Julia loved her dungeon. She had invested considerable funds getting it just right, but she found it well worth the money. All the chains were just right and in perfect positions to bind her helpless captives open to her wrath. This night's featured guest was a lovely young girl named Carrie. She had yet to decide how she wanted to bind the girl who was, even now, meandering about examining the varied contraptions she had acquired.

"Isn't this an Iron Maiden?"

"Yes, I had the spikes blunted so they pin rather than pierce. It can really hold you in place."

"Why not just use ties?"

"Some people don't like to be bound, but enjoy the immobility."

"Kewl!"

Ah, youth, Julia thought. Although she wasn't That old, next to the red headed twenty-something girl in her dungeon, she felt old......in a good way.

"Come here."

The spunky lil teenie bopper trotted over to her and smiled as she was stripped naked and shackled to the wall. Julia spread her legs out as wide as they would go and chained her hands far above her head. A leather collar went around her slender neck and attached to the wall with an audible 'Click!'. Julia cupped her tremulous breasts and kissed her deeply. When she broke away, she stepped back, raised her whip, and brought it down across those lovely little breasts with a loud crack.

Carrie screamed and thrashed against her bonds to no avail. She felt alive and on fire as her flesh was lashed repeatedly. This was what she loved, this feeling of excitement. Of heat. As the blows landed harder and faster she felt herself beginning to stew in her own juices. The heat she now felt was boiling out of her smooth slit and already she felt her moisture soaking her thighs.

After a thorough beating that left her dripping with sweat and other fluids, Julia released Carrie from her restraints. She swarmed over her, pressing her denuded body against Julia's latex covered one. To her dismay, the blond woman only turned her around and rebound her, now with her aching flesh pressed against the cold stone of this torture chamber.

The blows began to fall again. They rained down on her back and buttocks in a rapid fire fury. She was lost in the pain once more.

Glorious! It was glorious! Divinely exquisite. The irreverent thought that it would take Julia a long time to clean the stain she was sure was forming on the wall between her legs caused her to smile before screaming once more.

When the last lash had struck itself into her skin, she was once more unbound from the wall. Before she had the chance to lay so much as a finger on her skin, she found her hands cuffed behind her.

"Oh, come on! That's not fair," she cried.

"I'll get around to you when I'm done. Until then, slaves don't complain."

"Oops! Sorry."

"You will be."

She led the girl over to a small depression in the stone floor. It was rectangular; roughly three feet wide, four and a half feet long, with a small trench a foot in front of it. There were ankle shackles at the end opposite the trench and a bar imbedded in the walls of the end closest to the trench. In the middle of this bar was a short length of chain. On the end of the chain was a small lock and in the middle a set of manacles were attached to the links themselves.

Julia made Carrie kneel down in the boxy depression, and quickly secured her ankles. She bent her forward and attached the lock on the end of the chain to her collar. When she removed the handcuffs, she gave the girl little time to react. Her wrists were locked in the manacles. Bound as she was, in the little concave she had some freedom of movement, she could touch her face, feel around the lock on her collar, even move her knees a little. However, her breasts, arse and sex were still unattainable to her, and yet displayed for her tormentor.

Looking in the only direction she could, Carrie noticed a drain in the small trench. Also, while her feet and thighs were pressed against small stone walls, the front of the concave sloped down into the trench.

"What exactly is That for," she asked, doing her best to point ahead at the little trench.

"You'll see," was all she'd say.

She heard, though could not see, Julia leave the room. She was a little afraid she would leave her there all night, but soon heard the dramatic clacking of her heels as she returned.

A sudden probing finger slid inside the red head's rear passage and coated it with lube. This violation caused her to startle and jerk at her chains. Within moments, her felt that familiar wetness once more.

"My, aren't we the drippy one!"

As she reached around and rubbed the girl's clit, now swollen with need, Julia slid another finger in. Then another, and another. When she felt her anus sufficiently lubricated, she withdrew and smiled to hear her anguished groans and to see her futilely pushing back toward her.

When she inserted the first enema, Carrie pushed her rump toward it. But when the warm water streamed into her bowels, she gave a startled yip and tried to jerk away to no avail. As she realized she couldn't stop it, she settled in and began to enjoy the process.

The first syringe emptied, Julia quickly replaced it with the next, and the next, and the next.

"Um, I'm feelin a lil waterlogged here. Think you could let me up to use the bathroom?"

She felt the blood drain from her face when Julia merely laughed and told her she had asked what the trench was for.

She protested. She demanded. When that didn't work, she begged, pleaded and cried. All of which fell on deaf ears.

As the seconds ticked on, she felt the fullness of her rump and knew what would inevitably happen. Tears stained her cheeks as the warm water began to flow out of her.

Pulling herself up as far as the chains allowed her, she was forced to watch the water flow past her and down the drain in the ditch.

She felt humiliated! She felt violated! She felt.....strangely aroused by this forced submission.

Julia had slipped out without her noticing and now returned with several bottles of water.

"Thirsty?"

"A little."

She unscrewed the cap on one bottle and lowered it to Carrie's lips. She held it while she guzzled it down. When she had finished it, she thanked her. But when she moved the second bottle to her lips, she said no thanks.

"Drink it."

"I'm not thirsty."

"I said, Drink it!"

The fierceness in her voice was frightening. Not wishing to find out what would happen if she refused, Carrie drank the second bottle of water. As a third was placed to her lips, an awful ideal began to grow in her mind.

By the time the sixth bottle was placed to her lips, Carrie's bladder was full. When she told this to Julia, she paled to see the wicked gleam in her eyes.

It didn't take long. Urine trickled down the slope and into the drain mingled with tears of shame.

"Well, look at you, you dirty girl you. We shall have to clean you off, won't we?"

Julia left for a moment and returned with a bucket of warm water and a sponge.

As she washed her captive's arse and cunt, she heard the girl moan and knew the water was no longer the only warm liquid soaking her. Before she could climax, she tipped the bucket over to flow down the shallow pit and into the drain. Carrie pleaded with her to finish her off. She needed to cum soooooo bad! But she had other plans for her.

The red haired beauty soon found herself strapped to a table resembling an inverted Y. Her legs pinioned by such an extreme degree caused her juices to flow faster, dripping onto he stone floor. As another jolt of electricity coursed through her body, she was once again thrashing against her bonds. The electrodes sent wave after wave of pleasure and pain through her lithe form, causing her to scream at the top of her lungs.

Julia set the tens unit to two minute bursts every four minutes and went to her toy chest. As Carrie's screams echoed off the walls again, Julia found what she was looking for.

When the blond domme returned to her field of vision, Carrie saw she wore a large black strap-on.

"Yes! Oh, gawd, YES!!"

Sliding the crown of her strappy around the slick opening of the girl's slit, it was soon coated in natural lubricant.

She cupped her breasts as another burst rocked her against the table and she slid easily inside her cunt.

In no time, she was moaning to the rhythm of her thrusts. The phallus was very long and thick and nearly filled her completely. As Julia's thrusts grew faster, she felt her body shudder with preorgasmic tension. That was when another jolt sent her wailing again.

She saw she was ready to cum. More than ready, actually. She was desperate, which was why Julia chose to withdraw her strappy from her cunt.

"NO! No please, don't stop! Oh, gawd! Don't stop!"

She turned the tens unit off and pressed herself against the bound girl.

"You're on fire, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"That's what you like, right?"

"Yes."

"You love having it drawn out."

"Yes," she sobbed. Despite her protests and pleading, she did enjoy having her pleasure drawn out and denied. Her time with Julia had been the best experience of her life.

"Well then, sweetness. You're gonna love this!"

Sliding off her, Julia crouched between her widespread legs. Carrie felt something cool and metallic cupping her arse and her dripping, hairless mound. There was also a large plug penetrating her anus and now, another burrowing into her cunt. She thought this was some kind of DP vibrator until she heard that now all-to familiar 'CLICK!'.

Looking down, Carrie saw her brand new chastity belt with it's rather large, and very secure padlock. Julia had the key dangling from her fingertip.

"Well, honey. You're gonna have that Fire inside you for a long, long time!"