Quote Originally Posted by Mobius
Welcome to Lord Mobius's dungeon

I will not tell you when it is going to start it will riun the suprize. Dont tell her what is about to happen. Just make shure that she has no food and has hand a couple of enemas. Make sure you put her hair in a pony tail it will make for a nice handle to move her about with.
Lord mobius calles Lord Chuck Mastermike Mistriss ruby Yuri and our new guest Athenna

Well it seems one of our most lowal slaves Aachicka has a fantasy that she wants to be raped and used by a large group of people. I have decided to grant that wish. I am asking for volunteers. If you want to partake in this evening's event please pull a number out of this hat and tell us the number.

Mobius reaches in and pulls out number 5. Ok I will be the fith one to use her.

But will be the master of ceromony so to speak.

Mobius waits for the rest of the goup to pull a number out of the hat or object due to personal convictions.

Oh and I have invited about 30 pesents from the near by village to help out.
(to be continued this evening or if any one cares to continue )

Lord Chuck pulled a number from the hat, and came up with number 2.
"Just let me know when you're ready to start, Moebus. I'll save up some strength, heh heh heh."

Walking away from the group, Chuck saw WB coming out of the kitchen with a plate full of cookies. Approaching her from behind, he asked, "Who said you could take all those cookies, wench?"

WannaBeExposed stopped and spun on her heel. "Oh, Lord Chuck, I, uh, thought we were free to get food whenever we wished."

"Yes, that's true," he replied, "but I seem to remember that Dee has spoken to you about controlling your health concerns by diet.... and I'm sure you have NO cookies as part of that meal plan, right?"

"Yes, Sir, that is true." She silently started to cry.

"Well then, go put the cookies back where you got them and report back to me." Lord Chuck moved towards his office, while WB returned to the kitchen to put the sweets back where they belonged. Finishing that, she tracked down Lord Chuck.

"I have put all the sweets away, Sir, and washed the plate."

"That's good, WB. Now how shall we educate you in controlling your appetite?" Lord Chuck thought a minute, then turned to get up. "Come with me, WB."

Soon they arrived at a plain, flat table, with straps and two holes to allow breasts to go through. Head down in embarassment and fear, WB climbed onto it and put herself into place. Lord Chuck fastened the straps for arms and legs, pulled the levers controlling the strapping in the breast holes (which, circling them tightly with the straps, pulled them tighter and held them in place), and arrainged a pillow for her head. She was soon shivvering with fright.


"Calm down, WB. We've been down this route before, right? How many cookies were there on the plate?"

"E..Eleven, Sir."

"And how many did you eat in addition to the eleven?"

"Four, Sir." In a very small voice.

"OK, then. I'll say two is a reasonable snack, so 13 too many is the total. Two strokes for each gives 26. Count loudly, request each stroke, thank me for each stroke, and give a full apology when you are finished." Chuck picked up a flogger, and started in on his task.

30 minutes or so later, WB had just finished her apology. Chuck helped her from the table, and informed her the discipline was nearly over. WB looked up, suddenly, and said, "Nearly over? Sir?"

"Yes indeed. I'm going to put you in the bondage box near the door to the dining room. It will keep your arms and legs in place, with just your head sticking out of the box, in front of a saddle. You are to ask everyone who comes by to favor you with a snack of their juices. Some may turn you down, but you may not turn anyone who offers away. You were so hungry earlier, this will be a good way to satisfy your hunger. You'll be in there until the last diner is finished." He assisted her climbing into the box, straightened the padding, and closed her inside. Then he swung the saddle up in front of her face and favored her with her first serving of semen for the night.

"Eat a hearty meal tonight, WB. I'm sure plenty will offer you a share of their juices." Turning about, he went back to work in his office.