The Dungeon Collection: Positive Reinforcement
by MechaBlade
"And while you're down there, can you take Desiree back to her cell?" Falcon asked Gabriel. Gabriel nodded and took the naked woman by the wrist.
On his way to Block 3, Gabriel checked out Desiree's body. The black woman, while quite skinny, had a bit of a bounce to her ass and he found himself craving anal sex. He stopped walking and the Slut stood patiently as he poked his index finger up her asshole and, sensing a gooey moisture, withdrew it. Seeing his finger covered in cum and santorum, Gabriel frowned. He thought that Falcon wasn't into anal sex. He wiped his slimy finger on her backside. He didn't feel like taking sloppy seconds.
Right next to Desiree's cell was Daphne and Tia's cell. Since Desiree's cellmate was out at the moment, Gabriel decided he would fuck one of her neighbor's asses. Whose ass he couldn't decide at the moment, so he asked Desiree to pick one.
"Who should you fuck, sir? I don't know, sir."
"Well, which girl do you think has a better ass? Daphne or Tia?" Gabriel asked. "Turn around girls." Tia and Daphne turned around, Tia showing off her white thong and Daphne her tight black miniskirt.
Daphne's mouth opened in angry surprise, but she quickly put on a smile and walked with Gabriel as he locked Desiree back in her cell. He brought Daphne to a small room furnished with a table and little else.
"Take off all your clothes and bend over the table." Gabriel pulled out a ruler as Daphne removed her skirt, top, and shoes. He took off his jacket and threw it in the corner. He now wore only jeans and shoes.
Daphne bent over the table, the ends of her blonde-streaked long brown hair touching the fine polished wood. Fierce grey eyes stared directly at the wall as she awaited the inevitable pain. Gabriel flipped the ruler a few times between his fingers.
"After each stroke you shall say, 'Harder, Master Gabriel,' no matter how hard the hit. I will stop when I am satisfied. Understand?"
"Yes, Master Gabriel," the well-trained prostitute answered. Gabriel lightly smacked her bottom with the wooden ruler. "Harder, Master Gabriel." It wasn't too bad. His next stroke, however, was pretty hard. Her eyes began to water already. "Harder, Master Gabriel." The next series of hits tested not only her talents as a Prostitute to stand still and repeat her lines, but her ability as a human being to withstand pain without passing out. She was screaming and sobbing by the time Gabriel found himself nearly satisfied.
"Aaaugh! H-h-harder, M-m-master Gabriel," she blubbered, her ass beet red with welts. Tears streamed down her face as she gripped the table.
"What are you crying about?" he demanded. "I haven't even touched your cunt or your shithole yet!" He slapped her ass with the ruler again.
"Eiiii!" she screamed. "H-h-h... H-h-h..." Gabriel couldn't wait for her to finish. He used the ruler again. She sobbed, no longer able to form words. He gave one last weak smack and dropped the ruler. The raging lust had taken over. He sprung himself free of his jeans and slid into her asshole. Though it hurt to take a dick in her ass without lube, Daphne welcomed an end to the hellacious spanking she had been receiving. Thoroughly aroused, Gabriel only took a few minutes to approach orgasm. He grabbed her by the back of the head and slammed her head into the table before he delivered the finishing thrusts to her shitter.
"Ffffffffuck!" he yelled, unloading his seed into her colon.
Daphne lay bent over the table, her pain subsiding but her anger building. Why had Desiree picked her? Surely she had been at the Dungeon long enough to know of Gabriel's sadistic ways. Why didn't she pick Tia? Maybe it was a Black-White thing.
Fuck Desiree, she thought, her ass still burning from Gabriel's abuse. She had always mistrusted Desiree, but now she had a reason to hate her. I'll get her back. We'll see how much she likes that.
* * *
"Did you have a nice flight, Mr. Wolfe?" Seven asked the well-dressed fat man. His associate, Barnes, rarely spoke and Seven saw no point in directing the question towards him.
"Yeah," Wolfe answered. He looked antsy, what with his sweaty forehead and his itchy pudgy fingers scratching at the air. Ever since the plane had taken off he had eagerly anticipated this evening's delights.
"Don't worry," Seven assured, "we have a couple girls that I think you'll find rather appealing."
"Do you have them identical twins we had last time?"
Seven sucked his teeth. "We sold Joan and Jane a couple months ago. I hope you'll find Daphne and Tia sufficient." He brought his clients to a well-furnished room with a high ceiling. In the room were several lights, a chest of drawers, a nightstand, a few mirrors on the wall, chairs, and a couple of king-size beds. Across the room was the bathroom door. And right in the center of the room stood Daphne and Tia, Daphne in her black miniskirt with a backless pink top, and the curvaceous Tia wearing a white thong bikini. Wolfe smiled lustfully as they entered the room. Even Barnes began to smirk.
"This is nice," Wolfe said. "Yeah, they're downright gorgeous, they are. Hmm..." Wolfe's smile dropped a little as he looked at the two women. He looked at Barnes, who then whispered something in his ear. Wolfe turned to Seven and said quietly, "The white one's nice, but do you have another girl who's a little, uh, skinnier?" Tia, although she could hear everything, didn't stop smiling. She was disappointed that her guest wasn't pleased with her, but she was used to every aspect of her body being evaluated and critiqued.
Seven nodded. Most slaves at the Dungeon were either thin or supermodelesque skinny. A few average, or in Tia's case, voluptuous women were kept on hand for diversity. "Yeah, let me go get one. Tia. Come with me."
Barnes whispered into Wolfe's ear again. Wolfe took Seven aside again. "Do you got another black one?"
"I got just the thing," Seven responded. He took Tia back to her cell. Tia was the only black Prostitute they had, so he would have to find Wolfe a Slut or a lower-level girl. Prostitutes were preferred for guests because of their advanced training, but Seven had no choice. Luckily, he had just what Wolfe was looking for.
Desiree may have only been a Slut, but she was a smart, obedient Slut who would likely make Prostitute someday. Plus, she was skinny and African American. Perfect.
As Seven brought Desiree into the room, Wolfe's eyes grew wide with desire as Daphne's eyes narrowed with displeasure. Daphne was still pissed at Desiree. The ass welts that Gabriel gave her had lasted an entire week and she placed the blame for her misfortune squarely on Desiree.
"Is this satisfactory?" Seven asked. Wolfe nodded, almost literally drooling. "Splendid. When you're done, just give the operator a ring." Seven gestured to the telephone on the nightstand. Wolfe made no sign of acknowledgement, but Seven knew he was an experienced guest and needed no further instruction. He left the room, closing the door.
"Looks like you two are ours for the next few hours," Wolfe said. Overnight stays could be arranged, but Wolfe and Barnes had meetings to attend. As usual, the two men would fuck a couple slaves, tend to their business obligations and sleep at a local hotel. And they would repeat this schedule over the next few days before flying back home to their wives, where the men would complain about how "boring" their business trip was.
The girls giggled and smiled, and Wolfe and Barnes went straight for Desiree and Daphne respectively, stripping off their few garments. They sucked on their titties and fingered their cunts, warming up their libidos for the fuck session that was about to begin.
Wolfe was loving Desiree. He had never fucked a black girl before, except for a couple of blowjobs from resident hookers. This girl was no ordinary streetwalker. Her beautifully smooth skin and delicately sculpted face made her look like a true lady. She looked like one of the women in those rap videos that his kids were always watching. His fingers drifted all over her body, poking and prodding, checking which areas were brown and which were pink. Desiree waited patiently until he had satisfied his curiosity, kneeling when he gleefully pushed her head down to his crotch.
Barnes was quite pleased as well. Daphne was a skilled prostitute: a true "pro" in both senses of the word. She moaned, licking her lips as Barnes licked and squeezed her tits and ass; and before he could even gesture towards his hardening dick, Daphne dropped to her knees, freed it from the confines of his trousers and stuck it in her mouth.
Whereas Desiree was skilled at giving blowjobs--Wolfe certainly had no complaints at the moment--Daphne was a Prostitute, and thus trained to be God's gift to dicks. She slurped Barnes's tool expertly, mercilessly deepthroating him and squeezing his balls all the while. She paused, holding his dickhead in her mouth as she trailed her index finger across his perineum towards his asshole. He stood still watching her, too much in ecstasy to resist. She continued south, watching his face for a reaction. He finally winced as she touched the edge of his rim, giving her the signal to steer clear of his asshole. She gave his balls one good, long suck and went back to sucking on his dick. He breathed a sigh of relief.
It took a lot of effort, but Wolfe pulled Desiree's face away from his crotch. "I don't want to put my load in your mouth just yet, girl," he explained. Desiree stood up and climbed on the bed while Wolfe removed his shoes and pants. He laid back on his bed, watching Daphne attempt to suck out Barnes's soul through his dick. Desiree straddled Wolfe's overweight body and used her hand to guide his cock into her warm cunt. Once this was accomplished, she rocked back and forth on her customer and moaned.
Barnes, seeing Wolfe had began to fuck already, touched Daphne's face, causing her to look up and await further instruction. Barnes merely glanced at Wolfe again and Daphne knew what to do. She invited him to sit on the bed, and he complied. Then she turned away from Barnes, bent all the way over and spread her asscheeks.
"Where do you want it, lover?" Daphne asked, pussy glistening and asshole winking at him.
Barnes swallowed. "Your pussy, then your ass."
Daphne pulled Barnes's pants down to his ankles and stood up on the bed, facing away from Barnes. Without using her hands to steady herself or guide his dick, she squatted down onto his dick in one swoop. "Oh Christ," Barnes cried out. He slapped Daphne's ass and she moaned.
The girls moaned and yelped while riding their men hard. Wolfe slid his hand behind Desiree and slipped his ring finger up her ass. Desiree just furrowed her eyebrows, feeling his wedding band half embedded in her anus. While Barnes always removed his wedding ring before fucking other women, Wolfe enjoyed getting his band dirty by sinking it into the privates of the whores and sex slaves he fucked, and then later touching his wife with the soiled ring by lovingly stroking her face with his hand. The fact that she appreciated this gesture despite its hidden disrespectful intentions made him feel incredibly powerful. He wiggled his ring finger and let out a pleased growl.
Barnes was trying not to moan--he was afraid he might let out a feminine noise in front of his older and more experienced co-worker--but he could not prevent himself from whispering, "Yeah, fuck, yeah," as Daphne moved her ass backwards and forwards, to and fro, clockwise and counter on his dick.
Sensing him quite hard, Daphne lifted herself off of Barnes and then immediately sank back down, this time with her asshole stretching around his member. She slowly impaled her ass all the way down on his dick. She gasped, "Huhhh," as she felt all of his length inside her ass. She then began to undulate her hips on his dick once more.
She had speared herself anally on his dick without using her hands, not even to balance herself. With this amazing exhibition of talent, Barnes couldn't suppress a high-pitched cry of ecstatic approval. But he was too excited to be embarrassed at his effeminate moan. He held on for a few seconds and then exploded into her ass. Daphne rocked on his dick until he appeared to finish cumming, then she sat on the bed and began sucking him back to life.
Wolfe was close, too. He was now eating Desiree's ass while she sucked him off, fingering her cunt and asshole when his mouth wasn't pressed up against her hind parts. He grunted and shot his seed into her mouth. Desiree promptly swallowed.
Wolfe lied on the bed on the moment, catching his breath and waiting for his dick to recuperate. He looked over at Barnes and noticed how wide Daphne's legs were apart. Wolfe always liked to sample every girl in the room, so he walked over to the end of Barnes's bed and aligned his hardening dick with Daphne's ass. Barnes appeared to be enjoying Daphne's mouthwork too much to care what Wolfe did, so Wolfe began feeding his dick into Daphne's asshole. Desiree watched them from the other bed, wondering when and how to join in.
Although Wolfe was only semi-hard, Daphne's anus was still slightly agape from Barne's dick, so Wolfe was able to slide his dick in with ease. Feeling Daphne's jerking head movements, Barnes opened his eyes and noticed his boss taking Daphne from behind. But instead of being turned off or possessive, Barnes felt a bit of extra excitement sharing a woman with the man he so respected. He had never shared a girl before and he was pleased that his first time was going to be with Wolfe.
Daphne took both dicks in stride, being the expert fuckslut she was, and only had slight trouble when both men began thrusting their hips, disturbing her rhythm. When this happened, she pulled her head up, letting Barnes's hard dick fall from her mouth.
Desiree took this chance to slide over to the side of the bed, grab Barnes's dick, and aim it towards her mouth. Before Barnes's dick could grace her tongue, however, Daphne pushed Desiree away and took the hard dick into her own mouth. Desiree fell to the floor and looked at Daphne in anger and confusion. Daphne was really enjoying her two lovers and didn't want Desiree to split up the fun. But mostly, Daphne didn't want to accept any help pleasing her man from Desiree. She was talented enough to satisfy many men at once. Letting Desiree suck Barnes's cock would undermine Daphne's sexual proficiency.
Barnes started to protest, but was silenced as Desiree took all of his long cock into her throat. She hummed and squeezed her throat, eased up off of his cock to catch a breath, and deepthroated him again.
"Scheisse," muttered Barnes.
Wolfe wiped sweat from his forehead, and continued slamming his cock into Daphne's backside. It felt like she was milking his dick with her asshole: her pink pucker tightened around his dick as he withdrew it and opened wide when he thrust it back inside her warm bowels.
Both men were ramming their tools into Daphne's thin body, but she took it all, moaning, sucking and bucking her way to an orgasm. She came, yelling and whimpering. Desiree sat on the floor and stroked her cunt, watching the two businessmen and their expensive whore fuck. She was pissed at Daphne, but even she was impressed when Daphne managed to make both men cum at the same time. She took both of their gifts into her body: one in her ass, and the other in her stomach, only to join the former a few hours later.
***
Wolfe and Barnes came back several more times that weekend and while they thoroughly enjoyed Desiree, both raved about Daphne's talents. Wolfe told Seven that he was going to try to schedule another nearby business meeting that quarter so he could visit the Dungeon again.
This was great news for the men at the Dungeon. A lot of the Dungeon's profits came from underground pornography and from the sale of trained slaves, but the largest chunk of money came from visiting clients that wanted to get their rocks off with the finest prostitutes in the country. Every year hundreds of affluent men used the Dungeon's stock, and they paid handsomely to do so.
Indeed, the Dungeon's committee was pleased with Daphne and Desiree's results, and when Prostitutes did an especially good job the men liked to reward them. The men had learned that the positive reinforcement of small gifts from the men was as effective and necessary as punishment in the form of beatings and gang rapes.
Ordinarily, Sluts like Desiree would not be entitled to gifts. However, her good work with such important clientele was worthy of recognition; although the fact that a Slut was receiving benefits usually reserved for Prostitutes did cause some confusion among the men. The fact that "Slut" and "Prostitute" were synonyms didn't help matters any.
So the men asked Desiree what she would like and she gave a typical response for a Prostitute in her position: alcohol. The men consented.
Daphne's request was much more unique:
"I want to rape her ass," she told Seven through her cell bars. "With the biggest strap-on you have." She added, "Master."
"You can't do that," Seven told her flatly. "Name something else."
"I want to rape her!" she said angrily, but still watching her tone.
"No," Seven told her, ignoring her inappropriate anger and the fact that she was addressing him without using an honorific.
"Why not? We get to rape lower levels all the time. Tess did it a few weeks ago, Master."
"Desiree is being rewarded, that's why."
"She shouldn't be! I did all the work, Master. She can't suck cock for shit, Master. Plus, Master, she's just a Slut and I'm a Pro."
Seven rubbed his brow. It was true that Wolfe and Barnes gave Daphne great marks and that Prostitutes were often allowed special toys and special visits with Sluts, Toys and Slaves. But wouldn't it be unfair to Desiree to schedule a special ravishing after she had done so well?
Seven eventually agreed to Daphne's request. Desiree would still be rewarded with her alcohol. And it wasn't like the men were going to fuck her, it would be another slave. Plus, there was nothing sexier than a slave dominating another slave.
The next day, Stone went with Seven to deliver Daphne's equipment. She was given a harness with a special peg for attaching a strap-on. As she tried it on, she looked at the anal dildo she was handed with dissatisfaction. It was long, sure, but not nearly thick enough.
"This is too small, Masters. I want the biggest one you got."
"Daphne, you can't have the biggest one," answered Stone. "It's meant to be tight on women who regularly engage in anal fisting. We've never even used our largest one. Anyway, it will never fit."
"Give me the second biggest then, Master."
"Look," Seven said, "You can use whatever you can shove up your own ass." Stone smiled at Seven's fantastic idea. He opened his briefcase of strap-on dildos of various sizes.
Daphne looked them over. "That one, Master!" She pointed to a dildo that was approximately three inches in diameter.
"That's pretty big," Stone said, handing it to Daphne. "Do you think you can take it?" Daphne said nothing, removing the harness and taking Stone's offering of petroleum jelly. She lubed up her asshole quickly and squatted, pushing the head of the large dildo up against her asshole. She breathed and braced for it. She was trained to take large objects up her ass and she knew whatever was a tight fit for her would be quite painful for Desiree, who had no formal training in anal sex.
"Muaagh. Unggh. Mmmmff." Daphne slowly forced the large object up her rectum. She made steady progress until it was about halfway in. Stone and Seven watched eagerly to see if she would accomplish her sadomasochistic task. Embracing pain so that she could deliver pain. "Hurrrrmph."
When Daphne got the dildo three-quarters deep into her own ass, the men found this satisfactory and allowed her to use that dildo. Stone asked if she wanted to try a size higher, but she declined.
Meanwhile, Paulsen and Palmer walked to Desiree's temporary cell, which was in a different block from her cell. She had been sent there the night before so as not to ruin the surprise.
"What's the bottle for?" Palmer asked, seeing a small whiskey bottle in Paulsen's back pocket.
"Desiree," Paulsen answered. "She also is getting a rewarded for her sessions with a client."
"Wait, I thought she was a Slut?"
"No- oh, yeah, she is, but the clients wanted a specific type of girl."
"Ah."
"And they're not called 'Sluts' anymore. You got the memo, right?"
"I didn't read it."
"Well, Level 3 girls are now called Cunts or anything synonymous. You can call the level 4 girls 'Sluts' and 'Whores' as well as 'Prostitutes.'"
"Yeah, I always got those mixed up... a Whore is a Slut, but not a Prostitute."
"That's why they changed it."
"Oh, but... damn!"
"What?"
"Now I'll have to change all my letterheads." The men shared a hearty laugh as they arrived at Desiree's temporary cell.
"Come with us," Paulsen told Desiree after unlocking her cell. She complied. She was experienced enough to know when not to ask questions. The took her to an open area between cell blocks where there where several toys and D-shaped locks attached to the ground and walls. Desiree recognized this space as one of the many spots in the Dungeon where women were bound and then either fucked or tortured or both. These playgrounds were used instead of the private rooms when the men didn't need or didn't want the privacy of a room with a door. Also, the private rooms were usually small, and open spaces like these allowed for a bigger audience.
As the men began stripping her and strapping her down, she had to ask. "Have I done something wrong, Masters?"
"No," Paulsen told her. She remained silent. She would find the answers to all her questions soon enough.
The men finished tying her down. She was on her knees, bent over with her head nearly touching the floor. Her arms were drawn back under her body and her wrists were held to her ankles with leather straps, which were fastened to the floor. Her neck was secured by a collar that was then chained to the floor. Her legs were, of course, spread open to provide easy access to her genitals. It was then that the other men walked to this area to watch the show that was about to begin.
Desiree was getting nervous watching all these men, some dragging along slaves with leashes, file into the empty circle of space around her. She was bound facing a wall, so she couldn't see how many more were coming. All she knew is that there was going to be some sort of performance and she was the star.
"Well, look who it is," Daphne's scornful voice could be heard. Desiree looked as far behind her as her bound collar would allow and saw Desiree dressed in some sort of BDSM gear out of the corner of her eye. "This is going to be fun."
"I am being punished!" Desiree sulked.
"No," Paulsen said. "You are still getting your alcohol, but this is what Daphne requested for her reward."
"What did I do to you?" Desiree asked in a shaky voice. She didn't know what Daphne had in store for her, but Daphne sure sounded pissed.
"I think you know," Daphne said, positive that Desiree did know what she had done. Desiree had no idea what she had done to anger Daphne, but in time she would find out. The men paid little attention to the two slaves' words. Girls always had feuds for some reason or another. There was little that could be done about it, and it often resulted in entertaining revenge scenarios, such as the scene before them. The men only stepped in when one slave permanently injured another.
"Well, might as well drink up now," Paulsen said, taking out the bottle of whiskey.
"No, Master! I want her sober!" Daphne complained.
"This is the only way it's going to happen." Daphne pouted as Palmer undid the collar chain and Paulsen tipped the bottle against Desiree's lips. Desiree sucked down as much as she could and grimaced at the powerful alcohol. Palmer refastened her collar, gagged Desiree with a ball gag, and spread a bit of lube across the bound girl's anus. Daphne knew better than to complain at their giving Desiree lube. Then men had only so much tolerance for her complaints.
Daphne positioned herself behind Desiree. She was wearing the large black strap-on, a pink bikini top and black heels. She smiled evilly, putting a hand on each cheek of Desiree's ass to steady herself and pressing the tip of the dildo against the black girl's brown asshole. Desiree began to shriek into her gag as Daphne tunneled her way into Desiree.
There were a few dozen men watching the event, many of them with slaves fellating them as they watched. The men loved to be pleasured when watching slaves get fucked or tortured. It was much more appropriate than masturbating in the presence of other men, which was generally frowned upon when the men were not preparing to give a slave a facial.
White had two Prostitutes seesawing him: one sucked his cock and the other sloppily licked his asshole. He was training these two to work as a team and work in rhythm. Their technique was nearly perfect: Lila dragged her tongue across White's asshole when Jennifer's mouth only contained the head of White's cock, and when Jennifer had the entirety of White's cock in her throat, Lila plunged her rolled-up tongue as far as she could up White's shitter. White wasn't one to show emotion, even pleasure, but the combination of receiving both fellatio and analingus while watching a slave assfuck another slave was making his eyes well up with tears of joy.
Daphne intended to begin the sodomizing with fast strokes, but the tightness of Desiree's ass and the enormous size of the strap-on dildo forced Daphne to move in slow, steady strokes while her victim's body became accustomed to the large object. She held tight to Desiree's haunches, dipping deeper into her anal canal with every stroke, eventually pressing her white hips against Desiree's chocolate brown buttcheeks when she bottomed out in Desiree's bottom.
Desiree kept pleading for mercy into her gag, but she was given no mercy by her angry dominator. Daphne squealed with delight, really working Desiree's ass over once it opened up enough for Daphne to fuck it. Unlike the men watching the scene, Daphne didn't get off watching the Cunt's overstretched shithole in the middle of her bubble of an ass. Instead, she got off on the apparent pain she was causing the lower-level girl. Desiree writhed in her restraints as Daphne painfully stretched her insides.
After a few minutes the lube was all used up and Desiree twisted her body in pure agony with every stroke of Daphne's fuck. Most of the men being pleasured had cum and Seven decided Daphne had had enough fun, so he told Paulsen and Palmer to break it up and send the girls back to their cells. Daphne uncorked herself from Desiree's ass. Desiree's asshole now was a wide red pit surrounded by brown trim.
With tears streaming down her face, Desiree walked slowly and carefully back to her cell. Why did Daphne pick on her? Surely she hadn't done anything as bad and painful to Daphne as what she had just experienced. Maybe it was a Black-White thing.
Fuck Daphne, she thought, her asshole still slightly agape. I'll get her for this.