Chapter 12: Back to the Dungeon

Okay, where were we? I was trying to teach the cunt to tell the truth when Frank so rudely interrupted us. We all trooped down the stairs into the Dungeon. Sandra was wearing a bathrobe and nothing else, not even flip-flops. She said it was better than being tied to a bed naked. Tiny was going to take Alice and Sandra over to the O’Donald’s house to see if they could get Sandra some clothes to wear, but we had to deal with Frank first.

On our way in I had asked Tiny “Do you know what bank Frank uses?”

“I’ve taken him to several. I’m pretty sure that he uses First National, though.”

“Does that key have a number on it?”

He fished it out of his pocket. “It says “E4372”.

“Is that his box number? I don’t use those things.”

“That’s a pretty high number. It’s probably a code of some kind.”

“So, we gotta get Frank to tell us what his box number is.”

“We can’t get to it until tomorrow.”

“Oh, right. Today’s Sunday. Fine, we can hold Frank until tomorrow. Longer, if he doesn’t want to tell us anything today.”

We got down there, and I nodded at Leroy. “Okay, Frank, we got a bag full of money. That will probably pay off all those bets from last night, so we really ought to let you go. I could use some more money, though, so I was wondering. If you were flying to Jamaica this afternoon, and all your money was in a bag at the bus station, how were you going to pay for your vacation down there? I’m missing something.”

“You got your money. Just let me go.”

“I’m feeling kinda guilty about everything that happened last night. Sure, we were mad at all those girls, but none of it was their fault. They shouldn’t all be turned into sex slaves just because their coach and their parents are cheaters. If I can come up with the money, I really should try to get all those girls free. I don’t care about their parents, they deserve everything they get, and the cunt here is gonna be making other people happy for the rest of her life, but the girls don’t deserve it.”

“I started with my own two. Alice and Melanie both agreed that being my bitch was a better deal than being fuckmeat here at the Crib. They aren’t really free, but it’s a pretty big step up. See, I even got Tiny to untie Sandra and bring her along with him. They just had to change their relationship. She’d rather be his bitch than just fuckmeat, too.”

“It’s gonna take some serious money to get the rest of them free, though. If I can, I really need to buy back the two that Lucy sold to the movie producer. Those are the two I’m worried about the most. The rest of them are still around here somewhere, but those two are gone and if I don’t get them back soon they’ll be dead soon.”

“I don’t care about any of them bitches.”

“Frank, you need to grow a conscience. All those poor innocent girls, being tied down and fucked in every hole when you could help me set them free. Look, why don’t we just take a break and think about it, okay? We’re all tired and will feel better in the morning. We’ll put you to bed and I’ll ask you some more questions tomorrow.”

Well, Frank wasn’t real happy about finding out that his bed for the night was in one of those empty cells. We put a gag in his mouth to stop his complaining and cuffed his hands behind his back so he couldn’t take the gag out, then untied his feet. While we were moving him to his cell I asked “Do you need to pee before we lock you in that cell?”

He nodded a couple of times.

“Sure, we don’t want you to pee in your clothes. We’ll let you pee first.”

So, we took him over to the shower area. I wasn’t about to let his hands free, it would be too much trouble getting them cuffed again. Well, why not?

I had Alice and Melanie undo his belt and drop his pants, then fish his dick out of his shorts and hold it while he peed. Well, he couldn’t pee. Not with two pretty girls fondling his dick!

I wasn’t watching him that much. I was watching my girls, who were having fun playing with Frank’s dick. No wonder he couldn’t pee!

“Ladies, if he can’t pee, you can -gently!- squeeze his balls until his hardon goes away. You don’t want to hurt him. You just want him to understand that you’re not there to suck his dick. You’re just helping him pee.”

They were having fun, though, and they wanted to play with their toy. It was probably the biggest dick they would ever see, and they didn’t have to worry about where it was going. I just sighed and smiled and shook my head. “Go ahead, if you want to.”

They didn’t touch it with anything except their hands, but Frank still got a four-hand job. It didn’t take too long to make him squirt into the shower, then soon enough he could pee. I had them tuck his dick back in his shorts and pull his pants up, and we put him in his cell. Once he was in there I had the girls remove his gag. If he had a cough or something, I didn’t want him to choke. I had them leave it around his neck, though.

I also wanted to make sure he didn’t go anywhere without my say-so, so I opened a new lock and put it on the door. Both keys went in my pocket. Someone could cut the lock, we had to do that pretty often when we lost keys so the locks were pretty cheap. They did the job, though. He wasn’t getting out on his own and nobody else had a key.

While I was at it I looked in the other three cells with their doors locked. Two of them were the girls we’d given to Lucy for the Crib. That made sense. Until they accepted being house pussy, they couldn’t be assigned a room upstairs and there wasn’t anywhere else to put them. They weren’t tied up or gagged, just locked in their cells.

I had four of the girls right there, Melanie and Sandra and those two. The other six were still in the wind, but I’d try to get to them. Lucy’s bitch was going to be a problem, Lucy wasn’t going to want to let her go, but at least I knew where she was.

Melanie spent a couple of minutes talking to the two. She said they were Terri and Kathryn. They were both tall and slender, the normal kind of girl you’d see on a high school basketball team. One of them was the girl whose throat I’d fucked in the gym.

They’d spent half the night fucking and sucking customers, and then got a couple lessons on licking the other whores’ pussies before getting put down here for the night. They’d spent most of the day down here. They’d both been pulled out a couple of times, taken upstairs, and made to fuck someone before being put back in their cells to rest.

I told them that I was over my mad at them, none of this was their fault, and I was working on getting them out of there. I wasn’t sure they’d go free, but whatever happened would be better than being house pussy at a whorehouse.

One of them asked what I meant by house pussy. “What you are. This is a whorehouse. Most of the ladies that work here split what they take in with the house. They suck a dick for $40, and they keep $20 of it. The house gets the other $20. When they are done with their shift they go home.”

“You two, though, are house pussy. You live here. You don’t have any expenses so you don’t need any money. You suck a dick for $40 and the house gets it all. And, whenever the house needs to do someone a favor and fuck or suck them for free, well, the other whores won’t want to lose their money. They’ll come get you two for all the free fucks.”

One of the girls asked “When do we get to eat?” Well, shit.

I sent Leroy up to see if any of the breakfast boxes were still available and get three. He came back down with four, but I said that Frank didn’t need to eat our food. He took one of them back and I got to be the nice guy who gave breakfast to the two girls and the woman in another cell.

Was this day never going to end? I needed to get back to the cunt, who had been tied over a sawhorse right next to Frank this whole time. She was the original reason we were down there. Leroy needed to get back upstairs and do his job but he had to stay and watch the cunt. I couldn’t let him go until the cunt was in her own cell.