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Ravaged
by Mellanie Hewlitt (mellaniehewlitt@hotmail.com)

***

A young woman at a law office is blindfolded, 
handcuffed, gagged and sexually tortured into multiple 
orgasms by the members of THE DUNGEON. (M+/F, nc, 
forced, bd)

***

This is a true story of a personal experience I shared 
with my senior law partner during law school pupilage 
days. For obvious reasons names of characters below are 
fictitious. Otherwise all events are true and accurate. 

I was then 24 years old and was scheduled to be married 
in 3 short months to my high school flame Desmond. 
Desmond was an accountant and whilst we have been in 
love and enjoyed regular sex, I had always wondered 
what sex would be like with another man. 

The opportunities were plenty for casual sex in thee 
office, my looks appealed to many male colleagues in 
the office. I was not tall, 1.67 meters, of fair 
complexion with long black hair, a slight figure (I 
weigh only 43-45kg), angular face and a petite body, 
with long leg/arms and small, firm breasts. 

But sex in the office was out of the question given my 
catholic background (and parents). So I had resigned 
myself to my fate. That was until I received a surprise 
invitation by Jeff Smith, the senior partner (and 
office playboy) for a farewell dinner. Jeff had told me 
that the office had organized this for me in 
appreciation of my handwork with the law firm. And 
suspecting nothing amiss, I agreed. 

I should have been alerted to foul play when no one at 
the office seemed to be aware of the farewell dinner. 
Jeff said it was a "surprise" and being the trusting 
fool that I was, I believed him. When he met me in my 
cubicle on Friday night, he even insisted that he had 
to blindfold me as I was not supposed to know the 
location of the restaurant. This he did in his car. 

After what seemed like a 25 minute journey, we pulled 
to a stop and I was guided into a room. It was 
uncomfortably warm and humid and there was the 
unmistakable scent of sweat and semen in the air. My 
pulse raised as I heard alien voices and I 
enquired...."Where are we Jeff, what is this place?". 
Jeff reassured me we were in a "Theme Restaurant". 

My blindfolds were drawn tighter as no-longer gentle 
hands pushed me roughly onto a damp smelly mattress and 
forced my hands above my head and handcuffed them to 
the bed posts. I heard the woman's voice again: 

Woman: "She is gorgeous Jeff, just where do you find 
them, so young, lithe, so beautiful." 

Jeff: "I do what I can to please you. You have the 
goods, now I need the crack as agreed Monica" 

Monica: "Its in cellar, going already, why not stays 
for the main event?" 

Jeff: "No thanks, the less I know oaf what goes on in 
the Dungeons, the better," 

A door slammed and in that instance I felt so alone. I 
knew from the voices that there were at least 4 people 
in the room, but as the blindfold was removed, I was 
horrified to be greeted by a silent audience of at 
least 5 men and 6 women all surrounding me as I lay 
bound to a huge four poster bed. 

An overhead ceiling mirror presented a reflection of 
myself on thee immense bed. They were all old, above 60 
at least and all of them were naked. A sense of utter 
revulsion crept through me as I gazed upon their old 
and frail bodies. 

A woman moved toward and spoke, I recognized her voice 
as Monica; 

Monica: "Welcome to the Dungeon Kelly, you are our 
honoured guest. I can see why Jeff demanded such a big 
haul of crack for an exquisite creature like you..." 

Me: "Who are you, why are you doing this to me, what do 
you want?" 

Monica: "Questions, questions, here we ask the 
questions, and you answer. Don't be afraid, no physical 
harm will come to you, after all you are the main event 
for this evening." 

I turned my head and my gaze fell upon pair after pair 
of hungry eyes, and they were all staring openly, 
lustfully, at my body and me. I was disgusted when I 
noticed that one old bespectacled man was actually 
trying to peek up my black skirt between my legs. I 
squeezed both legs tighter and writhe away. 

"She looks good enough to eat," one croaked.

"Me first!" shouted another. 

And they all edged closer to the bed. I could feel 
their putrid stale breath and another waive of 
revulsion swept through me. 

Monica: "Now, now, Kelly will be available for all, for 
the entire of this evening, so there is no need to 
rush. Without further delay, let us all proceed with 
the meal." 

As the import of her words dawned upon me, I let loose 
an ear piercing scream. Immediately a gag was fastened 
over my mouth. Firm hands removed my blouse, bra, 
stockings and skirt. I put up a valiant struggle as 
they had neglected to secure my legs. But there were 
just too many of them. Layer after layer of clothing 
was removed, and as my panties, the last shred of cloth 
was torn away, they all collectively stood back to 
admire their handy work. 

Never had I felt so vulnerable and humiliated. I could 
feel thee cold air brushing against the bare skin of my 
body. Tears of anger welled up in my eyes. Monica 
noticed and moved forward. 

Monica: "Do not be afraid, I did say that not one hair 
on your exquisite body will bee harmed, and we will 
keep that promise. You see, all our err... diners here 
have a penchant for a common sweet dessert, we all 
believe that the body of a beautiful girl should be 
savored and experienced in the flesh. I would advise 
you to relax and enjoy this very unique experience." 

I gave a weak kick, token resistance, as my legs were 
parted and handcuffed to each bed post. The old 
bespectacled man approached first. I could see the 
drool from his toothless old gums as he ran his fingers 
over my breasts. He seemed the oldest and most senior. 

Monica: "Oh forgive me I forgot the introductions, this 
is Judge Bentley from Europe, he is very wealthy and 
has paid a kings ransom to be the first to worship your 
temple. He fell in love from the moment he first saw 
your photograph. 

I could hear the Judge utter under his breath, 
"Exquisite, exquisite, skin so fair and smooth, so 
soft, , and so lithe a young body", he curled his 
tongue around my left nipple and began to gently suck, 
lick and taste. Then he moved to the right breast. 

"Leave some for us," croaked an old woman. 

To my utter horror, Monica said; "Judge Bentley, would 
you object if your wife joined you?" 

The Judge did not reply as he sucked hungrily on my 
right nipple. Goose bumps appeared on my skin as I felt 
the cold trail off saliva he left across my breasts. In 
spite of myself, I could feel my nipples growing taut 
and erect. I felt flushed and breathless. 

I sensed, rather than saw, the old woman join her 
husband, she took her place between my open legs. She 
kissed and caressed my inner calves with here 
lips...."so fragrant, soft and smooth" she muttered. 

Slowly but surely she worked her way toward my vagina. 
Paused for awhile, and then started licking hungrily 
between my legs. I closed my eyes as I tried to fight 
the waves of sweet torment that fed through my body. In 
spite of myself, I felt my entire body giving in to the 
experience. Every fibre on my body seemed charged with 
electricity. 

Sensing a change Monica gently removed my gag and said, 
"If you behave, this stays off." 

"Please stop!" I croaked weakly. "I can't take anymore 
of this!" 

Monica smiled, "You don't sound very convincing, 
besides, this is just the beginning Kelly." With that 
she beckoned to another 2 men and they eagerly mounted 
the bed. The Judge had turned his attention to licking 
my stomach, and the lips of the two men replaced his on 
each of my nipples. 

I felt degraded and humiliated and tried to ignore the 
delicious sensations that were infiltrating every pore 
of my body. The sweet torment and assault on my body 
and its senses sent me spiraling on a vertigo. My body 
was bathed in a fine sheen of perspiration and saliva. 

While hiss wife continued to explore the increasingly 
moist folds off my vagina, Judge Bentley moved his 
tongue, mouth and nose to my upper arms, then lingered 
unbearably at my left armpit as he inhaled the musky 
odor, "Aahhh! So fragrant," he uttered and continued 
his exploration of my sweetly tortured body. 

I was overcome with shame as I realized that I was 
unable to voluntarily reject the sinful and morally 
degrading acts that were performed on my body. >From 
deep within me I felt the first tell-tale signs of a 
damn building up. Slowly but surely the Orgasm crept 
closer. 

I tried to shut my mind, body and senses off, tune out 
the delicious waves that rushed towards me. But it was 
hopeless. I felt hands, tongues, and fingers 
everywhere, on my face, my breast my inner thighs, my 
feet, my vagina....they were everywhere. 

Through my half closed eyes I suddenly noticed that the 
rest of the congregation had joined in thee feasting. 
The scene from the ceiling mirror which gazed back at 
me looked like a pack of vultures descending on 
helpless prey. They surrounded me from head to foot. 

An old woman licked my left ear, another kissed my neck 
and moved to my chest. I jerked violently as a wet warm 
tongue suddenly found the already hard and aroused nub 
of my clitoris, tickling it further, teasing it 
relentlessly and unbearably. Again and again the 
persistent tongue flicked over the highly aroused nub, 
delaying the sweet torment. 

And then it came, "No! NOOOOO!" I cried hopelessly as 
the dam burst, wave after wave of pleasure engulfed me. 
My back arched, my body convulsed and I clenched the 
fist of both hands as I rode the crest of the wave. 

It had been months since my last orgasm, but never had 
I ever experienced one, which approached this intensity 
and magnitude. The old woman seemed to redouble her 
efforts as she attempted to cover my entire vagina with 
her mouth. 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, my 
tortured body returned to the bed, I breathed a sign of 
relieve believing the worst was over. My body felt 
spent, totally exhausted and drained of energy, covered 
in a fine sheet of perspiration. I noticed that several 
old men, including the Judge, had ejaculated all over 
me and the bed. Every pore of my body was covered in 
sweat, semen and saliva. The sickly musky odor of sweat 
and semen filled the room. 

Vaguely I became aware as Monica glanced up from 
between my legs. At some time during the ordeal she had 
replaced the old woman. She looked at her watch and 
smiled, "Not bad in just over an hour, but we still 
have the rest of the night." 

I looked back at her in disbelieve, "I cannot go on... 
I'll die!" 

She laughed, "What about our remaining diners, who are 
still hungry?" 

Whilst the Judge and wife and the two original old men 
had retired to the side of the bed, I realized that 
Monica and the remaining "diners" were not through yet. 
Ever so gently Monica continued to tease the wet folds 
of my Vagina with her tongue, whilst someone else undid 
my leg cuffs, opened my leg wider and lifted my 
buttocks of the bed. I could feel a tongue and mouth 
teasing my anal orifice. 

I drifted in and out of consciousness as the assault 
continued on my body. Blurred faces drifted in and out 
of my vision. I was distantly aware that my handcuffs 
were also undone as they turned me over on my front, 
and later on my back. 

As my limp body was caressed and prodded over and over 
again, to my amazement I felt the inner stirring again, 
from deep within me. It was slower this time, and 
stronger. Monica seemed to notice and said, "It will 
take longer for your second orgasm, but it will be more 
intense as you have already come the first time." 

I was brought to the very edge, and suspended there for 
what seemed like an eternity. The bed sheets were 
drenched with a mixture of sweat, semen and saliva, 
Monica continued teasing my clitoris, gently flicking 
it with her tongue. Two women were caressing and 
kissing both my breasts. My sore nipples again became 
erect.

The waive came again, even more intense and powerful. 
My body convulsed in spasms, totally unaccustomed to 
such intense hedonistic pleasure, as the orgasm took 
hold. To my horror, none of them stopped their 
ministering, again and again Monica's tongue repeatedly 
teased my aroused clitoris. The torment was unbearable.

"She is coming again!" someone said. 

And then I realized that this was no ordinary orgasm. 
There seemed like no end in site as each wave of 
pleasure was replaced by another wave of higher 
intensity and urgency. Wave after wave washed over me 
in ever increasing intensity with no end in sight. With 
a shock I realised I was experiencing multiple orgasms. 
At long last, the sensations overwhelmed my 
overextended senses and I blissfully lost 
consciousness. 

It was morning when I opened my eyes. The room was 
empty. I lay spread eagled on thee immense bed. In 
rumpled soiled shits. I felt dehydrated and thirsty, 
and my body felt battered and bruised. But Monica had 
been true to her words, I was otherwise unharmed. The 
soiled sheets stuck like mud to my back and I painfully 
crept out of bed. I found the bathroom, showered and 
retrieved my clothes from the floor. 

As I emerged from the room I noticed for the first time 
that I had been in a house located somewhere in the 
outskirts of town. Ten minutes walk brought me to a 
dusty main road and I was able to hail a cab back home. 

When I returned back to the office the following 
Monday, I was told Jeff had resigned and was never 
heard from again. Neither was there any listing in the 
yellow pages for a restaurant called "The Dungeon". 

-THE END- 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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