Dungeon Queen 1 (HamCpl Story)

Dungeon Queen 1 (A Hamburg Couple Story)

Hello guys,

Sorry, I still have no regular access to a PC, but I have managed to get off of my hard drive some semi written stuff, and tidied it up.

This was (is?) part of a Hamburg Couple story series featuring fights in an S and M club?s padded cell torture chamber, watched from above by a baying crowd of high rollers.
Part One: Our Hero?s up against the ruling Queen Dom and her Sub pain freak husband.

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The rules for a Queen of the Dungeon match were as simple as they were brutal. One member of the team, both husbands in this case, are chained up in the dungeon ready to receive an increasing jolt of electricity whenever the fighting member of the team submits. The padded cell the women fight in has various torture implements to hand for them to use on each other, but a limit of five minutes is set for any of the more ?advanced? methods of pain before the victim is automatically released. The dungeon keepers control the torture and supervise the fight while a watching crowed at the club look down from above into the twenty by twenty pit the padded cell is in.

?Ok, Blondie, time to see how loud I can make you scream? called across the older wife in a hoarse excited voice.
?Just be prepared for an ass reaming you old dried up hag,? spat back the younger, fleshier Hamburg female.

The brunette ?Queen? of the Berlin, Red Lash Club was a tall wiry woman with smooth toned muscles on a firm slim frame. A hard beauty in her early forties with her dark hair cut spiky and short, a complete contrast to Helene, who was heavier, shorter, and with a full cascade of golden blonde natural hair to her shoulders, and a set of ripe tits, a full two or three sizes larger than the shaven crotched older wife. Helene sported a selection of small tasteful tattoos, in comparison to the web of red, blue and black Goth style tats appearing across the Dom bitches body, and where as to remove her piercing was only a matter of seconds for the Hamburg wife, Reata delighted the watching mob as she slowly and lasciviously spread her various orifices to take out selections of studs, chains, rings and pins.

Karl and Hans were already chained up in their respective corners of the dungeon, each guarded by one of the naked hooded dungeon keepers. A cock ring had been fitted to their over excited members and then electrodes glued on to the base and tip of their meat, around their bulging sacks, around each small male nipple, and than a large plug probe inserted into their anus. Beside each hanging captive male was the charger box with its three rated settings and the pull handle to administer the juice. At present both settings were on one, but for each subsequent loss by their spouse the setting and pain would increase. Few had survived up to level three, and only a handful had opted to go on past it, as the damage to their partners was so extreme they were forced to submit the fight, after that the ten second jolt became a full minutes agony and then doubled for each subsequent loss. The legend went that Hans had somehow survived a full minutes charge when they had taken the crown, but the bull dyke who had been in the strapping against him had had to be rushed to hospital when the big black ex Queen, her partner, had lost a fifth time to an expertly administered clit guillotine torture, thus winning Reata the thrown. The guillotine made the ex Queen feel as if her very love nub had been decapitated, and was an ultimate torture device, but two minutes of electricity had burnt a hole through her lover?s clit, and roasted both her teats.

Both females were naked except for a leather choker and black wrist and ankle strapping, designed to be used as restraints, and lightly oiled to enhance their obvious sexual appeal. A gong sounded and with a bellow they charged across the canvas floor of the cell screaming at each other. A cocktail of some very illegal fight drugs had been administered to both to enhance the fight and give the paying customers their money?s worth. They started with a stand up vicious exchange of open handed slaps that had both women teary eyed and scarlet cheeked, but as neither gave ground but just continued to spit insults, the exchange quickly developed into a slugging match. Helene was surprised at the strength of the older wiry wife and her large milkers were soon showing the signs of the small compact fists of the tall slim women. Reata?s own chest and stomach were also bruised and reddening as the two danced around the padded cell swearing and cursing while pounding at others bodies with their fists.

?No one, has defeated me in my own dungeon, you young fuck,? hissed the dark haired veteran female between blows.
?Should be fun to see what your friends do to you afterwards then?, sneered back the blonde. Helene could only smile at the small flicker of fear that crossed Reata?s face. Her comment had struck home. Any Dom would have tortured and raped nearly all of this crowd at least once, and though they cheered her on now they would all be lining up to destroy her if she lost.

However it was the Queen who saw the opportunity to gain a quick early advantage. Helene had become too absorbed in the standing fight; she loved old-fashioned fist fighting, and had not kept her wits about her. Pivoting away the older women sent a smashing heel flush into the blonde landing strip that barely covered the Hamburg wife?s scarlet slit. The blonde gagged, and was then was caught flat footed as Reata now powered home a punt straight up and into her sopping cunt. Helene?s howl was nearly downed in the cheers from the home supporters, but as she bent double the tall bitch snagged both her already battered teats and flung her into the wall.

Still bent double the Queen manoeuvred her foe over a ?spanking table? and with the help of one of the dungeon keepers the blonde found herself trapped. But it was not a spanking the older bitch had in mind for the heavy breasted wife. This particular contraption allowed both of the blonde?s large mammeries to hang through holes in the table she was secured too. ?Fuck?, thought Helene, ?a Milking Machine?. In her five minutes of allocated torture the Queen Dom managed to turn Helene?s firm ripe tits into red bags of purple pain, so that every sway and step meant agony for their wearer. Two large metal suctions were applied to the blondes teats and then an electric motor caused them to pull viciously at the cherry red nipples of the tanned mid thirties vixen. Within a minute blood and lymph were being sucked out, and by the end of the session Helene was delirious with pain as milk was being force express from her, and she immediately submitted when the machine eventually cut out to release its victim.

?Time to castrate that big blonde bull of yours bitch?, whispered Reata into Helene?s ear as she gave her a tender peck on the cheek. As she still lay weeping across the contraption she heard the power go on and the muffled scream of Karl as he received his shock of pure agony. Turning she saw her crop haired lover thrown about in his bonds by the electric surge, his sex growing rigged and swelling horribly in its cock ring as the power from the electrodes pulsed through the meat. While Reata sauntered back across the dungeon to her own shackled husband she laughed and mocked the blondes, as a sobbing Helene comforted Karl.

Helene came out determined not to let Karl suffer again and even though severely impeded by the agony in her chest fought with a passion so that the confident Reata was soon back peddling and taking blows that no other challenger to her crown had inflicted on her in the past. Cunt kicks were exchanged and full bodied chops and claws administered to tits, ass and cunt as the two wives battled across the padded arena. They rolled across the dirty canvas, a hand in each others cunt and hole and then the next moment were up throwing stomach punches. The teens and younger females in the audience were amazed at their stamina, while those who had fought the Queen before could only admire how far Helene was stretching the dominant Dom of Berlin?s number one S and M club.

Helene was the better wrestler than the Dom and this time she intended to show the older women how things should be done. Sweeping the legs out from under Reata she leapt on the lighter women, and flicking her over secured a Boston crab. In a naked fight this was a perilous hold for the recipient and Helene soon had both hands fully engaged in gouging and stabbing at the wailing dark haired women?s sex while she leaned back forcing the brunettes body into an arc of pain. Stroking and pinching to get Reata?s sex to come out to play she than ripped and pulled at the tender love nub while the older female writhed in agony, beating at the mat, her legs tucked securely under the heavier wife?s arms. It would be the ultimate insult for the dungeon Queen to be forced to submit without even the use of the many implements at her opponent?s disposal. She ended up a whimpering wreck refusing to give, her pride forcing her on as Helene expertly worked on her now red raw and bleeding sex. The blonde finally relented and dragging the brunette across to the wall had her chained backwards, sex open across a mock hospital birthing bed, both legs wide in stirrups. Helene only needed a minute to force the now disheveled and near hysterical older bitch to give as she pocked and twisted with a pair of sharp forceps as the gory sex meat of the Queen.

?That little dried up pea will be on my wall when we are finished here,? she shouted into the Queen?s face, as some of the Berlin supporters started to laugh and change sides to the younger women. ? Now to take the balls off your man.?

Hans seemed to smile through his gag as she gave him his shock, but this was more bravado than anything else, and he was left limp and bleeding just like Karl after his first dose of electric medicine. Reata was still tearful at the restart and some of her adoring crowd who had rarely seen her lose even one fall were starting to have doubts, and her enemies of which any Dom Queen had many were rejoicing in her pain. However some full on tit punching from the taller raven-haired wife soon had the heavier blonde reeling, and this was where Reata?s experience showed as she deftly tripped Helene into the wall beside a whipping stool. All the dark haired bitch had to do was hold the struggling blonde in place while a tall naked male dungeon keeper strapped her across the stall, bent double, touching her toes, as her wrists and ankles were shackled together. Stroking the cock of the masked male Reata mocked the Hamburg wife as she fitted a large glass paper roughened sheath to the Keepers tool and spreading wide Helene?s ass.

?Fuck her shit hole till she bleeds,? Reata commanded, as she waived to the club crowd looking over the rusty railings that surrounded the top of the cell. The twelve inch meat with it sharp edges cut into the blonde?s insides and she was soon whimpering and screaming as he plowed her. At nearly the five minutes time limit, when Helene somehow had held on and not submitted Reata played her trump card and oiling up a large black plastic cock she expertly inserted it into the Keepers own ass. The hooded male gasped and jerked and his tool grew another two inches as the Queen worked his hole and he spasmed his gushing load into Helene abused ass forcing a tearfully croaked submission. ?When we are done you can all have her ass for nothing tonight? shouted out Reata to the crowd, winning back some of her wavering support.

The second level of juice left Karl a semi comatose weeping wreck, bleeding from all orifices. However worse was to follow as a still pain wracked Helene fell easy prey to the now cocky Queen who bitch slapped her back toward the wall of the dungeon before tit slapping her into a weeping heap beside an imitation medieval rack. Spread eagle on the contraption the blonde resisted all encouragements to submit as weights were attached to a claw fitted to her clit. Luckily the raven-haired older women had concentrated on the blonde?s obvious jutting breasts and her tight shitter so Helene?s sex was comparatively untouched and resisted the torture. However an angry Reata, whose prowess at torture was now being mocked by some of her home crowd for failing on one of her favorite devices to gain a third and possibly winning submission, snatched up one of the many sex and torture tools that were strewn across the floor for instant use. It was large red many-ribbed dildo, which the brunette without further ado slapped into Helene?s glory hole. The Hamburg women screamed in protest as another large plastic cock, this time a large ?black mamba? models was thrust to join it in her wide ripped shitter. As she stood transfixed by the pain the Queen searched out a spanking paddle and knocked in a home run, pushing both rubberized tools into Helene, as the blonde wife bellowed her submission.

?Your not going to be able to shit or fuck for a year when I?m done with you, you cheep slut. Coming here to challenge me in my own club,? whispered the Queen into the glazed eyes of her enemy. Reata then spat on her fallen foe and then strolled across to Karl to administer another dose of agony. This was the point where most fights ended, as the machine was set for full power and Reata confidently thought that when Helene saw the state of her husband after this session of torture the fight would be over and she would have them as her slaves for the month as per the fight contract. Karl?s inhuman howl through the ball gag echoed into the small dungeon as the brunette smiled while casually stroking her own mans cock. However anyone knowing Helene and Karl would realize she was so wrong. Looking on at her now drooling damaged male Helene could only think of revenge and not surrender.

John

Hope you liked that. Next part in a week or so.

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

Sorry for those waiting for the continuation of 'Way Down South' at present I've not got the time or opportunity to work up new stuff

<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ October 17, 2008 07:12 AM: Message edited by: johnsmith2007 ]</font>