There were footsteps, and then a man stepped into view on the lower landing of a wide staircase in the corner of the underground chamber. I presumed it led up to the surface.
The man in question was fat, with grey curly hair. He wore a flowing red silk robe and a black masquerade mask that… really didn't do too much to hide his identity from anyone that would have recognized him. He walked around casually, holding a glass of white wine, numb to the horrors around him.
He gave a cheerful wave to the finely dressed thugs standing sentry in the corners of the room, and smiled warmly at Satan's Butler, the dark haired master of this domain.
"Good evening, sir. Welcome back to the establishment. Is there anything in particular you would like us to help you find today?" Butler said with an uncharacteristically friendly demeanour.
"Is my little bunny still alive?" the customer asked.
"Indeed she is, sir. You mentioned she was your favorite, so we have not retired her quite yet. Just this way," Butler replied.
He led the way over to one of the pillars on the other side of the room. I watched the scene curiously. The bunny in question seemed to be one of the veteran torture slaves, if her position in the line was anything to go by. She was in line with me, rather than across the hall, so I couldn't get a perfect view of her.
From what I could see, she was a bunny girl, with long white rabbit ears coming out of her head, and a fluffy tail above her bum. She had a fit figure, a bit like Maddie, with exceptionally thick and muscular thighs and large furry rabbit feet. But if there was one feature that really made her stand out, it was her tits. She was hugely endowed… She made Maddie look flat by comparison. She was… maybe E cups? Perhaps F? I wasn't sure, all I knew was that this bunny was stacked.
As the cruel men walked up to her, she averted her eyes and stared at the floor.
"There she is, still as round as perky as ever!" the customer said approvingly.
"Indeed sir. We employ our own in-house healer, second tier. So long as you don't kill her, she'll always be as good as new next time you visit."
"Hey sweetheart, ready to play again?" the customer asked the bunny girl.
The bunny girl didn't respond in any way, just staring at the floor with soulless eyes, lost in her despair.
"The customer asked you a question," Butler scolded.
The bunny girl glanced up, as if noticing the men for the first time. A few seconds passed, before she reluctantly mumbled, "Yes sir."
The customer grabbed one of her breasts, gently fondling her. He tapped his chin with his free hand thoughtfully.
"Let's have her in a chair, arms bound behind so these lovely little things are nice and accessible," the customer decided.
"Very well, sir. Would you like any special tools?"
"How about a hot brazier… needles, irons, pliers and the ripper. Perhaps a skinning knife as well?" the customer said, smiling cruelly at the bunny girl.
The bunny girl showed the first signs of fear on her face. She whimpered softly.
"Oh yes dear, it's going to happen again, just like last time." the customer said. "You're beautiful, and I just can't stop myself from wanting to destroy that beauty again and again. Let's see if I can make the pain last a bit longer this time. I've been working on my technique. Maybe we can break you in a way that the healing won't fix."
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The bunny girl looked away, shook her head, and a single tear fell down her cheek.
"Not going to beg for mercy?" the customer asked.
"There is no mercy here," she said softly.
The customer smiled, and slapped her hard on the breast. The bunny girl flinched, but didn't make a sound.
"Alright, let's set her up, I want to play." the customer said.
A pair of thugs came up to the bunny girl, and unlatched her shackles. Each grabbed and arm, and firmly guided her to a torture chair somewhere behind my pillar. The bunny girl didn't struggle. I heard shuffling, and clinking as tools and toys were delivered to the customer.
While that was being set up, another customer appeared at the dungeon entrance. This one was younger and fitter, yet like the other man, dressed in a red silk robe and masquerade mask. Maybe this was some sort of special uniform the customers wore?
Satan's Butler met the man and they exchanged greetings. Butler asked what sort of fun the man wanted.
"I want something with a good reaction, not a broken doll." the man declared.
"We've got three fresh girls, just in today."
Satan's Butler led the way over to my side of the room. I was apparently the first one to be inspected. The man stared at me with cold eyes and a sinister smile. I felt my skin itch as his gaze travelled over my defenseless body.
What would he do to me? The crucified elf was still fresh in my mind, as was the likely unpleasant fate of that poor bunny girl… I was a kinky bitch, but this wasn't sexy. I had to admit I was scared. Still, I tried to keep my face blank, not betray my fear. He seemed like the sort of bastard that would prey on weakness.
He prodded my bruised belly, "This one's got some spirit," he said.
"Indeed, sir. She remains defiant and unbroken," Butler said smoothly. "Would you like to be the one to break her?"
"Might be a fun challenge…" The half-masked man grinned evilly. "But I'm here to relax today. Let's see the other offerings before I decide."
Next up was Chloe. She kept her expression demure and submissive, averting her eyes when the men approached. I feared for Chloe, if this man preyed on weakness, then Chloe would be like pure submissive heroin to him. Or so I thought… But there wasn't a hint of fear in Chloe's posture… Just respect and pure unflinching acceptance.
"Aren't you a polite little thing…" the client commented.