Legacy of Vulvador
Copyright© 2020 by Midsummerman
Chapter 2
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Our owned man, Veen, now subjected to permanent enslavement by the redheaded dominatrix Varnella, is led back to the planet Vulvador, via the nearby planet of Pentella, where a further plot regarding the matriarchal planet has been hatched by suitably pompous and ruthless women. Varnella's knowledge and fraternisation with the women of Vulvador is invaluable, and where Varnella goes, so must go her slave, Veen. With his masochistic mind suitably stimulated, the feminine planet awaits him again
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Slavery Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Snuff Torture Analingus Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
Vern’s cock bolted erect on the women divulging that the task Varnella had been invited to, would occur on Vulvador and not Pentella; he’d already been warming to this equally matriarchal planet, having seen a male disposed of for mere sport, his muffled cries as his own semen condemned him to death by electrocution, would remain a vivid memory for some time to come. His anus tingled expectantly about the smooth but bulbous plug that Varnella had chosen for him for the journey, as they approached the seductive looking villa owned by the exciting redheaded Barbola, its modernist curves giving it a distinctly feminine look somehow.
There was no escaping Barbola’s whip for Veen, he soon knew why she’d asked Varnella if he took the whip well, and while his Mistress and the blonde Tantra looked on with satisfied grins which told him they knew the levels of her sadism, as he was flogged mercilessly as he lay face down on the bed, his nose and mouth making a profile in the gusset of the panties he’d been masked with. He was made to feel every element of her vindictive sadism toward masculinity, whipping the exposed flesh he offered her as he writhed one way or the other under the stinging pain of her short but vicious whip, everything that legend had suggested about the spite of redhead’s was brought home to him in agonisingly reality as the whip scored his flesh again and again, the spice of her cunt in the gusset giving him a permanent erotic reminder of just who was thrashing him, his cock thrusting rigid at the bedding as the tears of submission began to flow.
The women grinned with smug satisfaction as his half concealed but tearful face contorted in the way that could mean only one thing, the deliciously dominant Barbola’s smile more smug than the others, as she then made sure the stinging whip saw to it that Veen the submissive, emptied his balls in honour of her strict authority, amusing Varnella in particular.
“He’s such a cur, but I do love using him for group entertainment, and he loves it too ... just look at him come.” Veen spent liberally and in an ecstasy of defeat, spiked exquisitely by the words of the woman who’d taken ownership of him, whilst he was thrashed by an equally sadistic redhead, at his owner’s behest. Barbola eventually relenting as Veen spurted out his final salvos of milky surrender to the cynical laughter of is female audience. On being treated to the taste of her cunt in thanks, and that of Varnella, Tantra, and several other spitefully dominant women who’d enjoyed his whipping, the blonde Tantra called the women together whilst Veen continued to lap at aroused cunts dutifully, his ears paying attention to what was to be said, whilst eagerly enjoying his duties.
“As we’ve already discussed, Zeeta’s contact from Vulvador and her obvious distress, masked with ire, shows every indication every of a resurgence... “ Varnella twitched, almost uncomfortably, but also a little excited.
“A resurgence by what was left of those bitches from Blackhall and Gelding House?” Barbola gave a cynical grin, the redhead’s cunt perking with a mixture of sexual excitement re an adventure, but edged with a rational concern.
“We’ve all had much easier journeys down there since Zeeta took over, never completely risk free with the various factions still at large in the wildernesses where we obtain the seamonk ... but if those old adversaries return, bent on revenge, our supply to riches will be cut off.” Veen’s already erect and aroused cock, perked rigid as he lapped at a mature woman’s equally aroused butterfly. His ears not missing the conversation, the thought of going back down there exciting him as much as it scared him ... the eroticism of being dominated here on Pentella or back home on Thuros kept him permanently aroused, but the extremes of feminine dominance practiced by every inhabitant on Vulvador took his sense of submission to a lusting peak. Tantra’s further input had his tongue rasp longingly at the clitoris he was serving, having its owner moan towards a most welcome orgasm at his expense.
“With Preen having been virtually stripped bare of its seamonk population by those not daring to venture onto Vulvador, we need get down there and assist ... it’s the least we can do for Zeeta and her forces, which we’re told are being picked off - disappearing - in mysterious circumstances.” The sound of one of their dominant attendees behind them, moaning into a rich orgasm at Veen’s expense, allowed them a humorous break from their problem, he, cursing his efforts as her cry of contentment obscured their conversation. He heard their laughter though, and then felt the scorn of Varnella’s eyes upon him, her words having his cock perk to an excited zenith.
“My pet’s duties have another reason spring to mind on that front ... we need capture a batch of live and fertile examples of seamonk, both male and female, and set them free upon Preen covertly, now that it’s common knowledge that a trip there is no longer profitable.” With the last of the meeting’s many strict and authoritative women having been sated, his Mistress paraded him on his leash, and had the others sneer with contempt at his slickly lubricated and messy face ... accompanied by a stiff erection which confirmed his submissive pleasure in being put to good oral use.
“As you can see by his pathetic manhood, it’s the one thing that drives the male, that want to fertilise ... be it a pathetic human or a worthy seamonk!” Amidst the laughter of he women, Veen was led away by Varnella to know further use by his redheaded owner.
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Margo moaned with an intense pleasure as a captured and ungelded male, writhed under Trulia’s whip as he tounged her Mistress’s pucker as a final gesture before disposal. Bound at wrists and ankles, his erect cock sought the smoother of the boards that made up the gallows platform, as he treated himself to the deliciously submissive pleasure of probing the savoury pucker of the supreme leader of the colony, he arriving there on confirmation of his fourth successful seeding of the fourth young guard woman ... his duty and use now at an end. The cunts of both women peaked with a most satisfactory sexual arousal, both lesbian but partial to the convenience, usage ... and the sheer thrill of dominating masculinity.