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Chapter Six: The Dungeon.
The room was dimly lit with only candles giving it an eerie glow. Elise wriggled her noise; it smelled odd as if it needed a good airing. Chains and ropes hung on the walls, and several odd looking pieces of equipment were partially visible in the shadowy corners. It was a dungeon!
"I don't want to be here; I don't like this at all," Elise protested. However, before she could turn around, a pair of strong hands had gripped her from behind. One clamped over her mouth, and the other slid around her shoulders and chest like a strap of iron. She knew immediately by their strength that they belonged to Rose. She began to struggle wildly, but her efforts were futile. Rose forced her inside the room, shoving her from behind. Layla followed them and slammed the door shut.
"Struggle all you want, slut," Rose told her, smirking and forcing the helpless girl to where she required her to be.
Elise squinted through tears in an attempt to see more clearly, but it was all happening too fast; it was flashing before her like a terrible dream. She felt her face pushed down on something firm and smooth. Leather - yes, it was a leather bench of some kind. Hands were all over her body, then her arms were pulled out in front of her and her wrists cuffed to something solid. She gasped as her ass was slapped, and she was told, "Spread your legs slut!" Her legs - yes, they were still free. She kicked back wildly, but her efforts were rewarded with more stinging lashes to her ass and the back of her legs. More tears began to run down her cheeks. She relented and moved her feet apart. Hands were on her again – something was being pushed between her ankles… a bar of some kind. Now, unable to move her legs either, she lay face down on the leather-covered bench, helpless to do anything but wait.
"I thought you might give us a little bit of a fight," Rose quipped as she moved around in front of the bench, grabbing Elise by the hair and jerking her head up. "You're a fiery little slut, aren't you?"
Elise was about to answer when a loud ripping sound made her gasp. The silky fabric slipped down, and she realised her ass was now completely exposed.
Then Layla's voice: "Look at her, Rose; she's wet already. Didn't I tell you I thought this one was a hot little whore, and I was right!" Layla rubbed her hand between Elise's leg, feeling her soft clean folds and swollen clit, before lifting her hand and showing it to Rose. "She's a whore who needs to be punished, just like they all do." Leaning over Elise's body she whispered, "You want some cock don't you, little Elise? That's all any of you are after."
Elise was confused, then as Layla walked around in front of her and held up a large rubber cock, she understood. Layla grinned, then placed the toy to her mouth and took a long, slow lick down its shaft.
"You want some cock so badly, don't you?" Layla waved at Elise. " Well, answer me, girl!"
"Yes, Mistress Layla."
However, instead of pacifying her, the reply seemed to anger Layla. She scowled and then used the rubber phallus to slap the side of Elise's face.
"You whores are all the same."
Elise cried out in shock as much as pain.
"Look at her; look how her mouth gapes open for that cock. Give it to her," Rose instructed.
The cock was large, larger than any Elise had experienced. When Layla rammed into her mouth, it was more than she felt she could deal with, and she gasped for breath. This amused the two women, and they laughed out loud. Elise coughed and spluttered as the saliva-coated cock was removed.
"What's the matter, whore, is this too much for you? I thought all whores loved a big cock."
Through loud sobs, Elise begged, "Please, no more. Please, let me go!"
"Oh, so you've had enough now, have you? Enough cock? I don't think so. Whores like you have never had enough. You want more, yes, always more!" Layla hissed.
Layla walked around behind Elise, who strained to see but was secured too tightly. Fingers were between her legs again, feeling and fondling her most private parts.
"Since this is what you want to much, take it, little whore!" And with that, Layla pressed the rubber cock against the girl's vagina and rammed it inside her.
Elise screamed. Layla pushed deep, only to pull it back again and repeat the action. Obscene squelching noises made Layla laugh as she plunged in and then out of Elise's wet folds. "Take it all whore!"
Tiny beads of sweat began to form on Elise's face and body. Helpless to do anything, she whimpered softly and waited for it all to finish.
Through half-closed eyes and tears, Elise could see Rose walking to the back wall where an assortment of whips hung. She selected one and returned, handing it to Layla.
"No pleasure without pain," she told Elise, raising the flogger and lashing it down across the girl's bare bottom.
It felt sharp, cutting into her tender flesh then burning and leaving several blistered welts, but to her Elise's amazement it caused her whole body to shiver with heated desire. Soon her own sticky wetness was trickling down the insides of her legs. An intense and heated excitement like nothing she had experienced before enveloped her.
Pleasure and pain! Elise's head spun with confusion and mixed emotions as she writhed in perverted excitement, each lash bringing her to new heights of sexual gratification, each cry releasing a raw animal desire inside her, and each little quiver of her greedy cunt, making her hungry for more.
"Please, please," she begged silently, but then questioning herself – "Please stop? Hell, no!"
Within minutes it became too much for her to bear. Her cunt pulsated and her body convulsed, as opened mouthed and panting like a bitch in heat, she gasped then screamed, and a feeling of totally glorious self pleasure washed over her.
Layla grinned down at her; she was pleased. "I like this one," she told Rose.
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