CROSS-COUNTRY DUNGEON

BY LIRCROWFALL

Steve rang the doorbell of the massive suburban mansion and was
greeted at the door by 11-year-old Samantha, the captain of his
cross-country team.

"Come on in, Coach. Everyone's downstairs."

He stepped inside and was immediately taken by the splendour of
Samantha's house, which even exceeded the outer ostentation of
its size. He didn't know what Samantha's parents did for a
living, but they sure weren't primary school teachers like
himself.

Sam lead him downstairs, her dirty blonde hair bouncing along in
front of him. He hadn't wanted to call this meeting, but after
the last cross-country meet, he knew he had to do something to
inspire team unity. The nine girls on his team -- three of them
nine years old, three ten and three eleven -- had the ability to
be league champions, but not if they kept acting the way they did
toward each other in practice and at meets, and especially the
way they acted toward Tabitha, a nine- year-old runner and the
newest member of the team. They treated the poor girl as if she
was below them, when in reality Steve knew -- and he suspected
the other girls knew -- that she was their best runner.

The small furnished basement was in sharp contrast to the size of
the rest of the house. The girls had set up several chairs around
a coffee table in the middle of the room. They were all there:
9-year-old Tabitha, his best and quietest runner, looking -- as
always -- unsure of herself. Siobhan, 9, the most artistic of the
bunch. Her hair was a bright shade of blue on this fall day (it
changed constantly). Frighteningly intense 9-year-old River,
their youngest team member, who Steve always suspected of some
sort of undiagnosed manic-depressive disorder. Veronica, the
10-year-old tomboy and naturally most athletic of the nine. The
identical 10-year-old twins, Sarah and Tarah, with their hair
pulled back in identical ponytails. Bookish and mathematical
11-year-old Matilda. Haughty and superior (this girl must come
from money too, Steve thought) 11-year-old Miranda. And
finally,11-year-old Samantha, their captain and social leader,
who handed him a glass of water as he sat down.

"Thanks, Sam," he said. "Where are your parents?"

"Coach, it's 3 o'clock on a Friday," she said, with a wry smile.
"They're still at work."

"Right," Steve said, and took a long sip of the water.

He began to talk then about team chemistry, about how they needed
to come together and support each other, about how he thought the
only one actually being a team player among them was their newest
member, Tabitha. The 9-year-old looked horrified and somewhat
frightened as he said this, no doubt, he thought, because kids
these days were terrified of being seen as yielding to any sort
of authority.

Steve's throat felt dry as he spoke. He reached for the rest of
the water Sam had given him, downed it one gulp, and began
telling the girls how he wanted them to act at practice and at
meets. He felt suddenly dizzy. They seemed to be listening. All
nine were watching him intensely, hanging on his every word,
absorbing his wisdom. Or at least it seemed to him, though he
couldn't tell because he felt so warm and stuffy in the tiny
basement. Then the room started spinning. He thought he heard
stuck-up Miranda say something about "It working," but he
couldn't focus on source points of noise. His last memory was a
close-up view of the carpet.

Steve awoke with a frigid shock, as of plunging into icy water.
He looked around, his eyes adjusting to being awake and to a
diffuse, soft reddish light that was around him. His mind was
still cloudy but he could clearly make out athletic Veronica
standing in front of him holding an empty bucket.

She was naked except for what appeared to be a black leather loin
cloth and knee-high black leather boots.

His mind cleared instantly.

"Veronica? What the hell is go--" he tried to move toward her as
he spoke, but soon realised he couldn't. His arms were secured
over his head, spread wide, his wrists locked into a pair of
thick black leather cuffs that were suspended to some sort of
pulley contraption on the ceiling. He gave a swift jerk on the
chains.

"That won't help." It was Samantha's voice. "Those are much, much
stronger than even a muscular 30-year-old man like you."

He looked around for her, and realised that some sort of collar
was on his neck, another set of cuffs were on his ankles and were
anchored to the floor about four feet apart, keeping his legs
spread wide. Other than that, he was totally naked.

"Sam?" he said.

She stepped in front of him then, his team captain. Her
shoulder-length, dirty- blonde hair was loose around her tanned
face. She wore a silver latex long-sleeved top that only ran
across the top of her chest and didn't cover the preteen breasts
that were sprouting there. She also wore silver latex hot pants,
silver thigh-high boots and a thick silver belt that a had a
coiled silver bullwhip from it.

"No," she said. "For the next 48 hours, there is no Sam. You will
call me 'Goddess,' but you will speak, of course, only when you
are ordered to."

Steve finally took note of his full surroundings. He was in a
type of bondage dungeon, lit only by fake torches in the stone
walls. The room was large. Far off to his left, he could make out
what appeared to be a cage or series of cages against the wall.
The ceiling was, so far as he could tell, at least 15 feet high.

"Your parents will be home soon, Sam," he said.

"My parents will be home Monday afternoon," she said. "They go
away for four days every other weekend. They trust me." Several
of the girls snickered.

"My parents don't think I know about their little playpen here.
They don't know that I have a key. They don't suspect that the
eight of us all take sewing and fabric and fashion design classes
at school because make our own fetish outfits. And they certainly
don't know that we come down here every other weekend to punish
your favourite little cross-country star."

She motioned to the other side of the room, and kneeling there
was Tabitha, hands behind her back, wearing only a thick black
leather collar with metal studs and rings on it. A chain went
from the collar to the hand of Miranda, the spoiled rich girl.
She wore a red latex cat suit and knee-high, platform black
leather boots. At her waist was buckled a thick black leather
belt, and hanging from it was a two- foot long cat-o-nine tails
with tight barbed knots on its ends.

Steve struggled to maintain control, but it was no use. He could
feel his cock stiffening at the site of Tabitha, her strawberry
blonde hair spilling over her naked shoulders, kneeling before
Miranda.

"I suspected you would enjoy this," Samantha said. "Looks like I
was right." She walked over to him then, reached out and stroked
his cock very lightly with her fingernails. Steve drew a sharp
intake of breath, closed his eyes and shuddered. Someone breathed
on his chest. He opened his eyes to find the top of Siobhan's
blue-haired head leaning into him and licking his nipples.

Metal clanked and people shuffled across the room. He looked up
and saw the twins and Miranda hauling Tabitha to her feet. Each
twin grabbed an arm of the 9- year-old and held it high above her
head, spread to the sides. He noticed a pair of shackles --
exactly like the ones he wore, only smaller in circumference for
Tabitha's tiny wrists -- hanging there. Miranda shackled the
girl's wrists in place, and then the trio moved to her ankles,
where another set of cuffs was waiting to make sure Tabitha's
legs would stay spread wide. Miranda then leaned down toward the
chained, naked Tabitha. She reached out with her tongue and
licked Tabitha's right nipple. Tarah, one of the twins, stroked
Tabitha's left nipple, while Sarah, the other twin, walked around
behind the now-spread-eagled girl, grabbed Tabitha's hair, pulled
her head back and kissed her long and deeply on the lips.

Meanwhile, Siobhan kept up her assault on Steve's nipples and
Samantha kept oh-so-lightly touching his now-rock-hard cock.
Someone was behind him, leaning in close, rubbing her preteen
body up against his muscular frame. He couldn't tell who it was,
but he had the sensation of Matilda, the math whiz, with her
eyeglasses and soft little fingers. Steve was coming close to
climax. He wanted to shout, THIS IS WRONG, but every time he
opened his mouth, someone -- usually Samantha - - touched him in
just the right spot to make him lose his presence of mind. From
across the room, he heard chains rattling and Tabitha moaning.

"That's enough." It was Sam's voice again. The girls stopped
touching Steve, and he quickly recovered enough to speak.

"Sam, this is insane," he said. "Let us go now, and no one will
get in trouble."

"The two of you are already in trouble," Samantha said. "I have
to punish you, rather severely, for refusing to call me
'Goddess,' as I instructed you to. You will also, by the way,
call all of the other girls 'Mistress,' except, of course, for
the little whore over there in the chains. You can refer to that
slut any way you'd like, as long as it's degrading."

"Sam--"

"You might want to cut that out now," she said. "You see, we're
not just going to torment you, stupid. Every punishment you get
here will be shared by the little cum-dumpster over there. The
more you disobey, the more your star runner gets tortured."

Steve opened his mouth to protest again, but thought better of
it.

"Your whole team is here, Coach," Samantha said. "All nine of us.
Minus slut- puppy over there, that leaves eight, which means four
each to torture each of you. Oh, and one more thing. When we're
done whipping you, you will have to pleasure all eight of us in a
row. If you fail, slut-puppy will get two hours of her favourite:
electric shock torture."

"NOOO!!," Tabitha pleaded from across the room. "Please, Goddess,
no.

Anything but that, please."

Samantha just laughed.

"Shall we begin, girls?"

There was a sound of unbuckling and rustling as each girl picked
up her chosen torture implement or unhooked it from her belt. For
the first time, Steve took in fully what each girl was wearing.
The twins, Sarah and Tarah, had on matching leather corsets,
leather panties, leather boots and thick leather belts. Sarah was
dressed all in white; Tarah, in black. Each of the twins had two
floggers hanging from their belts, one at each hip, and even the
four leather floggers matched the colours of their respective
outfits. Siobhan, dressed only in a leather harness, picked up a
long bamboo cane and gave it a good swoosh through the air before
taking up a position behind Steve. River, the youngest team
member at 9, wore only leopard-print latex panties and black
leather boots. She held an enormous black leather bullwhip that,
when fully extended, had to be taller than she was. Mathematical
Matilda wore skin-tight black leather pants and a black leather
bikini-like top. She held a long-handled horsewhip. Athletic
Veronica, in only her black leather loincloth and boots, held a
paddle that must have been 16-inches long. It was covered in
little silver metal studs, and spelled out "PUNISH" in studs on
one side. Miranda unhooked the cat-o-nine tails that had been
hanging from her belt. And Samantha, their leader and Goddess,
unhooked her long, silver bullwhip from her hip and let it unfurl
on the dungeon floor right in front of Steve.

"Miranda, do the honours."

Red-latex clad Miranda raised the cat-o-nine tails high over her
shoulder. There was a loud whistle as the nine leather strands
and barbs hurtled through the air. Tabitha closed her eyes, and
her muscles visibly tensed.

THWACK!

The vicious whip connected right across the girl's chest. She
tried not to scream, but couldn't help a loud grunt. Steve opened
his mouth again to protest but was stopped short as something
long, thin and stiff -- it must have been Siobhan's rattan cane
-- connected with his ass.

Then the melee was on.

The dungeon was alight with the flash of leather and aflame with
the screams of Steve and Tabitha. They were each being tortured
by four girls, all expertly wielding brutal implements of
torment. On Steve were Siobhan with her cane, Matilda with her
horsewhip, one of the twins with her dual floggers and, of
course, Samantha with her bullwhip. She was snapping it down
repeatedly onto Steve's hard cock. Within minutes he'd given up
on trying to avoid the blows and was grunting with each crack of
a whip.

But mostly he watched what transpired 15 feet away.

They'd arranged themselves so that he could see everything. One
of the twins and Veronica, holding that enormous studded paddle,
stood behind the little girl whipping away. Veronica wielded the
implement with two hands, delivering its blows as if it were a
baseball bat to Tabitha's sweet ass. In front of the chained girl
stood red-latex clad Miranda with her cat-o-nine tails constantly
flailing at Tabitha's nipples and tummy. Opposite Miranda was
River, wearing only her latex leopard print panties, lashing away
with a bullwhip that kept snapping, with expert precision, on
Tabitha's hairless pussy. The helpless little girl screamed with
every blow that landed.

THWACK!

AAARRRGGHH!

THWACK!

AAARRRGGHH!!

THWACK! THWACK!

NNNNRRRAAAAGGGHHH!!!

But soon, the whipping was coming too furiously. The strokes were
incessant. All Tabitha could do was writhe in her chains, the
muscles of her taught 9-year-old body contracting as she was
lashed mercilessly and incessantly.

THWACK!

AARR--

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK-THWACK!

NNNNRRREEEAAAGGGHHH!!!!

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK-THWACK!! THW-THWACK-ACK!!

NNNNRRRRAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHH!!!

The 9-year-old's sinewy body was covered in sweat within minutes.
She flailed her head about, straining in her chains, clenching
her teeth, trying to avoid some of the worst of the blows, but
every time she moved another whip struck her in a sensitive spot.
Every time River's bullwhip connected with Tabitha's pussy, River
laughed out loud. Vicious red welts sprung up on Tabitha's tiny
body.

Steve wasn't fairing much better. Samantha's silver bullwhip kept
connecting with his cock or his balls. Tarah's twin floggers were
reddening his chest. Siobhan's rattan cane kept hitting what felt
like the same spot on his ass, and Matilda's horsewhip was
dancing over his back like an enraged mare.

The whipping continued for 20 minutes. With eight mistresses, the
torment never let up, only increased in intensity and power as
time wore on. Occasionally, Miranda would stop whipping Tabitha
long enough to lean in and kiss the quivering, sweating slave
girl deeply on the lips while Sarah with her floggers and
Veronica with her studded paddle kept hammering away at Tabitha
from behind.

At one point, Tarah ceased using her floggers on Steve and
kneeled in front of him, taking his rock-hard, tormented cock in
her mouth. He closed his eyes in ecstasy as Samantha, Matilda and
Siobhan kept punishing him.

"Open your eyes, slave. I want you to look at the slut across the
room," Samantha told him, as her bullwhip connected with his
upper chest.

He watched. River was going down on Tabitha, her head between
Tabitha's sweat-covered and welt-streaked thighs. Around the two
of them, the whipping of Tabitha continued relentlessly.
Tabitha's eyes closed in pleasure at the touch of River's tongue
on her pussy, but then flew open in pain. Steve, through the haze
in his mind created by everything around him and by Sarah's lips
around his cock, barely registered what he was seeing. River was
pulling down and away, slowly, from between Tabitha's thighs, and
she had Tabitha's preteen clitoral hood clenched firmly between
her front teeth. Tabitha froze, wanting to pull away, but knowing
that River was not going to let go. The other three girls,
meanwhile, continued to mercilessly lash Tabitha's sweat-drenched
9-year-old body. River had Tabitha's glistening clitoral hood
distended about four inches from Tabitha's body. Then River
clenched her teeth harder and turned her head slowly from side to
side, twisting the engorged, tormented little girl's clitoris.

AAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Tabitha screamed louder than she had yet. Steve felt himself
coming to climax, when suddenly Sarah stopped sucking on him and
stood up.

"I think he's about ready, Goddess," Sarah said. Across the room,
Tabitha screamed again as River opened her mouth, letting go of
Tabitha's clitoris, which snapped back into place between her
pussy lips.

"Very good. Mount him."

Sarah took off her white leather panties but left her corset and
belt on, hooking her whips back into place on her hips before
grabbing hold of Steve's shoulders and hauling herself up. She
eased her 10-year-old, waifish body down, impaling her pussy on
Steve's rock hard member. She lifted her face to his and kissed
Steve deeply and passionately on the lips. With her boots on
Steve's thighs, she began to pump up and down, and he began to
thrust in rhythm.

There was a lull in the action. Tabitha stopped screaming and
just stood there, sweating, quivering, hanging in her chains,
watching. All the other girls watched too. Miranda's mouth hung
slightly open. River licked her lips. Veronica, who was also
sweating from the exertion of going to bat on Tabitha's ass,
stepped forward and stroked Tabitha's hair as she watched Sarah
mount Steve. The smell of sweat, leather and latex filled the
dungeon.

"Tarah, come over here and whip your sister," Samantha said.
Sarah's 10-year- old twin, physically identical in every way
except that she wore black instead of white leather, obeyed
without question.

Samantha, her bullwhip coiled in her right hand, then walked
across the room to behind Tabitha. Samantha reached up and
stroked Tabitha's sweat-drenched face, then ran her hand down the
punished girl's side, touching every red lash mark that
criss-crossed the skin over Tabitha's rib cage.

"Start the torment again," Samantha said.

Steve heard a whoosh and then a CRACK!, and then Sarah, who was
still pumping up and down on his cock, convulsed as her sister
connected with a flogger stroke on her back. Sarah squealed into
Steve's mouth. He drank in her muffled scream just before
Siobhan's rattan cane struck his ass. He didn't cry out, but he
found his body involuntarily flinching forward and up, thrusting
him deeper into Sarah's pussy. Matilda's horsewhip then connected
with his back, and he let out a muffled cry into Sarah's
strawberry-flavoured mouth. From across the room there was a
whistling sound, and then two loud SNAP! noises in immediate
succession as Samantha's and River's bullwhips connected
somewhere on Tabitha's soft body, and then rattling chains and a
scream from the 9-year-old. In mid scream, Miranda's cat-o-nine
connected across Tabitha's chest.

WWWHHHHPPPSSSSSHHHH!!!

AAARRRRGGGGHHH!!!!

WWHHPPSSHH! WWHHPPSSHH!

NNNNNRRRRREEEEEAAAAGGHHH!!!

THWACK!

AAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!

THWACK-THWACK!!

NNNNNRRRRRRRRAAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHHH!!!!

THWA-THWACK!

AARRRRGGHHHH!!!

Steve watched this as Sarah, meanwhile, kept pumping away on his
cock. She grunted and convulsed every few seconds as her twin
sister's whips connected with her back just above her corset, or
with her skinny little bum. After a few minutes she spasmed long
and hard and then came with a trembling shudder and a scream.
Steve couldn't help but do the same, coming at the exact moment
Siobhan's cane crashed into him, thrusting his cum deep into
Sarah. He wanted to go limp in his chains, but the whippings
continued.

"Stop," Samantha said. "My turn."

She walked slowly over to Steve, her high-heeled boots clicking
on the stone of the dungeon floor. Sarah peeled herself off of
him. Samantha touched his sweating, burning chest and then leaned
down and ran her tongue over his nipples. His cock, limp from its
exertion with Sarah, began to stiffen again. He groaned.

"Very nice," Samantha said. "You might even last for most of us."
She turned to face the girls clustered around the heaving, sweaty
Tabitha. "Why isn't the slave slut screaming in torment?"

Immediately, wordlessly, the Mistresses turned their attentions
back to Tabby and Steve. Samantha took off her latex hot pants as
the tremendous whistling sound of half a dozen whips in flight
filled the dungeon. Two connected with Steve's back at the same
time. All four Mistresses connected with Tabitha at once.

NNNNRRRRRRRREEEEEEAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!

Every part of her tiny body was clamped in pain. She screamed
louder than she had all day.

"Much better," Samantha said as she mounted Steve. The sounds
continued: the whistle of a whip through the air, the strike of
leather on flesh, the rattle of chains as Tabby convulsed in
pain, the agonised scream of the tortured little girl. The
sensations continued: the whoosh from behind Steve, the SNAP!
against his ass or back, the extra thrusting of his body up and
forward into Samantha.

The process repeated over and over again.

Samantha, apparently, was expert not only at painful torture, but
at pleasurable torment as well. She varied her rhythm,
alternately bringing Steve to the brink of cumming and then
bringing him back down, only to work him yet higher before easing
off. This continued for almost twenty minutes. All the while the
brutal whippings continued. Pools of sweat formed under Tabby and
Steve. Then Samantha, in a magnificent crescendo of whips and
pain and pleasure and lust, allowed Steve to come, and they came
at the same time, both of their screams temporarily even drowning
out Tabby's tortured yelps.

The whippings and fuckings continued for more than an hour as
each mistress in turn mounted Steve and fucked him until he
climaxed. All the while Tabitha's 9- year-old body absorbed blow
after blow from the vicious whips. Occasionally a mistress would
lean in and touch Tabitha in mock soothery, or give her a long,
wet kiss on the mouth. In the end, the little girl merely hung
there in her chains, her entire body, from her knees up to neck,
criss-crossed with streaks, welts and trickles of blood. One
stroke, delivered by River's bullwhip, even caught her across the
cheek. River tried to lick the trickles of blood off Tabitha's
body. The tortured slave girl moaned at the touch of River's
tongue.

"I think we need a group shower," Samantha said.

The next two hours were a blur to Steve. The dungeon was equipped
with a large, white-tiled shower room that had an enormous
jacuzzi-style tub along one whole wall. His mind felt hazy and
limp as he allowed the girls, all now stripped of their mistress
gear, to bathe him and rub soothing oils into his welts and
wounds. Matilda and Veronica tenderly washed Tabitha and rubbed
healing ointments into the slave girl's wounds. After drying off,
Steve found himself with the nine little girls inside a
subterranean bedroom off the dungeon. the bed was a massive
circular mattress, easily 15 feet in diameter, with tall wooden
posts set at intervals around it. From the tops of each post hung
a pair of thick black leather cuffs. Cuffs also dangled from the
posts at bed level.

Samantha drew Steve onto the bed and kissed him passionately,
slowly on the mouth.

"You did well," she said. "Tabitha is not going to have to
undergo the electric shock torture -- not right now, at least."

He looked around. On one side of the bed, the twins were cuddling
with and caressing Tabitha's tormented body. Along one of the
posts, Miranda had Veronica kneeling with Veronica's hands
chained over her head. Miranda was strapping on a massive black
rubber dildo that had knobs and stiff rubber barbs along its
shaft.

"Punishment fuck me, mistress," Steve heard Veronica whimper. The
athletic girl thrust her pussy toward Miranda. "Please, Mistress,
please punish fuck me ..."

Against one post, nearby to Steve and Samantha, River was chained
with her wrists and ankles behind her back. She stared hungrily
at the other girls, but made no attempt to struggle against the
chains.

"Goddess, may I ask a question?" Steve said.

"You may."

"Why is River chained to a post by herself?"

"River has ... trouble drawing distinctions between pleasure and
pain," Samantha said. "It's not that she's the most sadistic of
us -- that honour goes to Miranda. And it's not that we don't
want her to love giving and receiving pleasure and pain - -
obviously. It's that she simply doesn't know the difference. If
she is allowed free while still full of energy, we're a bit
afraid of what she might do. So when we're in bed, especially
when we're sleepy, like tonight, we chain her up to keep her from
hurting anyone. Still we love her. Would you join me?"

Eleven-year-old Samantha crawled over to River and began sucking
on one of the 9-year-old girl's nipples. Steve put his lips
around the other. He reached down and put his hand on River's
soft, hairless pussy. River roared like a mountain lion, arched
her body toward Samantha and Steve, and then began to purr as the
two caressed her and licked her.

After a few minutes, Samantha pulled away.

"I must attend to Siobhan before she does something too creative
with Matilda. Use little River here all you'd like. Just don't
get too close to her teeth." Steve rolled River's dripping little
clitoris around between his fingers and kept sucking on her tiny
pink nipples. The girl started thrashing in her chains and was
keeping up a steady stream of purring and moaning with occasional
roars thrown in. Steve abruptly stopped at one point, flipped
over onto his back, and pulled himself underneath River so that
his mouth was positioned right below her hairless pussy. Then he
went to work with his tongue and lips. After only a minute or
two, someone put her lips around his cock -- unbelievably, it was
hard again, despite coming eight times that afternoon -- and
started sucking. He glanced down to see Siobhan's blue hair
dangling over his cock. She glanced up at him, green eyes looking
through a net of blue hair, and hummed as she kept sucking.
Across the bed, Tabitha was sound asleep in the arms of the naked
10-year-old twins who were dozing off themselves. Eleven-year-old
Miranda had Veronica flipped over now and was thrusting the
knobby, massive dildo into Veronica's ass. The 10- year-old
athletic girl was letting out a soft, high-pitched moan with each
thrust. Bookish Matilda, 11, and Samantha were kissing and
stroking each other's hair.

Steve went in hard with his tongue on River's pussy. He felt
himself tiring, the day's exertions having worn him out. He
brought the little girl to climax in about 10 minutes, and he
came into Siobhan's mouth at exactly the same time. Siobhan
shimmied up next to him so the two were holding each other,
staring up at the satisfied River.

"It's OK if we unchain her now. She should be too tired to cause
any trouble," Siobhan said. They undid River's chains, found some
pillows, and Siobhan and River slid their 9-year-old bodies next
to Steve, their heads resting on each side of his chest. Steve
drifted off to sleep, the gentle thrusting of Miranda and
Veronica in his ears, the naked bodies of two gorgeous, exhausted
little girls, taking deep, even breaths, asleep on his chest.