Sharon v Sharon: Waking in the Dungeon.

Unending BE - episode 32107

A dull pain seeped through Sharon’s skull as she struggled to force her eye-lids open. Shifting slightly her hipbone ground painfully over the rough stone floor. Now she felt stabbing pains all over her body, arms and legs. Bruises… as if she’d been in a fight … But of course, she had been in a fight! Her breasts ached too … and her private parts stung as if they had been … whipped! With a groan she recalled the Tongue-lashing Ceremony.

And now? The fog cleared from her eyes and she focussed on the bare stone walls of the room. She quickly took in the barred window high on the wall, through which some twilight lingered, the strong metal grill, which formed the entire wall opposite and the hinged gate with its massive lock. Ahead of her was a table on which she could see an earthenware jug. Sharon struggled to her feet only to stumble and crash to the floor. Oh no, she groaned again, how could I forget!. She was still wearing those shoes, the talking shoes with their five-inch stiletto heels and their constant taunting about what a slut she was.

Sharon approached the table, poured some water from the flagon into a cup and gulped it down. Her heart sank as she looked more closely. Laid out on the table were a variety of devices some of which were clearly instruments of torture and some whose purpose Sharon could only guess. There was also a key but it was too small to fit the lock of the dungeon.

A low moan broke the silence. Spinning round and almost tripping up again, Sharon was stunned to see an unconscious figure strapped to the rear wall, a figure so like her but also so different. It was the dominatrix who had tormented her in the public arena in front of the royal party and the assembled populace, who had finally forced her to scream out that she was a slut and on whom she had turned in rage as soon as she had been released. Looking at her face was like looking in a mirror, though elsewhere there were differences. The Dom Sharon was, she could see, taller and more muscular and, although she had a fantastic hourglass figure those DD breasts were quite modest compared to her own. Sharon ran her hands over her own bosom, felt the weight of her basketball sized orbs and allowed herself a quiet smile of satisfaction.

But oh how the tables had been turned! For the Dom Sharon was now firmly bound, gagged and wearing only her high heeled boots, a leather choker and a chastity belt.

Author’s note. To find out the history of both Dom Sharon and Slut-in-Denial Sharon, you need to look back from Episode 26187 and its mirror 31726 respectively. Both these threads originated from the prolific Episode 18965.

Sharon decided …

  1. ... to jolly well give her doppelganger a piece of her mind. But first she had to wake her. Now where’s that jug of water….
  2. ... to be friends and offer her some water to drink.
  3. ... to ungag the other Sharon. Perhaps they could discuss this Dom and Slut nonsense like two sensible adults?
  4. ... to remove the chastity belt. But why would she want to do that?
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