Chapter 8: Afterward

Back in the dungeon...

The crimson-haired dominatrix knelt before her chiseled lover, admiring his rigid member. She grasped it again and turned to her sobbing husband, tsking at his tearful behavior. “Such a pathetic piece of shit,” she sneered. “You have much to learn before you can hope to please me.” She took her bull’s cock into her mouth again, sucking him with expert ease as she took in his entire length, stretching her throat and moaning delightfully. She bobbed her head onto him vigorously, and he placed his hands on her head to accompany her by pumping his hips. After another moment, she released him and gasped for air, returning her smug gaze to her pet-in-training. “That is how you suck a dick!”

She rose and grabbed him by the hair, lifting his face to gaze fearfully into her cold eyes. “Now we will try again.”

He tried to shake his head and protest but received a sharp backhand. He closed his eyes tightly and wept as she dropped his head to smack into the solid beam. His body trembled violently against his restraints as he sobbed. But there was no mercy in the Punishment Suite. Over his muffled cries, he heard her tell her lover, “Rape his throat for real this time.”

Beyond the glass, they were unaware of the robed figure lowering the Mistress to the floor. He wasn’t ungentle as he straightened her body before securely trussing her up. She was a collateral player in this circumstance, and he held no animosity toward her. After tying her up, he fitted her with a shiny new ball gag from the gift shop above. His task complete—he stood up and continued watching the other room—waiting for his cue.

The scene of the red-haired dominatrix and her Adonis-caliber bull—fucking on the large bed was an Oscar-worthy performance. They positioned themselves laterally to the cuck, giving him an unobstructed view as they rotated through positions. They began with Siobhán on her hands and knees while he impaled her throat with a tight grip on her head. In missionary, she howled like an alley cat, locking her stilettoed feet around his hips as he pounded her mercilessly. They rolled, never breaking apart, until she rode him like a mechanical bull, her body arching and swaying erotically with his shaft buried inside her. She kept glancing at her mate with a coy, triumphant smile. Finally, they finished with her back on her knees, her ass high, and her face crushed into the mattress while he smashed her from behind. His thrusts were so violent she could only pant and cry out in stunted grunts cut off with every impact. When Damien came, he roared and arched his back, holding her tightly while he filled her with convulsive spasms. She added her cries to his as she hung helplessly in his hands.

After a moment, they parted, and the euphoric woman scrambled from the bed, bouncing delightedly to her pet’s face. “Oh, fuck me dead! That was the best pounding I’ve had in months!” she exclaimed, grabbing her husband’s head and lifting his face to see her swollen and inflamed vagina. “Look what he did to me, darling!” she added whimsically. “My pussy is wrecked!” Then she straddled the horse’s edge, pressing her hot crotch into his face. “Get ready, baby,” she advised. “I’m about to release a flood of cum.”

She held the bound cuck’s face as she worked her pelvic floor muscles. A thick, pearly gob of cream poured from inside her. It ran over his face, and at the last moment, she pulled back the ball gag, allowing it to fill his sputtering mouth and nose. “Oh, fuck yes!” she breathed as she rubbed against him. “You are eating the seed of your betters!” Her laugh was hysterical as she watched him struggle to spit it out and not suck it into his lungs. He cried out and gasped beneath her, and her expression seemed insane with delight at his feeble resistance.

After squeezing out as much sperm as possible, she patted the cuck’s head affectionately and stepped back to admire his cum-covered face. The ball gag looked dipped in frosting. She pointed to a tiny blinking red light above the bed. “Smile for the camera, darling!” she said. “I may have to frame that one.”

“It’s so sad that the night is ending,” she lamented as she retrieved her strap-on. “This has been such a wonderful experience.” She held the rubbed phallus in front of his face, waving it before pressing the tip into the pooled jism around his chin. “But we always save the best for last.” She moved back and slipped her long legs into the device’s straps, holding Damien’s shoulder to balance as she pulled it up and adjusted it so the thick black dick stood out from her lower belly. She applied lube and began stroking it suggestively as she thrust it provocatively into his face. “Are you ready, baby?”

When she removed the plug from his rectum, his pitiful whimper seemed tired and defeated. A loud burst of flatulence followed, filling the room with noxious gas that the experienced Dom ignored. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart,” she cooed as she gripped his ass cheek and ran her thumb around the stretched rim of his sphincter. “It happens to everyone. After a couple of sessions, your farts will be whispers.” Above his helpless prone body, the mistress silently communicated with her bull, who stepped in front of the man, stroking his rigid cock. Then with no warning, she pressed the slippery tip of her rubber penis into his asshole and shoved the entire dildo inside him with one thrust. Damien removed the ball gag as soon as he opened his mouth to scream in agony, cutting off his anguished cry with his cock. He grabbed the Sub’s hooded head with both hands and gripped him firmly as they violated him cruelly from both ends.

It was eerily quiet for the few agonizing minutes that followed. Siobhán maintained a maniacal expression as she sodomized her husband. Then, after several minutes, the excitement seemed to wear off, and she pulled out of him with a satisfied sigh.

Damien face-fucked the man for another minute. He pushed his hard cock past his pharynx, completely obstructing his airway, causing violent spasms as he gagged. When he finally relented and stepped back, the room was filled with gasping, wracking sobs as the cuck coughed and spit up saliva and bile. His tears soaked his cum-soaked hood as he struggled to breathe. When he recovered enough, he wailed, begging and pleading incoherently.

Siobhan stepped forward to watch him sob. Her expression showed no pity as she grabbed his head and twisted her hips to smack him across the face with the fake penis. His eyes were glazed from the barrage of abuse. Part of her was angry he was avoiding her efforts. She slapped him harder and felt satisfaction that he flinched. His mouth hung open, and mucus pooled around it with traces of blood. She contemptuously pressed the tip of her rubber cock past his teeth, gripping it with her hand as he coughed and sputtered while she manipulated it over his tongue and cheeks. She continued playing with it for a minute before detaching it from the plate over her crotch and leaving it hanging from his mouth.

“You’re not playing possum with me, are you, Martin?” she asked as she stepped back to the foot of the horse, letting her lacquered nails scratch red lines down his back. She felt him twitch and quiver from her touch. “We can’t have you fainting before you appreciate the punishment ahead.” As she spoke, Damien retrieved a small capsule from the instrument wall and returned to the cuck’s head. With a nod from the mistress, he broke the ampule and waved it in front of the helpless man’s face; his response was immediate and extreme.