Unholy Mission
Copyright© 2023 by Midsummerman
Chapter 15
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 15 - Cecil Farner has his life set out for him, his parents deciding that he should 'take the cloth' and become a missionary through an obscure religious sect, despite him having no real faith in it at all. He is also tutored toward manhood by his ex-Governess privately, and soon learns that she and the religious order are inextricably linked. He finds that the order is run by the authority of some very domineering women, whose intention is to put him to good use overseas, but not as he'd thought.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Reluctant Slavery Heterosexual Fiction BDSM FemaleDom Humiliation Sadistic Snuff Anal Sex Analingus Masturbation Oral Sex
They’d been there not more than a couple of days, and Cecil had already attracted the attentions of many Eastern women whose sultry and sneering looks had excited him to erection ... most of them already aware of his fate, and more than willing to play a part in it, when Martha, aided by Madams Barbara Wick, Olivia Renfrew, and Georgina Parker, forced him out to spread the word of the Maker, amongst the Eastern women they assured him, were in need of conversion ... and after all, that was the whole purpose of the mission.
Martha’s cunt oozed with anticipation as she ushered him to the door, and a stern Eastern maid of around 50, and taller than most of her kind, went with him, carrying a large and stiff whip secured in a belt about her slender waist, supposedly to act as a guard against possible thieves - of which Martha knew full well there were none in that feminine haven - though in reality.she’d lead him to an area where the first steps toward his true purpose in being there would be actioned. The Eastern woman grinned at Martha being Cecil’s back, her cunt hot with arousal at her part in delivering him. Martha grinned back.
Mae li here will show you the best quarters, where the word is needed most, stay close to her.” She and the other women smirked with their individual sexual desires, as he left, knowing they’d not see him again for at least 24hours ... and when they did, he’d have enjoyed punishment which would ready him sweetly for the erotic pageant they all yearned for.
Cecil’s cock twitched with submissive desires on noting Mae li’s whip, thinking how it would look and sound like, when wielded by the not unattractive woman, whose stern features excited him. Neither could be escape the curt smiles of those Eastern women who had gathered, and now proceeded to follow the pair as they wended their way through the domed and whitewashed avenues, getting further and further away from his boarding residence.
At last, after walking a good mile into the feminine owned citadel. and pursued by a growing entourage of women, Mae li led him into a somewhat dusky square, where many women of various ages sat chatting on benches, many wearing long black robes tied at the midriff, which accentuated their broad backsides beautifully, others wore white, all were strangely pleased to note the appearance of a Western male. Mae li nodded at him, half sneering, as though to indicate that this would be a good spot for the word, and Cecil walked toward the throng of Eastern women with some trepidation, whilst Mae li went and sat by a wall, and unseen by him, gave acknowledgement to many of the women.
He picked the book of the Maker’s words from his pocket, and deftly indicated to the women, that he intended to give out some advice, the women looking at him with smiling contempt, one of them, a woman of Amazonian proportions who appeared to be a favourite of the women, seemed to beckon him forward with a smile as he began to read out phrases from the book, phrases which the meek and submissive male didn’t truly believe himself. The women in black converged upon him as he spouted insanely, their perfumes consuming him ... then Mira, the big woman who was Madam Lim’s favourite, and executrix, grabbed the book from his hands and tossed it to the dust.
“Infidel! ... you must be taught a lesson!” Cecil gasped as the hands of many women grasped at him, their sneers of contempt, intense, many of them stamping on the sorry book as he was overwhelmed by the now warbling women, his clothes ripped from him, and naked he was then made to lie over a mound of cushions the women had taken, and held down with his exposed arse high. Though scared, the warbling of the women excited him intensely, and the women, who knew he was a submissive wimp, looked down on him with utter contempt at his weakness as he thrust his cock at the mound, while they teased his flesh with whips they had concealed about them.
Mae li did nothing, but sat smiling as she watched the women strip and humiliate the Western male she’d been asked to deliver to a ripe justice by his own mistress. Her cunt was now hot and wet with arousal on seeing him dealt with so easily, her contempt for him as acute as any of the other women as she strutted over to the warbling pack of frenzied females, the heat of the day bringing out the whiffs of their sexual excitement from under their thin gowns as they teased at the pathetic cur of a man with their whips. She had no intention of intervening, but was not to miss out on the thrill of sadism which now excited her sexual arousal, as she addressed some of those women in black.
“you will stand aside!” The women needed her request but didn’t move too far out ... just offering her enough room to pull her whip from her waist belt and flex it as she pursed her lips. The Amazonian Mira smirked with a mutual lust, as Mae li showed her that her feelings for the male were indeed mutual too. Standing with one hand on hip, her mature breasts poked their nipples hard through her silken top as she unleashed the whip on the pathetic male, held down naked on the cushioning. Cecil went to an immediate submissive heaven, on hearing the mature Eastern woman’s voice, and knowing it was her, whipping him with the whip he’d been desirous of.
Overpowered, stripped, and held down by women he’d never met, but whom recognised his pathetic weakness and thrived on it, he thrust his cock at the mound as his exposed backside was thrashed by a woman he did know, that blissful betrayal of an obviously feigned loyalty to him. giving him an extra dark thrill as he was deservedly thrashed for his impudence. As the seed rose from his balls in a masochistic ecstasy, his mind went to the manipulative and dominant Martha in thanks for her bringing him to this stronghold of feminine dominance ... and for the indoctrination of the ‘Maker’, which had forced him to the position he was in, and that book of his supposed words having served it’s purpose, now lay rightfully in the dust.
Mae li’s vigour with the whip intensified, her cunt wet with sadistic arousal, on hearing the Western male groan in a mixture of pain and ecstasy as he humped at the cushioning, the women who could see his face, grinning with spiteful contempt on seeing it transform from an expression of despair to a grimacing contortion which could only mean one thing. Their contempt was sweetly justified as that groan turned to a high pitched whine of pure ecstasy, as he pulsed out his seed in utter defeat to the women and Mae li’s whip, his orgasm as divine as any he’d had before.
One of the women in black couldn’t control her urges, and pulling her black cloaking back as she lay down, offered her highly seasoned cunt up to Cecil’s face as he came, the other women laughing in a delirium at her animal behaviour. It didn’t phase her though, and the laughter and delicious whiff of cunt as he spent, had his balls contribute further generous spurts in a blessed submission. The Amazonian Mira stepped closer to Mae li as he action with the whip went to a near frenzy in seeing to it that he came sufficiently, the deliciously proportioned woman whispering in her ear.
“Mind you don’t damage him too much ... he has to be in reasonable condition for Madam Lim’s disposal.” As Mae li relented with the whip, more women appeared from the surrounding buildings, ready, it seemed, with cords and other items. Mae li egged on the feminine crowd with words which, even she herself didn’t believe, giving justification for their actions and also confirming to the whipped and spent male what he’d guessed already.
“He spoke the words of an infidel! ... trying to convert out faith with evil words! ... he must be punished by the highest authority!”. The sexually aroused women needed little prompting and didn’t care about the reason, in seeing to it that a Western male was rendered helpless. Cecil gasped for air as the woman who’d had her cunt licked moved off, the air thick with the scents of not just her sex, but richly perfumed with those other women in close Proximity.
His cock never saw complete flaccidity, the stinging from the whipping and the rough handling of so many frenzied and excited women, keeping his cock perked in a semi-erection, as he was first bound at wrists and ankles, then had his head held back by a smiling Mira, to have him view Mae li. She grinned with satisfaction as a cloaked woman handed her a black silken bag which he knew he’d be hooded with, the Eastern whip mistress lifting her skirts to show him a shaven and mature cunt, wet with the generous arousal brought on by her whipping of him ... and taking the bag, she stroked her slick and protruding labia most liberally with it, then slipped it over his head.
“There! ... smell how pleased I was to thrash you ... you’ll be reminded of it til you reach your place of confinement.” As the draw string to the bag was tied about his neck, the women laughed as he puffed the bag in and out, Mae li having ensured that the material with the juices from her cunt were his face side, and now blind to proceedings, bound, and with the scent of cunt unavoidable, his meagre cock began to erect again. His manhood pulsed in longing for physical stimulation again, on hearing the laughter of women intertwined with the braying of a donkey.
Cecil’s divine feeling of masochism was now spiced with a rich humiliation as he felt himself being lifted by the magnificent Mira and several of the cloaked women, to lie naked across the donkey at its middle, a coarse blanket over its body, providing a generous stimulation of his newly erected cock as the spiteful women tied his wrists to his ankles under the beast’s belly, and with his arse high and exposed, the women warbled their delight as the donkey was made to commence its journey ... with its rider no more than baggage, and a spectacle of shame.
As the procession started, the warbling increased as word got round, and more and more women joined the entourage, gleefully spanking and whipping his exposed flesh with a spiteful vigour, that and the jostling movement of the donkey as he was taken to a place unknown, teasing and stimulating his cock deliciously. His mind descended into an acutely submissive and masochistic excitement at being made helpless by women he didn’t know in a place he didn’t know, whilst having been betrayed and soundly whipped by the one woman he half knew, confirming that every woman saw his pathetic figure as a source of sexual entertainment ... he’d soon find just how entirely true that was.
The intense warbling of the women made it quite clear that he was to face something very unpleasant, when he reached wherever his destination was, and sniffing hard at the cunt saturated hood, its essences gaining a pert and spicy ripeness as the heat of the day and his frantic breath dried them, whilst the jostling stimulation of his transport continued along with the warbling, his motion was noted by the women as he began to hump rhythmically in his bondage. Both Mira and Mae li grinned with wicked satisfaction on seeing he was beyond the fear of anything, and anxious to spend in humiliated enjoyment, the latter then making sure that as many women as possible knew ... whilst taking the hapless Cecil past the point of no return.
“He comes ladies! ... see how the cur comes at the thought of punishment! ... see how low and pathetic ALL Western males are!” With that Mir had the donkey halted for a moment, whilst Mae li took great pleasure in applying her whip to his still rising and descending backside, the move emphasising to the converging and warbling women that it was not simply the motion of the transport that brought on his orgasm, they grinned wickedly at knowing he craved humiliation and punishment ... and sure enough, with a taste of the whip and viewed by a goading feminine audience, he succumbed once more to a divine masochism.
Madam Martha Hilbrand had not just trained him well, her pleasured devotion to dominating him in every way, had ensured his spirit had been broken beyond question when it came to the pleasures required by controlling women. Naked, bound over a donkey, and hooded with a bag infused with the scent of a superior woman, his journey to a fate as yet unknown was halted as his pathetic weakness to womanhood was duly illustrated once more. He could not avoid grunting through the lushly scented hood in a humiliated ecstasy, as Mae li’s whip teased his flesh for a second time, his gratified and animal whining as he sent his seed to the coarse blanket, sending the audience of women into a frenzied warbling at his shameful disgrace, bringing him to a masochistic zenith as he spurted in a luxury of humiliation.
The laughter of Mir and Mae li accompanied the juddering commencement of the donkey’s journey as that warbling from the other women turned to a other tone as he squirmed his spent cock to the blanket, their eyes now firmly on the great walls of the arena which the Western women had viewed with excited anticipation, its white walls swallowing them up as their prize was taken to a holding cell within.
Martha awoke and smiled to herself as she looked down at the leashed male she’d borrowed from Madam Georgina Parker’s stock. He lay asleep on the floor next to the bed, exhausted after a night spent licking the dominant woman’s cunt and anus, she seemingly insatiable, due to the sexual anticipation of the day to come. Though she also felt she needed more sleep, the hubbub of excitement from the adjoining rooms had her visit the bathroom promptly, then dress in the black hooded robe that was the chosen attire for that very special day.
Though madams Olivia Renfrew, Georgina Parker, and Belinda Bartram-Wicken a.k.a Bella Wick, had also had sexual satisfaction via submissive curs throughout the night, they, as per Martha, were beset by a fresh and eager sexual arousal on seeing each other in the black robes which signified such a dark pleasure to come. The grey haired Edna was as equally overcome by a sexual charge as she assisted the debutantes Judith and Madeline, the fact that this was to be the younger women’s first experience of such an event, adding extra spice.
The feminine arousal went to a lusty high as their transports arrived, via Sultana Ariya’s generosity, and within which dat the sultry Madam Lim who’d parted company with a sizeable fee, in order that today’s, pleasure could be had. She grinned contentedly as Martha entered her carriage, excitement building all the more.
“I can’t wait to see him in the holding bay, so rightfully bound and prepared for punishment ... I so hope he’s not aware of his fate, I long to see the realisation on his face as he’s led into the arena.”. Martha sighed with her own sexually aroused contentment on thinking of how she’d view her well trained sale, prior to his realisation that he was to be made an example of ... in the extreme.
“I’m longing to feign my care for him, and give him hope ... before he’s crushed at seeing me again.” Madam Lim applauded her, as she pursed her lips, the lips of her cunt already wet with arousal, as she added a little spice.
“He’ll be mystified by hearing the roar of the women from his holding cell, as lesser attractions are deservedly dispatched ... it’ll all add to his misery in the unknown so sweetly.” A gaggle of gossiping from the other carriages accompanied the sound of horses hooves as they were transported to the arena, Martha and the others marvelling at the multitude of excited women making their way to the arena, some with hooded males on leashes, made to progress there on all fours, perhaps just to view punishment ... or perhaps never to make the return journey with their feminine owners.
The mood went from high arousal to dark sexual wanting from the women, as they dismounted their transports at the far end of the outer arena wall, all desperately trying to appear solemn and concerned as they entered the holding cell area, despite the grinning attitude of the female guards who’d thoroughly enjoyed dominating the Western male, whilst also maintaining a silence about his fate. Martha’s cunt swelled immediately, her clitoris poking boldly, on seeing Cecil bound and gagged, naked but for a short white silk shroud, his cock exposed below it, erect as he cowered at the feet of a whip bearing guard, her whip teasing his flank to notify him of visitors.
Madam Lim gasped with sexual excitement too, at seeing the prize she’d paid for, cowering in obedience at the feet of an Eastern girl half his age, shown his place, dominated. Though bewildered by his night of confinement and subjection to the sadistic pleasures of the military styled Eastern women, Cecil’s cock perked high at being seen under their firm control in the eyes of his Mistress. Martha needed all her willpower to retain her composure as he was led to her in obedience, as the dull roar of a feminine crowd was heard through the walls, confirmation that a not so significant male had pleased the huge female audience with paying the price for his masculinity. Her cunt tingled lustily as she and the Western women converged on the cell perimeter, each attempting an air of nonchalance ... but some unable to withhold a smirk at seeing the pathetic missionary of the Maker, readied for their pleasure.