Chapter 3

The younger women fawned over the pregnant girl, expressing their desire to attain the seniority amongst the women that her expectancy confirmed, and experience the just treatment of a guilty male themselves; each one blossoming with the spite for masculinity that grew stronger with each day under the guidance of the elder matriarchs. This after those senior women of the coven had showered her with their glowing congratulations on the superb command she'd shown over the hapless male who had violated her with his seed. One of their elder members, Miriam Holt, a very plump brunette woman of about sixty-five years with a presence that alone had brought many males into immediate obedience, noted that Bathsheba and Agatha showed an extra pleasure that was beyond their normal delight on such occasions as they watched the praise of the excited younger women. She smirked at the two of them.

'What is it that you two have that brings such a special euphoria today? You've seen many males tested before; it's not just that is it.' Bathsheba looked at Agatha, and the two grinned at each other as she pulled the black silk from her bag.

'I had hoped Thelma could be here, but I fear she's enjoying the pleasure of dominating her youthful charge to the full and may be some time yet.' The elder women left their seats on seeing the black bundle in her hand, and Bathsheba smiled toward the nubile young girls who were lost in their admiration for the pregnant girl.

'Agatha and I, with more than a little help from Sadie, have secured a prize which I'd love to have the younger women entertain at my home as he's prepared for a visit elsewhere.' The women gasped, no more so than Miriam, whose mature cunt tingled in anticipation on Bathsheba opening the silk and displaying it; the white streaks abundant upon it, flakes of dried seed fluttering from it to be eagerly caught and tasted by those women close enough.

'Behold the seed of Matthew Hopkins!' Miriam scraped at a flake with her finely manicured finger, and closed her eyes as she tasted it.

'You're sure?' Bathsheba grinned as the women clamoured to see the black silk which ensured a male would wear the white shroud at Burntwood House.

'There is no doubt whatsoever, and he lies bound and silenced below the shroud, eager to be dominated, a cur true to his lifeblood.' Miriam's mature breasts poked nipples hard with dominant excitement, her wicked grin full of the divine thought of sweet retribution.

'Yes, the girls will have him on his journey to the velvet bench, but they'll not be made aware of his significance till the day; they're impetuous in their spite and we don't want to spoil it for him ... but I demand that he is mine for a day, there's no rush and we'll all want to savour his torment ... and I can see you've already begun his path to correction.' The women showed their appreciation as the silk was passed and inspected, Agatha laughing softly.

'Oh yes, he came most satisfactorily under the whip, and he'll spend many times before his final release on the rope; there is a delightful twist to his story concerning his ex-wife, we shall seek her out and perhaps indulge her interest in the matter, should she be suitable.'

Arne's anus tingled as he heard the door open, knowing he would face immediate humiliating derision and punishment, his cock bone hard again with it's bell end glistening with the evidence also borne by the sheets; he had spent gloriously in bondage and would pay dearly for it. He strained to see what made his ears prick up; the sound of many giggling females as well as the dominant tones of Bathsheba and Agatha. Bathsheba sneered as she saw the result of his submissive weakness on her sheets, showing immediate disdain, though it was no more than she expected. His cock pulsed rigid as his eyes were filled with the nubile young females who stood by the bed, their eyes full of feminine spite as they began to undress, their impetuousness foregoing any such command from the older women.

'Here is a male outsider who has earned the right to assist with your development. As you can see, he is eager to spend without permission.' She lifted his head by the hair and slapped his face hard, making him grunt into the gag, and bringing contemptuous laughter from the young girls, many of whom displayed their firm petite breasts and tight slits already, making him yearn to spend again.

'You may remove his gag when he has spent under your canes and whips, to allow him to give his thanks to your scents and tastes and you may have him beg your pleasure, but do not question his identity; he is of no significance at this point and will suffer your exercises as the nameless cur that he is.' She sneered as she slapped his face again.

'You do want to be dominated by our younger members don't you? They'll soon wear the black of our coven, and you'll find their spite most invigorating.' Arne whimpered through the gag and nodded obediently as he watched the lithe forms of teenage girls eagerly select whips and canes from a closet opened by Agatha, others staring with cruel delight at the admission which would receive their spite. Bathsheba grinned as Agatha joined her and the two made it obvious they were to depart, leaving him to enjoy the spite of the girls unsupervised

'Cane him well girls! We have a little business to attend to this morning, and will be back at noon; there'll be a special a special mention to the elders of our coven for the girls who make him spend.' Arne writhed on the bed as a young ginger girl took the initiative and knelt on the bed, lifting his head to sniff at the pink aroused lips which bulged from her milky white cunt.

'Sniff cur! Know my scent, I'm going to thrash you till you cry for me.' His cock boned as another untied the leash between wrists and ankles, and others pulled his legs down, another slipping her soft arse and shapely thighs up to his face to have him sniff at her pucker as soon as the ginger girl stood with her cane, the gag swiftly unbuckled to allow the service of his tongue. He was overwhelmed as the youthful harpies descended on him like ants consuming a larger prey, lapsing into a new and exhilarating sense of submission on being held down by the soft bodies of females, all at an age where he would have chided them for their cheek in an everday situation; he was now under their control, whipped and dominated by them, immersed in the sensual feel of their flesh and sweet scents he would soon spend. The sound of the ginger girl's cane was interspersed with the derisory laughter from the two older women as they left him to the spontaneous enthusiasm of the young girls, bringing him ever closer to shooting his mess as he bucked in pain, the white flesh of the young redhead rippling as she applied the cane relentlessly in her efforts to have him spurt.

Arne twisted his head from the grasp of the blonde girl at his face, and watched through watery eyes as a black haired girl tried to bully the ginger girl aside in a frenzy to unleash her cane upon the mature male's flesh; she was shown short shrift by the redhead who held her position valiantly, pushing her over with dominant aplomb.

'Mine! Wait your turn, he'll spend for me!' He saw the admission of defeat to a stronger force in the black haired girl's eyes as she climbed back from her knees, and saw the delicious spite in the triumphant ginger girl's eyes, meeting his as she brought the cane down hard to stripe his buttocks; she was no more than sixteen, if that, and he was going to come for her. The blonde girl pulled his head back.

'Never mind her, lick my arsehole, I want to feel your defeat when you spend!' He dutifully obliged, and slipped his tongue into the tight warmth of her young anus, pressing it deep and sniffing hard at the spicy arousal of her tight little cunt while dainty fingers with glossy pink nails slipped over her budding clitoris. His mind was captured by the vision of the ginger girl's spite though, she had him and he and she both knew it; the young blonde lifted her legs high as he thrust at the mattress, tears now flowing as the dominant ginger girl whipped a tantalising song from the cane and his flesh, his moaning as the seed burst from his cock then rewarded with a rapid crescendo of strokes. The sneers and giggles from his youthful captors ensured his orgasm was long and his emission plentiful, the ginger girl in a spiteful rapture as he bucked and jetted his semen under her cane, she whipping each pulse of hot cream from his balls.