Sitting at his desk, late at night, Dave quietly booted up his old burner laptop. He went through the slow, methodical steps to obscure his online presence. It took some time, but one couldn’t be too careful when getting onto the Dark Web.

 The site he went to wasn’t listed, it was impossible to find through any normal search or link. The only way to find it was to be told how by someone else who knew how to find it. Accessing cost a special form of crypto-currency, expensive as hell, but in Dave’s opinion quite worth it. At the prompting of the site, he entered the details for his latest payment and was granted access to the Dungeon.

The site’s presentation was nothing too special, its name splashed across the top of the page below a list of options: Training Room, Cellblock A and so on. Dave went to the first option and clicked it. A moment later, the new page came up with the name across the top, much like the homepage. Below, a number of rectangles appeared, dark initially, but they lit up as the data from the live feeds was supplied.

The cameras were all in the same room, the ‘Training Room’ as the site dubbed it. It was a large squarish room, maybe fifty feet on each side. The cameras were spaced around, some in the corners, some at the doors, some views looking down from up high, some down at eye level with the occupants.

There were about half a dozen or so in the Training Room right now, being put through their paces. Besides the two handlers in their dark uniforms and masks, the trainees were all young women, not one older then 24. Beside the live feeds, there was a sidebar with the names of everyone in the training room at the moment. Clicking on one, Dave knew from experience, would take him to their personal page, with name, bio and highlight clips of each girl’s ‘career’ at the Dungeon.

As always, the girls were naked, apart from their restraints. At the moment, those consisted of their collars, a harness gag and a leather monoglove. The girls were crisscrossing the room. This simple task was made more difficult by the thin ropes, stretched end to end they straddled. Besides being kept taut, the ropes had knots spaced a couple feet along the entire lengths to torment the naked girls’ sexes as they shuffled back and forth. Should they falter in this, though, the handlers were always ready to provide some additional incentive in the form of the heavy leather floggers they carried.

Dave watched for a minute, eyes darting between the different camera’s POVs. He made a note to come back in fifteen minutes, which a large digital timer on one wall suggested would be the end of this exercise. If it was like past exercises, there would be some sort of punishment for the slowest girls, one he was sure he’d enjoy seeing.

 In the meantime, he clicked back to the navigation menu and then onto the next room. Cellblock A was quiet at the moment. Only a few girls were in their cages at the moment, curled up and snatching what rest they could before the handlers came for them again.

 Dave flipped to the next room. Showers, mess hall, punishment room, the whole of the facility, or at least those parts of it that had naked chicks in them, was hooked up to cameras providing a constant live feed. While he did spend most of his time checking out the rooms where the action was happening, it was sometimes fun to check in on the remote corners of the place, seeing what went on ‘behind the scenes’ like when he’s followed a chain of girls along their march from the cellblock, to the showers, to the mess hall and finally to the training room, all live. The Dungeon wasn’t just another bondage porn site, it looked and felt like a living, breathing facility, with the girls here held in constant bondage.

 But there wasn’t time for that at the moment. It was Thursday, which meant intake of the new girls. Dave flipped over to the camera feeds for the ‘Garage.’ The site rotated through its cast regularly, bringing in new performers. He though it was quite clever, how they introduced the new girls...

 He’d timed it well. A van was pulling in right as the live feeds started up. He focused his attention on the camera which, with great care no doubt, was positioned perfectly to catch the side door of the van as it was slid open by the waiting handler.

 Dave leaned forward, eager to get a first glimpse of the new girls. He grinned Four this time! Most times there was usually only one or two. They lay on the floor in the inside of the van, hogtied with rope. A band of cloth covered each girls’ eyes while another was pulled between her teeth, from which snatches of packing poked out. They squirmed and struggled against the ropes, quite realistically, Dave thought. There was a microphone, in addition to the cameras. In Dave’s headphones, he could hear the frantic grunts and screams echoing through the garage.

 The handlers came and unloaded the four, throwing the girls over their shoulders, making sure, of course, to let the cameras get a good look at each as she was carried past. A blonde, two brunettes and a good looking redhead. They were dressed in jogging clothes, as if they’d been snatched off the streets. Dave clicked over to another set of camera feeds, watching as the girls were carried into another room labeled “Processing.”

 Here, they were stripped naked, slowly for the cameras, and their initial bonds swapped for collar and shackles. One of the handlers was talking to the girls, giving them their instructions for the next few days or weeks, Dave guessed though this room didn’t have a sound feed to go with the video. Still, as each girl was collared, their names appeared on the list of Occupants, at least, their stage names. The blonde went into the system as ‘Princess.” One of the brunettes was “Jasmine” while the other would be going under the name “Crystal“ while the redhead was saddled with “Summer III”, the ‘II’ because one other girl before her had gotten the same name.

 Dave grinned, noting down the names. He was looking forward to following the girls. They looked scared and confused, all the girls looked like that when the first got here. Probably the site only booked amateurs. He’d certainly never seen any on any of the other sites he visited regularly. But by the time they finished, all would be pros at this sort of thing.

 Like their method for introducing their new girls, the Dungeon had a neat method for their “farewell” in the form of a live “Slave Auction.” Apparently, some site members even got to participate in it, though those pages were invite only and so far Dave hadn’t found how how one got such an invite. Still, for the moment he was content to watch...