“Your man looks as if he’s going to collapse and end our fun.”
“I can fix that.”
Blonde Mistress Gale removes a needle from her overnight bag. Stabs her chattel.
“That will perk him up.”
“What did you give him?”
“A stimulant. It works similarly to our wakefulness harnesses. And is also from Doctor Savannah.”
The man groans, stretches, his eyes open. Seeing his tormentors, he tenses. They laugh at his fear.
Coated with old sweat and spattered blood, the bodybuilder no longer seems handsome. They had admired his muscles. Humiliating and hurting strong men is more fun.
A muscle boy, often admired by women, falls under the power of cruel women. Pain murders his pride. Delusions of toughness die.
He sees his real place in the universe: a plaything of women. Women who play rough. Are not afraid to break their toys.
He shames himself by begging for mercy. Promises to do anything. As if shackles left him choices. Seeing only mockery and scorn in their eyes he finally acknowledges his helplessness. He can only do what they want.
Mistress Gale cut his skin with her whip. Her friends batter his body with canes. He moans. Weeps. Lacerations and bruises, wounds on wounds, tear his nerves.
He screams. The women stop. They kiss and hug each other. The real fun begins.
His mind recoils from his body’s suffering. The universe shatters. Lost in chaos he cannot identify each ache. Yet cut, clamp, burn – he feels them all.
There is misery. The laughter of women. His shrieking ego. Nothing else.
Greedy for his anguish, the Dommes take care to extend his suffering. They want hours of enjoyment.
Revived, his clarity returns. Used as a pincushion, he flinches until his muscles ache from spasmic convulsions. The three Dommes light cigarettes. He wants to faint but cannot.
For the Mistresses time speeds too quickly. Their plaything feels and regrets every moment.
His body, dense with scars can no longer sustain consciousness. He passes out.
Surprised to feel their sadism sated for the moment, the Dommes leave him locked in place.
They relax and cuddle. Fondling brings another wave of energy. An hour of lovemaking drains them. At last they sleep and dream.
Dream of finding a new human toy?
Originally posted 2018-01-08 09:28:26.