Chapter 9

Becky’s sex dungeon gradually became more liveable. Edward spent his evenings building a large caged-off section at the side of the dungeon. Becky had to watch all this from her own tiny cage in the middle.

Edward whistled cheerfully while he worked, often forgetting about the petite naked girl cowering behind bars a few meters away. He did enjoy, every now and then, sticking his cock through the bars and demanding a blowjob as a treat between tasks.

“This could be like your little bedroom, Becky, there will be a comfortable bed, you can have posters, and my wife will let you wear more clothes soon!”

Becky had spent almost all her time naked. Her health had suffered from her ordeal. Her vagina had been out of action for days after the dog rape. Edwina had to fake various embarrassing conditions to her male GP to get him to prescribe antibiotics without a thorough examination, just to try and revive Becky.

Getting the contraceptive pill prescribed was another issue, as the doctor queried why Edwina might need it at her age. The Pembrokes hoped the doctor would not suspect anything, but then, why would he?

Edwina grew more and more into the kind of bully that she had always wanted to be. She became more confident at work in treating girls and colleagues. And with Becky, she just became more sadistic and demanding.

Becky had been shocked the first time Edwina pissed directly into her mouth. The urine stung her eyes and mouth, and she instinctively rose up, almost knocking Edwina over, as she thought she was going to choke to death.

Edward had almost doubled over in laughter as his wife fell over while pissing, as Becky, eyes shut, spluttered and retched all over the floor.

Unfortunately for Becky, Edward’s laughter had humiliated Edwina so much, that the angry woman immediately reached for the cane.

“No, Edwina, not her ass, you know I love that, and so do you! It’s so perfect and tight...”

“Oh, well, if you loved her ass so much then maybe don’t fucking laugh at me when this bitch knocks me over. I’m your wife, she is just a fucking little slut slave!” Edwina was as angry at Edward as Becky. “Hold her down, I want that ass pointed up, ready for the cane, come on Ed!”

Edward meekly used his muscular body to pick the frightened girl up and fold her over his lap on the bed, holding her in an armlock, so only her legs could kick.

“Ha, a bit of movement should be fun. Now Becky, if you try and block any of these, I will just repeat them, understand? Now count each one!”

Becky screamed in pain with each hit on her cute tight little buttocks. On one occasion, Edwina accidentally caught Edward’s knee as well.

“Ah...” Edward let go of Becky and clasped his knee. “Edwina, you clumsy fool, look what you’ve done!”

“Sorry Ed” she said, but she was not sorry, “blame the little wench, she is wriggling around too much. Why don’t you hit her for the last three strokes?”

Edward did not really want to hit the poor girl anymore. Her buttocks were dark red and turning purple from the hits. The two little globes were so tight that despite her whole body shaking, her ass only vibrated gently.

But he did not want to upset this wife, and so laid Becky against the bed, her head buried in her hands on the mattress, and ran his hand over her back, still bearing the marks of a beating a few days ago, and hit her three times.

“That wasn’t as hard as me,” said Edwina, suspiciously. “I hope you are not getting soft, Ed. Remember that little bitch would end us if she was on the outside. Before this, she wouldn’t even look at you. The only reason she takes your cock in all her holes is because of me because we have her trapped here. Don’t forget it!”

As Becky watched her slightly larger prison being built within the dungeon, she ran her hands, themselves scarred, over her backside and the welts inflicted there. There were now few parts of her body not covered in welts, cuts, bruises, or other marks.

Edward felt he deserved a break, and felt his bladder become full from the beer he drank while working. “Becky darling” he smiled at her. “I was wondering if you could do me a favour? Well, I have to take a piss, and I would love to piss in your mouth. I know what you’re thinking and yeah, it is disgusting.”Edward laughed, at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“But, you know Edwina ... well she likes to piss on you, and you get punished if you don’t drink it. Why don’t we treat this as ... practice. You know? I piss in your mouth, try and you swallow as much as you can, but I won’t beat you if you don’t get it all in, as long as you make an effort! It will help you when it comes to Edwina! She’s upstairs drinking wine and watching TV, she will probably be down soon, so it’s best you try with me first. Trust me, if you spit her piss out again...”

Edward sucked in his cheeks apologetically, on behalf of his wife. “Yeah, my wife has a temper. Sorry, Becky, it’s just the way it is.”

“Sure, I guess so, Ed. I don’t really have a choice, do I?” Becky replied meekly, her eyes filled with hope as she tried to get Ed’s sympathy.

“Don’t be like that, Becky. I’m trying to help,” Ed said, his voice softening.

“You could help more. You could control her,” Becky said, her tone tinged with desperation.

“My wife is very strong-headed,” Ed admitted, glancing away nervously.

“You’re kind at heart, Ed. Please, you can protect me,” Becky pleaded, her voice filled with genuine hope.

Ed sighed, clearly torn. “I wish I could, Becky. I really do but ... well we are both in this together, my wife and I. We are committed. I don’t want to hurt you I just want ... sex! But, well, look I am helping you! If you can get this piss down your throat without spitting it out, it will help you. Believe me!”

“Yeah, totally not for your benefit, right Ed,” said Becky dismissively, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She got to her knees and assumed the position after he let her out of the cage.

Edward unzipped his jeans in front of Becky and got his cock out. “OK, Becky,” he said. “Get ready to receive, but just remember as well: I don’t mind you called me Ed, and frankly, I’m a bit embarrassed to be called Daddy. But just keep calling me Daddy; OK? Edwina would get really angry if she found out you called me Ed.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “There are gonna be cameras down here soon,” he said, “so you have to get used to obeying Edwina all the time—not just when she’s here—OK?”

“Yes, ‘daddy’!” Becky made a deeply sarcastic false smile, then opened wide just in time for the stream of yellow piss to hit her face.

“That’s it aaaaa” Edward rejoiced as he let it flow out of him, and was pleased to see that Becky was able to swallow most of it.

“Good, Edwina will be pleased” he beamed.

“Don’t you mean mummy will be pleased.” Becky looked at him darkly, licking her lips, hating the acidic stinking smell of his piss.

But for Becky, the practice did ‘pay off’. If ‘paying off’ meant avoiding a beating while drinking a pint of a middle-aged woman’s piss straight from her vagina. But for Becky, disgusting sexual acts that were not accompanied by or followed by painful violence, counted as a good outcome.

Edwina had crouched down and hovered over the young girl’s face, and aimed at full power deep down her throat.

Becky grappled with the torrential stream of piss cascading into her mouth from above. She had to tilt her head just right to catch each rush, but even then, the force often caught her off guard, making it a battle to swallow it all before the next deluge hit. Despite the difficulty, she persevered, determined to swallow as much as possible without spilling a single drop.

“That is very good Becky, very good. See you were born for this!” Edwina could not get over the sense of power she had over the pretty girl. She felt like a goddess with evil powers.

“Imagine at her first meeting, you called me fat and said I should kill myself for being so ugly. Could you even have imagined that you would end up down here, drinking my piss, eating my pussy, taking my husband’s cock in all your holes? I bet it never crossed your mind did it?”

Edwina cackled, then spat in Becky’s face.

Becky remained impassive. She adopted a sad, resigned air, meek and full of sadness. She masked the defiance and hatred she felt. She knew that Edwina loved the sense of despair she elicited from her, and so she played up to it.

Becky’s new bedroom provided the comfort of a mattress, allowing her to lie down at least. The room was decorated to resemble a typical teenage girl’s bedroom, complete with pink accents and posters of scantily clad female pop stars adorning the walls—a warning was issued not to remove them. However, the bars lining the perimeter of the two-by-six-meter space, instead of conventional walls, and the cage door serving as the sole entrance and exit, detracted from any sense of homeliness.