Twisted Tale
Copyright© 2025 by Susmitha Saran
Chapter 7
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 7 - This is a story about how a rich intelligent brat whose family was part of a mafia plays his games and how things turn out for him. As the saying goes, Karma is a bitch!!
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Shemale TransGender Fiction Incest BDSM MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Torture Gang Bang Interracial Black Male Anal Sex Enema Facial Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Spitting Body Modification Revenge
I woke up feeling different. The pain and humiliation didn’t scare me anymore. I wanted it. Needed it. The people I’d hurt in the past owned me now, and I loved that. My mistresses were still asleep in their cots. I checked the leash around my neck—attached to the prison toilet—making sure it was long enough for me to crawl to them. It was. I moved silently toward Mistress Lola’s bed.
She slept peacefully, her dark, perfect feet inches from my face. I pressed my lips against them, kissing and licking softly. Then I moved higher. She wasn’t wearing pants, and her hard cock stood stiff. My mouth watered. I didn’t hesitate—I took her into my mouth, sucking gently until she moaned. She opened her eyes, smiled, and let me finish. When she came, I swallowed every drop, happy to please her.
I didn’t stop there. I crawled to Mistress Jasmine’s bed, kissing her feet before taking her cock deep into my throat. She groaned as I worked, my lips tight around her. When I finished, I knelt back, waiting for them to wake fully.
They looked at me, pleased. “Good job, faggy,” Mistress Jasmine said, stroking my hair. “You’re a natural at sucking cock.”
Mistress Lola smirked. “But now you’ll learn to worship women too. Licking cunt isn’t easy. Fake ones won’t cut it.” She pulled out a dark pink fake pussy. “Start with this. Tonight, we’ll bring in someone real to train you properly.”
My stomach tightened—more humiliation, more pain. I couldn’t wait.
The morning prison routine was the same every day. I scrubbed toilets, mopped floors, and cleaned hallways until my hands were raw. The white prison uniform stuck to my skin with sweat.
By evening, we were marched back to our cells. Inside, Mistress Jasmine and Mistress Lola waited, their eyes cruel. “Hope you’re ready, faggy,” Lola sneered, snapping a leash onto my collar. They dragged me to a dim room near the washroom. The air smelled of sweat and something metallic. Two Black women—Diamond and Naomi—stood in the center, arms crossed.
“Strip. Now,” Diamond ordered. My fingers trembled as I peeled off my clothes. They forced me to my knees, my face inches from their boots. “You’ll worship us properly,” Naomi said, digging her heel into my thigh. “Every day this week. Fail, and you’ll regret it.”
Jasmine yanked my leash. “They’ll train you. After ... we have a special job for you.” Her smile made my stomach twist. Then they left, the door slamming shut behind them.
Diamond grabbed my hair. “Start at our feet. Beg for permission.” I pressed my lips to her boot, humiliation burning my cheeks. She laughed. “Pathetic.” When I reached her thighs, she slapped me. “Tongue only. Make me cum, or I’ll stomp your worthless balls.”
I obeyed, licking her folds, lapping up her juices. Each moan from her was a relief—until her foot crashed into my cock. “Too slow,” she hissed. Tears blurred my vision, but my body betrayed me, my dick throbbing despite the pain.
Diamond walked over to me with a cruel smile. She grabbed my hair and shoved my face between her legs. I could feel her wetness against my lips as she rubbed herself all over me. “Disgusting,” she laughed, pushing me away. My face was dripping when Naomi took her turn. Her taste was different—sweeter—but her treatment was rougher. She slapped me hard before forcing me to lick her until she came. By the end, my whole body trembled.
They dragged me by the leash to a small pink room. Cameras covered every wall, filming my shame. A single hole gaped in one wall, and my stomach twisted when I realized what it meant. Diamond laughed as she saw my face. “Perfect punishment for a homophobic little bitch,” she sneered, slapping my ass. My hands were cuffed behind my back, forcing me onto my knees.
Naomi gripped my chin, forcing me to look at the hole. “Listen carefully, fag. Every cock that comes through there—you swallow or wear the cum. Not a single drop hits the floor. And if you get hard? No touching. No coming.” Her nails dug into my skin as she spoke. Diamond added, “Oh, and whatever cum you collect? That’s your dinner now. Better drink up.”
Before leaving, Diamond painted my lips red, then scrawled “COCK SLUT” across my forehead in bold letters. The door locked behind them, leaving me alone—kneeling, bound, and waiting for the first stranger to use me. The cameras blinked, recording every second of my humiliation.
The first cock pushed through the hole almost immediately. I had no choice but to open wide.
The heavy metal door creaked open after what felt like an eternity. Mistress Jasmine’s stiletto heels clicked against the concrete floor as she entered, dragging Lola behind her by a thick leather collar. My throat was raw from screaming earlier, my body still trembling from the relentless torture.
“Did my pathetic little toy enjoy his time alone?” Mistress Jasmine sneered, yanking my hair back to force eye contact. The scent of her leather gloves mixed with my own sweat as she traced the fresh welts across my chest. “Y-yes Mistress,” I croaked, my lips sticky with dried fluids I wasn’t allowed to clean.
Lola giggled while tightening the metal cuffs around my wrists, the cold steel biting into bruised flesh. “Such a good whore,” she purred, attaching a leash to my collar. The sharp tug made me whimper as they led me crawling down the dark corridor. Every movement sent shocks of pain through my battered body.
The other prisoners’ snores echoed through the block as we reached our cell. Mistress Jasmine forced my face into the filthy toilet bowl while Lola secured my ankles with razor-wire rope. “Sleep well, fucktoy,” they laughed in unison, leaving me straining against the restraints. The acidic smell of urine filled my nose as another day of exquisite degradation ended in total submission.
The training had been brutal from day one, but I thought I was getting better. Mistress Jasmine and Mistress Lola had pushed me hard—teaching me how to properly service strangers in the gloryhole without making a mess. For three days straight, I kept my station clean, swallowing every drop like a good little slut. But on the fourth day? My tired body betrayed me.
Somehow, when I pulled away from the last anonymous cock, a thick glob of cum dripped onto the wooden floor beneath me. I barely had time to panic before the door slammed open. Their heels clicked against the concrete as they stormed in, their silhouettes blocking the dim light.
“Look at this disgusting pig,” Mistress Lola snarled, her fingers digging into the back of my neck like iron clamps. She forced my face down until my nose pressed into the sticky puddle. “Clean it. Every. Last. Drop.” My tongue scraped against the rough wood, humiliation burning hotter than the slaps that followed.
They dragged me to the main room by my hair, my knees scraping against the concrete. The metal stand waited—cold, unyielding. Leather straps bit into my wrists as they secured me in place.
“Pathetic,” Mistress Jasmine spat, her hand cracking across my cheek so hard my vision blurred. Tears welled up before I could stop them. “Sorry doesn’t fix incompetence, faggot.” Another slap. Then another.
Just when I thought the pain couldn’t get worse, Mistress Lola’s boot connected with my balls. White-hot agony exploded through me. I couldn’t even scream—just a choked whimper as my body tried to fold in on itself.
Mistress Jasmine yanked my head back, her grip like a vise. “Open.” I obeyed instantly, too broken to resist. Their spit landed heavy on my tongue, warm and degrading. Then she was unbuckling her pants, her thick cock already hard.