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First Time In The Dungeon  She was only 16. The curves of her body had only just reached their womanly potential. Large round breasts, soft curvy hips framing her round, tight ass. She had the softness of childhood and the sensuality of a woman at the edifice of her sexual era.
She walked into the dilapidated building. The stairs led her down. Twirling into the darkness, as if lost in the womb of life, she continued blind into the depth of the earth. The sound became eerie, muffled music and moaning coming from an indefinable source, beckoned her. She opened the door and the scene took over her senses. Naked men and women, bejeweled and in black leather and latex. The smell of rubber rubbing against skin, rubbing against leather mesmerized her. Beautiful women whispered into the ears of their lovers, moaned with desire, shrieked in pain. Men, with their cocks stiff and taut, plunging into wet fissures, human sex.
Her lover, the man who had called her to this place stepped forward. He was a muscular man, black and beautiful with gentle eyes but a fierce expression. His demeanor was serious and stern, potent with life and sexual authority. He took her hand with surprising gentleness and walked her across the room, she drifted after him, mesmerized.
 They walked into a room that was quiet. Velvety curtains covered the walls and warmed the air around them, creating an intimacy and a seclusion that was at once comforting and seducing. They stood inside for a few moments of silence. His fingers caressed her face, brushed against her lips and down her neck. He waited until her breathing relaxed into a rhythmic cool and then the expression on his face changed dramatically. She didn't have much time to take it in. He ordered her into the corner.
"Stand with your back to me and don't say a word."
She did as she was told. As she stood leaning against the velvety drapes she heard the door behind her open and close. She realized that she was alone in the room but did not dare disobey his order. It was many moments before the door re-opened.
 He was pleased when he returned. She had shown the first sign of obedience. He was not alone. With him were three more people. Jolie did not turn to look at their faces. "Undress her!" Her man ordered, his voice sounding more authoritative than ever, resonating with a deep bass that seemed to shake the floor beneath her. Or so she imagined. Soon hands were touching her from behind. Many of them, prying, prowling, investigating her body, snapping buttons, pulling at zippers, pushing the cloth off her body. Leaving her naked and blind, for she still could not see her captors. Soft kisses were being dispersed over her back, gentle fingers, and some rough, she could not make out which belonged where and the sensations were mixed, interlaced, one within the other.
"Take this" he said to one of her beholders. She could tell he was standing closer than before but she dared not turn even now. The anticipation grew in her, slowly taking over her senses. The velvet was still filling her nostrils. She felt strong hands clasp her arms behind her back and a cold metal object close on her wrists. A soft cry escaped her lips. It slipped before she could realize and she regretted it immediately.
"Already you whimper? I have not yet begun to take my pleasure with you!"
"No" She begged, "It was a mistake, I did not intend…"
 She did not have a chance to complete that sentence and she as on her knees. Crashing down as hard leather whipped at her ass. This time she was silent.
"I will tell you when I want to hear your voice."
They cuffed her ankles, separating her legs with a long bar. She was on her knees, facing the wall, stifling her senses in the velvet when she heard the order to turn around. So she did.
 Standing in the room were three more people aside from her master. One was a beautiful princess, blonde and busty. Her lips were reddened and her eyes dark, but a twinkle of softness emanated from her eyes despite herself. She was wearing a silk corset and body stockings that covered her from foot to head. A toned shemale was there too, sweet and seductive, her package barely concealed in tight leather. The third was a man of average stature. He did not strike her much until his smile revealed a spirit that was boiling and seeming ready to explode. She was ordered to pleasure him and this pleased him a lot. She was on her knees, looking at the world from below. Her master remained standing aloof, tall and godly, his upper torso revealing his godlike structure.
 Her lips closed on the mans' cock. She concentrated, trying to do the best job she knew, using her tongue on his balls, licking and sucking as hard and as wet as she could. It was harder without her hands and her knees were starting to scathe. Suddenly she felt a quick movement behind her and before she could think someone was penetrating her body. She knew she would have recognized her lover, her god and master in a second. It must be the lovely shemale she thought. This made it harder. She was being thrust from behind, trying to concentrate on the dick in front of her, afraid to make a mistake, to make a wrong turn, to displease her master.
She tried to pull away. "No!" A voice howled at her. "You will not remove his cock from your mouth until I have said that you may."
She wanted to cry out in frustration, she did not understand what was expected of her and this upset her the most. She did not want to disappoint her master so she continued as well as she could. Soft lips were now covering her body. Fingers were pinching at her nipples, making them hard. She sucked harder as the blood rushed through her body, her heart pounding from excitement.
White cum filled her mouth in that moment and the sound of moaning and groaning filled the room. From behind, from her front, above her… they all seemed so close, intertwined. All part of the same experience, the same moment, united, eternal.
Her knees hurt and every part of her body seemed to be on fire. In pain, in pleasure, ecstasy and agony seemed separated by nothing more than chance. Moments apart, mingling, part of the same magnificence.
 She came. He came. The moaning became shouts, screams of pleasure and pain. She could not move, cum was dripping from the sides of her mouth, mixing with sweat and dirt, covering her entirely from all sides. She could not define the contours of her existence, she had not opened her eyes in hours it seemed. Perhaps it was, she did not know. She was captured in that moment's existence and in it she was completely captivated and fulfilled.
It must have been 3 hours when her master pulled the man away from her mouth. He pushed the others gently away from her and they collapsed on the pillows that surrounded them, exhausted and consumed. He kissed her softly on her lips, smiling. She could tell he was pleased and this filled her with a joy she could not describe.
"Next time we will do something a little different." He said as he freed her from her chains. He helped her on her feet, kissing her injured knees and then carried her gently to a bed. She weighed like a feather in his hands.
It was not long before she was asleep.
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