Chapter 12

With her own ego now suitably and smartly inflated having captured images which would see the two male targets bag whipped then hanged publicly, Madam Vera Spitzen viewed her favoured sissy Tina, cry out in a gurgle of sissy ecstasy as she spurted cream from her tiny cock in a lusty submission, whilst sucking on Bronkhorst’s rigid cock as he took moaned as he spurted and filled the sissy’s eager mouth. Uppingham lifting the sissy to tip toe as his broad cock made its own delivery on bucking hard into the tight grip of her willing anus. Now longing to masturbate again herself, she swiftly moved to the covert viewing port behind the punishment room, to check that her submissive male pet, Smallcock, was performing obediently.

She was not to be disappointed; she sighed with a lust of her own, on seeing the immense backside and flanks of Agatha Crompton descend upon Smallcock’s diminutive and now bound figure, his futile wriggling enjoyed by the spiteful woman, as his head was consumed by her flesh, his cock bolting rigid in the bliss of absolute submission as he sampled the hot, sticky, and highly seasoned spices of her aroused cunt, and the lush tangs of her delicious arsehole as she slipped back and forth on his face, the nub of his nose inhaling her scents hard as it bobbled between cunt and anus, the bondage having his helplessness feel extra exquisite, his yearning to wank denied by both those bonds and the not un formidable weight of Madam Crompton.

As Agatha sighed, closing in on her first orgasm, Smallcock’s yearning in lusty and erotic denial was relieved, as Agatha’s hand grasped his little cock, which stood as proud as it could in a needy erection which confirmed his pleasure in submission to womanhood. Leashed and kneeling in obedience, the once arrogant and misogynistic slave once known as Barnaby Hoon, gaped through the now open mouthed gimp mask in masochistic jealousy, on watching another male endure the torture of Madam Agatha’s more than ample flesh, the equally ample woman who now kept his leash taut, enjoying seeing the eyes of a defeated and beaten male, peep through the eye-holes in a lust to be dominated whilst knowing the scent and taste of the cunt and arsehole of the woman who’d broken him. She jerked his leash and tainted him spitefully, her eyes on his cock which stood high in the want of it.

“See how things are on Vorlax 5 ... the way things are to be for you eternally...” He thrust his cock at the air at her cruelly sincere words, and at Smallcock’s masochistic ecstasy as he spluttered and groaned beneath the immense crack of Agatha’s cheeks ... the seed supporting high from his diminutive cock as the woman who owned him for the moment, moaned with erotic pleasure herself in a lush orgasm, fortified at seeing her submissive of the moment, spurt his cream high in a lusty salute to her dominance at the command of her hand.

“ ... your Mistress may sell you on soon, to someone far more sadistic ... such is your worthlessness now ... imagine being snuffed by a woman’s flesh, should the whim take her ... I’m sure you’d relish that.” Agatha lifted her sweaty and sated flesh from Smallcock’s glistening and messy face, leaving him gasping and wriggling in bondage, his still erect cock dribbling semen as he writhed, she, having heard her amply bodied confidante’s taunting of her fresh pet, and sighing with smug content ent as she addressed the leashed wimp.

“Oh yes my pet ... eternal punishment for you from now on, fully justified for your arrogance toward women ... and there are so many women here who live to whip and torture, a release from their lives on the home planet...” She grinned spitefully on taking his leash whilst her large friend eagerly bound his ankles and strapped his arms to his sides ... his cock pulsing pre-cum at the delicious feel of his predicament, made extra helpless at the hands of fiercely dominant women, as Agatha continued her belittling of him.

“ ... you’ll start with my friend here, whose expertise at smothering, and her penchant for it, is more than equal to mine ... I may sell you to her, should she find you adequate...” Both women laughed as he was rolled onto his back, and Agatha’s friend squatted over him, displaying her huge thighs ... and a cunt ripe with arousal, and sweaty brown pucker in the need of a thorough cleaning and stimulation, which would be demanded. Agatha sighed lustily as the sneering woman began to descend her flesh to the more than willing face below it, the exposed nose sniffing hard in an impatience to know the scents and tangs of a strictly dominant female, while his Mistress cackled with pleasure.

“ ... it’s time for Madam Spitzen’s pathetically endowed pet to watch now ... and when my friend has been sated by you, and you have shown your submission in full ... you’ll both be whipped for the privilege of being allowed to spend, as promised.” Smallcock’s member achieved a second pathetic erection, as he watched Agatha’s pet achieve the same, on the big woman sighing with erotic pleasure as her formidable cheeks parted and consumed Hoon’s face and most of his head, her strident and slippery motions soon having him splutter and garble in a futile begging for air ... and a perversely erotic desire to be snuffed by her.