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This story contains (some) strong language, and adult situations. If you are under 18, or are legally a minor in your place of residence, do not continue. This story also contains a transgender (TG) theme. This story also has a heavy bondage element. If such offends you, or makes you uncomfortable, I highly recommend that you do not continue.

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The Dungeon Utopia               by: Travesty Underscore               travesty_@hotmail.com

 

I closed my eyes and focused on my new form. The familiar tingle came over me as my body rearranged itself to my desires. Mass and height melted away, and I dropped from 6'2" - 210 pounds to 5'1" - 103 pounds. My hair darkened; transforming from a light mousy brown to a rich, vibrant auburn. It lengthened, cascading in gentle waves past my shoulders.

My chest grew warm as it began its metamorphosis. I felt my nipples swell, and grow hard as they were pushed outward by the mass of flesh forming behind them. The areolae grew larger and darker - nipples now prominently jutting from my new bosom. My waist tapered thin, and my hips flared slightly outward as my rear became a seductive curve. There was a mild pulsing between my legs, and I shifted my stance uncomfortably as my manhood writhed and shrunk inward, becoming a tight new cunt.

I opened my eyes, and studied my reflection in the mirror. "Not bad," I thought, "but I can do better."

I directed my thoughts again, and watched the colour fade from my hair - going from auburn to honey-blonde. I lightened it further, all the way to platinum blonde, and smiled. My lips became softer, fuller - and my lashes more luscious. My skin tingled and grew warm, as I caused it to go from a pale cream complexion to a deep golden tan. Tan lines from a modest two-piece swimsuit formed. Then, I firmed up my rear slightly, and lengthened my legs by an inch or two.

I smiled at my reflection, I was certainly 'hot' - but glancing down at my perky, but smallish, breasts, I decided to go 'whole hog' this time. I watched, enthralled, as they slowly inflated - passing through conventional bra sizes. When I stopped, it looked almost as if I had two fleshy bowling balls on my chest, and they weighed almost as much too. I strengthened the muscles in my back slightly, so that it wouldn't ache as much, and cupped my breasts with small, dainty hands and smiled. "Good thing this is only temporary," I remarked. "I'd hate to deal with these everyday..."

Clothing was next. The problem with using my shapeshifting abilities to generate clothing was that it denied me the initial chance of putting them on. So, when the black lace panties and bra formed, I took them off and put them on manually. The bra proved to be more of a challenge that I had thought, but eventually I managed to get it back on. My overlarge nipples were cruelly mashed, and the straps dug painfully into my shoulders, but it did provide support for those gigantic orbs of flesh. I thought for a moment of reducing them to a normal size, but decided against it - this 'adventure' should only be for a few hours to a few days at most: I could handle it.

A sweater was next, white and tight, with a plunging neckline. I was going to take it off and put in on manually, but thought better of it. It looked like it might be a struggle to get it past my mammoth breasts, though their cleavage was displayed magnificently. Without really thinking, a black leather micro-miniskirt was next. While I looked marvelous in it, I had to take it off, as leather, like silver, blocked my powers. I still needed to finish clothing myself, and I needed to shift to the area where my 'adventure' would be.

I fashioned a denim mini-skirt instead, and shivered as I felt silky hose crawl their way up my legs, forming a pair of sheer white pantyhose. My stance shifted, as a pair of pumps -with four-inch heels - appeared on my dainty feet. They were faux-leather, so I was still fine for shifting. A small purse was slung over my shoulder, though it held not much inside: a box of tissues; red lipstick; two tampons; a small billfold with twenty dollars; and a driver's license identifying me as Dahlia Reynolds, a 22 year old resident of California.

I teased out my hair, and applied light makeup - lipstick, mascara and blush - while my fingernails lengthened and were painted bright red.

I double-checked my reflection, and feeling satisfied with my new appearance, I shifted to a place that only exists in stories. A wooden sign aside the door proclaimed, "The Dungeon Utopia: Dom(me)s must register, slaves enter crawling." I reached for the doorknob, and added on the jewelry I had prepared. Small silver hoop earrings, a silver bracelet with a heart bangle and matching anklet, a thin silver ring on my left little finger, and an engraved silver choker. The silver jewelry would block my shapeshifting and dimensional travel powers until I could remove them. By forcing myself to take time before I could 'escape', I had given my fear and uncertainty a major obstacle to keep them from preventing me from exploring...

I opened the door and stepped into the foyer. A large book stood upon a stone pedestal, a guest log perhaps. I stepped up to it and read the last few entries. Apparently, this is where the Dom(me)s registered. A small red button was set on the wall, above it a bronze plaque read: "Please ring for assistance."

Nervously, I pressed the button, and waited. I thought about bolting for the exit, but somehow found the nerve not to. A few minutes after I depressed the button, part of the wall swiveled open revealing a tall, muscular man garbed in rather unusual attire.

"Yes, Miss. Can I help you?" He inquired, never once looking higher than my chest (not that I blamed him).

"Um, I hope so." I fidgeted with my hands and began to blush. "I'm here to, um, see Mr. Phoenix." As I stammered out my reply, I was studying his body and clothing. He was just over six foot in height, and rather muscular. His hair was a dark black, shining with an inner lustre. He wore only a loincloth fashioned from a leopard skin, and bore a leather whip in his right hand.

"I am Phoenix." He replied. "What do you want?"

I twisted the ring about my finger, thinking of taking it off, and getting started with getting out of here, but I stammered out my reply. "Um, well, you see," I began, then looked him in the eye and blushed. "I've always been a bit curious about, well, you know...." I gestured around. "About what it would be like to be tied up. But I've never had the courage to try it. I was wondering if maybe you could, you know, 'show me the ropes'." I smiled nervously, and slipped the ring off.

I felt him mentally undressing me, and shivered as his stare swept lower away from my breasts and lingered there. He smiled, and extended his hand. "Very well, Miss, I will 'show you the ropes'. Curious about being a slave, you are. Well, we can satisfy your curiosity."

I took his hand, and he led me through the opening in the wall. I was a bit startled when, after it had swiveled shut, I couldn't see the doorway... He led me down a long hallway, with several doors on either side, then paused at one - listening it seemed - and opened it. It was a small stone room, a cell really, lit with a powerful overhead lamp.

"Well now girl, let's see what you're hiding under those clothes. Do get undressed." He gestured at me.

"Um... I was wondering..." I began.

"Yes?"

"Would it be all right if I asked you to undress me, and say I struggled. I feel really strange just, you know..." I blushed again, and fidgeted with an earring.

He chuckled. "Very well then..." he reached for me, grabbing my shoulder, "...bitch!"

I gasped in surprise, and reflexively pushed back against him, but he grabbed my other arm. Gripping both my wrists with on hand, he pulled my sweater up over my breasts, and gasped. I tried to pull my arms free, but he was too strong. Within moments, he had the sweater over my head, and had grabbed me around the waist. He let go of my wrists, and I tried swinging at him, but to no avail. He ripped my sweater off completely and threw it to the floor.

Now I was beginning to feel fear, and wondering why I was doing this. I tried to teleport out, but the silver jewelry prevented me. He grabbed my wrists again, and slid his other hand beneath my skirt. He stuck his hand under the hose and panties as well, and a small moan escaped my lips when he slid a finger into my cunt. "Enjoy that, bitch?" He chuckled, and slid his finger still deeper.

I gasped and moaned, and tried to struggle, but it only made it worse. After a few minutes of fingering me, he pulled his hand free, and licked his damp finger. "Hmm-mm, finger-licking good." He then pulled my skirt down, and shoved me to the floor.

The stone floor was cold, and I felt my nipples get hard beneath the bra. I moaned and tried to stand, but he had put his knee in the small of my back. He pulled my arms roughly behind my back, and hummed as he bound them. He stood up and chuckled, "Well, there's the first step. We'll get your curiosity satisfied, don't you worry your pretty little head about that. I'll have you all trussed up in no time."

I found that with my arms securely bound behind my back, that it was next to impossible to get up. He laughed as I struggled, but I was unable to stand back up. Also, I knew now that I was in for the full ride, with my arms bound, there was no way I could remove the jewelry now. I sighed, and stopped struggling.

"Give up already, little slut?" He asked cruelly. "That's good, you'll need to save your energy for later." I yelped in surprise, and mild pain, when he cracked his whip across my backside. He then knelt, pulled down my hose and panties, and poked his finger in my ass. I gritted my teeth and wondered why I decided to do this. He chuckled again and pulled them down around my ankles.

He forced me to spread my legs wide, and laid a cold metal bar across the backs of my knees. He bent my legs back, one at a time, and bound my ankles to my upper thighs. I couldn't then straighten my legs out and found I couldn't close them, as there was something that pressed outward against my knees. He flipped me over, and stared long at my body. Then he bound my knees to those crossbars with leather straps.

Now I was really trapped - for even if he took off my silver jewelry, the leather of the straps would stop my powers as well.

He ripped off my bra, and I heard him gasp in surprise at the size of my breasts and nipples. He kneeled above me, and began to pinch and knead my breasts, and I couldn't help but moan. I bucked my hips and panted, feeling my cunt grow damp. I tried, instinctively, to rub my legs together, but they were bound wide open, and I groaned in frustration.

I heard him laugh, "So, my little slut, you like this don't you?" And he moved one hand from a breast to between my legs. I felt him slide a finger in, followed by another, and he began to rub my clit with his thumb. My body felt like it was on fire, and I gasped in pleasure. "Don't you?" he repeated.

"Y-yes," I moaned, greatly ashamed to have to admit it.

"Yes what?" his tone grew harsh.

I moaned again, and panted out, "Y-yes, I enjoy it..."

He pinched a nipple hard, and pressed down roughly on my clit. I yelped in surprised pain. "You must always address me now as Master, or Master Phoenix. Do you understand?"

Through a haze of pleasure and pain, I moaned, "Y-yes, Master." Something inside me felt strangely appalled to call him that.

"Now, answer my question again, little slut," he slid another finger into my cunt and resumed kneading my breast. "You really enjoy this don't you?"

I moaned as his third finger stretched my insides, and somehow managed to gasp out, "Y-yes, M-Master... I enjoy this..."

He smiled. "Good, my little slut. We shall begin your conditioning soon. You do wish to continue don't you?" He gave my nipple a little twist, and tweaked my clit with his thumb.

The pleasure was nigh overwhelming, and I felt on the verge of orgasm when I managed to moan out, "Y-yes, Master... C-continue me..."

"Good," he stated, and stood up, leaving me to gasp with frustration. He flipped me over again, and my hardened nipples were pressed painfully against the cold stone floor by the weight of my breasts. He pulled back on my arms, forcing me to arc my back. He then tied them with a long cord to the metal bar that my legs were bound to. He pulled the cord tight - and I stretched back beyond what was comfortable.

He played around with the bar, twisting something, and I was surprised when it began to extend, forcing my legs to spread wider still... Then, he lowered a series of ropes from the ceiling, and tied them to my elbows, knees, and the metal bar. I cried out in mild pain when they drew taught and began to pull me from the floor.

Soon, I was hanging 'horizontal' several feet from the floor. I struggled futilely against the bonds - the only thing I accomplished was making my breasts bounce wildly. I felt him run his finger along my wet slit, and the shiver of pleasure momentarily masked the pain. He stepped around in front of me, and slid a leather hood over my head, covering my eyes, though leaving a hole for my nose and one for my mouth. Startled, I moaned, "Wh-what's this for... Master?" I didn't want to add that last word, but was frightened at what might happen if I didn't.

He chuckled, and drew my hair back into a ponytail, fastening the hood around the back of my head. "It's for your conditioning, little slut." He said, and fastened a strap around my neck.

He stepped away, and a minute or so later I moaned as something long, hard and thick slid deep into my cunt. I gasped as something else slid into my asshole. Then they both began to whir and vibrate and my body quivered in anticipation. I cried out with a carnal screech when the one extended something to hold and vibrate my clit. Then there was a pressure behind both. "I'm attaching their strap, so they don't fall out during your conditioning," he explained. I felt the strap slip between by breasts, and was attached to a ring or something on the chin of the leather hood. The other end of the strap was brought about and a loop was passed around my hair, and drawn tight. It pulled painfully at my hair, and I had to tilt my head backward, which pulled the strap attached to my chin. I writhed as the vibrators continued their mechanical quest to bring me to orgasm.

I felt something long, thick and hard slide in through the mouth hole on the hood, into my mouth. When my tongue touched it, the bitter tasted of rubber filled my mouth. It continued to plunge deep to the back of my mouth, and even slightly down my throat. I gagged slightly, and tried to cough, or push it out with my tongue, but it was being firmly pushed in from beyond the hood. Then, I felt a strap be fastened behind my head, and his hand no longer pressed against my face. I tried again to shove the rubber object from my mouth, but it wouldn't go back any further, being held securely by the strap. Then, it began to inflate, stretching my mouth painfully wide. There was no place inside that it didn't touch; there was no escape from the bitter bite of rubber. "To keep you quiet," he chuckled. "We don't want your conditioning rites to disturb the other 'guests'..." I moaned around the phallus-gag.

There was a sharp pinching on my left nipple, followed by a matching pain on the other. "I've attached small clamps to your nipples," Master Phoenix commented, "there should be a slight pinching feeling. If not, let me know." Then he attached a weight to each, for both pulled down hard away from my body. I gasped in pain, and the phallus-gag plunged deeper into my throat.

As I struggled and writhed in vain against the bonds, my breasts bounced wildly, and the weights suspended from the clamps on my nipples swung accordingly.

I heard the door slam shut, and the heat from the overhead lamp increased. Soon I was sweating, moaning, quivering, writhing, and struggling... The weights tugged pleasantly upon my chest, the rubber was no longer as bitter, and the vibrators continue to abuse my cunt and ass. I felt my body become tense, and I stopped struggling... Then, there was an incredible feeling of release, of pure sexual pleasure as I came to orgasm. Lights exploded in my skull, and I lost all coherent thought, instead focusing on the pleasure radiating between my legs. Orgasm after orgasm, wave after wave, and I sunk into a spiral of untamed pleasure.

Time ceased to have meaning for me; I could have hung for hours, or for days. The pulsing in my pussy became my center, all other thoughts and feelings revolving around it. It was joined by two other smaller points - a throbbing deep in my ass, and my mouth full of cock. My mind equated the mechanical tools with the real things, and in my orgasmic-induced fantasies, I was being fucked in every way possible by a trio of whip-bearing men.

Somewhere, a voice in the corner of my mind cried out that this wasn't what I should be doing, that this wasn't right - but it was drowned out by the primitive pleasure centers of my brain crying "More! Deeper! Faster! Harder! More!" The weights tugging on my tits, even the low cry of muscles and joints stretched beyond their limit faded beneath the primal cry of sex. Soon, my mind focused only on those three cocks - nothing else existed but me and those cocks, at it was my duty to pleasure them as it was their duty to pleasure me. Sex was the only thing that mattered. No, not even sex - pleasure. Pleasure in my pussy, pleasure in my ass, and pleasure in my mouth - that was the only existence.

Gradually I became aware of a soft voice chanting in my ears, or perhaps chanting in my mind. "...Only The Master can make me feel like this. I will obey The Master. Sex is my life; I live to serve The Master. I am happy when I make The Master happy. I will obey The Master. The Phoenix is my Master. Master Phoenix will punish me if I am bad. I will obey The Master. Master Phoenix will reward me if I am good. I will obey The Master. I long for The Master's touch. I will serve The Master. I want to be a good slave. The Master is a good master. I will be a good slave. I will serve The Master...." It went on and on, punctuated with pangs of pleasure radiating from my pussy. Eventually the mantra became mine, and I chanted it to myself over and over, as I floated aimlessly upon a sea of pleasure. I knew that The Master was testing me, and I wanted to be sure to pass the test.

Gradually I became aware of the cold, and then after that the hardness. I slowly opened my eyes, and squinted against the dim light. I made a motion to sit up, but my body protested and complained of aches and pains. I felt weak and spent. I lay for minutes more and the dull aches spread. I became aware of a soreness between my legs - and it began to come back to me. I groaned, and rolled to my side, clenching my ass and feeling nothing within. My arms wouldn't respond to my requests, so I assumed they were still bound behind me.

Even my breasts ached, and mild jolts of pain pinged from my nipples. I frowned at myself for my stupidity, and tried to shift to a less painful form. Nothing happened. I grimaced and remembered the jewelry I created so I couldn't escape - it was working. I was stuck in this 'adventure' - this fantasy - now, until Master Phoenix decided to untie me. I frowned to myself when I noticed how I referred to him, but as long as he had me bound, he ~was~ The Master, and like it or not, until he unbound me, I am the slave. "I will be a good slave. I will serve The Master." My voice echoed in my mind, and I groaned.

I found it difficult to think about anything in particular; my mind kept drifting back to picturing the three cocks invading me. I found my body grow warm, and a dampness build between my legs - despite the ache. Now I cursed at my bound arms not because they wouldn't let me escape, but because they wouldn't let me pleasure myself. I moaned, and rubbed my thighs together, wishing that someone would come and relieve me - I needed to be fucked.

I heard footsteps come down the hall, and stop outside my door. I looked up, moaning; it creaked open. A man's silhouette stood in the doorway, looking in at my writhing form. "So, little slut, enjoying your lessons I see," The Master's voice rang out.

I moaned, "Y-yes, Master... P-please..."

"'Please' what?" He chuckled. "Oh, I see. The little slut is all hot. Well, how about we take care of that then?" He strode toward me.

"Ooooh," I moaned. "P-please..."

His whip cracked across my side, and I yelped in startled pain. "You forgot, little slut, to call me Master."

I moaned, and writhed some more, greatly needing something within me. "S-sorry M-Master, it won't happen again."

"You would be wise to see that it doesn't." He picked me up, and set me on my knees before him. "Now then, should we continue your lessons?"

"Y-yes, Master..."

"Yes, Master what?" He looked down at me fiercely and I cringed.

"Yes, Master. Please continue my lessons." I moaned.

"Beg me, little slut. Beg your Master to teach you." He reached down and cupped my chin, causing me to look up at him.

"M-Master," I moaned, "please teach me... I want... I want..." I paused and blushed at my next words. "I want to be a good slave." I begged, echoing the words from my mind. I wondered when he would release me; I wondered when he would fuck me; I hoped he would fuck me before he released me; I hoped I pleased The Master.

"Very well then, little slut. I accept your plea, and will continue your lessons. I will train you, and you will be a good slave."

He picked me up, and set me on the floor. "Kneel, slut," he commanded, and forced me into a kneeling position. I squirmed, and he presented his cock. "You know what to do..." He held it before my face.

I leaned forward, lips parting almost instinctively, and wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock. I almost gagged - a dildo and sex-induced fantasies were one thing, but now I was actually doing it. I started slightly to pull away, but he pressed his hands on the back of my head, and I had no choice but to began my tongue-work. I tried to erect mental blocks, but found that my sexual arousal prevent them from forming. Weird connections formed in my mind, as I associated giving head with being extremely aroused. Soon, I found myself enjoying what I was doing - I was sucking him off not because I was told to, nor even because I wanted to make The Master happy with me, but because I liked to do it. It made me feel good. It made me feel very horny.

I wondered if when I left this little 'adventure' of mine, whether my mind would be fucked up...

He came, and filled my mouth with hot, salty semen. I made sure to catch every drop, and swallow it - though I almost gagged again. Master Phoenix pulled away from me and looked down. "Not bad, little slut. I think maybe I'll train you myself; you have great potential. Even if I don't train you personally, you do have my promise that you will be fully trained, as you begged me."

He reached down and unfastened my earrings. "Your jewelry is nice, but I have new jewelry for you. The choker is particularly nice - but I have a better collar for you." He unfastened the choker, and placed it in a stack with the rest of my jewelry.

Free! At last! I tried to teleport, but something stopped me. Shit! My arms must be bound with leather. Still, I'm closer to getting out of here...

He stood me up. "Follow me, little slut," he commanded.

"Yes, Master," I replied, voice ringing with my excitement to almost be free - excitement which I'm sure he took the wrong way. And, I was still horny as hell.

He led me to a small room with a weird bench in the center and a fireplace on one wall. A fire was burning, filling the room with heat and light.

"Sit, slut," He commanded. I sat down carefully on the bench, wondering what all the attachments and buttons were for. I soon found out. Master Phoenix strapped my ankles to two small bars on the bench, and pushed me backward so that I was lying on the bench. He pulled back on my arms, and I felt them get strapped as well.

He pushed a few buttons, and the lower end of the bench split, and each end began to pivot outwards - forcing my legs apart. Then that end began to rise, bringing my hips way above the level of my head; I was lying at a 30-45 degree angle, and had a faceful of my own cleavage.

Master Phoenix rubbed my abdomen, just above my dripping pussy. He stepped away and walked to the fireplace, pulling out what appeared to be a poker. I gasped in fear as he stepped closer, and I saw it for what it was; it was a branding iron.

I screamed when he touched it to my body - just above my pussy, where he had rubbed before. The pain was terrible. He held it there a second or two, then pulled it back, returning it to the fire. Then he picked up a bottle from near my head, and squeezed something into his hand.

"This lotion will help prevent infection, and will see that the mark heals up proper." He said. "You now bear the mark of a slave, and all who see it will know your station."

Though my pain I managed to spit out, "You bastard! I've had more than enough of your games. Release me, I'm going home."

He chuckled. "Release you? My dear, that's quite impossible. You've been branded as a slave; there's no turning back now. I gave you three chances: you asked to be bound, you asked to be conditioned, and you begged to be trained. This is no game, little slut; this is your new life. And now," he said, holding a leather collar high. "I give you your slave's collar."

He fastened and locked the collar around my neck, throwing the key into the fire. "The tag on that says only 'slut' and 'slave' - you are no longer 'Dahlia Reynolds'," he said, ripping my ID before my face, and tossing the scraps into the fire. "You shall be named if you earn it, but for now you will answer to 'slut', 'slave', 'bitch', 'whore', or whatever else I may decide to call you. Do you understand, slave?" He rubbed the tips of his fingers lightly across my burn.

I yelped with pain renewed, and with tears streaming down my cheeks I simply said, "Let me go..."

He slapped me. "I already told you, slave, slut, whore, bitch, that isn't going to happen. Keep up the defiant act, and you'll be sorry. I take great pleasure in 'breaking' a proud woman. Now, slut, for the jewelry I promised you." He picked up another tool.

He grabbed my left tit with one hand, and held the tool over my nipple. There was a sharp piercing pain, which I clenched my teeth, and tried not to yelp. He repeated the process on my other tit. Then he picked up another tool, similar in appearance, and walked down the length of my body, slowly. He ran his finger along my wet slit, and I couldn't help but moan when he pinched my clit. Then there was the cool caress of metal followed by a sharp burst of mixed pain and pleasure.

"A slave wears three pieces of jewelry - they are all she owns. Silver slave rings, one heavy ring for each breast, and a smaller ring for her clit. More jewelry she may wear, but they are not hers."

Through my haze of pain, I caught the word 'silver', and became very worried. I felt him run something through the holes he had put in my body, and there was pressure and nearby heat. I anxiously murmured, "silver?" And hoped against the worst.

Master Phoenix nodded. "Yes, silver. Silver is the slave's metal - and when I saw how much silver you wore, I knew that you were indeed a slave at heart. You may say otherwise, slut, but you will be trained to realize. You are now a slave, forever."

The way my Master said "forever" caused something within me to break. I suddenly realized that it would be "forever" - or at least as long as I lived. With the silver rings and leather collar, there would be no escape for me. I cursed silently at my foolishness, and for making my breasts so huge. I was no longer a shapeshifter, but trapped, stuck, as a new buxom slave. If this was going to be my fate, I had best accept it, and make sure it doesn't become too difficult for me... In a soft voice I said, "Yes, Master. I understand..."

 

 

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