Dungeon Queen 2 (HamCpl Story)

Dungeon Queen 2 (HamCpl Story)

Concluding part

Usual warning about nasty stuff etc, and this time I really mean nasty!!

Helene knew she could not lose another fall. Karl could suffer permanent injury if the little black haired whore sent a full minutes juice into his vitals, but her anger and thirst for revenge drove her on. As the gong sounded for the restart the smile was instantly wiped off of the face of the dark haired bitch as Helene leapt across at her foes and delivered a devastating drop kick low into the guts of the confident dungeon queen. Reata rolled around the bloody floor of the cell coughing and gasping as every inch of air had been forced out of her. Helene however was not going to give her any chance to recover and proceeded to stomp the back and legs of the downed women forcing the sobbing brunette onto her back where the blonde slammed an elbow drop flush onto her slick sweaty crotch.

Another three cunt busters followed as the now gurgling raven haired women was systematically roughed up by her heavier golden headed foe. But then the older Berlin wife got her second wind and a raised knee left Helene?s own downy blonde covered cunt impaled on unyielding bone and the heavier female rolling across the dungeon floor both hands stuck in her crotch screaming with cunt pain. Reata thought that she should have been able to put away the crippled blonde, but instead had nearly been knocked out her self. Worse for her were the cries of encouragement from her erstwhile supporters who were cheering on the big Hamburg female and catcalling threats as to what they would do to their ?Mistress? when she lost.

Both bedraggled women were now sobbing as they wrenched each other across the padded floor of the cell by the claw grips each had embedded in the others hair and scalp. They swung each other around and tried to push or trip their foe into the wall so as to be able to call on the help of one of the dungeon keepers in securing their opponent. Both were sobbing and crying with the frustration and pain, but the ten or more extra years the older women had on her younger heavier foe was beginning to tell, and Reata was puffing and gasping louder than the sun kissed blonde. As they bent each other over hard boney knees were lifted up to seek already damaged clits and crush them viciously on bruised and battered pubic bones. In the kneeing contest the slimmer Berlin spouse was scoring quicker than Helene, but the Hamburg bitch was putting much more power into her meatier legs, and as she had concentrated more on the red slit of the older women and had already tenderized her sex thoroughly throughout the fight her tactic was paying dividends.

Helene had nearly powered the older vixen back to the wall using her superior weight when Reata had managed to stop the blonde dead by a volley of gut crushing right knees, but just when she thought she might be able to spin the thirty something wife into the wall beside a particularly nasty looking Iron Maiden device the blonde wrenched the raven haired wife?s head back viciously and ignoring the agony in her own cunt administered a near perfect left knee cap full onto the damaged steaming clit of the dark haired bitch. The pale skinned tattooed woman screamed a full throated protest, but was an easy victim for Helene swift lung that had her pinned by the very contraption she had wished to use on the younger women.

The naked hooded keeper quickly had Reata trust in the Iron Maidens cage and a selection of heated branding irons now became available for use. While the brunette begged for mercy Helene selected her targets, and she choose now to soften up the slim women?s compact 34 C?s, Her slightly sagging grapefruits had only been bruised but now the blonde took great delight in slowly dragging the hot poker back and forth, criss-crossing them with red lines of pain. Helene however had to revert to a more obvious method of punishment to eventually force the Queen to submit. Red hot pliers gripped both stubby brown nipples of the older female and she wailed her surrender as the heavier younger wife twisted and turned her milker's this way and that with the red hot implements, bursting her roasted nipples.

Reata collapsed to the canvas flooring weeping cradling her bleeding and scared chest while the blonde strode across to her husband. Helene could see his shocked eyes stare through the ball gag mask. It had been many years since he had gone to level two, and had got used to enjoying watching as other poor men and women had suffered at the hands of his wife. It was now his turn and as the increased power surge through his cock it seemed to explode with pain as he threw himself about in his chains in agony. Hans passed out to be revived by a fountain of piss from one of the male dungeon keepers, while his wife crawled across to the wall of the cell to pull herself up and check on her battered spouse. Helene meanwhile was checking on Karl and promising that she would gut the tall bitch before allowing another session of torture to her handsome husband. However the five minute break seemed to fly by a big muscled female keeper struck the bronze gong for the restart to a cheer from the watching mob.

The brunette had been seriously weakened by the previous all out fight and as the mistress of pain had not broken the spirit of the younger women in the earlier rounds she was now suffering sever doubts about her ability to win. Her last serious challenge had been four years earlier, and though the little Chinese bitch and her husband had romped to a 2- 0 lead once Reata had got the women in her clutches she had lost three falls in quick succession and submitted the match as her husband writhed at maximum power. Her doubts made her slow and Helene quickly spotted the tell tale signs of fear.
?Your old ass is going over the horse and all two hundred paying customers will use you,? mocked the blonde, ?and then those two Alsatians you keep as guard dogs will be able to take you doggy style before I take you to the stables for ?Big Boy? to give you a good taste of stallion fucking.?

The enraged brunette charged the heavier younger women and another stand up fist fight ensued, but this time it was Helene who had command of her anger and spotting an opportunity ducked under a swinging fist to deftly retrieve a studded dildo from the floor and with a fluid movement hammer it home into the hairless slit of the tattooed Dom Queen. Reata staggered back, smiling through the pain to smack a fist into Helene?s left eye, nearly closing it, but the sex filling implement forced her to gasp with pain and then bellow in agony as a kick from the blonde further embedded the rubber weapon into her womb. The pale brunette was then dragged unceremoniously across the dungeon by her short spiky matted tangled hair to a waiting hooded keeper. With the naked mans aid she was chained up and then Helene fitted a clamp onto the already bloody and damaged clit of the Queen and commenced her five minute of allowed torture.

The brunette wailed in torment as Helene continued to tighten the clit clamp and Reata?s pleas for mercy increased in volume but they only served to spur the Hamburg women on to further excess. She had not spared the other wife a second of punishment when Helene had suffered from the Tit Milker, and then cheered on by her home fans had laughed when she had used the electric cattle prod to gain a second submission from the tanned blonde. So it was now the blonde wife?s turn to gloat as with her legs shackled, spread wide by the A-frame, and her hands cuffed above her head it was the Queen?s turn to suck up the torture. She lasted nearly the full five minutes before wailing her surreneder when Helene added extra weights to the clamp so that her engorged raw sex was pulled and stretched to its limit. The cuffs and shackles fell open at the end of the punishment period leaving the dark haired bitch sprawled at Helene?s feet.

The brunette tried to struggle up and pull Helene away from her husband but a hefty push from the blonde sent the Berlin bitch down to lay sobbing on her back. Karl grinned though his ball gag as Hans jerked and spasmed as the blonde pulled down on the leaver at the side of his harness sending electric shocks into all of the big males most sensitive places. Full power surged through the bound body of the older male as he screamed in gagged protest before fainting. The score was now even, and the next wife to lose a fall would condemn her spouse to a full minute of torture. Reata came out determined and ignoring her pain slammed a punt up into Helene?s bruised and battered sex. As the big blonde wobbled back and then bent double weeping, holding her groin, the dark haired vixen rummaged on the floor to find a good weapon to use. Her hand fell upon an already bloody sandpaper dildo with ratchet turning mechanism which she thudded into the blonde?s shitter with a scream of exertion. Helene wailed a protest but luckily a flailing arm levelled the smaller older bitch as she took an elbow hard onto the already busted teat of her left breast.

Turning the blonde wife kicked out and sent the kneeling Berlin female back to the mat with a spray of blood from a smashed nose, but the agony in her ass then overcame her as she screamed in agony from the reamers scouring pain in her hole. Helene should now really have then taken time to remove the large sandpaper dildo that Reata had jammed into her, but she was too exhausted and just lay against the padded wall of the cell gasping, tears running down her cheeks with the red handle still protruding from her body. Recovering slowly, her face a mask of scarlet, it was the chance the slimmer dark haired women needed and rolling over she dragged her self to where the heavier female was slumped against the canvas padding. The ratchet on the rough edged reamer was easily accessible and reaching round to secure Helene?s clit between two probing fingers she grabbed the small handle in her other hand and pushed the sharpen implement further into the blondes anus before, with a scream of rage, viciously turning the device round and round inside the body of the bigger titted wife.

Helene went rigged and then wailed in anguish at this fresh violation, and she fell backwards into the arms of the Berlin wife allowing Reata to get a more secure grip on the tool and give the hot slick already damaged sex of the Hamburg wife a good gouging, as she dragged her nails across the tender flesh. The tanned golden haired women squirmed and wriggled giving out sobs and wails as she tried to escape. After a short struggle the blonde was left on hands and knees with the brunet behind her, looking for all intense and purposes to the watching crowed as if they were lesbian lovers and the smaller wife was taking her golden haired foe doggy style. Lying across the tanned bigger women?s sweat drenched back Reata worked the reamer deeper into her victim and then started a steady twisting back and forth so the sandpaper surfaced sex tool swivelled inside her opponent?s cunt. A now hysterically screaming Helene was forced to bellow her submission to the cheering crowds delight, and while she lay on her side whimpering the dark haired beauty crawled across to where Karl was shackled and after kissing him lightly on the cheek pulled down the leaver to send a full minutes worth of electric agony into all his vital spots.

After shacking and spasming for thirty seconds the big blonde bull collapsed into oblivion for the rest of the minutes torture Woken up by a face full of puke Karl still continued to scream for a full minute after his revival, but then he and Helene still refused to give up. The crowd loved their determination, but Reata just cursed and threatened them in a now croaking voice. The older woman was spent and exhausted and could not believe the younger couple were determined to continue. On the restart a right fist into her already battered face convinced her other wise, as her nose again leaked blood. Then the powerful blonde grabbing hold of the brunettes right arm and forced it hard up her back, bending her over double so that Helene could thump knees up into the stomach and chest of the wobbling older women as she continued to apply as much pressure as she could on the twisted arm of the bent double Berlin wife. Reata was soon gasping out protests and when the blonde had judged she had sufficiently weakened her opponents she quickly released the arm hold and snatched hold of the short curly dyed jet black hair of the pale skinned bitch. She dragged the wailing Reata across to one of the padded walls and quickly a hooded dungeon keeper sprang across to make sure she was able to use the equipment properly. The dark haired forty something female was thrown onto the same A-frame used earlier and with the keeper?s assistance her hands and feet were secured and Helene was now again free to select her implements of agony for the Queen.

Helene selected this time to use Tit-Toaster clamps which she secured to both of the much smaller teats of the pale dark haired wife, and while Reata pleaded and protested she reached across and flicked the switch on the power, so continuing her methodical destruction of the mature women?s chest. The brunette wailed in agony and then collapsed back to the side of the padded cell wall as the watching crowd now encouraged Helene on to more extreme measures. Obviously the Queen of this torture chamber was by no means universally loved by her subjects, many of them had suffered and been and subdued in this very cell, and they were now baying for Reata?s blood. To Helene?s shock somehow the brunette survived the full five minutes of torture, even though both her once perky teats were now charred and burnt. Reata knew her husband could not take a full minutes worth of electric torture. Hans was ten years passed his prime and his wife knew it.

Helene was herself exhausted and had slumped to the floor while watching the entertainment of the writhing screeching dark haired Queen?s agony. As Reata fell off of the A-frame in a tangled heap the blonde decided upon what she guessed would be the traditional torture for the Dom ruler of this dungeon. Crawling across to the wall the tanned blonde found the pulley wire and shackles she had spotted earlier and deftly clamped them around Reata?s ankles while she was still groggy. A simple push button sent the wire connected to them up towards the ceiling leaving the short haired brunet hanging upside down by her feet. By the button a small section of light whips and canes were mounted for the use of the Dom. Helene selected a long thin switch and spinning round to get full power she literally broke the cane across the back haired bitches butt. Reata screamed in agony, which only encouraged the blonde to further excess in her ?spanking? as she picked up another discipline weapon, a large studded paddle, and proceeded for the full five minutes of the brunette?s captivity to turn her plush toned ass from pink through scarlet to fire engine red with purple veins showing through between the dripping blood. Reata?s screams were nearly drowned by the mobs cheers

After the set torture period Helene was forced to stop her exertions, having worked up a real sweat on the butt of the pale women. She was stunned at her not giving up, and had to admire the drooling Queen?s pain threshold. As the crank wound down depositing the tall Berlin women onto the canvas floor in a heap of shattered womanhood it was the shouts of the experienced S and M crowd that alerted Helene to her next move. By the side of the implements was a small bag of rough sea salt and it was a moment?s task to dump the lot full onto the bloody mess of the older women?s brutalised ass. Then while Reata wriggled and squirmed and the mob looking down voiced their support Helene ground the burning chemical into her open sore skin while standing with both feet planted firmly on the glowing ass of her victim. But the dark haired dungeon Queen still would not scream her submission even when the blonde wife found a pair of scouring gloves to really grind home the burning salt. Twice a cold bucket of piss was sloshed over her to get her back to consciousness, but she shook her head in defiance through her tears.

To the blondes amazement the tough old bitch still refused to yield, and Helene was now not at all sure what to do next. The tall wife was exhausted, covered in sweat after her exertions, as the now ruined sobbing old cow at her feet still shook her head in denial that she had lost. It was however one of the hooded naked dungeon keepers that knew how to truly ruin his Queen. The oiled excited male nudged Helene over towards another set of shackles with an even more impressive wire cable attached. Helene was not at all sure of what torture was intended by this particular device, but now the whole crowd were also yelling for her to use the shackles and to the blondes surprise Reata was suddenly spurred into life and started to try and crawl away, croaking, ?No, not that, No,? hysterically. The tired Hamburg wife nearly collapsed as her head spun while she clamped the shackles to the brunettes feebly kicking legs, and it was the dungeon keeper who laughing, pressed the button on the winch. Reata screeched as the pulley sent her high up to the ceiling hanging upside down by her ankles, and then, as Helene gasped, the wailing raven haired Dom was swung across to end up hanging, like a lump of meat awaiting the butcher, among the throng of her subjects.

The screaming ended quickly to be replaced by the grunts of exertions and thuds and splats of hard implements onto to tender flesh. Stiletto heels were rammed into the orifices of the gibbeted Queen, a belt was whipped across her tits, a particularly young looking bottle blonde nipped a teat tip off with nail cutters, while the less imaginative used fists and boots to kick and punch while sharpened nails scared her body leaving crimson streaks of pain. She was unconscious at the end and the mob revived her with a communal golden shower, before a matronly raven haired women in her fifties cleared the crowd away from the moaning matriarch. The mature female bent to whisper in Reata?s ear upon which the Queen started to shake and scream her submission. But this didn?t stop her vengeful subject who, as the pulley was taking the battered brunette back to deposit her into the dungeon, sprayed a small container of lighter fuel into her gaping wounded cunt and then clicking her lighter, scorched out the sex from the now deposed monarch. Reata?s wail was an inhuman bellow, and Helene vomited at the smell of burnt flesh.

For Hans the electrical charge was now set to its maximum and the keeper doused him in a bucket of water and sick so as to multiply his pain. Helene was surprised at the high pitched keening noise, which was all the ball gag allowed, as he jerked and shook in the strapping, and then to her horror she realised the keepers had no intention of switching the charge off. Again her nostrils were filed with the smell of burning flesh, this time coming from Hans cock and balls that made Helene retch, and then to her horror both his small male nipples fell of, still glued on by melted flesh to the electrodes, and with a sound similar to a balloon bursting she was coated in a spray of blood and semen as his right ball exploded.

At this point the new Queen fainted.

John

OK, some really nasty stuff that time.

I have about five or six semi drafted fights which if I can get PC access I will put on the board when I can.