Dungeon Challenge
Elena woke up, yawning. The basement was illuminated by a couple of large screens – not that she could see them from inside the trunk. She glanced up through the steel-barred lid and looked into the overhead camera. The show had been off to a great start. Thousands of viewers had tuned in, and the tips last night alone had already paid for this month’s rent.
Ugh, what’s this stench? It took a moment for her mind to clear. Oh, that’s me.
Unable to stretch out, she took stock of her surroundings. Dried, caked shit covered her breasts and face, and a gigantic butt plug sealed her ass – necessary after a couple of hours of anal pounding with her new fucking machine.
The steel collar around her neck was locked with a heavy padlock, and a long chain, snaking up and through a recess in the lid, connected it to a ring embedded at the center of the room. Her hands, wrapped in black bondage mitts and secured around her wrists by magnetic locks, were immobilized in useless fists. Even if she had the keys to any of the locks, she wouldn’t be able to use them.
She heard the basement door.
“Wakey, wakey,” said Alicia, flipping the light switch. “About time you got up. You already have five hundred watchers in your channel.”
“God!” Elena yawned again. “How late is it?”
“Half past eight. Someone tipped for a drink. Thirsty?”
“Yes.”
“Gimme a sec. I wanted you to have it warm and straight from the source.”
Elena waited, listening to the tell-tale sound of urine splashing into a container. The big plastic bottle with its large rubber teat was designed for feeding calves. Holding two liters, it would be more than enough for Alicia’s morning urine.
When Alicia was done, the teat appeared above between the steel bars. The bottle was too wide to fit through, so Elena propped herself up and wrapped her lips around the teat. She sucked the warm, thick liquid into her dry mouth, drinking in large gulps.
“How's the flavor?” asked Alicia, grinning.
Elena belched. “Intense. Eww.”
“Yours wouldn’t be much better. Let’s get you out of here and ready for breakfast.”
Alicia unlocked the padlock holding the trunk closed. When the lid was open, she grabbed Elena’s chain close to the collar and helped her out.
Elena stood up straight and stretched.
“How do you like my outfit?” asked Alica, striking a pose. She had tied her hair into a severe bun and wore a tight latex catsuit that left her breasts and freshly shaved crotch exposed.
“Sexy. I like the slutty mistress look.”
Alicia grinned. “Yeah. Piss me off and you’ll regret it.”
The metal dog bowl was already prepared. Elena squatted over it and pushed a little, but needed Alicia’s help to get the body of the plug past her sphincter. The moment it was out, the feces stored inside her rectum splattered into the bowl, through her gaping asshole.
“Let’s keep the rest for later,” said Alicia, pushing the plug back in. She turned to face the main camera. “So, for those of you just tuning in: you are watching our dirty dungeon challenge. My lovely roommate Elena’s going to spend the entire weekend chained up down here, living on nothing but piss and shit. I’m going to facilitate and dish out punishments as necessary.”
Elena glanced to the right. The channel's chat was filled with excited chatter, and the viewer numbers were rising. She stuck her head in the bowl and took a tentative bite. It was about the same temperature as Alicia’s urine, and the vile taste made her shudder.
“Like a piggy at the trough,” said Alicia, giggling and tapping a message on her phone. “Eat up.”
“God, that’s so disgusting.” Elena coughed, stifling a burp. But she forced another bite when she heard the satisfying ping of a new tip. “I think I’m gonna puke.”
“Puke into the bowl if you have to, but either way, you’ll have to eat it.”
“I need a break.”
Alicia gave her an amused glance. “A break’s gonna cost you. Your rules.”
With a sigh, Elena rested her head on the floor, sticking her butt up. She didn’t have to wait for long. With a whoosh, the belt swung through the air, landing on her right butt cheek with a sharp crack.
“Ouch! Fuck.”
“That’s what you get for being a disobedient slut. Ass up! If you wiggle around, you’re getting them on your cunt.”
Two more strikes rained down on Elena’s butt, making her wince and her skin burn.
“Okay, okay.” Steeling herself, she put her head back in the bowl and took another bite. It felt soft, and the moment she chewed, the taste intensified.
Another crack on her butt made her jump. “Swallow!”
“All right, all right,” mumbled Elena, forcing the chewed-up mush down. “There!”
Alicia leaned down to squeeze her nipple. “You could be sitting in an air conditioned office instead of being chained up in a basement, like a filthy animal. Do you regret quitting your job yet?”
“Hell no. Still better than doing other people’s taxes.”
“Yeah, I see what you mean.” Alicia let go of the nipple, weighing Elena’s heavy right breast in her hand. “I’m starting to enjoy this little side hustle. Despite your stench.”
Elena swallowed hard. “Can I get some piss to wash it down?”
“When you’ve eaten up.”
It took fifteen minutes and a lot more encouraging tips until the bowl was finally empty. Elena exhaled sharply, then yelped when another strike hit her butt.
“You missed a few bits,” came Alicia’s amused voice from behind. “Lick it clean, piggy.”
Ally, you bitch!
After a thorough licking, Alicia relented, finally offering the bottle. Elena sucked on it, gulping down the urine, which tasted much better compared to the rest of her breakfast. She burped, now convinced that her meal would stay down, at least for now.
“So, guys,” said Alicia. “How about some tips? What are we gonna do next?”
A few moments later, there was another ping, followed by a round of applause from the speakers.
“Lucky you!” Alicia held up the large mains-powered vibrator. “Someone paid for a reward. Get on your back, I’ll make you come.” Another ping, another round of applause, followed by more pings. “Oh. While you’re gagged and wear clover clamps. Ouch! That’s gonna be interesting.”
Oh, fuck.
“Let’s do the gag first. That’ll help keep the noise down when we put the clamps on you.”
It took a moment to untangle the straps of the ball gag harness. Elena sat back on her heels with the large red ball in her mouth, waiting while Alicia buckled the straps under her chin, up her forehead, across her cheeks, and over her head.
With a grin, Alicia held up the clover clamps, connected by a short chain. “Guys, you can ask any woman. These little things are pure evil.”
Elena took a deep breath.
There was no preparing for the sharp, vicious pain that followed. She screamed into the gag as the clamps crushed both nipples simultaneously.
Why the hell did I put these on the fucking menu?!
“It’s even worse when you pull on the chain,” said Alicia, doing exactly that, ignoring Elena’s poisonous glare. “Under normal circumstances, you can’t come like this. But luckily, we have exactly the tool we need to force that orgasm out of her.”
Taking quick, shallow breaths through her nose, Elena bit down hard on the gag and clenched her muscles around the base of the butt plug. She leaned back with her legs spread wide, facing the camera.
The vibrator’s hum intensified as Alicia switched it to the highest level. She sat down and pressed it against Elena’s engorged clit, keeping one hand on the chain connecting the clamps.
“I don’t know if you can see it, guys, but we’re both super wet.”
After three well-paid, forced orgasms, Elena was unable to tell pleasure from pain. She was lying on her back with trembling legs, her vacant eyes staring at the ceiling. Her sweat had brought the dried shit on her face and breasts to new life.
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
“That’s enough for now,” said Alicia, turning off the vibrator. “Little piggy needs a break. But first we’ll have to take off those clamps.”
Elena’s eyes widened, but before she could protest, Alicia had taken both off. She screamed and cursed when the blood rushed back, slamming her mitted fists on the floor while Alicia massaged her tortured nipples.
Fuck, that hurts. I’m gonna double the price for that shit.
“Let’s take the gag off, too. I think she wanted to tell us something. But if I hear profanity, the clamps go back on. Clear?”
Elena nodded.
When all the straps were unbuckled, she worked her jaw. Between the clamps and the vibrator ripping orgasms out of her, the ball gag had been a minor issue. Exhausted and unable to stand up, she turned to the side, taking deep breaths.
“Oh God, I never came this hard in my life.”
“Eww,” said Alicia, an amused smirk on her face, “you’ve got shit breath.”
“Must be something I ate.”
Alicia glanced at the screen. “Stuff her snatch?” She pushed her index finger into Elena’s pussy. “Buddy, with that plug up her ass, I can barely get a finger in.”
A flurry of messages with suggestions appeared on the screen. Then another ping.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” said Alicia, grabbing the chain connected to Elena’s collar. “Let’s strap her to the fuck bench and pack her shit until lunch.”
Just like last night, the fuck bench proved to be a money maker. Secured to the bench by a myriad of leather straps, Elena endured the vicious anal pounding of the fucking machine. Fueled by the endless ping of incoming tips, the machine kept going at a rapid pace, burying the oversized dildo to the hilt.
Alicia sat next to her, alternating between reading on her phone and masturbating. Once in a while she served a gulp from the bottle and applied new lubrication to Elena’s battered asshole.
After three hours, Alicia glanced at her phone, then turned off the machine. “Lunch time! You must be hungry.”
“Not for what I’m getting, but okay. Let’s have it.”
Alicia pulled the fucking machine back. “Wow. That’s a massive gape you got there.” She quickly held the bowl under Elena’s ass. “Go ahead! You need something to eat.”
Elena pushed a compacted chunk out. She sighed, relieved to finally be able to move her bowels, but not particularly thrilled about the next item on the agenda.
“That’s not enough,” said Alicia, squeezing and twisting Elena’s nipple. “Fill it up, or you’ll get some of mine. I saved plenty, just in case you run out.”
A second push filled the bowl to the brim. Alicia gave her a slap on the ass, then aligned the fucking machine’s massive dildo and pushed it back in.
“They can keep going while I feed you. It’s unbelievable how much money that slutty ass of yours is making.”
“Definitely an ass fuck for the ages. Do you think I’ll need those diapers?”
Alicia chuckled. “For a few days at least. You’re so loose back there, I could get both hands inside.”
When Alicia appeared in front of her with the bowl and a spoon, the machine was already back in high gear, relentlessly pounding her from behind. Strapped down and unable to move, Elena opened her mouth.
Oh God, here it comes.
As slowly as Alicia allowed, Elena ate her lunch, one overfull spoon at a time. Her stomach heaved, and it took every bit of self-discipline to not spit it back out. She looked at the bowl and groaned.
Not even half done. Fuck.
“I’m full! Can’t you rub some of it on my face or on my tits?”
“That would be cheating, piggy.”
“Then gimme the strap. I need a break.”
Alicia put down the spoon. “While you’re being ass-fucked? Okay. But don’t think you’re getting out of eating up.”
When another ping and a round of applause announced a big tip, Alicia stared at the screen and winced. Elena read the instructions and couldn’t help but laugh.
“Well, Ally, looks like you got a really nice offer. That's a couple month’s rent right there. Your share and mine.”
Alicia stared at the bowl, retching. “Dammit.”
“That stink makes you wanna puke, huh?” said Elena, grinning. “It’s worse when you’ve got it in your mouth. And when you chew on it, that’s when the full flavor hits you. But it’s too good to pass up, right?”
“Yeah. Ugh!”
“The tip’s for you, so dig in!” Elena’s grin broadened, the fucking machine hammering her ass all but forgotten. “There’s plenty of piss left to wash it down. And don’t forget to lick the bowl.”