Chapter Three
Robin stumbled to his knees in the cold dungeon. Hard rock cut into his flesh. Girlish fingers removed the blindfold, but left the rest of the shackles on. His heart pounded; his bobbing c**k betrayed his humiliating need.
A small room lit with a single bulb served as an antechamber to the strange and frightening world that lay below him. A narrow stone staircase dropped into darkness. And there was a gatekeeper, the mistress of this dungeon.
The gatekeeper was a flame-haired temptress with piercing green eyes, wearing a micro-length red leather miniskirt and matching red fishnet hose under knee high red leather stiletto-heeled boots. Her thick, red lipstick gave her a pouty, yet demanding mouth. Around her neck she wore a studded leather collar. Her tight yellow tank top
