she struggled to force wide to hold her legs
open.  Unlike the other two victim, she was not gagged. 

"Didn't I say to keep those legs open, you little whore?"  The Dungeon
Master touched the girl's shaved slit with a red stick that gave her a
loud shock, getting a scream of pain. 

"I'm trying, Sir, but I'm so tired," she cried. 

"Tired?"  He shocked her again, this time letting it sit for a second or
two against her pink, tender clit.  The girl sobbed in pain, forcing
her legs to work the elastic wider, opening herself for the Dungeon
Master. "That's a good girl.  I want to see that pretty little pussy!" 

"Yes, Master, I'm trying." 

The Dungeon Master looked over at Daniela and smiled, she looked down at
the concrete floor, wondering what fate awaited her.  He knees ached
from the cold, hard floor. 

"You will watch what I do," the Dungeon Master yelled.  Daniela looked
up to see him opening his pants and grabbing the young girl by the
hair.  He looked down at her.  "Well?" 

"Please Sir, I want your cock," the girl said, barely getting it out
before the Dungeon Master was taking her face with hard thrusts,
gagging her, making cough and choke over his engorged member.  All the
while looking over at Daniela and to the girl's legs to make sure she
was pushing open her legs despite the tight elastic band. Every so
often he'd stick her tit, tummy, or her thighs with the prod, making
her scream a muffled cry. 

As Daniela watched, she couldn't help but feel arousal in her sexual
center, but she was also terrified.  The man who ran this dungeon
obviously loved to inflict pain and she knew her time was coming. 

The Dungeon Master yanked the girl's head back and ordered her mouth
open and tongue out, she complied.  He coated her tongue with thick
gobs of his essence, some dripping over on to her face.  "Do you wish
to swallow?" 

The girl nodded and tried to say "yes, sir" while holding her mouth
open.  Daniela could see her legs shaking furiously trying to hold her
open pose. 

"Go ahead then." 

As the girl closed her mouth and swallowed, the Dungeon Master pulled a
knife from his belt and sliced the elastic, making her legs shoot out
wide, suddenly not restrained. 

"Thank you, Master, for cumming in my mouth," she said. 

"You just keep those legs open, you little wench."  He slapped her face
hard, causing her  to cry.  Daniela saw mascara begin to streak on her
face.  "Am I clear?" 

"Yes, Sir, very clear." 

"Okay you," he said to Daniela.  "On your feet!" 

Daniela got to her feet as fast as she could and stood with her hands
behind her back looking down at the floor.  The Dungeon Master moved up
and squeezed both her tits with strong hands. 

"You are a fine looking bitch," he said softly.  "Your skin would bruise
magnificently." 

Daniela remembered about how the whips would not leave marks. 

"The things I use leave marks, I assure you." 

Like so many others in the Nether Realm, the Dungeon Master read her
mind easily. He then took her by the hand and led her past the young
girl in the center, who immediately opened her legs wider as they
walked past, and she gave Daniela a quick fearful look.  A few moments
later Daniela stood with the Dungeon Master alongside the poor man
stretched out in the rack. 

"This fool mouthed off to Mistress Myriam.  The Lord Mistress herself." 

Daniela said nothing, staring down at the wretch groaning through the
tape over his mouth.  The Dungeon Master turned a crank and the man's
shoulders pulled from their sockets, while his knees looked to
splitting in two as well.  She looked away, wanting to put her hands to
ears to keep out the muffled screams of pain. 

"You'll never disrespect her again, will you meatbag?" The Dungeon
Master laughed and turned the crank some more.  The man was shaking his
head and begging with horrible cries of pain. 

"I wanted to show you I don't just handle whores and bitches," the
Dungeon Master said, once again taking her hand and leading Daniela
over to the woman in suspended bondage. Her eyes were wide with fear
and she screamed and pleaded thru the ball gag stuffed in her mouth. 

"Look at this pretty pussy," he said, fingering her slit, which had the
smallest trace of trimmed black hair.  "But she didn't want to give it
up to some friends of her Master."  He grabbed her hair and looked at
her with a hard, frightening face.  "Now he doesn't want her back so
after I'm done with her, who knows where she'll end up......" he smiled
and pulled a strange device from his back pocket.  The girl hanging saw
it and shook her head violently, screaming and crying through the gag.
Daniela had no idea what it was, but the victim certainly did. 

"This is called the pear of anguish, Daniela."  He held it up.  I was
about ten inches long and looked like a pair.  The rounded pear like
end was made up of four metal plates and as he turned a screw on the
other end the pear opened up.  "Know how it works?" 

Daniela bit her lip and shook her head, glancing at the terrified girl
hanging by her limbs, her eyes welled with tears.  She didn't want to
know how it worked. 

"Well, this whore is going to be my demonstration," he said with a
smile, seemingly enjoying the terror and screams he was producing in
the dark haired girl.  Closing the rounded end, he slid it into the
girl's slit and moved it back and forth.  The poor girl sobbed, her
head hanging back. 

"You see as I turn this handle it is opening up inside her," he said
calmly.  "I can open just far enough to tear her inner walls a bit, or
open it fully and mutilate her pussy so she'll never get fucked again."
He turned the handle slowly, steadily. 

The girl was screaming, trying to swing herself away but it was useless.
 The man running this chamber was obviously a master torturer. Daniela
was terrified of him.  The girl's screams grew louder, the gag nearly
pushing out of her mouth, her eyes and face a mass of wet redness.  The
Dungeon Master then gave it a sharp turn and the girl let out an
agonized cry the sent shivers up Daniela's spine.  Blood was dripping
from the poor woman's sex.  Daniela looked away, once again catching
the eye of the little redhead bound in the chair.  What was going to
happen to her?  To both of them? 

"This is rarely fatal," the Dungeon Master said, finally stopping the
handle.  "But the whore usually wishes it was.  She will be an anal and
mouth whore when she leaves here." 

Daniela felt a trickle of tears in her eyes. 

"Afraid, little Dani?" 

"Yes, Sir.  I'm afraid."  Daniela felt her voice shake.  She also felt
horrible for the people in this room facing the merciless torture of
this tall, graying man. 

He held up another pear of anguish device, but he held it out to her.
"Take it." 

Daniela hesitated. 

"I said take it, Bitch." 

Daniela took it in her hand.  It was heavy and the plates that formed
the pear had extremely sharp edges.  It was a fiendish, horrible object
and she glanced over at the girl bleeding to her left. 

"Go put that in that little slut over there."  The Dungeon Master
pointed at the little redhead, who opened her mouth in a silent scream,
shaking her head, her legs kicking about as she tried to get her wrists
free from the chair. 

The Dungeon Master went over and lifted her legs, biding them to the
chair, so she appeared to almost be holding her own ankles as she sat
spread open on the chair. 

"Please, Sir, I'll be a good girl.   You know I will.  Please don't
PLEEEEEEASE." 

He ignored the girl's pleas, and motioned Daniela over. She walked
slowly, the device feeling like it was a hundred pounds in her hand. 

"Stick that pear inside her and turn the handle three or four times,
tear her up a bit." 

"Sir, Uh, I...." Daniela stammered, looking at the swollen eyes of the
terrified girl in the chair.  Her face was streaked with mascara. 

"Do it!  I'll be back in a minute. I need to get some stuff to stop that
slut over there from bleeding to death."  The Dungeon Master walked
away and through a door behind them.  Daniela looked at the bound,
helpless girl. 

"I'm sorry, why are you here?" Daniela wondered if knowing the girl's
discretion might make it easier. 

"Please don't do this, my Lady," the girl sobbed.  "I beg you, show me
kindness.  I'll be indebted to you forever." She started crying a
sustained wail. 

"Oh my god, what is all this.  Why am I here?"  Daniela looked around at
the forbidding place, pain and torture all around her.  "I don't want
to do this," she said to the girl.  "Why are you here, please tell me." 

"I can't tell you, just please don't do this.  Whip me, beat me, just
don't put that inside me. Please, please." 

Daniela looked at the pear and shook her head.  She couldn't do it.
Couldn't? Wouldn't? 

"I can't do it," Daniela said.  When she looked up at the girl, the
helpless little redhead  bound in the chair was now smiling and looking
past her. 

"She can't do it, Master.  She's weak." 

Daniela turned to see the Dungeon Master there, a strange grin on his
face.  He was nodding in agreement. 

****** 

In what seemed a blur, Daniela found herself put on all fours on a
special platform.  Her forearms were cuffed to it's floor, as were her
ankles, legs spread apart.  To give her even less mobility, the Dungeon
Master clamped her nipples to a chain bolted to the platform and
finally her long hair was tied into a rope affixed to a beam in the
ceiling.  In this vulnerable position she watched some slaves enter the
chamber and remove the man from the rack and the girl in suspended
bondage and take them to a medical area, so said the Dungeon Master,
before they are given some new assignment. 

Meanwhile, the Dungeon Master was now fucking the still bound, wide open
redhead.  As he shoved his cock into her pussy, he'd slap her feet
which were still bound to the back of her chair with her hands.  As he
took her, he'd look back at Daniela and grin, but she shut her eyes.
The redhead was saying "thank you, Sir" every time he slapped her feet,
she was enjoying it all and Daniela found herself hating her, hating
her for making her the fool. 

"You like the way I fuck your pussy you little slut?" 

"Oh yes, Master, thank you for fucking my pussy," she moaned. 

"What else do you want fucked, tell me!" 

"My ass, Sir.  Please fuck my ass." 

The Dungeon Master slid out of her slit and lowered his cock a bit and
pushed it into the girl's ass.  She screamed out a guttural cry of joy
as he pushed deep and then both of them were staring over at Daniela.
She stared hard at the redhead, trying to show her hate. 

"Oh Master, I think she's turned on watching you fuck me." 

"Is that so?" The Dungeon Master turned and smiled. 

Daniela shut her eyes, but she couldn't deny her arousal building.  It
was impossible not to be aroused in the Nether Realm, but this was a
place in this world she liked the least. All she wanted was to get away
from this drab chamber of pain, humiliation and mutilation. 

"Sir, may I cum? Please let me cum." 

The Dungeon Master slapped her tits hard and angrily said, "You will cum
after you feel my cream in your ass!" 

Daniela watched the spectacle, unable to move her body without sending
pain through her body from her nipples, or move her head without having
her hair pulled painfully. She just watched and watched as the Dungeon
Master fucked the girl harder and harder until he let out a long groan.
 Instantly the girl was screaming in pleasure as she started cumming as
well.  Through it all, Daniela was more and more inflamed in some sort
of sick wanton lust. 

"You have a tight little ass, slut," the Dungeon Master said, pulling
his cock from the girl.  "Now, let's see if you can do ass to mouth." 

"Sir, please, make her suck it," the girl said.  Daniela bit her lip,
watching the Dungeon Master turn.  The girl grinned at Daniela, who in
turn gave her a hateful stare. 

"Yes, let's do that."  The Dungeon Master walked over and Daniela shut
her mouth, but once his hand gripped her neck painfully she opened up
and tasted his cock shoved into her mouth.  "Suck it, or you'll get
pain you can't believe." 

Daniela sucked the Dungeon Master's cock, and as she did so she felt her
pussy grow wet.  It was all turning her on, despite her wanting to rip
the girl's face off.  He slid his cock back and forth in her mouth and
then slapped her face hard as he pulled out. 

"Thank her," he told Daniela.  "Thank her for letting you taste her ass
on my cock.  Say it." Another hard slap. 

"Thank you," Daniela spat.  "For letting me taste your ass on the
Master's cock." 

Both the Dungeon Master and the girl were laughing, he as he pulled his
pants up, she as she still sat bound wide open in the chair. 

"What shall I do with you, Dani dear? What shall I do with you?" 

Daniela trembled on the platform, wondering what was going to happen and
feeling the most intense fear of her life. 

TJC 

*** Been having computer problems and posted this with a friend's.
Hopefully it will be rectified soon and I can continue with the
story...until then perhaps this installment will make you all feel some
sort of anticipation. ***

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