Cruel and Brutal Passage to Ecstasy
Copyright© 2025 by Midsummerman
Chapter 4
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
No sooner had Verity swallowed the cum that the foreign gentleman took great pleasure in having his bulbous cock deliver when sucked by her, than she found herself being gagged by Elvira with a once smooth wooden softwood ball as soon as he left, it’s contours dented with the bite marks of many an enslaved girl, her cunt tingling with a lush sexual masochism as the dominant woman strapped it smartly.
“Time to begin your journey to meet the others, my girl ... you’ve earned me a pretty penny.” On having her wrists bound with a silken strap behind her, her naked body was then cloaked with a silken shroud, then the smiling woman took further pleasure in seeing the girl’s pretty head bagged with a lacy hood, which allowed her eyes some limited vision through the thin material ... just enough to tantalise her with the promise of anyone or anything close to her. Her freshly shaven cunt tingled all the more, on the wicked Elvira showing her a strangely curved object, a length of smooth and finely carved hardwood, a ball at either end of its acute curve. The grinning woman sighed with a spiteful pleasure as she described its qualities.
“You’ll not go without pleasures on your journey, and this will keep you keen for the enterprise.” Verity came close to an orgasm immediately, as the ball at one end was pressed into the depths of her cunt, and laughing cynically, Elvira pressed the other home, into the soft cavity of her anus, the pucker spreading beautifully before swallowing the polished orb, the length of the bridging arm, slightly too long for such a petit girl, and ensuring the orb at the fore pressed tight to award her clitoris a lusty stimulation. Elvira laughed again, as Verity squirmed and moaned through the gag at an excitement she was powerless to avoid.
“There! ... it’s a little tight for you isn’t it! ... I shall expect both ends to be nicely polished by the time it’s removed.” The beleaguered but now excited girl, groaned with a masochistic lust and wonderment at her fate, as the two orbs stimulated her slightest movement, her ears then detecting a deeper moan across the room, which was greeted by cynical laughter from Elvira. She strutted across to the huge bed near which Verity lay bound and readied for deliverance to slavery, and pulled back the covers to reveal a naked Froscombe, his buttocks freshly striped with the marks of Elvira’s cane.
“Froscombe here, is to accompany us abroad too ... I know he’s so looking forward to seeing certain friends of mine there too...” Her grin was wicked enough as she picked up the cane she’d used on his flesh and stroked his naked body in a gentler fashion, but her thoughts were darkly erotic and sadistic. She’d erased Sharner from her worries, in the most lusty and rewarding way, and her cunt was hot for the disposal of Froscombe in a way which would eclipse the pleasures she’d experienced when silencing that oaf.
“Dress Froscombe, the ladies who’ll accompany us will be here soon...” She looked to the squirming Verity, already close to a deeply masochistic orgasm as the double ended device teased her cunt and anus, Elvira’s eyes then going to the petit coffin standing at the end wall, its ornate fretwork disguising vents which allowed the ‘corpse’ inside it to breath freely ... though that was the only freedom the slave inside would know.
“I hope you enjoyed your former life my sweet, you’ll soon be joining the others in a new existence...” She stroked her cunt as a familiar rap on the door announced the arrival of her feminine associates who’d enjoyed Sharner’s demise, her faith in them, stronger than it ever could be with any male. Froscombe hurriedly adjusted his quickly donned clothing, receiving extra looks of contempt, so much more evident, from the women as they entered. Those looks giving him a sense that they knew something was going to be special for him on this trip.
Froscombe’s thoughts on those looks soon dissipated, his cock boning as he watched the four women lay the coffin out, their faces full of a sordid glee as they lifted the petit and bound girl, laying her squirming body into its padded interior. Verity sniffed at their scents, as she was rendered, helpless to resist, into the teasing comfort of the coffin, her eyes just managing to make out the curt smile of a ginger girl through her veil, no older than her, as she lifted the lid.
“Sweet dreams girly ... I can’t wait to see you shackled in line with the others.” Elvira grinned at the pert cheekiness of a girl she’d taken with a strap-on many times, a submissive streak within her which matched that of Verity’s. Her cunt swelled at seeding her cloaked jealousy at the bound girl’s plight.
“Just you be careful with that lid, Sadie my girl ... or we’ll see you to a coffin too.”. She grinned at the ginger girl’s spiteful smile, before turning her glance towards Froscombe, her thoughts very much on coffins as she took in his engrossed glance at the domineering women, who excited him so.
“ ... and Froscombe is coming with us too, on what’s going to be a very special trip.” Her sneering laughter which followed had his cock bone, he had no idea just how special, but the sordid glances of she and her feminine associates towards him, excited him more in guessing they knew more than he did.
Elvira Hart’s promise to Verity had been very true indeed; now resigned to a life of enslavement, she found the bondage deliciously erotic, her mind running riot as she squirmed to yet another orgasm courtesy of the double headed dildo, wondering just what fate awaited her. To add to the tactile feel of her bonds and the restrictions awarded by the transport coffin, the ginger girl had added to Verity’s masking by adorning her with her used and heatedly worn underwear, the gesture confirming the spiteful ginger bitch was also bi-sexual, the lusty whiffs of her arousal from the gusset, having Verity guess at another fate in store for her, as the rich scents of her cunt intensified her orgasm.
The rocking and bumping of her orgasm induced journey soon gave way to a gentle undulating sway, and her semi-obstructed view through the coffin’s otherwise concealed perforations in the ornate design, revealed her arrival to a sea-going yacht. Madam Elvira Hart and the accompanying women, dressed in black silks and circling an officious looking but slightly perplexed, uniformed gentleman, obviously a port authority. His perplexion was due to the flirtatious looks he received from the women, no doubt awarding him and erection as a smiling Elvira passed some pound notes to him, something she’d obviously done before.