soundproofing. Zach turned the lights on. The instruments in the dungeon appeared, bathed in the stark yellow bulbs. There were wooden towers, hobbyhorses, pillories, cages, beams, and bars in all kinds of configurations. Hooks and chains were strung from the ceiling and walls. A rack displayed whips, canes, and dildos of different colors and sizes.
Karen was simultaneously exhilarated and terrified. With Zach, she never knew what to expect. All she knew was that the punishments were getting harsher, as though Zach was steadily testing her limits. She had a safe word, but she had never used it thus far.
Zach led her to a tall birdcage. It was made to imprison a human being.
Zach opened the door. “Get in.”
“Yes, Master.”
She entered the golden cage. Inside, she could only stand or sit with her legs curled up to her body. But Zach had other things in mind.
“Hold up your arms.”
She obediently did so as he cuffed her wrists to the manacles hanging from the top of the cage. The manacles were lined with soft fur so as not to chafe her skin. They were also connected to chains that could be adjusted for length.
Once she was properly secured, Zach shut the cage door.
“Turn around with your back facing me,” he ordered.
She did so. She could hear him shedding the rest of his clothes. Shoes, belt, and clothes struck the cold floor.
“Come closer to the bars.”
She pressed her back and buttocks against the cool metal bars.
Zach felt for the area between her buttocks. He pushed two fingers into her asshole – those very two fingers that had been inside her pussy earlier. She heard him moving away. After a while, he returned. She kept her head averted from him at all times.
He parted her buttocks between the bars and slathered her anus with cold lube. She shivered at the intrusion.
Once he had prepped her, he inserted a fiberglass dildo into her anus. It was particularly large, and she writhed as it slithered in, expanding her sphincter and rectal walls – filling her with its girth.
“Turn around.”
She twisted her body to face him.
“Now open your legs.”
She parted her thighs, but not too widely, lest the dildo in her ass slip out. If it did so, she knew that she would be severely punished for it.
He felt for her pussy again. Juices poured out of it, slicking the insides of her thighs.
“Ah, you like this, little flower, don’t you?”
“Y-yes, Master.”
He inserted another thicker dildo into her vagina. It filled her satisfyingly. Now she was doubly penetrated, and her groin was comfortably stretched in every possible way.
He stepped back and studied her. His cock was very erect.
“Keep both of them inside,” he instructed. “I’m going upstairs to take a shower. Then I’m going to make myself a drink. When I come back, I want you to be ready for me.”
“Yes, Master.”
He walked out of the room, leaving her this way in the cage. She had to keep her pussy and rectum contracted at all times lest the dildos slip out, and they were threatening to slip – especially the one in her pussy because her juices were so copious. Zach had always mentioned that this was good tightening practice for her.
She wondered how long he would take this time. Sometimes, he took an interminably long time to come back, and it would be a lesson in patience amid discomfort.
Her thoughts wandered to Noah for some inexplicable reason. How would Noah react if he knew that she was a willing and nubile sex slave? He seemed like a very decent man. Would he be shocked into not wanting to know her?
Luckily, he would never view her degradation, so to speak.
Twenty minutes later, and her entire groin ached with the fatigue of muscle clenching. The door finally opened, and she was relieved when Zach reappeared.
His blond hair was wet. He was still naked, and his skin had the shiny pinkness of having just been in a hot shower. His cock was still tumescent. It was such a wondrous thing, she thought – his