Cruel and Brutal Passage to Ecstasy
Copyright© 2025 by Midsummerman
Chapter 9
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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
Verity eyed the woman she now knew to be a pathetically owned male, as he knelt and watched her ascend the latrine, her lusty urge to dominate all males now fixed in her mind permanently, having been used and abused by some of their gender, captured and now resigned to a life of slavery due to them. Her mind conveniently erased Elvira’s part in the equation, as her only hope now was to impress her worth as a dominant maid, in the hope that a woman such as whom she was to be sampled by - in the teasing of her pathetic feminised husband - would purchase her and at least make her enslavement enjoyable.
Elvira, Fatima, and Madam Nina Zia who owned the feminised male, all grinned spitefully as they watched his eyes peep through the burka as he knelt in reverence, focused on the young woman as she sat her shapely backside over the latrine hole ... and rang the bell thrice.
Verity knew that Penforth, a male she’d enjoyed whipping, would recognise it was her, simply from the shape of her inviting arse cheeks which he’d thoroughly enjoyed licking ... and now he’d be treated to that task as never before. Elvira and Nina enjoyed watching her sneer at the feminised male, as did Fatima, his cock tenting the black feminine gown he was made to wear, as he watched the pert young girl arch her back, poke her petit breasts high to display excited nipples ... and ready herself to squeeze her torso as that third ring still resonated.
Down in the latrine, Penforth erected as hard as the feminised male, as his eyes took in the inviting cunt and pucker of the slip of a girl who’d thrashed him, his mouth agape in submissive awe as that third bell told him he was to eat shit for the first time. Far from being appalled by the prospect that the crude depiction had instilled in him, his cock boned rigid in a masochistic and servile wanting as he watched her beautifully ribbed pucker slowly dilate, accompanied by her sigh of pleasure above.
The feminised male longed to masturbate and shuffled on his knees, his cock more prominent than ever in its shrouded confinement, as he watched the girl whom he’d soon be worshipping, squeeze her torso in a pleasured way as she moved to vacate her bowels. Nina sneered on knowing her pathetic husband’s wanting, and stroked him with her whip, laughing softly.
“You’ll not come for her yet, you’ll see to her needs before she entertains you ... and I’ll wager the young lady’s vigour with the whip will be far greater than my aged applications.” Verity noticed his tenting too, and as she relaxed her sphincter she basked in an egotistical triumph of dominant pleasure, at being in control of the submission of two males at once, without so much as the need for a whip. If the feminised male was coming close to a submissive heaven at the hands of feminine authority, it did not compare yet, to that which Penforth’s boning erection stood in a salute to.
Penforth stropped wildly at his cock, in a frenzied and sublime aura of submission, on watching Verity’s beautiful pucker spread, the brown head of a delivery just for him appearing, and the seed beginning to rise from his balls as he grateully received the warm and soft bodied token of the girl’s dominance over him. He could hear her sneer from above as he choked and spluttered in trying to consume what she no longer required all at once, only to have half of it slop across his face, his nose taking in its wafting odours as he shot a wad of seed from his cock, the smell as sweet as any perfume as he orgasmed whilst sweeping his tongue round to claim the nourishment which lay across his cheek.
The duty maid who’d cane Penforth if he failed in his toilet tasks, had no need for that cane on this occasion. Peering through a viewing hole in the side gate, she rubbed at her aroused cunt with utter satisfaction at seeing him willingly consume Verity’s shit, the girl gratefully releasing several more hot offerings to match Penforth’s continuing spurts of seed. With her bowels now nicely emptied she obligingly spread her cheeks a little wider, and Penforth wasted no time in seeing to it that his tongue paid homage to her pucker, careful not to allow his messy face contact her flesh.
The feminised male gasped in awe through his burka, as the nubile beauty descended with grace from the latrine, and went to Nina, offering her hand. The dominant wife grinned as the pert girl looked down to the servile wretch she’d thrash later, and sneered as her ego consumed her.
“My only regret regarding what’s just happened, is that your pathetic husband’s task in licking my arsehole, won’t be as savoury as I’d have liked it to be.”. Fatima was as impressed as the others at her delightfully prim confidence, her mind going to suitable matriarchs as per Nina, who’d relish a nubile white girl to have unleash upon captured male rivals, humiliating them, as would be the fate of her husband shortly. Verity’s mind was full of whimsical and sexual thoughts too, as Nina put a leash about her dominated husband’s neck, and handed it to her.
As she led what she knew to be a western male around three times her age in absolute submission to her, she thought on the sweet irony that before she was captured by Sharner from her Seamstress tasks, she had been more of a slave than she was now. Her cunt tingled with arousal as she thought on Sharner’s well deserved fate, though she thanked him for her release from indentured poverty ... and the release of the sexual dominance she now hoped she’d now be allowed to express perpetually, as she kept the leash nice and tight.
Fatima grinned knowingly at Elvira as they watched the naked girl lead the pathetic male on to more humiliation, both publicly as he was seen led by her, and by her hand whilst Madam Nina watched with pleasure at their home.
“Nina has similar sexual tastes as per you and I, in being partial to comforts from other females ... so I suspect her mature cunt will be ripe for your girl’s tongue too, I do hope she’ll be up for it.”. Elvira smiled with a curt sexual excitement of her own, her cunt nicely ripe too, after seeing her girl perform.
“Oh, she’s no stranger to that, quite partial in fact ... I can vouch for that through personal experience with her.” Both women being highly aroused, had the appetite for more male punishment, and Fatima had just the thing.
“I have the other girls from your latest batch, involved in a task which will is also bringing their spite to the fore, up at the citadel arena ... I’m surprised the dust from their activity there, hasn’t reached us yet...” The two began their steps in its direction as Fatima continued in a delighted tone.
“My female scouts captured a member of a slaving gang, in a port town nearby. He was most cocky when accosting our female plant at a shisa house there, but his tongue wasn’t loose enough with regards to his gang’s whereabouts and schedules ... duped into going with her, he was overwhelmed by my other scouts, and has been made to be most informative since...” Elvira’s cunt oozed with sadistic anticipation, knowing her associate’s vehement spite for rival slavers ... especially the male ones whose treatment of femininity was always abominable.
“ ... having foolishly given up all that was necessary, he’s no longer of any use to me ... other than to give our girls a little exercise, in wreaking their vengeance on one of the kind responsible for their enslaved positions now...” She sighed with spiteful pleasure her cunt wet for the outcome.
“Then of course, Mia, my favoured and suitably stern servant, will see to his hanging and castration before a generously large female audience.” With her thighs now slipping with suitable lubrication, and Elvira’s gusset equally sodden with arousal, she ventured past the immediate thrill to come, onto another which grasped Elvira’s interest and sense of dark adventure.