Cruel and Brutal Passage to Ecstasy
Copyright© 2025 by Midsummerman
Chapter 6
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
Froscombe’s cock rose high again to the sarcastic and taunting times of Elvira’s laughter, on his being allowed to lick Verity’s cunt clean on her having reached a wholesome orgasm, courtesy of her mistress. His cock pulsed rigid to that humiliating laughter, as a bemused Verity teased his arse with a stiff whip handed to her by Elvira, her instructions from the older woman, to show her authority over the male. Froscombe well and truly knew his place as the sting of the whip applied with a certain reluctance by Verity, was serenaded by the darkly sadistic Elvira’s voice, the goal of eliminating him and taking full control of business, in the back of her mind as she taunted.
“That’s it Verity my girl, show him how ANY female can dominate him, show him your darker side!” Her cunt flowered in the most peculiar way, as his tongue increased it’s rapidity at her clitoris on hearing the dominant woman’s taunt, her legs rising high as she continued to find his flesh with her whip, a sordid pleasure now gripping her as she felt it impact on the flesh of his buttocks. Elvira watched with satisfaction as the meek girl now plied her whip with an unmistakable pleasure, and sighed to an acute orgasm, courtesy of an obedient tongue spurred on by its application. She watched with spiteful eyes as Froscombe began to hump the sheets wildly in a submissive lust to spend his seed to the sheets in defeat, but Elvira wanted him to come elsewhere in total defeat, and pulled him up by the leash in a display of her dominance.
“Oh no you don’t Froscombe! ... we’ll see your seed given up in a very special way!” His cock pulsed and boned, lusting to come, but teased by the submissive pleasure in denial by a woman in full control of him, his thoughts going to just what was to be special as her course laughter confirmed her pleasure of control as she watched his cock perked and pulse in the need to spurt.
The warmth of the morning sun now beat down on the girl’s flesh as they were paraded with land in sight, morning chosen so as to save their milky white flesh from tanning, thus decreasing their value in the eyes of the naturally tanned suitors who’d purchase them. The blonde girl now skipped along in obedience too, though permanently gagged when paraded, as punishment. Her gleaming white and pert buttocks showed the stripes and faint bruising that all the girls displayed, though hers were now richly received as was the gag, a lust for masochism having been brought out of her, courtesy of nightly sessions with the skipper, the older woman’s cunt and its taste as ripe as ever, after spankings and canings duly applied in payment for that erotic pleasure. Her eyes, along with Verity’s and those of the other girls now went to that scorched land that the vessel approached, in an equally masochistic thrill of what was to become of them.
Froscombe’s eyes, and his mind, went there too, as the vessel slipped into a dusty quayside, lined with robed women but very few males, one woman in particular standing high on a crate where the vessel would obviously berth ... two hooded males crouching low with heads down either side of it, the smiles of other women towards them, making it patently obvious that she was a dominant, those curt smiles of femininity thoroughly enjoying their open humiliation. Even the few palms which dotted the less urban spaces along the quayside seemed to wave their leafy heads in recognition of her. Standing tall in her silvery gold and tightly fitting robes, a curt smile emanating from her hooded headscarf, males in obedience to her at her feet in a land where masculinity was normally in authority, Madam Fatima Karim the slave mistress, excited all who saw her ... male and female.
Elvira’s spontaneous and cackling laughter, in an excitement of her own, had a rippling effect amongst Verity and the other five girls, their white flesh exposed to the hot sun as the vessel closed in to berthing, their cunts wet with masochistic arousal in knowing they’d not be returning on its hot decking bleached by the sun. That laughter also had Froscombe’s cock pulse erect, as his nakedness was studied with humiliating derision by the women on the quayside, that derision telling him they were aware of something ominous yet exciting, rather than just his position of obvious submission to the grand white woman who held him leashed. As the vessel bumped softly and was tied fast, Elvira sighed with pleasure at seeing an old friend and associate in the disposal of her wares, turning to the girls and glancing down at Froscombe.
“Behold Madam Fatima Karim, the mediating purchaser who’ll see that you girls get the final purchaser that your lowly status deserves.” The girls all quivered with a curious arousal as the tanned woman’s eyes greeted them with a pleasured smile from beneath her headscarf, the silvery gold material shimmering and emphasising her deliciously feminine shape as she gestured to them.
“You are most welcome in becoming mine, young ladies ... and of course you’ll each be sampled by myself and my associates in discovering your qualities.” As Elvira stepped ashore, Froscombe tugged behind her on his leash, Fatima clapped her hands and looked down to the two wretches crouching in her dominant shadow.
“Kiss the feet of the woman who ensured you now enjoy a life of submission under me!” Verity and the girls gasped with wonderment, and Froscombe gasped equally, his cock boning, as four attendant maids, each clad head to toe in an encasement of tight black silk, lifted the hoods at one end, and the gowns at their rears, to expose the males to a roar of pleasure in their humiliation from the feminine crowd, Froscombe’s cock pulsing pre-cum in seeing that the two were white males, their bodies shaved of all hair, the rears displaying both were generously butt-plugged, their cocks held to a diminutive stature by cruel looking cock cages, their masculinity kept in a tiny arc of shining metal. With the heads now exposed, the women laughed and taunted as the completely head shaven males did their best to kiss Elvira’s feet, though cruelly ball-gagged. Elvira laughed in triumph, and had Froscombe’s cock pulse more pre-cum.
“Ah! ... Cripps and Penforth I believe ... two males who thought they’d lord it over me, and all women in the slaving business...” She lifted her skirts a little and ensured their nodding motions showed a thoroughly enthusiastic tribute to her feet.
“ ... both now slaves and taught the pleasures of submission to womanhood, and no doubt only allowed to come when feminine whim allows it!” Froscombe stared in disbelief at two males he’d known to be womanisers, and cocksure when in command of females, now reduced to humiliating enslavement to a woman in a foreign land, he longed to spend as he watched them dribble threads of pre-cum from those tiny silver arcs, that humiliation of being shown for what they truly were, divine and exquisitely erotic as they were made to grovel in tribute to the woman who’d seen to a demise which was now so erotically thrilling for them. Elvira now sneered down at the leashed and beaten Froscombe, and had him know that his days in the slavery business were also over ... though he could never guess his fate.
“Oh yes ... this business is to be a wholly feminine concern from now on ... every male eliminated from it, as surplus to requirements.” Her sneering grew to a sinister grin as she tugged his leash hard then looked to the shimmering figure of dominance controlling the two former slavers.
“Is it ready, Fatima?” Froscombe saw the eyes of the hijab wearing dominant, illuminate to match a wicked smile which she directed at him, having his cock pulse rigid at guessing something ominous awaited him.
“Oh yes indeed, Elvira my friend ... it’s ready and attended by a massed feminine audience, excited at the prospect.” As the naked train of girls were led from vessel with the crack of a whip which had his cock perk at its sound, Froscombe cowered on noting the girls attracted very little interest from the hordes of women, whose grinning and leering eyes were all on him as Elvira tugged him along on all fours, behind a strutting Fatima ... Cripps and Penforth walked on all fours either side of her, smiling maids in attendance of them, stiff whips ensuring their obedience.
Froscombe could see that in a region where rigid masculine rule normally applied, there was no place for it here, femininity was in absolute control, and that authority along with the wafting scents of excited womanhood kept his cock erect as he was led along a dusty track into the town. Low down as he was, and surrounded by warbling women in black, he couldn’t see what was directly ahead of him. but glances either side of him gave him glimpses of white buildings ... and then women seated high in a crude arena, the intensity of their applause as he was led there, having his balls and anus tingle wildly. With a crowd of women still before them, Fatima turned to one side, and Cripps and Penforth made themselves prostrate at her feet as she smiled wickedly at the crawling Froscombe, then grinned at Elvira who nodded her head enthusiastically.
“It’s time to complete the feminine accession to the business, without exception Froscombe.” Her cunt tingled lushly as she pulled his leash tight, having him near choke on the collar while the women before him backed aside with leering smiles to let him view what was forward. Froscombe gasped through the tight collar, his anus tingling with an equally lusty fear, but his cock high and pulsing pre-cum ... on seeing a tall and austere gallows ahead, a woman completely shrouded from head to foot in a cloak of black silk, with her hand on the slipknot, and beckoning him forward to the delight of the feminine crowd. Fatima sneered with a rare and lush excitement as she studied his face, whilst an equally excited Elvira savoured it to as she confirmed his fate with a supremely dominant pleasure.