Erotic Short Stories: Rough and Wild

Story Five - Dungeon Master Pt. 2

Twenty-Four Hour Slave Girl

I had met him before, but he didn't remember me. I hadn't really expected him to, that's why I dared to come here and be one of the "women". I dyed my hair blonde back then purposely to disguise myself. No, not from Dungeon Master, but it helped me to hide from him too. Or at least hide the fact that we had met before and where. I needed to stay anonymous. In fact, that was the whole reason I was here. I needed money to run again, this time far away.

Dungeon Master used to go into the coffee shop where I worked. He would order a black coffee and sit in the back. Men would meet him there. The first time I overheard their conversation, it was an accident. I was taking my break, leaning against the wall, getting off my feet for a few minutes. He began giving the guys a run-down of his operation. He called them "The Rules". The girls agree about certain things, and he expected the guys to fall in line as well. It was the first time I had ever heard the term b**m. I googled it later. I m*********d for the first time watching some of those scenes.

Dungeon Master would come in periodically and sit in the corner discussing things. It was always different men. I soon learned that they paid a fee for going into Dungeon Master's dungeon. The girls, conversely, were paid to be there. When I learned that daddy dearest was looking for me, I realized I needed a way to make some quick money.

Maybe it was stupid of me to go there as a virgin. I found Dungeon Master extremely hot for an older guy. I mean he wasn't old, maybe mid to late twenties. He had dark blond hair and green eyes that could see into your soul. Not that I ever looked into his eyes. I was too shy to engage him beyond, 'How would you like your coffee.' I already knew, but it wouldn't do for me to act like I remembered him each and every time he came in.

How could I forget him? He wore these skin-tight t-shirts that showed off his abs and he had biceps to die for. His hands were like a work of art. Strong and rough with large veins running across the backs. Hand porn, anyone? So I had a thing for him. Did I pray a lot that he would be the 'one'? Abso-f*****g-lutely.

When I signed up to be a dungeon girl, he asked me lots of questions. I lied to him about half the time. Did I have any limits? Nope. --But hell yeah I did. I just couldn't be honest. Do you think he'd let me be there if I told him I'd never even seen a p***s before in real life? Again, nope.

I watched him in the mirror as he popped my cherry. I couldn't tell if he was pissed or ecstatic. I'm a little worried either way. I did tell the truth to him about my anal virginity because I was super worried about that. He paid me extra and said he would take it himself. I guess that was supposed to reassure me and it did a little. But isn't that an exit only? I'm not sure what the hoopla is all about for anal s*x, but I guess I'll find out tonight.

Then there was the guy who put his d**k in my mouth. That was a super weird experience. I'm glad he ended up doing all the work because I had no idea what to do with it when it was in my face like that. He got mad when I scraped him with my teeth but Dungeon Master calmed him down a little. Then he came back over to finish in my mouth. c*m does not taste good. I can feel it coating my throat even now.

Dungeon Master finished inside me, and I'm worried about that too. It was another thing I lied about, being on birth control. I simply couldn't afford the doctor's appointment and the medicine. I work my ass off and still live paycheck to paycheck. I plan to make a run to the pharmacy for the morning after pill. If I get the generic version, I might have just enough until the money goes through from this gig. Or maybe I'll just take my chances. The idea that I might kill a baby is not a good feeling.

One thing that the Dungeon Maser did that I'm really surprised about was making sure I had an orgasm. After he got over his surprise, he reached forward and played with my c**t. He thrummed it like an instrument. I turned off the part of my mind that had a d**k in my mouth and I focused on what D.M. was doing to me. And holy f*****g hell, it was magical. So much better than my own fingers.If it bothered me about the obvious reason why he was so good at that particular skill...well let's just say I had no right to be bothered. I came here under false pretenses, sort of, and I wasn't under any illusion that he'd keep me forever. I was on my own, just like always.

After my mom died a couple of years ago, I was left with my step-father. Yes, I had daddy issues, but not the worst kind. I ran away before he could make me his next punching bag, or worse. And I had to keep running. I heard he was looking for me. The first time, I was just sixteen and still in high school. I had to drop out when I ran across town where he wouldn't find me easily. I changed my appearance and got two jobs, so I could get off the street. I live in a run-down efficiency apartment. I keep my head down and stay out of trouble, but I saw an acquaintance from my old neighborhood recently. Apparently, dear old dad heard I was still in town and was running down leads to find me. I guess I could thank my lucky stars that he was stupid. I'd been gone two yeas now. Just another thing I lied to DM about. I was eighteen, not twenty. He never asked for ID. He wasn't going to 1099 me or anything. This place was strictly off book and that's why it was perfect.

I thought of Dungeon Master and the women he brought to his dungeon. How many did he f**k? Did he always participate or did he sometimes just watch? He seemed like the kind of guy that was involved and didn't leave things to chance. It's why he met with the men first before inviting them here. It was illegal as hell to have a s*x club in this county, hell, probably even in this state. I didn't know all the ins and outs and I didn't care. I was only here for the money.

Okay, that's a lie too. I was here for a chance to be with DM. He never would have looked at me twice on the street. I dressed up in a way I never had before to come here. Sure, I bought the dress at a thrift shop, but I scoured three different ones before I found the perfect, 'f**k me' dress. I even splurged on a little mascara and lip gloss to complete my appearance as a worldly girl instead of some nerdy bookworm.

Which I most definitely am. In my downtime, I read everything I can get my hands on. I went to the library a lot to get my fix. I'm into fiction, mostly romantic fiction, but I love a good mystery as well. I got my GED online at the library too. I'm not going to be poor for the rest of my life. I have plans. Goals. With the money I'm making tonight I'll be able to take some classes, maybe further my education, get a better job. I just need to get through the night.

After I got over the shock of being slapped on both ends, DM let me loose from the table. I was a little stiff, and I had c*m running down my thighs. I was about to go for a bottle of water when DM came back with a warm cloth that he placed between my thighs.

"I'm going to get rid of these guys. I want you all to myself. Just go with me on this, okay?" he whispered. I stared at him like he'd grown three heads. WTF?

I'm pretty sure I gaped like a fish for a minute. He finished wiping me up and showed me the cloth. I could see streaks of red and pink staining it. I know I was blushing when he said, "You're going to tell me about this when they are gone."

Holy s**t balls. His voice was husky but brooked no argument. I honestly couldn't get any words out of my mouth. I just nodded at him and dared to look at his face. I saw a tenderness there that I hadn't expected. He helped me put on a robe I hadn't noticed before that he must have grabbed when he brought the cloth.

"She's uttered her safe-word," DM called out to the other men. d**k-in-my-face-guy, started to grumble. DM went over to smooth things over with him. The other fella, the guy with the whip, came over to me.

"Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of marking you. You should have told him you were a virgin. Things might have been different." He said softly before he walked off calling goodbye to DM.

How did he know? Did he see the marks on the cloth or was it something else?

Finally, the other guy left also. I don't know what DM said to him because I was too busy freaking out. What would he do now?

DM came back to me and took my hand. He began to lead me away from the main dungeon area and to a door that I hadn't noticed before. It was painted the same color as the walls, so it blended in, which I guess was the point.

He unlocked it and led the way inside, flicking a light switch as he went. We entered a very nice apartment. There was a small kitchen, a living room with a TV and a king-sized bed on the opposite wall. This place was about the size of my apartment but way nicer.

"Would you like a drink?" DM asked.

"Yes. Water please." I answered as he led me to a sofa before walking over to the mini-fridge.

He brought the water bottle over to me and opened the top before handing it to me.

He sat beside me, too close, and said, "Tell me what a virgin is doing in my s*x club?"