Chapter 11: Into the Dragon, Into the Fire

Bernadette was having trouble breathing as she lay naked on the stone floor. She was freezing and the pain in her head was intolerable. The consistent banging inside her head would not stop. There was something clamped tightly around her neck. She was stretched out and it felt like something was attached to her ankle. Her hands were bound behind her back and she was face down. She could smell sulfur mixed with concrete and the floor beneath her was slick with an oily substance. The air around her was cold and damp. Her best guess was a basement or a dungeon. When she was finally awake enough to think clearly it dawned on her that water was dripping on the back of her head. No other voices or sounds, just the constant dripping of water.

The last thing she remembered was biting down on Duncan’s cock. Not because she was angry or trying to, it was involuntary. She couldn’t make sense of it. She had once read about something called “meige syndrome” in a neurological magazine. A rare form of dystonia which causes involuntary and forceful contractions of the muscles of the jaw, tongue, and eyes. Another possibility was something called “awake bruxism” which can be caused by anxiety, stress, anger, frustration or tension. None of which were the description of sucking dick. The last thing she remembered seeing was his shaved belly and then his ass, which was odd to her. He didn’t seem like the type to shave his belly or his ass.

At any rate, here she was, face down, naked, freezing, chained down, with a massive headache. This was not at all like she thought her first Monday back at Duncan Enterprises would go.

“They moved her again, this time into the Dragon,” the man whispered into the phone.

“What about Duncan?”

“He’s expected to make a full recovery. Not even a skin break,” he replied.

“Fucker. He’ll get his. Can we expedite her removal?” asked One.

“Yes, but it will be at least a day before we can get in there. And then we have to find her,” he replied.

“Will she last that long? Isn’t that thing on a timer?”

“That’s what we believe. She’s strong, but I don’t know if she can withstand the Dragon that many times over the course of even a day without a break. It depends on the moisture on the surface and her resistance. If she knew there was someone coming, she would probably last much longer, but as far as we know that’s not possible. Gotta go.”

The line went dead. One immediately called a meeting and a plan was created.

Bernadette had fallen asleep and was in the middle of her recurring dream. This time she was inside a mansion serving drinks at a dinner party. All of the wait staff were dressed in black pants with white shirts or blouses except her. Bernadette was naked and serving drinks on a silver platter wearing only red high heels. The problem was with the heels. They were round, as was the bottom of her tiny shoes that barely fit over her feet. She was attempting to walk around and serve the drinks, but a short native man was whipping her as she tried to walk. Not only was she having difficulty walking, but he was whipping her in the most bizarre places on her body, like directly behind her knees, or inside of her thighs, or underneath her boobs, or inside her armpits. It was always a different spot and it would happen when she least expected it. The entire crowd was pointing and laughing at her as the little man followed her around whipping her. Finally, she fell on her face, sprawled out in the middle of the floor. When she looked up, all the people were pointing and laughing, except now they were all tiny native people from the island of her previous dream and they all had whips.

She woke for the third time with a start to the sound of a massive chain dragging across the floor in front of her. It was dark. The chain was attached to the thick metal collar on her neck and the chain began to pull forward, dragging her across the room on the floor face down. She winced as her bare body moved along the slick slimy stone floor, her nipples feeling every nook and cranny in between the stone flooring. She was pulled up and over a mound that dropped into a pit. Now her ass was lifted up in the air and her face was almost directly down, as if she would be looking directly across at her toes. The “hump” she was laid over was split on the back side so that her legs were spread extremely wide and tight. Her head dangled freely over a massive cavernous hole, possibly a room, underneath. Her tits swung freely until a whirring sound began as if it were winding up. Suddenly, her tits were sucked into two devices mounted on each side of her. The suction was strong enough to pull her tits directly opposite each other by attaching to her nipples. Next, she felt thick meaty fingers probing her ass cheeks and pulling them apart as something began penetrating her rear. It was fleshy and slender at first but immediately began to grow thick. It quickly filled her ass. Another similar probe entered her pussy and the two alternated their jabs slowly. Her hair was pulled and a third probe entered her mouth. This probe was thick and smelled like sweaty balls. It penetrated her mouth slowly at first, but gained momentum as the others began to sync with each other. Soon, all three probes were jabbing and stimulating her orifices and she was having difficulty focusing. Something that felt like a thick wet cock was placed in her hands, still cuffed behind her. She could also feel wet meaty slick things slithering between each of her toes as the pulse of everything began to feel and sound like a massive heartbeat echoing below her. Even the devices sucking her nipples were in tune with the probes in her mouth, pussy, and ass, along with the dick in her hands and whatever was sliding between her toes.