In the Dungeon

Anne woke up with a splitting headache. She was in a dimly lit basement room, surrounded by old brick walls and in a barred compartment. The bars were solid and she was lying on a metal bed on a dirty mattress. She saw that a naked woman was lying in the next but one compartment. Anne called out hello, hello, but the woman didn't move. It seemed to her that there was a red stripe around her neck. The woman stared at her with empty eyes. Horror crept up inside Anne, the woman was obviously dead! Anne shivered a little, now she realized that she was only wearing her panties, she was naked. She felt in her pussy that she had recently been fucked. The horror overwhelmed her with a force that took her breath away. She couldn't remember how she had gotten here. There was a strange sweet taste in her mouth. Chloroform, she thought and dozed off, chloroform! She lost consciousness.

Days, hours or maybe just minutes had passed. She opened her eyes a crack. In her mouth, still the sweet taste. Chloroform. A man dressed completely in black with a white porcelain mask over his face sat motionless in front of her bars. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest and looked at her motionlessly. The only thing she could see were his big children's eyes. The next compartment and the one after that were empty. Anne sat up and the stabbing headache twitched once more and passed almost instantly. "The woman," she said in a croaky voice, "the woman ... " Her voice trailed off.

His voice was not unpleasant, only slightly muffled by the mask. "She didn't play by the rules," he said slowly, "she would rather die than play by the rules. A very dumb woman she was, yes!" Anne recognized no emotion in his voice. She thought for a long time. She had been kidnapped and raped, that much was clear. No one would miss her, she lived alone, all her relatives lived hundreds of miles away. She had only been working as a cashier at the supermarket for a few weeks and her colleagues would remember how much she disliked working there. They would forget her after half an hour.

"I don't have any money, nobody would pay a ransom for me." It was an observation, he just nodded briefly. "I know everything, I've done my homework. I know your name, your address, where you work. I even know your bank balance. I know you pretty well and I'm not after your few dollars. I chose you because I like you, because no one will miss you and because it had now surprisingly become necessary."

Anne was really awake now, and could think clearly, although she — between you and me, — was not a very clever woman, she was, on the contrary, very stupid and primitive. "Can you tell me about the rules?" she asked, "and since you know my name, what is your name?" She could hear the smile in his arrogant voice. "Call me Jim, that's not my real name of course." Anne suddenly felt very naked. She had realized that he hadn't kidnapped her for a ransom. Jim spoke softly. "I want you to be my sex slave." A cold shiver ran down her spine. "I don't know what a sex slave is, Jim," she said fearfully. He seemed to laugh softly. "A sex slave does whatever her owner commands. Anne does everything Jim wants her to do, everything. If Jim wants to fuck you, you let him fuck, Anne! When he orders you to do it yourself, you masturbate passionately and for real, no acting! If I order you to tell me about your sex life, then you tell me everything. You are welcome to exaggerate a little or make something up if it makes your story hotter. And if you follow these three simple rules, I'll take care of you as best I can. Otherwise..." Jim looked at the empty cell, "otherwise you'll be like poor Julia. She only let herself be raped by force for months and didn't follow any rules. She cut her own throat, she'd rather die than be raped. What a stupid cow," he suddenly scolded, "whether she fucks her husband or me, that's no big difference, she should be able to understand that!" The conversation faltered, everyone was lost in thought.

"I know from you that your father withdrew the charges against Uncle Karl when he raped you when you were 10. You dropped out of school at 16 and married old Jenkins, divorced him a year later. You lost your last job a month ago because you were caught fucking a 13‐year‐old. I think you can tell me a lot more about that. Rule 3." Jim was silent, then stood up. "Think about it all, I'll be back in the morning, and if you follow one of the rules, you'll get a good breakfast." He left silently, Anne heard him lock two doors.

She couldn't fall asleep for a long time and pondered the rules. He could fuck her as often as he wanted, she had got herself a tubal ligation when she miscarried Jenkins' child, she didn't want any child, she hadn't wanted old Jenkins' child either. She had fucked without hesitation with anyone who wanted to fuck the ugly duckling that had become of the child‐beauty swan, anyone who wanted to fuck the ugly girl. She had no girlfriend and no boyfriend at school, the boys were only friendly to her because they were horny and chasing for a fuck. She had always known that, with every handjob, every blowjob, every fuck in the shower, because she didn't care that the naked boys were standing all around her. She was a star for a short time because she let everyone fuck her in the shower, no matter how many there were. The stardom quickly faded when the Alpha‐girls also let themselves be fucked by many in a row. She immediately became the ugly duckling again.

What could she even tell Jim to avoid ending up like the other poor girl? She'd fucked some truck drivers in his truck a few times after the divorce, out there at the gas station. But the professionals had chased her away. She had developed a preference for young boys, they didn't yet know how pretty or ugly a woman was allowed to be. They had no sexual experience yet, they stood next to her bed and stared at her exposed pussy. They innocently unwrapped their softly shaped little boy dicks and masturbated completely unselfconsciously. She taught each of them how to fuck, letting them fuck and squirt again and again until they had completely emptied themselves. She didn't expect anyone to bring her to orgasm.

She got her orgasms while masturbating, when she was lonely she often masturbated for hours until she triggered the big orgasm before falling asleep. She had learned how to masturbate from her mother as a young child. She also watched her mother fucking her Uncle Karl, who came across the road twice a week and fucked her mother in the afternoon. She was actually Uncle Karl's youngest sister and when she once asked her mother whether a brother and a sister were allowed to marry and to fuck, she had thrown up her hands and answered lying hypocritically.

Uncle Karl's wife had blown up their kitchen with gas and committed suicide, but she had disinherited Uncle Karl beforehand and he was arguing about money in court. He had stayed with them for three months, in the second nursery, although she had not had a brother. He had caught her masturbating, she had put her legs up on her little table and was masturbating. He only made himself known when she had finished masturbating and she wanted to die of shame, but he smiled sweetly and watched her masturbate every day since then. He also showed her his cock and showed her how she had to rub it to squirt. She was only 9, not quite 10, when he showed her how to fuck. She felt no pain when he took her virginity and he fucked her every day until his house was finished. The father first reported him to the police and then withdrew it because of the mother.

Anne looked at her cheap digital watch, it was time to go to sleep. She masturbated for another half hour and wondered if she should tell Jim about Uncle Karl tomorrow so she could get breakfast. After her orgasm, she put her panties back on and slept dreamlessly.

Jim arrived with coffee, toast with fried ham and two chocolate‐croissants. He put the tray down and sat down. "Rule three," Anne said, "and I'm hungry." He let her tell him first and pushed the tray halfway through the grid. She told him, in all the detail she could remember, how she had waylaid her mother when she disappeared into the bedroom after lunch. Jim pulled his chair right up to the bars and unwrapped his cock as he listened intently. The little girl had seen her mother completely naked for the first time and Anne described to Jim with exact precision what her mother's pussy looked like, how she masturbated her clit and fucked her pussyhole really hard with her index and middle finger when she orgasmed. She had found the perfect hiding place when she was 5 or 6, the used laundry box. It was big enough and if she put a pencil between the lid and the edge, the slit was good for spying. She spied daily until she left at 16 without her mother ever finding out. Her mother's pussy was always shaved as smooth as a baby's bottom. At first it was very exciting to look directly into her big pussy while she was masturbating or fucking Uncle Karl. She had a huge fuck hole and when she rammed two fingers into her hole during orgasm or Uncle Karl pulled out his cock, the hole was even bigger and terrifying wide. Her mother usually masturbated for a whole hour, Uncle Karl rarely fucked her for longer than 10 minutes. She never fucked her father, he had to fuck the old accountant girl at work, he had once shouted that in an argument.

Sometimes, before masturbating, her mother would watch dirty videos on her cell phone while gently rubbing her clit and turning up the volume to hear the girls call out to God, Jesus or Mary and then groan, moan and make dying sounds. Anne didn't have a cell phone back then, she just watched dirty movies with her schoolmates while they secretly rubbed their clits under the school desk during class hours. Her mother would put the cell phone away, when her little clit got hard and stiff. Now she masturbated her clit very purposefully, wetting her finger with saliva every now and then and continuing to masturbate hard and harder. Anne could clearly see when she contorted her face into a grimace and her finger raced to orgasm. She tore her labia open further and thrust her index and middle fingers firmly and furiously into her large cunthole, prolonging her orgasm. She opened her mouth in a silent scream and fucked herself furiously with her fingers until the orgasm was over. Anne tried it at night too, of course, but it hurt a lot when she rammed a finger into the little hole in her cunt's hymen. It was only after many months that she dared to ram two fingers into the hymen's hole, but it hurt a lot at first, only gradually did the hole become big enough to ram both fingers in. But she had to learn to masturbate like her mother and to do it and learn to orgasm like her, even if it was difficult and quite painful at first.

Anne had grabbed Jim's little boy's cock through the bars. It looked exactly like the little boy's cute cocks, but of course his was bigger. Anne couldn't read his reactions, his face remained hidden behind the neutral mask. It took quite a long time for Jim to squirt. He wiped his pants, took the tray and left. Again she heard him lock the two doors. "Thank you, Anne, thank you!" she grumbled. She remembered the fairy tale of 1001 Nights, she had to delay the stories like that princess. In the late afternoon, Jim came and brought a hot frozen meal. He left immediately, he was obviously in a hurry.

The next few days were the same, she masturbated him through the bars after breakfast and continued to talk about her mother's many masturbations. She brought up how often she tried to masturbate herself as a child and only got her first orgasm weeks later. She realized that Jim wanted to hear more and brought up her mother's fucking with Uncle Karl. But she didn't tell Jim that they were siblings, perhaps later. Anne described in great detail that her mother first had to suck and lick Uncle Karl's cock until it was really hard, then he fucked her for maybe 10 minutes and squirted it all in, she could see it exactly on his ass cheeks because her uncle squeezed them rhythmically and tightly as he squirted. He usually only came to fuck her twice a week.

That morning Jim brought breakfast and asked if he could fuck her? She agreed straight away and to reassure him said that she couldn't have any more children, he could squirt inside without hesitation. He came in the cell, she had to kneel on all fours on the mattress and he penetrated her from behind. He fucked very persistently, but she knew from the beginning that she would never have an orgasm with his way of fucking. He fucked her for 6 weeks before breakfast, he had a little time and stayed seated until she had finished breakfast.

One morning she realized that Jim was not Jim, although dressed the same and wearing the same mask. This one did everything exactly the same as the first Jim, but she saw immediately that he had a completely different cock, a big meat cock like the old Jenkins. She orgasmed violently, thinking about Jenkins the whole time. Jim 2 grunted and kept fucking until he cum. He came for a week, then the first Jim came again. She asked him, of course, but he gave no answer as to who or why.

Jim wanted to masturbate together with Anne before breakfast. He outside, she inside. She didn't really care, he wasn't the first to want to watch her masturbate. She timed it so that she finished at about the same time as him. After breakfast he came to her and fucked her from behind, he fucked for ages and only squirted briefly. They did this for the next few weeks and she only orgasmed before going to sleep. He brought her a new pair of panties, she had left the old one out days ago because it was dirty and smelly.

Anne told Jim how Uncle Karl let the 9‐year‐old masturbate him and herself, deflowered her painlessly and fucked her daily for the next 3 months. Little Anne really enjoyed being fucked, she almost always got an orgasm and she would have wanted to go on like that forever, it was just great for her and nothing bad. But once her father burst into the nursery, there was a proper fight and the father immediately went to the police, the little girl in tow. She was taken to the public health officer, who examined her and questioned the girl. But the mother beat up the father that evening, he went to the police with his tail between his legs and withdrew the complaint.

For the next 6 years, Anne fucked everyone at school. In the evenings she lay down with her father and fucked him. He was very angry with her mother because she was still fucking her brother. Little Anne enjoyed fucking her father very much, they had a very intimate relationship and fucking him was very precious to her. She let her father fuck her as often as he wanted every night for six years. After every orgasm, she would grin triumphantly at her mother, who was very annoyed and secretly masturbated under the sheets. The parents hated each other deeply, the father proving his superiority by fucking his own daughter in front of her mother. The mother hated him all the more as she was made horny every time they fucked and had to masturbate under the sheet almost against her will.

Then her mother started a real war against her father. She divorced him, got sole custody of Anne and the father was the bad man. He had to leave the town and the district in disgrace and she never saw him again. She had to escape this evil dragon, so old Jenkins came into the play, she was able to free herself from the mother and Jenkins was also quite good at fucking. She had a miscarriage, got a tubal ligation and divorced Jenkins.

From then on, she lived alone, worked as a cashier in various supermarkets and began to masturbate heavily again. She masturbated every evening, often late into the night, which was great and yet somehow bland. She went after the young boys and found one every day when she had literally sucked the previous one dry. She had to change territory several times, but she was only caught once.

So that was pretty much it.

A few weeks passed, then Jim 2 came again. As before, he was silent and didn't answer any questions. The next day another one came, Jim 3. He was a little smaller than the other two, he was just as mute as Jim 2, and his meaty cock was a little shorter but much thicker than Jim 2's. He fucked the best of them all, Anne had orgasm after orgasm, she lost count. Jim 2 and 3 alternated daily, Jim 1 only came again after 6 weeks. Anne had memorized the men's tattoos. Jim 1 had no tattoos, Jim 2 had demons and skulls tattooed on his forearm down to his knuckles and Jim 3 had a huge snake that snaked from his wrist to above his elbows, but she couldn't see the whole snake. The three Jims took turns every day, she was fucked every morning before breakfast. Jim 1 never brought her to orgasm, Jim 2 only once or not at all, but Jim 3 reliably brought her to several orgasms like old Jenkins did.

Not even a year had passed when things started to stutter. Even Jim 1, who enjoyed talking to her, didn't give any information as to why there was sometimes a day when she didn't get fed or fucked. Anne complained that she was starving and thirsty. Jim 1 kept bringing her cookies and bottled water so that she wouldn't go hungry. Jim 1 was now the only one, the other two no longer came. Jim was always rushed now, it seemed to her.

One afternoon, he was standing next to the gate with a gun in his hand. He unlocked the gate, but stood outside and listened. Someone could be heard, someone was shooting open the outer door locks. A uniformed policeman crept in, crouching. Jim shot at the policeman, he was hit, but he shot back and Jim's gun fell to the ground. He lunged at the policeman with a loud roar and they scuffled for the service weapon. Anne picked up Jim's gun from the ground. Jim had wrestled the gun out of the policeman's hand and had already shot him in the chest.

Anne pointed the gun at Jim's back. She hesitated to shoot the man she had been fucking for a year. Jim pointed the gun in the cop's face, he had no body armor there. Anne fired, once, twice, five times. Then the gun clicked empty.

Now many policemen came through the door, one took the pistol out of naked Anne's hand. Someone covered her with a blanket. "I want to see his face," she kept saying, kneeling down next to Jim. She pulled the mask off his face. Two long ugly scars crisscrossed the surprisingly young face. She had never seen him before. They led her away, to an ambulance. A paramedic gave her an injection. A detective questioned her. She had been locked up for a year. There were three of them, she said, two hadn't been seen for weeks. She had been fucked by all three of them. "Against your will?" he asked unnecessarily. Anne had to laugh. She laughed maniacally. "I let myself be kidnapped and locked up, for almost a whole year. And if I hadn't let them fuck me without resisting, I'd be as dead as a doornail like poor Julia!" The criminalist listened. "Search the whole area for a female corpse!" he barked into his radio. "And cadaver sniffer dogs!" he barked. The paramedic grew impatient.

The inspector went with her to the hospital. He ordered a sketch artist there. The profile that Anne gave was poor. One was slim, 1.80 meters tall and the other perhaps 1.70 to 1.75 meters tall, broad and four‐legged. "So only 18 million men," joked the commissioner's assistant. But the artist was able to draw the tattoos very accurately, Anne was satisfied. "Just like that, both on the left forearm," she added. The artist ran his artwork through a database and found both guys within 5 minutes. Anne had never seen their faces, but she looked closely at the photos of the tattoos. "Yes, that's them, one hundred percent!" The inspector nodded with satisfaction and set off on the manhunt. The doctor arrived. Anne was only a little malnourished or undernourished, but otherwise healthy, no toxic or drug‐related findings. No external injuries, no sexually transmitted diseases. She is perfectly okay, the doctor said, but psychological workup for her captivity is strongly recommended.

The inspector came in from a phone call in the corridor. He was whispering to his assistant, but Anne could understand every word. 11 bodies had been discovered so far and the search was continuing. Anne was about to ask if Julia was among them, but she kept her mouth shut, it was a completely silly question. The corpses would be identified by forensics, she knew that from the television.

Anne received a transitional pension and was able to stay in her apartment again, but with personal security. She refused to let her mother, "Oh, you poor baby!", visit her. She didn't want to see the fucking old woman again, but the mother still gave interviews and whined into the cameras. The policemen at her door were removed after six months. The policeman who had been hit twice in his protective vest received a medal from the police chief. She went to a psychologist all year and that helped her a lot. She had to identify the two men in court by their tattoos, and then the circus was over at some point.

She would write a book with a journalist about 341 days in captivity, which meant he wrote and she nodded everything off. To his regret, he had to shorten the many sex scenes in a totally disfiguring way, there were only juicy hints. Anne didn't care, she pocketed all the money and signed up to play the lead role in a porn movie about her captivity. The producer was happy with the footage of her dozen testfucking with several guys. The fact that she was playing herself and doing everything herself promised a huge success, which justified the two‐digit million fee.

Anne got into her new car and drove off, to her father's house.

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