The private room was made of gothic looking stone, like the rest of the dungeon outside. The room was roughly square, and high ceilinged, with tall exquisitely carved columns in each corner arching over and connecting together into spandrels to hold up the vaulted ceiling. Grey stone bricks filled the space between.
The room was surprisingly cozy. There was a great big bed, a big padded square, easily eight feet to a side. It was covered in luxurious furs. More furs were placed on the floor as a throw rug to block the chill of stone from bare feet. There was a cozy fireplace lit on the side of the room.
The other side of the room looked less cozy. There was another wooden X-shaped cross frame. Thankfully, this one had anchored metal shackles for the wrists and ankles. No iron impaling spikes involved. Next to it was a rack of whips, canes, paddles, and other mean things.
"Put her on the bed," First ordered.
I was given a hard shove, and sent flying forward, landing face down in the furry softness.
"It's my first time here, what are the rules?" Second asked.
Satan's Butler replied, "There are no rules at all, do anything you like to this slave. But certain things will incur an additional fee. First of all, please avoid damage to the room itself. The furs will all be cleaned after, but any rips, punctures or burns, basically anything beyond normal wear, and tear will incur a fee. The same is true of furniture, beverage containers, and play tools. Secondly, as this is a new slave, not yet marked for disposal, death of this slave, be it on purpose or accidental will incur a fifty gold replacement fee."
First hissed, "Yikes! That's a lot."
"That is the discounted price of a typical new sex slave on the open market. Rest assured, we have reasonable deferred payment options available for those without the immediate means to pay. But if you desire to avoid that issue entirely, please draw your attention to this bell."
Butler gestured to a palm sized brass bell hanging on a hook by the wall.
"It is enchanted to produce a tone our healers can hear from anywhere inside the dungeon. Should you find your slave damaged to the point where her life is in danger, you may ring this bell, and a healer will be quickly dispatched to repair your toy."
"Other than that, no limits?" Fourth asked, with a sinister grin.
"Correct," Butler replied.
I gulped nervously.
"Mental damage? Trauma?" Third asked.
"We politely ask you to refrain from using mind altering magic and substances on the slave, so as to not hasten her mental collapse unduly, but other than that, breaking the minds of our slaves and rendering them insensate is part of the fun our clients enjoy." Butler explained.
"Cool!" First said.
Another man in a tuxedo entered the room, and placed a large bottle of amber liquor on the side table, next to a pitcher of water and a handful of neatly stacked empty glasses.
"Please enjoy your evening," Butler said, with a polite bow, and left the room with the thugs. The door closed firmly behind them, latching shut.
I was alone, naked on a bed, surrounded by horny men who'd bought me for the night. I glanced around nervously as the men all stood silent, staring at me.
"So who's first?" Second asked eagerly.
"What's the hurry? We've got all night to enjoy ourselves," First said.
"I want a drink first," Third grumbled.
"Same, but I call first dibs on her ass." Fourth called out. "I want to go in dry."
First laughed, "That's gonna be funny to watch."
"Won't that hurt her a lot?" Second said sympathetically.
"That's kinda the point, my good man," First said cheerfully. "Even the most desperate Sheathe girls make you stop if you're too rough. But here? No limits, even with multiple men, and just a flat fee based on time alone."
Fourth took a sip from his glass, "Yeah, didn't you see that elf on the wall? She's not being punished. She's there as a demonstration for us. An invitation to do the same to any of their girls. Frankly this bitch is lucky to be in the company of such gentleman today… aren't you sweetheart?"
Four pairs of eyes looked at me expectantly for my answer. In truth, Fourth was absolutely right. Ending the night with only some brutal assrape, without the addition of branding irons or other horrifying mutilations was… frankly… a stroke of good luck. That was pretty much the best case scenario I could ask for in here. But should I act happy about that? I sort of was… but if these men wanted to fuck a happy girl, they'd have gone to the Violet Palace. Nope, I had to play up my role as a damsel in distress for them.
"I guess so… sirs," I murmured, faking nervousness. "But… can you use some spit or something for lube? Please?"
"Not a chance, bitch. I want to see you scream and cry," Fourth said with a malicious grin, just as planned.
I hunched down, averting my eyes silently.
First poured himself a glass of whiskey as well, and gestured at me, "I'm having a drink too. She's all yours, bro."
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Second went to the refreshment table and poured himself a glass as well. I felt… bizarrely frustrated. Here I was, a naked helpless sex slave lying on a bed, surrounded by sadistic rapists, and what do my vicious horny captors do? They pour themselves a drink and ignore me. What the fuck?
"Hey angel bitch!" Second snapped his fingers, and pointed to the floor between his legs. "Kneel here and suck."
Oh okay… so they'd drink and ignore me while I blew them. Was that better? Eh… yeah, kinda. Why was I so eager to be raped? I blamed my stupid pervert body and its stupid pervert urges.
"Yes sir," I said demurely.
"Bad things will happen if you bite," he warned.
"Yes sir." I said, scrambling down from the bed and settling on my knees in front of the man's crotch.
The robe opened, and I stared. It was a dick, a normal one. Like Ash's cock, it was shrouded in foreskin, not circumcised. Was circumcision even a thing in a world without Judaism or Christianity? Likely not. It wasn't a huge monster like Ash, nor was it tiny. It was kind of average, like the one I used to have between my legs. It rested flaccid in a bed of dark curly pubic hair. It was right there, only inches away from my face. I could smell a tangy aroma of manly sweat wafting from it.
I hadn't seen the wolf monster's endowment up close and I never touched Ash below the belt. I had gotten quite intimate with the tentacle that spent two hours spewing monster spooge down my throat, but that wasn't an actual cock per se… This was my first time interacting with another man's genitals… I felt like I was crossing a threshold. The reality of being in a girl's body finally struck me. This was a dick, and me, a girl, was going to suck it.
"She's just starting at it," Third commented.
"What's the matter? Never seen a dick before, girl?" First teased.
"S-sorry," I stammered nervously, snapped out of my trance.
I leaned forward and drew the cock head into my mouth. Second, the most gentlemanly of the bunch, didn't immediately grab my hair and face rape me. Instead he enjoyed his drink and let me move at my own speed. I did my best to please him.
I placed my hands on his hips, gently running my fingers along his side and slowly stroking his back. I slid my tongue and lips along his length, drawing it deeper into my mouth with just a touch of suction. He started to harden in my mouth, and I felt a bizarre sense of pride. This was my boner… I did this.
The taste? It tasted like a dick. It was way better tasting than the sour slime of the tentacle cock. There was a bit of salty tang from his precum, but there was no other strong flavour. The lungful of pheromones I received whenever my nose reached his public hair was bizarrely enthralling though.
Soon enough the cock was at full mast, and I continued to suck it. I mostly stopped myself before the cock hit the back of my throat, which was about two thirds down his length. Every so often I'd take the dive, and bury my face in his pubic hair, swallowing him deep until my bottom lip touched his balls.
This cock was five inches or so, and maybe only three quarters the width of the oral tentacle invader. Deepthroating this thing was easy-mode compared to that. There wasn't any pain or discomfort for me, and my gag reflex was still very dead, potentially gone for good. This was a consensual blowjob, not a face rape. I was a giver of pleasure. I could see the appeal of this, no wonder Chloe was so happy kneeling between a man's legs.
I felt a palm on my head, gently stroking my hair. It slid to the back of my head, and pressed me in deeper so I couldn't escape. I submitted to his control, going deep, until my lips touched his balls again.
"Swallow it all," Second groaned. Oh, was it over already?
I felt the cock twitch and pulse, and hot sticky cum shot down my throat. I relaxed and swallowed every drop like a good girl. It tasted much better than monster cum. It was sweeter… or at least, a bit less bitter.
"This girl's a pro," Second gasped, patting me on the head gently.