Submission of Shannon

Shannon woke when sunlight grazed through two windows near the ceiling of dungeon. Her eyes didn\'t want to open; she had hoped to open them to find herself in her own bed with her pet kitten curled at her feet. The cold floor of the cage beneath her naked form gave her an early indication this was just a fantasy.

Her condition was fragile; she was frightened and cold from the lack of cloths. She tried to block out the negative emotions, concentrate on getting out of her cage and then out of this basement.

Hope of an escape first started to fade when she noticed the hinges of her cage door were welded with a top and a bottom cap, preventing the pins from being slipped out. The door itself was locked with a padlock. She scanned the room, hoping to see the key hanging up on the wall like in the old black and white TV shows she remembered watching as a child. Unfortunately, her host must have seen the same shows, there was nothing.

She then looked up at the windows, each set in opposite walls. As far as Shannon could tell, neither possible exit had handles. They were each set in a deep cut of concrete, with chicken wire and dark curtains surrounding the hole, keeping her from accessing the portal directly to break the glass.

She sighed, now knowing her only exit is at the top of the stairs, which destroyed almost all hope for escape. The realization swept over her that even if she could get out of her cage, to open that door (which see already assumed was locked from the ode),de), and get through the main part of the house would be nearly impossible.

In the dim sunlight, she could see much more of the room that what she could the night before. She first looked first over at Becca, who was just beginning to stir within her cage. She had the benefit of a blanket and a pillow, something Shannon grew deeply envious of as her cold skin ached in the basement air. Becca did seem content though, even with her gag in place. Shannon couldn\'t figure out how someone could sleep with that rubber ball in their mouth, and she hoped she never had to find out.

\"Oh My God! MICHAEL\", she exclaimed within her head. \"His name was Michael\" That little bit of information brought a little relief to her, possibly the idea that it\'s hard to fight someone you know nothing about. At least now, she knew a name.

She continued to soak in the rest of the room. It was as she would have pictured most \'dungeons\', as she had heard them referred too these bondage escapes. The spacious room was sparse in decoration with padded walls to block the sounds trying to leak past the confines of the room. There was a small movable table set up that could be easily accessible from one of the several areas where the attachment of chains or straps can be seen.

The site of the torture equipment made the hairs on Shannon\'s neck stand on end. She tried to console herself with what Michael had told her the night before, that no permanent damage would ever come of her, but the word \'discipline\' said in his own devilish tone echoed through her mind.

Then Shannon gasped and cringed as she heard the door at the top of the stairs unlock. She pushed her bare flesh back away from the direction of the stairs as best she could with the tied collar around her neck. Her body trembled as the door opened and her captor\'s steps quickly came down the stairs.

\"He\'s coming!\" she thought to herself, as tears of fear started to well up again. Truely terrified, she knew from the confrontation by her car she was probably no match physically for him. She was at his mercy.

After appearing at the foot of the stairs, the man she now called \"Michael\" in her mind slowly oto Sto Shannon\'s cage, and leaned down to get a good view of his cringing houseguest.

\"You didn\'t eat last night, precious. That\'s too bad\" he said.

Shannon only response was to buck up the courage to shoot him a glance from her cell. She had told him she would do nothing he said, and she totally meant to keep those words, even if it meant starving herself.

\"It\'s going to be a long day for you, your going to wish you had taken that bread.\"

He winked at her then moved over to the other cage where Becca awaited. She was now awake and aware, her cheek resting against the cold bars of her confinement like a puppy, whimpering for his attention through her ball gag. He pulled a couple of keys out of his pocket, using one to open Becca\'s lock.

Shannon\'s eyes glimmered as she saw the key ring used. She knew those were both the literal and physical keys to her escape. She watched as he unfastened the lock and placed the key slowly back into his jean pocket. She couldn\'t help but notice his package as he leaned in to take Becca\'s chain and walk her out of her cage. The bulge in his pants was fairly large. She thought to herself what a bastard he was; what a sick pervert to be getting off on the ordeals he was putting both of his prisoners through.

Her eyes looked up to his face as he removed Becca\'s gag and kissed her lips softly, letting the embrace of their mouth linger. As they moved apart, both stared into each others eyes in a shared moment. Shannon was taken back by this and could only think that Becca was brainwashed in some freak way to care for her captor.

\"You are going to learn by watching, at first\" he said frankly as he took Becca\'s leash and walked her around the room. \"Your job is to learn from Becca\'s behavior how a proper bitch in heat should act, how you should act.\"

His tone frightened Shannon more, if that was possible. He obviously had little respect for Becca to call her such a name, and she herself knew she would never give him the satisfaction of cooperation.

Michael tugged on Becca\'s chain, guiding her to bend over one of the low setting tables in the room. He left her there, ass high in the air, and walked to a nearby work bench with several drawers attached.

\"Ahhhh, my dear, how could I forget your tail.\" He said to the blonde.

Becca\'s body was amazing. Her ass was perfectly heart shaped, and her legs were nice and tone. This meant she had to have gotten out of her cage to exercise at some point. Shannon thought that if she got such time, it would give her a means to escape. The view that Shannon was given made the dark skinned lovely blush. She could see the pinkness of Becca\'s sex as the beautiful submissive was pressed against the wooden table, her legs slightly spread.

Michael opened one of the drawers and pulled out what appeared to Shannon to be a whip, but the base of it was much too small to hold onto in Michael\'s big hands. He walked back over to the table, and pressed the handle of the item between the tight globes of Becca\'s ass.

Shannon gasped at the sight. \"How dare he violate her like that\" she thought to herself. The act of anal penetration never really bothered Shannon. She herself had invited men through her back door a few times, but this was different in her mind. Even though Michael slowly worked the item Shannon now knew was a butt plug into Becca\'s rear, that poor girl couldn\'t enjoy it.

Yet still, she heard a soft moan coming from Becca\'s mouth. The show continued, as Michael took his hands away from the butt plug, leaving it firm within the woman. The fibers of Becca\'s new \'tail\' swayed as Michael pulled her off the table and trotted her slowly around Shannon\'s cage.

\"Thi wha what grace is, Shannon. Do you see how she crawls, there is a dignity, a seduction within it. Watch how her ass moves from side to side as she crawls next to me.\"

Shannon was watching. So many feeling overwhelmed her, the fear, the disgust, and also confusingly the beauty and pride which Becca displayed. Women were beautiful to Shannon, but she had never truly been turned on by the sight of one till right now, a fact she hated her body for. She clinched her thighs tight together, avoiding the heat her traitorous sex was starting to feel.

Michael stopped and looked down at Becca. \"My pet, position 3, NOW\" he commanded her.

And with that, Becca slowly stretched onto her chest, the side of her face resting against the basement floor. The back of her thighs, now raised as she positioned herself on her knees, were very close to the bars of Shannon\'s cage. Shannon could see the soft, now damp lips of Becca\'s sex.

This sight pushed the Shannon past another barrier of comfort, as if there could be another one that Michael hadn\'t already broken. She looked away, but Michael kicked her cage hard.

\"Pay Attention, slut!\" he shouted at her.

She responded only by looking away again, but with another kick to the bars of her cage, she finally did as he said, not for complacency sake, but to not be the burden of his anger.

\"And that is the lack of humility that all sluts will show\" Michael said. \"She has been taught to display herself to whomever I bid her too. Display herself and more\"

His mood had calmed from the anger he just displayed. He reached down, and gave Becca a soft touch, whispering into her ear. Shannon was forced to watch as the white skinned beauty\'s hand reached up between her thighs, starting to massage her own pussy for Shannon\'s view. Her fingers pressed against the hood of her clit, the sex already glistening as her three middle fingers rubbed slow circles into her tiny nub. Her ass began to squirm in the air, her faux tail swaying back and forth with the movements.

Slowly Becca became more articulate. As seconds turned into minutes, soft moans grew in loudness and desperation. All the while, Shannon watched, her own body became warmer. She cursed herself and her captor. Her fears turning to anger, which itself slowly gave way to other feelings as she watched the masturbation. Thoughoughts of her surroundings, the suggestion that she herself will one day be doing this was losing way in her mind to the thought that she was naked, and watching a true act of lust.

Michael had stepped away from Becca for a few moments a cou could see Shannon\'s eyes locked on the blonde\'s now soaked cunt. He had made his way to the table with all of drawers, and pulled out another apparatus without Shannon looking. He then walked back and waited, waited for just the right moment.

Becca was squirming as she made her palm now rub against her clit, her fingers pressed into the depths of her cunt, pressing their motion of penetration repeatedly. Her breath was ragged and her firm breasts were rising and falling below her. She was ready to climax, she could feel the buildup within her, and she let out a scream with the first full words Shannon had actually heard from her lips.

\"MASTER PLEASE!!\" she beckoned out. \"PLEASE LET BECCA CUM!!\"

And with her words, Michael took the crop he had grabbed from the table, and with a switch of his wrist, he flicked it across her ass. \"No my dear, not yet.\" And with another movement of his arms, the riding crop again and again came across Becca\'s ass, all the while her fingers still danced within her sex. Her breath became deeper, crying out with each contact, but she knew to not continue to beg. She only continued to do what her master proclaimed, letting the pain of his crop both excite her into a fever.

Finally, Michael gave another command as he moved to a nearby chair. \"Enough my pet, come to me. Free my cock and show our guest the other talents you possess.\"

And with that, Becca\'s fingers slowly left her soaked cunt. Shannon could see the welt marks upon her asnd wnd was still shaking from having the crop striking Becca\'s flesh so close to her. For now, her fear returned. She knew exactly what Michael had meant by discipline.

Becca slowly made her way to her Master\'s seat with the graceful crawl of a feline. Her shoulders, her hips, all moved in a rhythm of seduction. The tail continued to sway but its tightness within her ass didn\'t seem to interrupt her movements; obviously she had become used to the toy.

When she got to Michael, she climbed slowly up His thighs and with her teeth unfastened and unzipped his pants. She slowly yanked down the zipper and spread the fly to give her access to his boxers within. Working only with her mouth, she pulled down the elastic of his underwear, and from beneath sprang his now hard shaft.

Shannon knew this show was all for her, a thought which never left her mind. As much as she tried to fight, she admired Becca\'s skill and at the same time found herself getting damp. She watched intently as Becca\'s tongue glided along the undersof Mof Michael\'s cock. She licked her lips as Becca guided the cock against her lips lapping lightly at the underside of the head before swallowing the cock whole.

The caged beauty squirmed against the bars as she watched Michael\'s cock being teased. Shannon wanted to touch herself; she wanted to just \'feel\' what her pussy was like right now. Her aching lips wanted the feel of the soft pads of her fingers, but she knew she had to be strong. Her eyes worked up, locked to her captives, as he was intent on her as well. His hands glided through the blond hair of Becca, grabbing a fist full of the tendrils to guide her up and down his long thick prick, but his eyes never left Shannon.

She watched as he bit his bottom lip, sounds of pleasure started to flow out as Becca brought him closer to the edge. He finally broke eye contact with his new prize to look down at Becca, her face pumping faster, sucking harder on his cock, trying to make him release. His hips started slowly dancing in the chair, his moans become yells and roughly he pulled Becca\'s face from his root. He stroked his cock hard, till finally his seed burst across his sex toy\'s tan flesh. He moaned loudly as his orgasm stained the skin of Becca\'s face and chest.

When he was done, Michael reached down and pressed a kiss to the now salty lips of Becca, whispering to her \"very good, slut\"

Shannon could hear Becca\'s reply, simply, \"Thank you, my Master, my love.\"

When they had finished staring fondly into each others eyes, Michael refastened his pants and took Becca by the chain. She was still \'dirty\' with his release. The white sticky liquid dripped down her chin and her firm tits, the trickled seed streaked down her abdomen.

He walked Becca over to Shannon\'s cage and kneeled down and pulled the keys out of his pocket. Shannon backed away from the door as Michael unlocked and opened the cage. She put herself as tight as she could against the furthest bars. She was scared that it would be her turn; the thought now both frightened and excited her.

Michael guided Becca into the cage with Shannon, reaching behind her to quickly PULL her tail from her ass. The sensation sent Becca\'s head back with a scream that Shannon truly couldn\'t tell if it was pleasure or pain. She figured that Becca had been worked up enough from the masturbation and the blowjob, either could really be true.

The container was small, but with Shannon weary and in a ball, it was big enough for the both of them. She looked intently on Becca, trying to figure out how she felt about the cum stained female in front of her.

\"I am going to leave for a while,\" said Michael, \"but I\'ll give both of you the chance to get to know each other better.\" And with that, Michael locked the door to the cage, taking off his t-shirt and sliding it through the bars for Becca to use as a towel.

Shannon now got a good glimpse of her captor\'s chest and arms. He was strong, well built, yet not like the steroid heads that sometimes came into the bar picking up on her. He was what her friends would call \'that good middle ground every guy should be\'. Through the gaze at his body though, Shannon\'s dislike burned bright, wanting to get away from this life he had planned for her before he could corrupt her like he did Becca.