Cruel and Brutal Passage to Ecstasy
Copyright© 2025 by Midsummerman
Chapter 3
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
Bill Sharner had the inkling that something was not quite right, receiving a request to abduct a specific girl by one of Elvira’s mature female associates who’d visited him, but after being treated to a session with the woman which culminated in his coming whilst licking her anus under strict supervision, he did as he was told. It still gave him a thrill, pursuing a targeted girl, though he preferred making the independent choice of victim, and relished the thought of a further visit by that woman at some point. He’d meet her again, and would come for her once more, but under very different circumstances.
He was waiting at the prescribed place when the girl emerged, the pretty ginger thing giving him an instant erection as he thought on how he’d use her, before turning her over to Madam Hart, that erection perking as she turned in his direction, showing the freckled face, petit nose and lips of a girl who looked so much younger than the nineteen years the woman had advised him of. Being at some distance, and amongst the clatter of horse drawn carts and the hubub of humanity, he was confident she hadn’t noticed him, as she turned and he began his pursuit. She knew he was there though, and her cunt moistened as she feigned having something in her shoe, and bent slowly to pick at it, showing eyes she knew were on her the graceful curve of her backside.
His heart raced as he followed the ginger girl, getting a little closer and almost coming close enough to take in her scent. He knew her ‘probable’ destination, more than hinted at by Elvira’s strict agent; a seedy hotel near the river, where she’d likely leave a package in a room. This amount of information had irked a certain curiosity within him, as his victims were picked at random, but he assumed this target was a girl they wanted rid of from some other operation other than Elvira’s slave trade. With his eyes cleanly on her, he hadn’t noticed the two mature women behind him, also following and ensuring that Sharner arrived with the girl.
The two women attracted a little attention from bystanders as they passed, strutting in an almost military style in their keeping face with the fleet footed ginger girl and her pursuant, both sporting long canes which seemed too thin to offer them any real support, creating many darkly erotic thoughts regarding their purpose from many who noticed them. Those thoughts were perceptive indeed, as below their flowing skirts, the cunts of the two women were nicely aroused with the thought of what was to come.
Sharner remained blissfully ignorant of their presence as the ginger girl approached the seedy hotel, and alighting the stairs, paused momentarily to ensure that her pursuer had a clear sight of her intention. His heart raced as she then went up, and he followed. He watched as she crossed the dusty foyer, and was careful to guard his face from the female receptionist, whom he saw simply smirk at him as glanced through his fingers on passing her himself. As he cleared the flight, the two women with canes entered, receiving a glowing smile from the receptionist, in acknowledgement of a previous acquaintance. Sharner watched his delicious prey enter a room, and conveniently leave the door ajar, almost beckoning his entry.
He paused for just a moment, then hearing the creak of the stairs behind him, quickly approached the room, and eased the door aside before entering its gloomy interior. When inside he was astounded to see the ginger girl across the room staring straight at him, and rather than being shocked at seeing an unknown man in her room, greeted him with a smug look of pert satisfaction. A puzzled Sharner had no time to think, before a delicate arm wielding a blackjack, made certain it had good contact with his head ... and Sharner dropped unconscious, the leather bound but weighty instrument leaving no perceivable mark on his cranium, but ensuring his immediate, if temporary, slumber.
Sharner awoke to find he’d been stripped naked, and on trying to move, found he could only wriggle upon the carpet, his wrists tied carefully with silken bands; securing him but not leaving the evidence that cord or rope would, and his ankles and knees bound likewise. As his eyes adjusted to the dank light within the room, he found himself entertained by an audience of women, the pert and smiling ginger girl, the strict woman who’d visited him, two stern looking women with canes ... and Madam Elvira Hart, whose smile was the broadest of all. By the side of the room was a drapers dolly with a long pink dress adorning it, adding curiosity to his dilemma. He tried to plead, on guessing his fate, only to find his mouth had been stuffed with silken underwear, and he’d been smartly gagged.