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Dungeon From Hell Author: A lottery winner The second hand man by rita dove the only thing or things he ever wanted — Disclaimer: This story is my one hundredth completed story and I decided to make this my longest, wide-ranged story that I have written.
There are elements of consensual sex in this story but it is mainly rape with violence and torture.
This is all fictional obviously. Thanks to all of you that have read any of my previous ninety-nine stories and I hope you enjoy this. If you have any questions, comments, story requests or other feedback to this or any of my other stories; feel free to contact me at — thebiglove yahoo.
The twenty-five year old from a boring town in central Delaware had been trying for years to find an out from his boring life. He was tired of living alone in the middle of nowhere and needed a change. Little did he know how much of a change he was about to get.
Robert made his regular stop at a Wawa after working a long day at Target. Grabbing his regular meatball sub and Dr. He made it back to his small apartment just in time for the drawing of the numbers. Robert looked down at his ticket and saw the matching number.
He did not get his hopes up as he would regularly get at least a number or two. His dream had come true; he had just found an out of his crappy life, an out of his boring home state and an out of his financial difficulties.
He quickly grabbed his phone, trying to hold onto it through shaky hands, and started calling his friends. The man ran out of his apartment, making his way out of the complex until he got to his car.
He continued doing this for about a half hour before heading home to attempt to sleep. I say attempt because there was no way a man this excited could possibly sleep.
He lay in bed all night imagining what he was going to do with his massive millions. Robert imagined a large house on a remote island, a brunette supermodel in one arm and a redhead in the other. Having been single for so long, most of these imaginations involved women doing whatever he wanted.
He pictured the first two models roped together, in tears and begging for freedom as he stood over them while furiously stroking himself. The man began to masturbate at the thoughts of humiliating the tied-up women.
Within seconds, he exploded both in his mind and his hand. The image of the two extremely hot models sobbing as his cum rained down on them was the single hottest image his brain had ever created. He instantly realized how sick and twisted his mind could go; starting what would be a long and arduous plan to live out those desires.
The next day, he made his way to the lottery center to be officially declared the winner. Luckily for him there were no other winners in the country, meaning the entire fortune belonged to him. One week after winning the lottery, Robert Justin received his money and began to put in place his plans.
By July, Robert had moved from Delaware, across the country to a remote location about seventy miles northeast of Las Vegas, Nevada. In the middle of nowhere sat a row of five high class mansions separated by two mile long stretches of undisturbed fields.
Two of the mansions were for sale, one in the center of the line and one on the eastern end. For as much privacy as he wanted, Robert easily chose the eastern land.
Once August rolled around, Robert had completely moved in and was enjoying life in his huge house. While everything above ground was set to go, there was intense construction taking place in the basement.
The basement of the house was, unsurprisingly, large. It had more space than most houses throughout the country.
It can be easily understood that someone in a big house would enjoy a big basement, whether it be for storage or expanding the living area. Robert had other plans.
Ever since that night he had the image of the models tied up, he wanted his imagination to become reality. The basement would also not be used for a living space…at least not a willing one. This filthy rich man with the filthy mind would get what he desired…a dungeon filled with beautiful women whose sole purpose in life was to please him, whether it be consensual or not.
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