Welcome to the new Lord Mobius's Dungeon

[wannabeXopsed]

I was poking around the dungeon, making sure all the hatches were battened down for the night, everything tied down and put away safely. Listening to the sounds of a happy dungeon; the keening breathing of someone doing involuntary exercise to the edge of exhaustion (that was jenny; she didn't get home from work in time yesterday, and is paying for it tonight), the heavy breathing from some of the cells where slaves were asleep already (breakfast duty tomorrow, no doubt), the sound of splashing from the pool (Lord Mobius doing a little water torture on a visitor-friend of his), soft talking from Dee's area --- soap operas again, or Lifetime movies.

Wait a minute; hushed whispering in the last cell, giggling. NOW what.

"Good evening, ladies. Have we forgotten rule 23? No talking after lights-out as a courtesy to the early-risers? On your feet, women. Come along and put out the cell lamp."

The three moved into one of the specialty rooms at the other end of the dungeon. These were extra soundproofed, so they would not bother the rest of the folks who might be around. This one was the "Deep Jungle" room; kept hot and humid to preserve the plant life inside, all kinds of tropical plants and a few animals. Some insects as well; many of the biting kind.

Once the door was securely closed, I grabbed slavelucy by the hand and moved her to a palm tree segment fastened to one of the walls. I slipped her hands through loops which looked like palm fronds but cinched tightly around the wrists and were strong as carbon fiber. The device spread her arms widely up and out, putting her shoulders under some strain. I pulled wannabeXopsed close, and fastened her cuffs to slavelucy's with a couple snap clips.

"Now that we can talk, ladies, I demand an explanation for why you both were breaking the rule."

slavelucy spoke first. "It's my fault, sir. We were having a nice visit, talking about men and schooling and the new girl and jenny's punishment and I guess we were having fun and the lights out signal came and we just ignored it, sir. My fault, sir." She talked so quickly, it was almost a babble.

"No, sir," said wannabeXopsed. "It was my fault too, sir. I just didn't go back to my own cell, sir."

"Thank you for both being so honest, ladies. Everyone does get to make mistakes now and again. At least we humans may; I'm not sure about slaves, though. For slaves, Newton's law about equal and opposite reactions comes into play," I said.

"And for your reactions," I continued, "we'll see how we can help you remember the rules next time. First, wannabeXopsed." I released her from her bound position. Moving over to the observation chair, I settled myself in comfortably, grabbed a short cat-o-nine, and had her kneeling facing me between my legs. I pulled the chair's feature, a restraining collar, out from under the seat and slid it around her neck, clicking it shut. This placed her face up against my crotch while holding her tightly.

"Don't wish to squirm now, girl, because the more you move, the tighter the collar gets. The floor is padded with soft natural fibers so you won't have sore knees. I am going to lash your back and behind with this little toy. While I do so, you are to get my cock out, provide me with clean balls and a wonderful orgasm, clean me up once again and tuck me safely away. I'll have to be 100% soft at the end, you see, so if I stay hard, you may need to do me again and maybe even a third time. I'll stop stroking as soon as that has been done. Your time starts now!" She started quickly getting my fly open, and pulled my gear out of my trousers. Quick mouth action started, while I languidly delivered the first stroke. This was going to be a long-lasting punishment, as I usually can last 30 minutes to an hour hard.

45 minutes later, she was still working on a third cum, but she couldn't make it happen, and I had delivered 40 strokes, well distributed over her back and bottom. At this point it seemed logical to stop her.

"All right, girl, I'll give you credit for a job well done." I released her collar and placed her in a discomfort chair in the corner. The discomfort chair was made out of rough wood and coarse burlap; difficult for her to sit in with her sore back and bottom. Bindings on the arms of the chair restrained her from moving those limbs, but I left her legs unrestrained so she could squirm. I reached over to the storage shelves and grasped a large jar of honey, pouring it liberally over her entire body, neck to toes.

"There are a number of different crawling lizards and such which live here, many of which enjoy a sweet now and again. I'll also add a little fun here (grabbing a large box from the storage refrigerator at hand) and give you a few ants of various types, some crawly things I have no idea the names of, and even some jungle flies. Large, eh? Well, if you feel like chatting, you can do it with these creatures, but they really don't get active, most of them, until it gets dark in here. Which it won't, as long as I'm here in the room and one other circumstance takes place." I turned away from wannabeXopsed, and walked over to slavelucy, releasing her from the wall.

"Now lucy dear, I'm so disappointed in you! A trustee making a mistake is much worse than poor wannabeXopsed over there. Well, let's perform a little exercise here in memory enhancement."

I moved her over to what looked like an exercise bike with a thyroid problem. The saddle had a cable and two clamps, and the cable-end was a clip that formed a suction to pull in her clit. The clamps held her lips still on the saddle, with a little give to allow for pedaling. I fastened her hands to the handle bars, and her feet went into booties on the pedals. Double-checking the bindings, setting the machine's output and demands, and she was ready.

"slavelucy, it will be your job to make sure wannabeXopsed doesn't get eaten alive by bugs and such tonight. As long as you keep up a steady three miles per hour, the lights will stay on --- keeping all those bugs and lizards and such at bay. If you stop, a timer begins; I'm not all bad, you see. When three minutes pass, a fairly gentle 'wake-up call' will be delivered by that cable and those clamps. If action resumes right away, the shock stops and the lights go back on. If it takes a while, the level of the call increases. The more often the stops, the more likely that your power level increases. Catch on? Now, I've got some bug-spray here for you; close your eyes so I can spray it on you. There, lift your arms now, OK. Got your legs and feet, there you go."

"Pardon me? Odd smell? Oh! The bug spray. That's the natural pheromone of the insects all mixed. How does that chase them away? It doesn't! This bug spray is a bug attractor, not a repellent. Hope you both have a nice night here. And slavelucy, leave the light on for us, eh?"

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Sir Chksng sealed the door tightly, turning over the 'occupied' sign. He also opened the doors to the fly storage area, so the ladies could have a little to keep them busy. Thinking about 'leaving a light on', he fondly remembered a night at a Motel 6 with a wench whose name escaped him now.

He moved directly to the exercise cell, undid the fastenings holding jenny to her machine, and accompanied her to the decadent group shower and hot tub area near the sleeping areas. A long, lazy time later, the two collapsed into the bed, made the two-backed beast for a while, then fell deeply asleep.

Oh Sir Chksng, i beg of you please do not leave us here for very long, the thought of bugs and ewww all that stuff. I promise i will behave and keep my chattering to you and Lord Mobius and then you can keep a ball gag inside of my mouth, but please do not punish Slavelucy, she is quite innocent and does not deserve it. It will soon be morning and we will be release to be clean up and released to other fun in the dungeon. I am so sorry for the lose of your football team, i was disappointed myself Sir. Go Bronco's. I also think i would like to wear a polka dot collar Sir, (maybe pink) tee hee only kidding. I'm pretty versatile so anything goes Sir. Screaming at lucy to keep peddling. I am sorry Slavelucy.

[bisarah]

love the collar-collar suggestion! and i love love love being part of the stories!!

[Mobius]

love the collar-collar suggestion! and i love love love being part of the stories!!

Ok Bisara your wish is my comand you are the any thing goes Girl.

You and Baby sub. After mobys physical tomaro I think I have some work for you 2 in the after noon. Bra ha ha

[Chuckdom19]

Oh Sir Chksng, i beg of you please do not leave us here for very long, the thought of bugs and ewww all that stuff. I promise i will behave and keep my chattering to you and Lord Mobius and then you can keep a ball gag inside of my mouth, but please do not punish Slavelucy, she is quite innocent and does not deserve it. It will soon be morning and we will be release to be clean up and released to other fun in the dungeon. I am so sorry for the lose of your football team, i was disappointed myself Sir. Go Bronco's. I also think i would like to wear a polka dot collar Sir, (maybe pink) tee hee only kidding. I'm pretty versatile so anything goes Sir. Screaming at lucy to keep peddling. I am sorry Slavelucy.

It has been a long day for Chksng, tired and feeling his age today. Started out this morning releasing slavelucy and wannabeXopsed; helping them to the showers and treating both to a quick massage afterwards to loosen up those tight muscles. Chased them off to catch a nap, and wandered over to the jungle room, flooding it with bug spray first to get rid of the flies. Ten minutes with the hose flushing everything down, wiping down the equipment used, and I left the room ready for next time.

Poked around the dungeon here and there, not much going on and lots of ladies absent in addition to our kidnapees on that silly island. Decided to go for a float in the big pool, just relax the muscles. Just after I got in the water and got into a comfy floating position, something hit me in the stomach (a fairly easy target). Turned out one of the little mynxes I don't see often had accosted me with a beach ball. When I turned to respond in kind, she squealed and tried to duck, to no avail. After tossing the ball for a while, I got out of the water and stretched out on one of the air-mattresses next to the pool, and set the comfort switch high, to about 85. I like them firm. My friend joined me on the other side, set hers for 50, and we put our heads together to just talk and get to know each other better.

A pleasant afternoon's respite. Well, maybe a little tickling, but not much.