Chapter 10: Fun Times

I pulled into the Crib’s back parking lot, and got as close to the door as I could get. If I wasn’t an owner I’d get yelled at for parking on the sidewalk. I got out and asked my girls to keep an eye on the cunt while I got some help.

There was a girl in the foyer, good, SOMEONE is doing their job. I told her that I needed some help and asked her to get security, two men if possible, and whoever was in charge this shift. I should know who it was, but anything with both Lucy and Gail running things was guaranteed to be fucked up. I had no idea who was in charge on Sunday afternoon.

The hostess came back with Leroy One. He should not be confused with our other Leroy, Leroy Two. That was fine. If we had to, the two of us could carry the cunt in. She also came back with Gail. That was not fine.

“Gail, Leroy and I are going to take someone down to the Dungeon. If that causes trouble for you I apologize. If you want to MAKE trouble about it, I’d be delighted to take you down to the Dungeon, too. Waddya say?”

She blinked a couple of times. Maybe, just maybe, she didn’t have ‘start shit’ on her mind. It wouldn’t be the first time, but it wasn’t the safe bet, either.

“What do you want me to do?”

“It would be nice if someone opened doors for us. That’s about it. I think we’ve got everything else taken care of. Um, this will be a private session. We won’t want anyone else down there with us.”

“We have three girls down there already, in the cells. Is it someone who will cause us trouble?”

“If she can, sure. I’m not sure I want to tell you who she is. Are you sure you want to know?”

“Lucy will ask. I can tell her that you wouldn’t tell me, and she’ll come down here herself to see who it is.”

“Fine. It’s the cunt who started all that shit that ended last night at the game. I’ve got some questions to ask her. If she’s feeling cooperative, we won’t be here long and we’ll take her to her new owner. If she’s not feeling cooperative, we’ll be a while and then when we’re done I’ll sell what’s left of her down in Mexico.”

I’d threatened to do that to several women here, but I hadn’t actually done it yet. “Either way, she is just a visitor, here to use some of your toys.”

“I’ll let everyone know that the Dungeon is not available tonight.”

“Thanks. I’ll let you know when we’re done. Oh, can someone run down and bring us a hood? Whatever they can find first will do.”

“Yes, Larry.”

Leroy and I went back down to my car. I introduced everyone. Leroy One was one of our security staff. He was authorized to throw anyone out of the Crib at any time, no matter how busy they were. He wasn’t sposta do it without a good reason because we lost customers when he did it, but if he thought he should then he both could and would. Lucy and I would back him up.

Alice and Melanie were my personal bitches. They were not whores, they were not sluts, and they would never work at the Crib. Alice was my head bitch, but I could already tell that as long as she was willing, she was also going to be my wife for all practical purposes. She could speak for me if I wasn’t around. Melanie was her daughter and I was pretty happy with both of them. As long as they didn’t cause trouble I’d appreciate everyone leaving them alone.

The cunt, well, the cunt was in a lot of trouble. She’d caused a lot of trouble and as much of that trouble as we could collect was going to land on her ass.

By the time we were done with introductions, one of the girls had brought us a hood. Frankly, I was kinda surprised. Gail had a bad tendency to blow off things I told her. I had a bad tendency to beat her ass when she did it, but she’d been doing it for twenty years and I didn’t expect her to change any time soon. It’d be nice, but I wasn’t gonna hold my breath.

The cunt wasn’t very cooperative here either, but that was why I asked for help. Leroy and I just picked her up by her arms and carried her inside, down the halls, and down the stairs into the Dungeon. I asked Melanie to come with us, and I asked Alice to park my car and then join us.

Gail had a couple of girls walking ahead of us to open doors, and it went pretty quickly. Leroy and I took her to a saddle and tied her feet to the nearest corners, then bent her over it and untied her hands and put them in the other corners. We’d both done this before. At no time was the cunt completely loose.

Once she was secured in place, I took her gag out. I had some questions to ask her, but first ... I asked Melanie to go upstairs and ask the first girl she saw for something to write with. And on. I needed to be able to write things down. I told her, if anyone asked why or what or anything else, to say “Larry Wilkins is down in the dungeon waiting for it.”

I told her that anyone she said that to should try to help her, just to get her back down here with me as quickly as possible. If we had to, I could send her out to my car, I had pens and notebooks there, but we should be able to get something from the Crib.

Getting the cunt to talk was a lot of fun. We had so much stuff down in the Dungeon! Most of it was for play, sure, but it could all be used to punish a troublesome whore. I made Alice and Melanie watch, but I didn’t let them do anything to the cunt.

We talked about that. To start with, neither of them had ever actually seen most of the stuff. How could they be trusted to know how to make someone hurt with it but stop short of permanent injury? Besides, someday, they may have to talk about it and I didn’t want them to have to admit doing anything that would get them in trouble. It would be better if they could simply tell the judge “Larry made us watch.”

No, I could show them how to use everything but Leroy and I had to do all the hard work ourselves. Not that I minded, I had a lot of ‘mad’ to get out and the cunt was the source of most of it. She was willing to tell me anything I wanted to know long before I was done demonstrating everything we had down there. That was well and good, sure, but I had to continue on.

The girls needed to see how a spreader bar between a bitch’s knees ensured that her legs stayed open no matter what. They needed to see how a bitch could be strapped face-down to a St. Andrew’s Cross so her back and ass could be whipped, and her pussy was still available if I wanted to whip it, too. So were her tits.

They needed to see that even if a cunt was screaming her desire to do anything I wanted, I had no obligation to stop whipping her. Yeah, I went overboard some. Okay, I went overboard a lot.

It was in a good cause, though. By the time I was ready to stop whipping her, the cunt had no thought left in her mind about resisting me. If I wanted her to do something, she wanted to do it for me. If I had a question, she wanted to answer it as fully and as truthfully as she could, and she wanted to apologize for not knowing everything.

First I got her to accept that she was a cunt, and she would refer to herself as ‘this cunt’. She would introduce herself as ‘a cunt’. If anyone ever heard her use any other name or even any pronouns like ‘I’ or ‘me’, they would whip her until she got it right. If no one was around then she could say whatever she wanted to say, but if it was up to me she’d be gagged whenever no one else was around.

I got her to admit that she loved animals and the best memory of her entire life was getting boned by that dog yesterday. I got her to admit that it was wrong of her to let the dog get away when he was done, without her cleaning him up. She was very sorry that the dog had had to lick his cock clean all by himself. That should have been her licking his cock clean, in thanks for giving her the best fuck of her life.

I had to nudge her pussy with the strap a couple of times, but I even got her to admit that she would love to see that dog again. There would be no reason to tie her down because she’d strip and get on her hands and knees as fast as she could so that he could fuck her again. And, she’d make sure his dick was clean before he got away, too. It didn’t matter whether the dog used her pussy or her ass, as soon as he was done she’d lick his cock clean.

Once we’d established that she would happily fuck dogs whenever she could, whether there was a camera running or not, we could talk about the reason we’d turned her into a dog-fucker.

Alice and Melanie were both horrified with how I was treating the cunt, but we’d talked about that before. Melanie just wanted to play roundball. That cunt had made licking her twat part of the tryouts. VMC’s basketball team wasn’t made up of the best ballplayers at the school. It was made up of the best ballplayers who were willing to lick the coach’s twat on demand.

Completely aside from all the cheating and bribery, she had turned Melanie and all her teammates into lesbian sex slaves. She had done it at her previous schools and been fired for it. She was going to continue to do it in the future, too, if no one stopped her. I didn’t mind two consenting adults doing whatever they wanted in private, but she was coercing young teenagers. As long as no one got hurt except for her, anything I had to do to stop her was completely justified. If my methods just happened to have the result that the cunt became an eager sex slave herself, well, the ends justified the means.

I had Melanie write down her sexual history with the cunt. I didn’t read it, though. I wanted to hear the cunt’s version of that story, first. With a leather slapper gently tapping her twat, she wanted to tell me all about it. She had just admitted that she’d fingered Melanie to a cum a couple of times, but she had never licked Melanie’s pussy when the Dungeon’s door opened and Frank ran down the steps.

Frank was looking for the cunt as well as one of the men who had placed a bet last night. Apparently Tiny had told him that we were holding one of them down there and we’d gotten access to his bank accounts. If he could get some of that money, he could claim it was a gambling payment. If the cunt was down here too, well, he’d get to fuck her while he fucked every one else over.

Frank was NOT looking for Larry Wilkins, who he owed money to. By the time he realized that he was the one who was probably going to get fucked, he was halfway down the stairs. He turned around, but Tiny was leaning against that heavy wooden door at the top of the stairs, saying “Boss, before you fly to Jamaica, why don’t you show Larry your round-trip ticket so he knows you’re going to be here on Tuesday to pay off all those bets?”

Frank turned back to look at all of us down on the floor. Me, Leroy One, Alice, Melanie, and the cunt. “I haven’t bought a return ticket yet. I was gonna do that when I got there before I left the airport.”