Cruel and Brutal Passage to Ecstasy
Copyright© 2025 by Midsummerman
Chapter 8
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
Penforth had been equally cheating and misogynistic and would not escape punishment or humiliation, and he knew it. His cock pulsed to a lusting rigidity in its tiny arc of imprisonment as Elvira approached him with a wicked smile, Cripps having now learned of his purpose within the slave group as they ventured to various markets ... he was to know eternal humiliation in providing entertainment by sucking cocks wherever they ventured, and many a dominant and bisexual trader would welcome his assistance in a public orgasm which would demonstrate that dominance ... and the depth of Cripps’ submission. Elvira grinned as she took his leash, and led him to the latrines which adjoined the slaves quarters at Fatima’s palatial residence. Her cunt oozed with dominant excitement as she led him to an ornate trough which Fatima had shown her before, designed for a very special punishment.
“Doesn’t this structure look marvellous? ... and doesn’t the aroma in here ready you for your duties to come?” The gagged Penforth sniffed at the fetid air within the latrine, its outer walls baked by the sun, ensuring the hum of recently discharged piss and shit remained permanently ... along with the distinct aroma of femininity His gasped through the gag with a strangely masochistic curiousity as he view the stepped trough before him, the holes on which bare arses would sit to shit and piss were up around five feet from the ground, after those in need had ascended the whitewashed stepping. Elvira sneered with pleasure as she watched his eyes go from the porcelain lined orifices atop the structure, to what was above; cords hanging from the wall behind each ring, attached to a bell, no doubt to summon a service needed, those eyes then noting a small gate at the end of the structure ... just big enough for a male to crawl through.
Elvira grinned with curt pleasure on feeling him quiver on the leash at quessing his fate. Fatima had confined many a rival trader within the well thought out structure, whilst preparations were made for their hanging. Prior to knowing the noose the darkly erotic woman would see to it that they were whipped and beaten until any spirit was broken, then treated to the delights of the latrine, prior to knowing the noose. Elvira had been treated to the services of one of those traders, on being invited by Fatima to his hanging ... and would now have plenty of opportunity to enjoy the treat again, but before Penforth was to commence his duties, she’d allow him a special treat whilst the necessary tasks were dictated to him. The gagged and beaten male snorted in disbelief as she bent and unlocked his cock cage, her moist cunt tingling as she watched his released cock unfurl and stand to attention in honour of her dominance.
She sighed with wanton pleasure, her cunt wetting with arousal as she savoured the defeat of a once arrogant male, who now cowered at her feet on a leash, and would be told of what use he’d be put to. She sighed again as she eased her skirts up to reveal her spiked boots.
“You’ll masturbate at my feet, while I relay the tasks you’ll be put to ... you’ll shoot all over my boots, and then you’ll lick them clean, as licking is going to become your forte.”. She grinned as she rubbed her cunt with one hand, keeping his leash taut with the other.
“Get to it! Masturbate!” Penforth wasted no time and began a luxuriant strop of his cock as she sneered down at him.
“This is going to be your home when we’re not venturing out to markets elsewhere, you’ll be locked inside by that gate and will be at the beck and call of every girl and woman whilst in there...”. His stropping became more furious on hearing he’d live within the imposing structure, the seed already rising from his balls as she related more with a taunting tone.
“ ... when you hear the bell, you’ll attend the backside above it ... you’ll watch it shit or piss ... then you will lick it clean of every essence of dirt or pee...” She laughed as he began to hump on his knees, the seed ready to burst out upon her boots as he thought on the humiliating pleasures he faced, and she then ensured he’d shoot his tribute to her boots more than adequately.
“ ... of course, many a girl or woman will require you lick till they come, but this will not be your key duty ... that will be to ensure cunt and anus are thoroughly cleaned.” She sneered with contempt as he began to buck wildly on the delivery of his seed being imminent.
“A duty maid will inspect the girls as they leave ... and if one single blemish remains, you will be taken out of your home and whipped.before the entire female staff!” Penforth moaned through the gag in a lush ecstasy, Elvira sighing contentedly as she watched the formerly arrogant male shoot wad after wad of creamy semen to her black leather boots, the milky white seed dribbling provocatively down the contours of her heels and toes. Her sense of dominant justice at the successful reduction of this once proud and conceited male peaked, on shooting his mess longingly at her boots, having been told of his immediate fate ... the thought in his mind that the previous occupants of this wicked construction had then enjoyed the rope, intensifying his orgasm no end. When his lusting spurts finally came to end, Elvira’s pompous dominance peaked too. She deftly bent, showing the lush curves of her figure, and removed his gag.
“Lick my boots clean! ... now!” Her clitoris poked hard from beneath its silkily lubricated hood, as she felt the enthusiastic vigour of his tongue through the leather of her boots, his willingness to devote himself to the task confirming his defeat to her and womanhood, as his newly freed tongue sought out every globule of his submissive tribute to her. She sighed with dominant pleasure as she watched him below her lifted skirts, now immersed in his servility to her, that tongue poking, lapping, and sliding across every contour of the leather, his spent cock rising to another erection in longing to know the task set out for him. Elvira grinned as two startled girls entered the latrine, stopped in their tracks by the sight of their Mistress’s boots being lathered. Elvira grinned, noting one girl had a hand at her shaven cunt, and stood awkwardly, the other, a more plumper example of the new set of slaves, stood with buttocks firmly clenched.
“Wait there girls ... just a few moments.” She sneered wickedly as Penforth was shown to the gate at the high latrine’s entrance, his cock rising high on nothing a small service hatch within the gate as Elvira hung his gag upon a hook next to it.
“You’ll wear this again when you’re brought out for the inevitable canings you’ll earn...” She sneered with satisfaction as his cock perked high at the notion, her taunt continuing as she unlocked the small gate.
“ ... but I get wind that you’re earning canings purposely, you’ll go straight to the gallows!” His cock now poked rigid once more, his mind racing at the thought of being free to masturbate as a chuckling Elvira locked the gate behind him. His eyes soon became accustomed to the darkness, illuminated by six circular holes above him to the front. A mattress lay in an alcove set to the back, where he’d sleep, and the dull sound of deep flowing water teased his ears; a deep gully below the six holes would ensure that excrement and urine did not accumulate, though he noted there were several brushes close to where the gully water commenced, confirming that excrement would sometimes need clearing.
His cock pulsed pre-cum on seeing a crude depiction on the end wall, the picture, and the legend below it, making things quite clear; on one side a drawing of a male waiting by the trough, plank under arm whilst the arse above jettisoned its offer to the gully, prior to service, an arrow pointed down to one of two planks leaning against the wall - which could be placed across the gully to allow access to the cunt and anus above - the other picture the wording below it in several languages had his anus tingling with the promise of a new depth of humiliation. The picture was of the male directly below the hole, the second plank pointed to below the picture, across the gully ... the figure with mouth agape as the cunt and anus anus above made their deposits. The legend reading:
‘When the bell rings thrice, you will perform a full duty.’ Penforth gasped, wondering what shit would taste like, just the humiliation involved, giving him a divine sense of utter defeat and burning masochism. Outside Elvira addressed the two nubile young females, who were both in need, pointing them through the tall structure, rather than the basic latrines on the other side.
“You’ll use these tall ones from now on girls ... you’ll find the experience most satisfying.” The girls grinned, having seen the whipped and beaten Penforth incarcerated within it, and guessing his fate. The plump girl grinned at the other.
“You first, your need is greater than mine!” Elvira admired the plump girls nipples, standing firm with excitement, whilst aso admiring the nubile form of the other young lady as she ascended the steps to the circular holes at its top, and eased her pretty backside over the hole at the end. Elvira sighed with contentment on seeing the excitement in the girls eyes, her cunt ready to unleash its hot stream.