Cruel and Brutal Passage to Ecstasy
Copyright© 2025 by Midsummerman
Chapter 2
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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
Elvira Hart’s contempt for Froscombe increased, on having seen his eyes surveying the nubile girl’s flesh with a leering fixation, as she was bound, gagged, and made entirely helpless. The girl’s look of fear at learning that she was to be sold as a sex slave had thrilled Froscombe, a male who was openly submissive to Elvira’s dominance, increasing that contempt for him, though the girl’s look of excited hopelessness had thrilled her too ... the capture and realisation of a new purchase always did.
Verity’s cunt oozed with a strange pleasure at the fearful yet somehow thrilling predicament she was now in, the feel of bondage and what she’d been told lay ahead for her, had that nubile cunt moisten incurably, and had her tight little anus tingle with that dark fear as the sacking was whisked from her head and pert breasts, allowing her a view of her new captors. Her cunt tingled all the more as the confirmation of just who was in charge was brought home to her.
Verity couldn’t believe her eyes, as a naked and erect Froscombe scampered back to the feet of Madam Hart, having removed the sack at her bidding, to allow the new slave to view that confirmation of supremacy with her own eyes. She witnessed a cynical sneer spread across the shapely woman’s face as Froscombe cowered at her feet like a dog, the sight exciting the girl further, at seeing something she found almost incomprehensible in a world of almost absolute masculine control over femininity, the reversal of that order so apparent as the sneering Elvira draped a whip she carried over the quivering flesh of the cowering Froscombe. She sighed with a pleasured tone as she looked down at him, then to her, with an air of smugness.
“See just who is in control in this house, girl...” She flicked her whip, making Froscombe flinch, then sneered down at him.
“Who is in control Froscombe!...” Verity gasped through her gag, her cunt wetter than ever as Froscombe looked up to the mature woman, his erect cock perking and pulsing at being belittled before a girl.
“You ... you are in control ... my Mistress.” A smug grin covered her face at the required response, as she flicked her whip at his flesh, and looked to Verity.
“Good boy ... you may now show the girl what she can expect regularly in her life from now on.” Verity’s cunt tingled at seeing the dominated male’s face change from a look of beaten obedience, to one in which he expressed a menacing smile ... his cock standing high and rigid as he approached her. With her wrists and ankles bound, she was unable to offer any resistance, Froscombe easily manipulating her slender and nubile body in lifting her to her knees, shoulders down, arse high and cunt and anus exposed. Her cunt buzzed as she felt him stroke his cock up and down her cleft, Elvira laughing wickedly, but equally full of contempt at her pet’s animal actions. Verity gasped through the gag as he pressed the firm bell of his cock, not to her cunt, but to her tight and inviting anus.
She all but squealed through the gag as Froscombe pressed his rigid cock home into the tight warmth of her anus, grunting himself with erotic pleasure as he thrust, and rubbing the soft lips of her cunt with his rough fingers as he punished her anus. Her mind was distorted with the feeling of pain and a curiously masochistic pleasure as her anus was stretched wide, and her cunt stimulated. She whined through the gag and tested her bonds as she was thoroughly rogered by Froscombe, the feeling of helplessness aiding the sexually pleasurable part of the ordeal, in the innocent girl being unable to do anything to prevent it ... she now longing for what might become of her as her arousal increased.
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