Nyefield University pt 2

Chapter 13

Bambi
As I step into the final room in the basement I can see why they call in the devil's playroom. It has everything. And when I say everything I mean it. From you most basic bondage whips to what I can only describe as medieval torture devices. The room is almost split in two, with the instruments that could be used for bdsm play in the first half and the torture side of it on the other. Jason presses a button and there's a loud mechanical noise before a metal wall starts to descend from the ceiling, like a garage door.

"We don't want to petrify every woman that comes down here so we had this installed so we can close it off and they are none the wiser." Jason explains. "Simple yet effective."

He says this as though its the most normal thing in the world to have a torture dungeon in the basement. Don't get me wrong I fucking love it but its definitely giving me more of a background to the guys. I can't wait to hear stories from all three of them about what they've gotten up too in here.

"We debated bringing them here. But we thought you might not want them anywhere near your home, plus there isn't a huge amount of space to work in if we had three bodies in here." Dax explains to me. I nod in agreement, I wouldn't want to come down here and remember that their blood once splattered these walls. I spend some time looking over everything in here I'm fascinated by every piece of equipment and not just the torture devices. My sex life has by no means been vanilla but the array of toys they have here would rival any sex shop in the country. By the time I'm finished I turn around to find only Dax stood there watching me intently, the twins have disappeared off somewhere.

"Like what you see firecracker?" He asks lent against the door frame with one knee bent behind the other.

"Uh huh." I nod looking at him with heated eyes. This fucking pregnancy is making me hornier than ever.

"I meant the room." He says with a chuckle.

"Of course you did." I say winking at him. "Definitely not this fine piece of ass infront of me." He shakes his head with a smile before walking over to me. I walk backwards away from him until my ass bumps up against the St Andrews Cross in the corner. He cages me in against it.

"Hmm, I can just imagine you tied up to this, unable to escape me. I'd keep bringing you right to the edge of an orgasm and then let it drift away into the sunset." I shiver against his body, his words traveling straight to my vagina. "Maybe I'd leave you tied up all day long with a fucking machine working its way in and out of you, not quite enough to make you cum but enough to drive you insane." So many images run through my head of us playing in here my cum and blood along the floor mixing and disappearing down the drain in the middle of the room. Dax's head drops to the crook of my neck and he bites down gently over that sweet spot, causing me to whine and press my body up against his. "Needy little slut aren't you." I don't reply but I can feel my pussy dampen at his words. He runs his hands down my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake before he grabs my wrists and pins them against the cross. He pushed a thigh between mine forcing me to spread my legs. I grind down against him and arch my breasts into his chest. He chuckles darkly in my ear. "Does my little siren want to play?" I whimper into him again but he drops my hands and steps backwards. "Use your words Bambi."

"Yes."

"Yes..."

"Yes sir." He turns towards the door and I think for a moment he's not going to play ball but instead he shuts the door and locks it from the inside. He turns back towards me, he reaches behind the cross and pulls out two bits of wood, I look at him confused but he shows me they slot into the bottom legs of the cross then he helps me to stand on them before placing my hands in the metal cuffs on the two arms. He stands back and admires me for a moment.