Chapter 10

Room 37, she hated that room. She had gone back to it over a dozen times with well over a dozen men. The first had been bad enough, he had taken her back there and then chained her into the most bizarre position, before ravaging her, and then changing her into an even more uncomfortable position, and using a massive dildo on her ass. Thankfully he had lubricated her, and had been at least mildly gentle, while forcing the massive rubber phallus into her bowels.

He then placed a blindfold over her eyes, and gagged her. Next he chained her cuffed ankles to her waist and did the same to her wrists, attaching them behind her, to her bent back ankles. It was beyond any doubt, the most painful 25 minutes of her life to that point.Then came the water, first just a single drop, it struck her in the middle of the scalp, by no mends painfull at least no yet, but then another and anohter. The tiny droplets of water felt like daggers to her skull, she felt like she couldn't get a breath in her lungs, and would suffocate at any moment.

Then, just when she thought that nothing could be worse than the torture she was currently undergoing, it got worse. It was sudden and painful, but it was worse the second time, and the pain increased again and again, as something needle sharp, it seemed, darted the center of her nipple, then bounced back. It pierced her nipple, then a second later another drop of water would pound back into her skull. It was hell, unlike any that can be put into words.

But it was just the beginning, not the end. He then raped her again, making sure that she stayed in position, so that the water, and needle like device continued to do the worst things to her. He then left her for what seemed like an eternity, with his seed flowing across her face, as he had finally shot his second orgasm over her chin, and up her face. She had been left there, with the torture continuing until the very end of her first three hour cycle.

Finally, a strong young man, wearing a silver collar, removed the blindfold from her tearing eyes. She was relieved to see the total stranger. He then removed the gag from her mouth, allowing her to take her first real breath in over an hour. He had already removed the source of the water and the needle, and was now undoing her wrists from her ankles. He then freed her ankles from her hips, and at last she was able to stretch out her limbs. He immediately helped her up from the bed. She noted the clock on the wall had ticked down to just two minutes. On her feet again, she started to fall immediately, her muscles felt like jelly. Her savior caught her, as she collapsed into his arms. He merely scooped her up into his strong arms, and carried her from the room and back to room 0.

She was cleaned thoroughly again, showered, douched, given an enema, and then again made to look her best. It was a cycle that would go on for the next three days of her life. She was dressed in another sexy leather outfit, and sent back to the floor to work the next table.

Table two had not been as bad, only three men had used her, and unbeknownst to Debra, one had been an employee. She had no way of knowing it was now the early morning hours of Friday morning, one of the traditionally slower times for the dungeon. She spent the two hours in her glass cabinet, undisturbed but it was torture standing there. As she had to stand in the tight enclosure on the high heels of her shoes, trying desperately not to lose her balance, and fighting off her need to sleep.

She spent her next cycle on table 3, with only a single master using her, as she was left hanging on the X for almost her entire hour. But then, with only five minutes left of her time, three of the men wearing silver collars approached the X, and took turns using her, with each man forcing her to suck his cock to erection, before raping her cunt. They made comments, as they defiled her, telling her that this was the best perk of the job.

She was finally freed of the X, and returned to room 0, to get ready for the floor again. Thankfully she was given some coffee, and half a bagel to eat, before she was forced back into her glass cabinet.

She stayed there for over an hour, before she noticed someone new enter the dungeon. She watched as he circled the room, inspecting the slaves in the cabinets. Debra had noticed that only three girls now stood in the cabinets, each looking as uncomfortable as her. The new master had quickly looked over the other three slaves in the cabinets, and then moved his inspection onto the poor slaves now working the tables. No contractors were currently working the floor, but then Debra hadn't seen anyone on this shift in the cabinet, except this master, and the employees who worked feverishly to clean the room and tables, back to its immaculate status.

The new Master came back to her cabinet, and simply opened the door, then walked to door 37. His torture was mild, compared to that of her first master, but still being hung upside down from the ceiling, your arms strapped behind your back in a sleeve, while a man paddles your ass and breasts was no picnic either. She thought that she would pass out from the ordeal, until he finally lowered her far enough to allow him to rape her in the ass. When he finished, he made a comment about the lower quality of the slaves in the dungeon these days, and then left her there, his semen filling her bowels for the remainder of her time in the cycle.

She hung there, her head forced over to the side, observing the clock on the wall, counting down the minutes. She took the time to observe the room, much like the main hall, it too was beautiful, with wood doors and trim, elegant rugs on the tile floor that her face was now forced into it. She took note of the many ropes, chains, whips, clamps, cuffs, spreader bars and other various bondage gear, neatly hung in the closet that had been left open. Inside the closet was also a smaller set of stocks and saw horses. With six minutes left, an employee came in and lowered her to the floor, before untying her legs from the chains. She was further humiliated by him groping her breasts, before he freed her arms from the sleeve. He smiled as he pinched her left nipple, and said "Good, at least your's are natural." and helped her to her feet.

She was again led to room 0 be cleaned up and put back on the floor. Her time at table four was again a painful experience, but she was witness to the horrors of the circle, as she hung there, waiting for what was to come next. A slave, who Debra had seen earlier in one of the cabinets, was led to the circle, where she was chained to chains from the ceiling, a chunk of wood was forced in her mouth, as she cried out pitifully. She was next whipped by a master, for what seemed like forever, and then by an employee. The whips leaving whelp's across her back, she was sweating and crying under the assault.

Debra was released and taken back to the room, after having only been used twice on table four. After her cleanup, she was placed back in her cabinet, where she observed the slave still being whipped. A speaker in the top of her cabinet, then announced that she had received the 100 swats the Master who she had refused an order given to her, and that she would now be punished by the grand master. Debra watched in horror, as a large box was rolled onto the stage, the box was opened then spun around the room for all to see. Inside the box was thousands of small needles lining the walls. The box was then wheeled around the still suspended slave. Then to Debra's horror, the box was closed on the suspended women, the look of pain on the slave's face spoke of her unbelievable torture.

Then, when the box had been locked into place, she heard an announcement from outside on the floor. "Pour in the salt." Two employees appeared at the box, holding hoses. They aimed the hoses into the air, and pulled the triggers. A mist shot from the hoses. The shots were brief, but showed the fine mist of salt to all in attendance. Next the men placed the hoses into two holes in the sides of the box, and then they pulled the triggers. The slaves eyes shot even wider open in pain, as the salty mist was sprayed all over her body.

Debra couldn't even begin to imagine the pain that the woman must be feeling, as she watched in horror as the woman suffered. Then still shocked by the cruelty that she had observed, she almost vomited, when she saw the slaves arms go slack, as the chains holding her arms were lowered. The woman's eyes again grew large from the pain, and then closed, as she passed out from the torture. The commanding voice of the grand master then boomed across the speaker in her cabinet.