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Chapter 3
“She’s dead?”
“Yes, I’m afraid so.” Mr X replied.
“How?” Veronica asked.
“The Vampire.”
“That murdering bitch.”
Mr X sighed. “I knew she wasn’t entirely broken, she was just waiting for a good moment to make her move. There were no Bulls in the room, and apparently Kristy and Jemma did a piss poor job of restraining her. They got sloppy. The Vampire broke out and had her teeth in Kristy’s neck before the Cherubs could call for help. Jemma ran, not that I really blame her.”
The Vampire was, thankfully, not a real vampire. She was however no less than the sadistic murdering daughter of a mass murdering yakuzaa boss who fancied herself a blood drinker. At only 19, The Vampire had spent the last two years inside Veronica’s dungeon, being punished for her and her father’s evil. Of all the dungeons prisoners, The Vampire was the most dangerous. The easiest part of her captivity had been the capture itself. So sure was she of her family’s ability to deliver swift tenfold retribution, that she got lax with personal security. As Veronica had no past dealings with her or her family, she had been able to get away with the brazen kidnapping.
Veronica had shed her bondage and bathed, with the help of two sweet little thirteen year old girls. Veronica was bisexual, predatory, dominant and she liked children. She really liked children. For her, sex was many things; a power game, a bargaining tool or a way to punish (either herself or others). It was different with children, somehow (only in her mind) more pure. She loved the joyous smiles of happy children. Veronica figured she loved the smiles almost as much as their tear streaked faces and painful moaning. Sally had lost the cunnilingus competition, so Veronica watched Renee paddle her ass bright red before both girls were ordered into a 69 to show there was no hard feelings.
Veronica had changed clothes after her bath. She now wore black pvc thigh length stiletto high heeled boots. She wore a sleeveless black leotard which rode high at the crotch, was barely a string running up her ass crack, and had holes cut in the chest to allow her E cup breasts to spill out. Having her ass and tits on view was a painful reminder of how she had let the morning get out of control, but at least she was free from the feel of clothes massaging her sores.
“Well I sent Jemma back to get fucked by the Bulls.” Veronica began, referring to the large black men permanently employed at the dungeon. “I took pity on her and sent Jamie along to keep her company.”
At this, Mr X laughed. “Looks like he got the best of you this morning.”
“It was… eventful. But I think a few hours of interracial gangbang will take the smile off his face.”
Mr X, moved behind Veronica and wrapped his arms around her tight waist intimately. “It never seems to take the smile off yours.”
“I was looking forward to some submission too, but I have to deal with The Vampire first.”
“We could knock out her teeth again? At the very least we should stop feeding her so much blood.”
Veronica remembered the first time The Vampire took a chunk out of someone, they had bashed out all her teeth. Her new set of shinny, extra pointy teeth were entirely fake, and they served more to heighten Veronica’s enjoyment when torturing her.
“I think we need to do something a lot more serious. How is that Chinese guillotine you convinced me to buy?”
Mr X was surprised and impressed by the choice. “Give me an hour to pull it out and check it over, then you should be good to go.” Still standing behind Veronica, Mr X roughly cupped her beaten bottom and stuck his nose into her luscious flowery clean red hair. “I knew you would cave in and give it a try eventually… at least once.” He joked.
“I don’t think so.” She smiled as she wiggled her ass, feeling the irritant coated butt plug burning inside her. “Not once, not ever. I’m not that twisted.”
“Have her cleaned up too.” Veronica continued. “I want her to look her best.”
“Your wish is my command.” Mr X whispered, while digging his long nails into the cane marks on Veronica’s backside. “Now what can I offer you while you wait for the guillotine to be set up? Perhaps an hour in the breast mangler would teach you the error of your ways.”
Veronica hated to admit it, but the suggestion was tempting. The idea of hanging from her bruised tits for an hour, with only pointy wooden pyramids under her feet, was a slit moistener. Once upon a time, Veronica would rarely choose to be on the receiving end of any punishments in the dungeon, she felt she had an image to maintain. Recently, she seemed to only take breaks from her own submission to try and keep up a dominant persona.
“No. I think I will spend a quiet hour with Sally and Renee.”
Veronica walked over to a toy cabinet resting against the cold stone dungeon walls. She opened the wooden front and began choosing from the extensive collection of strap on dicks.
“Can I refresh your butt plug my lady?” Mr X asked while holding up a bottle of orange spicy irritant.
“Oh I suppose so. It may remind me to keep my ass out of trouble.”
Mr X pulled the string covering the base of the plug aside, and withdrew it easily. It was quite a small pitiful thing. He was about to begin coating it anew, when he decided to test how far along Veronica’s growing submission was coming. He held the narrow plug up in front of her mouth, seeing if she would bite; so to speak.
At first Veronica was taken about, then she sweetly looked around to make sure no one was watching. Mr X knew she was about to go for it. Veronica popped the plug in her mouth and started sucking on it like a small penis. The taste of her rectum was bad, but very quickly the burning was worse. Mr X laughed as Veronica’s alabaster face went bright red in seconds.
“Would you like me to pee in your mouth?”
“Uh huh.” Veronica nodded as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. She knelt down and quickly freed Mr X’s cock from his leather trousers.
Mr X quickly began urinating on her face, a rich deep yellow piss. Veronica gulped down the rich bodied urine and swished it around in her mouth. She was a consummate piss drinker, and enjoyed little more than slowly sipping Jamie’s piss in front of strangers and colleagues.
“You know I specifically train the Cherubs to lick up that stuff. You have a real problem with jumping in at the deep end you know?”
Mr X walked around behind the kneeling woman as she pushed the piss soaked hair from her face. He pushed her chest down to the floor, and just when Veronica thought he would enter her uninvited, she felt the nozzle of the special sauce press past her sphincter. He gave her a good three squirts, soaking her insides with burning goo, before jamming an irritant coated, larger, butt plug into her ass.
Veronica was breathing heavily and wiggling her ass aimlessly as her insides felt like they were on fire.
“The Cherubs should enjoy sucking all that out of your ass.”
Yes, Veronica thought. God yes what a fun idea.
Veronica lifted a large black strap on dildo with shaking hands, but Mr X stopped her. He handed her an even larger cock, with ridges along the head and spikes nearer the shaft.
“The girls have been crying a lot since the accident. Maybe you can give them something to really cry about.”
“Oh I will.” Veronica smiled, grabbing the monster cocks twin from the cupboard.
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Veronica lay panting on the enormous love heart shaped bed. Her mouth still burned, and she was sure her cunt and asshole were bleeding. To either side of her lay one of her Cherub playthings, their pert little breasts rising and falling as they breathed deeply.
As Veronica had brutalised one of her cherubs cunts, she let the second fuck her pussy. When it came time to switch, the freshly fucked over Cherub had yanked out Veronica’s butt plug, and without asking permission had reamed her asshole with furious alacrity.
Next Veronica would lick the blood and juices from one teary eyed, very angry, little girl, while her friend continued to viciously sodomise their Mistress’s ass. Veronica was forced to pause from her cunt licking whenever the Cherub felt like sticking her enormous strap on down her throat.
Veronica was in heaven when Renee suckled the burning fluid from her ass and spewed it into her mouth. As the girls continued to finger feed her special sauce and shitty lubricant, Veronica begged for them to pee in her mouth; which they gratefully obliged.
Though young, the girls were well fed and maintained a vigorous exercise regime. While their red headed Mistress lay moaning on her side, they violently pumped her fuck holes like rabbits. Her mouth worked overtime cleaning shafts as the girls continually switched holes.
After a long rest, Veronica sat up and began working her clitoris. “I know two little girls whose assholes aren’t bleeding.”
Renee and Sally sighed, then quickly played paper – scissors - rock for the honour. When the match was resolved, little Sally got on all fours and let her friend tear open her asshole with the evil looking dildo. As the blond Cherub cried and moaned, Veronica fed her her used pussy. Even under duress, the Cherubs were first class oral specialists. Veronica closed her eyes and savoured the slurping and whining noises. Life was good.
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The auditorium was packed. The people living above the dungeon were all complicit in its ongoing activities. The farmer all had something to hide, incest, polygamy, sex slaves, some all of the above. The front row was filled by four farmers, each with one or two sons. The farmers were brothers, and all descended from the original farmer who had helped the dungeons founders conceal it. The older two farmers brought two of their daughters along. They were both stark naked, as was usual for women in the dungeon. Sheree was just waiting for the paperwork to be finished before she was sold to a Mexican bandit, and little Ashley would join the Cherubs next year when she was old enough.
Behind the farmers sat eight of the Bulls, and some of Mr X’s apprentices. At the moment three of them were giving the fourth, a beautiful female, a hard time. Mr X liked taking on female apprentices. If they were anything less than perfect, he would let the others break them down into snivelling little bitches before selling them off to somewhere that would keep their holes in constant use for the next thirty or forty years. The current bitch in training, Fiona, was a few fuck ups from becoming meat.
“Where are all the Cherubs?” Veronica asked Mr X.
“The nurse is holding them back.”
“Is she giving them dangerously large enemas again?”
“Probably, but I think she is also concerned that between the four of them they are leaking blood from seven holes.”
Veronica crossed her legs, feeling the sting from her own holes. “Oh please, its not like my cunt and ass aren’t bleeding a little. Those dildoes were quite excessive.”
“She is probably counselling them a bit too. They have had a rough time lately. Plus, you didn’t need to let the girls fuck you.”
Veronica nodded. “Well it was fun, but now we have all these cocks and no one sucking them. Couldn’t you get Fiona to…”
“You know I like to keep my apprentices away from that sort of stuff (at least in public). You could always do it.”
“I think not.”
“It’s pretty much your fault that the Cherubs are all out of action, and these are your guests. I’ve organised a train on The Vampire before the main event. We are going to need at least one fluffer.”
Veronica licked her lips. “I will do it, if Fiona does too.” Veronica knew she would mostly enjoy an hour or enforced cock sucking, but for Fiona it would be the beginning of the end.
“Done.”
After carefully working out the short term contract, Mr X called over Fiona and gave her instructions for dressing Veronica. As the two women left, he gave further instructions to his three male students.
Veronica returned in just a few minutes. Gone was her latest business suit, now she wore black knee high ballet boots, a tight black demi corset, and a black latex hood. The hood allowed her fiery red hair to spill forth. Her eyes were covered with black patches that would conceal her eyes, and cloud her vision. Veronica’s mouth was held open wide by a large O ring.
Next to Veronica, Fiona was similarly attired. Blood ran freely from the nose holes in her hood, and her inner thighs were stained with fresh cum.
“Looks like she volunteered after all.” Mr X joked to himself. He didn’t feel like he betrayed any of his female students, they were all pretty fucked up when they came in. Without earning his respect, he couldn’t care less about their fate, and he couldn’t respect a woman who couldn’t take care of herself.
Moments after the fluffers entered, The Vampire was brought in. The Bulls usually grew quite fond of the Cherubs, and two of them had done a number on The Vampire’s face before Mr X could stop them. Even with thick makeup, her face was a mess. With her long straight jet hair hanging down, it would be mostly hidden.
The Vampire was secured, bent over at the waist, halfway through the (well secured) guillotine. They neglected to cover her mouth, so as the first Bull took to work on her pale ass with a cane, she swore loudly in Japanese and some broken English.
The apprentices led the mincing fluffers down by the guillotine. Veronica and Fiona were dropped to the floor next to a vacuum. On orders, the women began feeding The Vampires DD breasts into individual clear cylinders, before turning the machine on. It looked like they were trying to suck the tits right off her chest. Now the fluffers hands were cuffed behind their back so they could get down to some real work.
The farmers approached the guillotine first. Fiona took a few kicks to the pussy to get the right idea, but she soon joined Veronica in servicing their guests. Each man used the slut’s mouths until he felt close to cumming. Then he quickly jammed his member into one of The Vampires holes before spewing his seed.
Mr X watched the blood trickle down Veronica’s thighs as the Bull in front of her pulled long and hard on her big nipples as he fucked her throat. Mr X considered, not for the first time, that if Veronica was one of his apprentices, she would be chained naked in a cubicle somewhere, fucking strangers for less than the price of lunch, and never seeing a cent of the money.
The train was a ceremonial thing. The Vampire had endured far worse. It was a nice way for all the men to say “Thanks for the good fucks.”
When the last man had blown his load in The Vampire, two of Mr X’s apprentices grabbed Veronica by the hair and dragged her around to The Vampires legs. She grunted unintelligibly as they forced her mouth up to the gapping holes. She sucked the score plus loads of cum from her holes, before being thrown to the floor to lick up the leavings there.
The apprentices dragged Veronica back to the centre of the room and helped her to her wobbly feet. Mr X pulled off her hood and said. “Perhaps you would like to say a few words first?”
Veronica was very self conscious that she had just sucked most of these gentlemen off, and the fact she looked like she deserved to be up there with The Vampire.
“We protect what is ours.” She began. “Even if outsiders do not understand much of our ways, this is very simple. This murdered killed a little girl we all cared about. The little girl was under my care at the time so I feel hurt and ashamed. Now we make an example, so that this may never happen again.”
The apprentices had disconnected the vacuum and repositioned The Vampire so her swollen juggs hung through holes in a wooden face of the guillotine. It was only now The Vampire realised what was about to happen, and she went shit crazy.
Her trashing about, screaming and begging were for naught as Mr X helped Veronica tiptoe over to the guillotine. With a look of contempt on her face, she pulled the cord causing the sharp blade to come crashing down; followed by two plops as he quivering white breast struck the floor.
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