Cruel and Brutal Passage to Ecstasy
Copyright© 2025 by Midsummerman
Chapter 1
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Verity Chance is a wayward waif of the Victorian era, whose sexuality is awakened on her being abducted. Treated brutally by her male abductor, she soon finds that a woman is really in control of not just masculinity, but of her destiny too, and her journey to enslavement has her oblige both sexes... taking her to a heaven through submission and masochism that she could never have imagined.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Wimp Husband BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Snuff Spanking Torture Harem Interracial Anal Sex Analingus Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Revenge
Verity Chance had always been wayward, though innocent of any sexual deviance till the chance encounter which would change her life forever, and take her from the dowdy Victorian city in which she existed, rather than lived. Taken in from an orphanage who had granted her the surname ‘Chance’ due to her forward attitude, she was then taken in by a stern woman who ran a drapers and outfitters shop, where she was indentured into becoming a seamstress - a dull and unexciting profession so at odds with her sprightly nature.
Shapely and blonde, the young girl caught the eye of many a male in attendance at the shop front, on those occasions when she ascended from the dismal cellar workshop, abundant with young girls such as she, paid a pittance of which most went toward their lodgings in the rooms above the shop.
Bill Sharner had no reason to visit the premises, other than to view the prospective feminine merchandise in which he was what might be described as a broker. Staying out of sight of the old virago who ran the premises, he had eagerly peered though a hole in the cracked glass cobbling in a dead end side alley to the shop, down into into its basement to view the shapely young forms working below, its seclusion allowing him to play with his erect cock. His method was always the same, wait for the desired girl to be sent on an errand, then casually charm the girl into a convenient meeting elsewhere, with promises of the opportunity of a life elsewhere. The wizened female proprietor of the business had seen many girls disappear in her time there, but it was of little consequence or of any importance to the stern hag, girls were easy to come by, and all were far from happy at her establishment, the use of her cane giving her a dark thrill in keeping those that stayed in order.
Sharner’s cock stood high in his hand as he viewed the angelic Verity, her slender body with its petit breasts complementing her almost childish but exquisitely pretty face, her feminine shape so appealing even in the taut Victorian smock she wore. Unseen by anyone as he crouched on his knees in the dark and enclosed side alley, he grunted in pure ecstasy as he sent his seed to the cobbles in imagining the girls legs and nether regions, having him determined to have her at any cost, and bided his time.
The sweet but often cheeky Verity spent her time dreaming of the freedom she yearned whilst put to work with the plentiful materials, the finer items, such as the silks and satins having her cunt tingle as she fantasised about lying naked upon the bed of such material whilst being entertained by a wealthy male, the prick of the needle to her often pricked, delicate little fingers, bringing her back to reality. With the thought of that bed of silk still in her mind, the old virago that was the proprietor summoned her.
“You’ll take this list to Darrow’s on Brent Street ... buttons and fasteners we require...” Her wrinkled eyes looked at the pretty girl with a certain contempt - the fat and dowdy girl she’d normally send along with her, as had gone with her once before, was ill, and all the other girls were more proficient seamstresses than Verity, so couldn’t be spared.
“You’ll be prompt in getting there, and just as prompt in getting back.” The old woman knew there were risks in sending out such a pretty girl alone under any circumstances, and this one’s cheeky spirit and wayward history made it even riskier ... but, the mature hag resolved, what could happen at near midday, even in this seedy district? ... and the girl was hardly likely to abscond when all her worldly belongings, as meagre as they were, remained in the garret upstairs. Verity gasped, then after pouting her sweet little lips, squeaked out her excitement at this adventure.
“Oh yes mam, yes ... I’ll be prompt!” The woman passed her the list, and patted the girls pert backside as she left, unable to help marvelling, with some jealousy at her deliciously petit and shapely figure. As she strutted away from the shop, chin high in a cocky stance of self importance, that figure did not escape the eyes of Sharner, whose cock erected hard with the sexual excitement of the hunt being on.
Sharner was careful to go unnoticed by anyone, especially Verity, following her at a safe distance whilst preparing his move on her. He couldn’t believe his luck when the route she took had her pass the yard in which his handcart resided, its pile of sacks upon it, some containing sand and gravel which he filched from construction sites and sold to builder’s merchants, alongside as pile of used and conveniently large sacks free of content. His cock pulsed lubrication at the thought that he’d need little of his usual charm to capture this pretty little angel.
The eyes of many a male couldn’t help but survey her lustfully as she stepped her pert figure through the more populous streets on her route, those eyes receiving a curt reprimand from those with female partners on those occasions where a leering look was noted by them. None were as fixed as Sharner’s though, and after parading her desirous figure before him for about fifteen minutes she skipped up the steps of Darrow’s, and Sharner awaited her reappearance. He sighed with a wanton lust as she emerged, her angelic form having him wanting to grab her there and then. His cock pulsing with the need to see her naked and bound.
Rather than follow her on the route back, he crossed the street and remained ahead of her, occasionally taking a furtive glance back to ensure she was returning via the same route. On reaching the yard where his handcart resided, some ten minutes walk away from her intended destination and in a conveniently deserted side route, Sharner lurked in the entrance and awaited his pert prey. Verity’s pace had slowed somewhat, she’d said she’d be prompt, but her reluctance to return too quickly blended with her thoughts on being pampered by a suitor on a silken bed, her cunt tingling at the thought ... then a portly male stepped out from the entrance she was about to pass, and smiled at her warmly.
“Could you help me with something Miss?” Verity paused and hesitated a little, but the man seemed so kindly and guided her into the gate, adding a little further coercion.
“It really would be appreciated you know.” He ushered her in, and casually swung the gate to, without her noticing.
“ ... it’s my little dog, he’s only a pup ... I’m think he went under that barrow there.” Verity was mystified as to why he couldn’t find the pup by himself, but stooped to look beneath the handcart. Sharner was on her in a flash, the first she knew was his gnarled hands grabbing at her, one at the waist, the other at her mouth as he pressed her slender body against the side of the handcart, a crude cloth gag pressed to her mouth, and with his weight against her, he grinned as he succeeded in stopping her scream for help. His cock stood high and rigid as he squeezed his loins against her nubile body while he wrested cords from the handcart and made her secure whilst she wriggled in fear, he enjoying every moment of her terror.
“Don’t you struggle so, I don’t want to damage your pretty body ... that would reduce your value.” She tried to scream through the gag, but could only give out a muffled whimper, being so frozen with fear as he lifted her with ease and had her lay over the sacks while he bound her wrists. With her legs dangling she tried to kick out through her long dress as Sharner prepared to bind her ankles, the grinning male rewarding her efforts by giving her pert backside a generous slap, having the girl whimper all the more, and have his cock pulse pre-cum with carnal excitement at the feel of her flesh through the material. She squirmed all the more, tears now flowing and exciting Sharner further as he first put a sack over her head and tied it at the knees, then lifting her legs, slipped another large sacks over them and tied it at her upper arms. Verity Chance’s life as a sex slave had now begun.
Bill Sharner laughed audibly about the improbabilities of what he’d so easily achieved, as Verity’s squirming in the sacks was arrested by his laying her in the middle of the handcart and squeezing sacks of sand either side of her, before covering her with numerous empty sacks so’s any remaining movement would not be detected. Beneath the coarse material, Verity’s tears and the feeling of shock as she squirmed in bondage, were tempered by a curious tingling at her cunt as she pondered her fate. She’d been harassed and bullied before in various situations, but the seriousness of this situation scared her ... but also offered her a strange thrill in her believing that this was some retribution for her lust for that silken bed.
Sharner’s progress through the streets, back to the terraced house he owned was rapid indeed, Verity feeling every bump through the stiff boarding, till at last he entered the rear courtyard, and pushed the cart under the secluded cover of a lean-to, hiding his view from prying eyes in the dank surrounding buildings, not that any residents there would call the authorities ... each likely having some vice or crime of their own to conceal. His cock stood high as he lifted the wriggling Verity and fondled her pert backside through the sacking, eager to dominate her with the cane. He knew he’d hang for his crimes one day ... but could never have guessed just how.