CHAPTER THREE
THE DUNGEON
The building must have been used as a warehouse and I could see that the huge
cellar was aptly called a dungeon and appeared to have been split into numerous
cells connected by a rabbit warren of passages. I was led along one of them, I
lost count of the grilled steel doors, each with a number, that we passed before
we emerged into a large dingy chamber, about 100ft square. I gulped. Around the
walls and on the floor were manacles of all kinds, countless whips and knives
hung from the walls, cages hung from the high ceiling and in the centre of the
room was a mediaeval style rack. "Welcome to the Torture Chamber, our play room"
said the women, "this is where we enjoy ourselves when slaves prove to be
disobedient. We always like to show it to new recruits to give them something to
look forward to." They pulled me through another door and down another long
passage before stopping outside of Cell 3109. "Here we are, slut, enjoy your new
home"
One of the women sorted through the bunch of keys hanging from her waist,
selected one and opened the door. The room, in contrast to the brightly lit
passage was gloomily illuminated with just one light fitting and, as everywhere
else in the building, it was windowless, the walls that I could see were
whitewashed brick and the floor was concrete. They beckoned me to enter and
kneel down on all fours. One of the women said "As a daily routine each slave is
given twenty lashes to remind it of its status. We shall administer them now and
you shall count. If you get it wrong we'll start again until you get it right!"
With that my daily discipline was despatched and I just had enough awareness to
count correctly. Unfortunately this day had one more twist. I thought that I was
going to be allowed to collapse in a heap on the floor and go to sleep but they
ordered me to stand and led me over to one of the walls that I had not glimpsed
through the doorway. Hanging from it were a set of chains and shackles, they
stood me against it with my back to the wall and padlocked a short chain to my
slave collar. Then, in a sequence with which I have become very well acquainted,
my wrists and ankles were unlocked from my slave chains and transferred to those
hanging from the wall. I had most certainly been accurately measured because
they stretched my limbs just enough to leave my body uncomfortably spreadeagled.
"Sleep well" they laughed as they left my cell and slammed the door shut. I
heard the keys turn in the lock and listened to the clicks of their heels
diminish as they walked back along the passage.
As my eyes slowly focussed in the gloom it appeared that I was not alone! I
could see the glint of light on patent leather and there, chained to the wall
opposite, was another slave! I shouted out but did not receive a reply and then
I eventually saw why. The wall opposite was covered in a mirror and I was just
looking at myself. Not only was I left hanging in total discomfort, I had to
watch it too.
I was so exhausted that, despite the intense pain I was in, I quickly fell
asleep. I had not seen daylight since that Friday afternoon and had no idea what
time it was or what day it was. The only clue that I had had was the growth of
stubble on my chin! I woke several times only to fall asleep again until I was
awoken by the sound of a cell door slamming somewhere along the passageway. I
heard the rattling of chains, voices, the door slamming again, the sound of
heels retreating along the passageway and then silence.
I was now fully awake and although the pain from my whippings flooded through
my stretched body I was more aware of my aching feet! Standing on concrete in
5in high heels for hours on end is no joke but I must admit that it was a very
erotic sensation.
As if that was not enough, the realization that the platinum blonde girl I could
see, sexily dressed in shiny black leather high heel thigh boots, scanty PVC
clothing and hanging in chains from the wall was me and transported me to tranny
heaven!
I mused about the predicament that I was in and, at long last after all that
had happened I now finally had time to think things through. Just a few hours
ago I was an ordinary bloke with an ordinary job living a very ordinary life
with an unusual hobby. What would happen to the house and my property? What
would happen when I am reported missing? How did I end up here and what on earth
is my future? My thoughts turned to Judy and her role in these cataclysmic
events. All these questions raced through my brain over and over again.
