County Trunk by Felix (Hetero sex, Femdom, Humiliation, Domination)
Part One
Bob sat at a table in the breakfast room of the hotel munching coffee
and doughnuts, a road map spread out on the table before him. Since
taking his traveling sales job ten years ago right out of college he
enjoyed taking the scenic route when his schedule allowed it and this
July morning was shaping up into a beautiful, though hot, day. The
county roads that wound through the hilly picturesque Wisconsin
countryside would get him to his next appointment in plenty of time and
would far more relaxing than the roar and bustle of the summer freeway.
He swigged down the last of his coffee, gathered up his things and hit
the road. A short stretch of freeway got him to the state highway that
in turn led to the meandering county trunk road. It was about mid-
morning when he came up on the turn-off to his intended route and found
the way blocked by construction barriers and the road closed. He slowed
down a bit to look wistfully down the tree shaded lane and noticed a
group of construction workers sitting under a nearby tree. He noted
that they were all women, suntanned and muscular.
"Sign of the times," he said to himself and began to swing his car
around to head back to the freeway. One of the women, a tall blond in
short cutoff jeans, tee shirt and heavy work boots saw him and waved
him down.
She walked up to the car as Bob rolled down the window.
"We're just finishing up here. We planned to take down the barriers
after our break but I'll let you through now," she said.
"Thanks," said Bob and he drove through the opening she made for him,
waving again in appreciation.
"Have a good one!" he heard her say as he passed.
What he didn't see was her reaching into her pocket for a cell phone
and making a quick call then giving a wicked smirk as his car
disappeared around a bend in the road.
The road wound along a stream through a valley bordered by rolling
hills. Small quaint farms dotted the landscape. Bob cruised along at an
unhurried pace, the window open, smelling the fragrance of roadside
flowers and fresh hay.
To his surprise he heard a siren behind him and looked in the rear view
mirror to see a police motorcycle gaining on him fast with lights
flashing. He had, if anything, been going less than the speed limit. He
shrugged and pulled over as the officer came up along side and cut in
front of him onto the narrow shoulder of the road then dismounted from
the cycle doffed helmet and walked back toward the car.
He saw it was a large, tall woman with short dark hair. She wore a
black leather outfit and knee high jack boots. Though heavy set she was
shapely, full breasted and broad hipped and the leather riding suit
fitted her voluptuous curves tightly. She approached the car and
stopped facing him a few feet into the road. Her face was not
unattractive though coarse featured and wore what seemed to be a
permanent look of arrogant, cheerful cruelty
Bob was an athletic sort, a trim six footer, well muscled and lean. The
cop was taller than he was even without her boots and carried herself
with a grace that belied her hefty figure.
"Is there a prob--"
"Out of the car!" she cut him off sharply and put her hand on a
nightstick that hung from her belt.
He shrugged again and opened the door, reaching for his wallet. He
extended his hand, holding his license and she grabbed his arm and spun
him around with a surprising strength, bellying him over the hood of
the car. His hands were cuffed behind him before he could protest and
then to his shock he felt her unbuckle his belt and yank his pants down
to his ankles. She expertly wrapped and twisted his belt tight to bind
his feet together and then hustled him around the front of the car. He
felt a tug on his shirt collar and then heard a ripping sound as she
tore it down the back and left the shreds of it hanging from his cuffed
wrists. He was now practically naked.
There was a shallow, grassy slope of about ten feet that fell away from
the road to a flat area before a fence and a hayfield. She shoved him
forward to the edge of that slope. He felt something stiff between his
knees and then a sharp blow came upward between his legs to hit his
groin, doubling him over in agony. He felt a foot on his behind that
gave him a hard shove and sent him rolling down the short slope to the
bottom of the ditch.
He lay moaning for awhile from pain of the blow but then recovered and
squirmed to his knees and turned to face his assailant who stood on the
shoulder of the road in front of the car. To his amazement and fright
he saw that she had slipped out of her leather breeches and was now
naked from the waist down except for her boots and a pair of black
panties which she was even then in the process of removing. She stepped
deliberately out of her underpants placed them under the heavy leather
pants she had lain on the hood of the car, seemingly to ensure that
they would not blow away on the breeze while she went about her work
and would be there when she had finished.
The tails of a white blouse dangled below the short leather jacket she
still wore. She tied them off about her waist to keep them out of her
way, drew her nightstick from her belt, rubbed the thick black triangle
of hair between her thighs fondly and stepped down the slope toward Bob
with a wicked gleam of anticipation in her eyes. He feared the stick
but somehow he knew her ultimate weapon was in the thick thatch between
her thighs.
He made a pathetic attempt to escape by hobbling away but she strode
forward and tripped him, sending him sprawling on his face. He felt a
sharp whack from the stick across his buttocks and then she rolled him
on his back with her foot and gave him a knock across his knee that
dizzied him with agony and took most of the fight out of him. She
reached down and grabbed him by the hair, pulled him up onto his knees
before her and pulled his face toward her crotch while thrusting her
hips forward.
Just then there was the sound of a car coming down the road from the
direction Bob had been going. His captor stopped and pushed him away,
turning to look over her shoulder. The car was a black limo with tinted
windows. It pulled to a stop in the road. Bob pulled away from her grip
and moved back a step.
"Okay you fat bitch," he said. "It looks like you're caught with your
pants down, so to speak. I don't know who the hell you think you are
but I'll see that you pay for this."
The rear side window of the limo rolled down half way revealing the
green eyes and auburn hair of a woman.
"Is everything under control sergeant?" she asked.
"No problem judge. I'll have him subdued shortly and he'll be before
your court first thing tomorrow."
"Excellent! Keep up the good work!"
The window rolled back up and the car drove off.
Bob cringed as the malevolent stare of the big woman turned on him.
"You were saying?" she sneered.
Bob reeled away in another futile attempt to flee, was tripped as
before, tumbled headlong on the grass. The beating was longer this
time, with blows raining on his buttocks and thighs and then each
elbow, sending him in a stupor of pure agony. Not satisfied she rolled
him unto his back once more and gave each knee a whack and then
finished with a hard one to the balls.
She stood back and let him lie there awhile moaning and dizzy.
Presently she stepped forward and placed a foot on each side of his
head. He looked up the length of her hefty thighs to the dense black
bush that hid her sex. She leered down at him and lowered herself so
her cunt was inches from his face and spread out a bit so he could see
the dangling pinkish labia, the black pit of her vagina and the
brownish puckering of her anus. Her scent was pungent in the summer
heat. With a snarling sound she grabbed his hair and yanked his face
upward into her wet crotch.
"I expect to come quickly if you don't want any more," she growled.
Bob reached out with his tongue to taste her oozing loins, probing
desperately to find the secret of her pleasure. He plied his tongue
about her labia, up her vagina and over her clit seeking to mollify her
rage. She clutched his hair painfully and rubbed his face about her
throbbing snatch, finally guiding him to the swollen orb of her clit,
now turgid and pulsing, ready for her climax. Half a minute of his
desperate ministrations served to ignite her. She gave a sharp
exhalation between clenched teeth and then threw her head back with a
bestial cry of satisfaction as orgasm convulsed her.
Her body relaxed and her knees buckled. She dropped forward so she sat
astride his face her full bulk bearing down and forcing him to fight
for breath as her great sucking cunt engulfed him. She stayed thus for
a minute or two allowing the spasms of pleasure to subside.
Then she rose to her feet and pulled Bob up to his knees by his hair.
She dragged him over to where the ditch sloped upward, turned her back
to him, dropped to her knees with her broad behind thrust toward his
face as he knelt there. She reached back and pulled his face between
her big cheeks, directing his mouth to the center where her rank brown
anus puckered and twitched in anticipation.
"Get your tongue in there and get busy," she hissed. "I'll tell you
when to stop."
He extended his tongue but recoiled instinctively at the sharp, foul
taste of her. The stick whipped around to strike his elbow again in
warning and he steeled himself and pressed forward between the great
fleshy mounds.. His tongue felt the folds and creases of her foul
blossom and dislodged dried flakes of her feces that had escaped the
last wiping. She relaxed herself and his tongue slid up into her dark
passage to taste the soft lining of her rectum. She sighed in enjoyment
and dropped her stick to free her hand for rubbing hard on her clit. He
felt her sphincter contract hard upon his tongue as another climax
surged through her. She fell forward on her belly and her fell with her
afraid to take his tongue from her hole without her leave.
She lay breathing deeply for a few minutes, then rolled over, stood up
and faced Bob again. This time she pushed him over backward until she
again squatted over his up turned face.
"Thirsty?" she asked with a mock solicitousness. "Well open your
mouth!"
Bob knew what was coming and his mind reeled in revulsion but he now
knew better than to defy her in the least. He threw open his mouth just
as a liquid hissing sound came from her loins and a golden cataract
spilled from her filling his mouth to overflowing. There was no need to
tell him what the consequence of spilling even a drop would be so he
gulped down her pungent nectar as fast as it flowed. When finished she
made him suck the last drops from her bush.
Finally she stood and walked back up the slope to the motorcycle. She
radioed to someone about picking up a prisoner along that road and
slipped back into her panties and pants, tucked them into the tops of
her boots, sat on the hood of the car and lit up a cigarette.
In a few minutes a van came down the road from the direction of what
must have been a town. Two buxom young female cops got out. One was a
blonde, the other a redhead. They wore light blue blouses, brief navy
blue shorts and high black jackboots. Their hair was cut severely
short. They walked up to the sergeant who still sat on the car smoking
her cigarette contentedly.
"Take him in and throw him in a cell for the night," she told them.
"Prepare him for trial first thing in the morning and bring him to the
courtroom."
Bob was half carried, half dragged from the ditch and tossed rudely
into the back of the van. He lay on the hard steel floor of the van
being bounced and rolled about as it sped down the winding road. The
blonde drove and made no effort to limit the jouncing. If anything she
seemed to take the curves hard and steer into bumps to make sure his
ride was rough.
After about ten minutes the van slowed and turned into a drive leading
toward a large red brick building with a spire. It drove into an
underground garage and stopped before a gray steel door. The cops
disembarked and opened the rear door. They jumped inside, dragged Bob
out and jostled him through the door into the building and slammed it
behind them. Just inside the door they stopped. They were in a large
foyer with another door opening from the other end of it. One of the
women went through a closet door that also opened off the foyer and
emerged holding a set of shackles and a chain leash about six feet long
with a kind of padlock at the end. He was put into the shackles, which
bound his wrists to his sides and manacled his ankles. The sergeant's
cuffs were removed and his pants stripped from around his ankles. Then
the padlock end of the leash was slipped around his scrotum above the
balls and tightened with a click, stretching his sack tight and locking
his balls in an iron, inescapable grip.
"I have rights!" Bob protested. "Don't I get a phone call?"
The redhead looked at him scornfully and slapped his face hard fore and
backhanded, then flicked downward with her fingertips against his
stretched out ball sack. The pain doubled him over and put an end to
any thought of rights.
Wordlessly the two women turned toward the farther door, one of them
holding the leash, yanked him along by his fruit. They opened the door
and led him through into a long corridor. The walls and floor were cold
concrete and the doors were steel with small grates mounted a eye
level. The women set a brisk pace down the hall, forcing him to hobble
along behind as he was tugged roughly by his testes. They reached a
cell at the far end on the left, opened it and shoved him inside. The
leash was left clamped on him. The door slammed and he heard footsteps
retreating into the distance. Silence fell.
Bob was aching from his beating, confused and terrified. His treatment
at the hands of his captors had been callously cruel and arrogant to
the point of denying his very humanity.
He looked about the dimly lit cell. There was a thin pad on the floor,
apparently to serve as a bed and a steel toilet mounted to the wall at
the far end of the room. Otherwise the cell was cold and empty.
He knee walked to the sleeping pad and collapsed upon it exhausted.
Sleep fell over him despite his terror and the world went black.
He awoke to the sound of the cell door's lock being opened and the two
cops entered. The blonde grabbed the leash and tugged him to his feet.
They led him from the cell into the hallway and through a door at the
far end.. Another hall ran at right angles. They turned left and strode
down the corridor, again at a speed that made him struggle to keep up
on his hobbled legs. The blonde pulled roughly on his balls with a
cruel disregard when he fell behind.
He was taken to a shower room where he was sprayed with painfully hot
water, scrubbed down and shaven with a straight razor. Then he was led
upstairs to the court.
The door was opened and he was led into an old, stately courtroom with
rich oak woodwork and a black granite floor. There was a center aisle
that led between rows of seating for spectators. The seats were about
half full, all the spectators were women.
On the bench straight ahead was an auburn haired woman with green eyes.
Obviously this was the same woman who had driven by during his arrest.
She was full figured with a wide sensuous mouth and she wore a black
judicial robe.
To the right was a jury box where sat twelve women of various ages
colors and sizes.
At tables before the bench on each side of the aisle stood two women.
They turned to face him as he was led forward. One was a tall, slender
black woman with a short Afro cut, the other a white brunette with hair
tied up above her head in a severe bun. Both were well dressed in
professional attire, gray flannel pin stripe jackets, short matching
skirts, net stockings. black stiletto pumps.
There were no men anywhere.
Bob was led before the judge and forced to his knees by his two
escorts, who remained standing on either side of him. The judge looked
down upon him with righteous contempt.
"What is the charge Madame Prosecutor?" she asked.
The black woman stepped from behind her table and approached the bench.
"Reckless driving, attempted sexual assault of an officer and resisting
arrest your honor," she said.
This was too much for Bob. "What are you bitches talking about? I was
driving along minding my own business..."
He felt a sharp blow to the back of his neck that felled him face down
to the floor. A booted foot was pressed down on the back of his neck
and he was held that way while the proceedings continued.
"The prisoner will be silent!" shouted the judge, rapping her gavel.
"Have you any witnesses Madame Prosecutor?"
"Just the arresting officer your honor," she said.
The sergeant was called to the stand and sworn, then asked to give her
account of the incident beside the road.
"I observed the subject driving recklessly down County Highway DS
heading in the direction of the village. I pursued and managed to force
him to pull over. When I approached the car he jumped out and attacked
me quite viciously, tearing at my clothing and squeezing my breasts. It
was all I could do to subdue him but I finally managed to restrain him,
then called for backup and had him taken to jail."
Bob's mind reeled in anger and confusion at this distorted account of
his arrest. Here he was alone in a strange place and helpless in the
clutches of women who obviously had an agenda for him that was most
unpleasant.
"Does the defense counsel have any questions?" asked the judge.
Bob felt a twinge of hope. They had appointed a lawyer for him!
"Nothing, your honor," said a woman that he guessed to be the brunette
at the other table. His heart sank.
"The prosecution rests, your honor."
"Ladies of the jury have you reached a verdict," asked the judge.
Bob lay there under the boot his breath taken away by the swiftness of
the injustice being dealt out to him.
Twelve female voices answered in unison: "Guilty!"
"The prisoner will rise," he heard the judge say.
The boot was lifted and a hand took his hair and yanked him back to his
knees.
"Sentencing recommendations will now be offered by counsel," the judge
went on.
The prosecutor stepped toward the bench and addressed the judge.
"This is a classic and all too typical case of testosterone dementia
your honor. Castration and a life term on the work farm seems an
appropriate penalty."
A rush of terror swept over Bob and he broke out in a cold sweat at the
casual way his cruel fate was being decided.
His "lawyer" now approached the bench to offer her recommendation.
"Although slight, I see a chance of rehabilitation in this prisoner. I
believe he should be afforded the opportunity to redeem himself and
take his rightful place under the domination of the superior gender and
serve his betters as is proper. I suggest a conference in chambers with
the judge and counsel where the prisoner may make his case for mercy
from the court."
"Very well," said the judge. "Bring him to my chambers."
The judge left the bench and walked through a door behind it. The two
lawyers followed her. Bob was led into the chamber by the two cops and
placed on his knees before the judge's desk. The cops left the room and
the lawyers sat in arm chairs on either side of him.
The judge sat at her desk looking at him with a mischievous twinkle in
her eye that was so different from her stern demeanor in court.
"Come around my desk!" she commanded.
Bob knee walked around the left end of the desk and when he turned the
corner he saw she had swiveled her chair to face him and had her robe
hiked up above her waist. She wore nothing underneath except her
stockings and garters. Bob hesitated.
"Come here!" she ordered and he approached with trepidation. When he
was in reach she grabbed his hair and pulled his face down to within
inches of the lush thatch of reddish dark hair that covered her loins.
"We are here to decide whether or not you keep your balls. You will now
serve each of us in our turn. I suggest you treat us as goddesses who
have you at their mercy and can take your balls at a whim because to
you that is what we are. If you pleasure us satisfactorily your
precious fruit may yet hang there awhile longer."
With that she pulled him down into her cunt. He reached out his tongue
seeking only to please, whimpering abjectly as he tasted the salty tang
of her womanhood. She was wet and eager and soon tugged his face upward
to where her rampant clit waited. He lavished his caresses upon it,
desperate to provide the ecstasy that might save him. She came with a
sudden rush of breath, her ample thighs clamping together on his head.
He kept his tongue working and she convulsed through several more
brutish climaxes before she shoved him away.She dug her shoe heel into
his chest and pushed him backward.
"What are you waiting for? Get over here!" he heard the Prosecutor say.
He turned to face her and saw her leaning back in the chair with her
skirt up and her legs spread out and draped over the arms. She too wore
no panties. Her thatch was trimmed neatly into a black triangle and her
mount was shaven, exposing the pink lips edged in black and the
brownish hood of her clit. Her anus was a black vortex between her
finely shaped cheeks.
He half fell on his face in his desperation to reach her and mollify
her annoyance with him. He face dived into her crotch and she took hold
of his hair, pushed his head downward and lifted his hips so his tongue
touched her asshole. Her desire was obvious and he ground his tongue
into the wrinkled orifice. He felt her give and his tongue slipped
inside. He wriggled it about vigorously and was rewarded with a moan of
pleasure and a clamping down on his tongue. She kept him busy there for
what seemed like forever but finally she shifted her hips forward and
guided him to her clit to signal that she was ready to take orgasm. Her
erectile tissues were engorged to the point where her clit was embedded
in a mass of hardened flesh.
"Hard!" she hissed and he ground his tongue upon her with urgent force.
Her body jerked and spasmed as her orgasmic tension mounted. Her body
shuddered then whipped about in the chair maniacally as cries of animal
pleasure were ripped from her. With a deep sigh she relaxed and pushed
him away.
Bob wasted no time. He turned to his lawyer and found her ready to
receive him and also impatient. She knelt backward in the chair
presenting her sumptuous behind to his face. Her thatch was full and
thick between her thighs and a ring of fine hair surrounded the brown
bud of her anus. He knew by now what was expected and he dug his tongue
in deep as she pressed backward to meet him. With one hand she reached
back to grab his hair and pull him tightly between her cheeks and with
the other she worked her clit hard. Her anus suddenly clenched and
twitched and she climaxed intensely, bucking and bouncing in the chair
shrieking "yes! yes!" until she collapsed and slid off the chair unto
the floor.
She stood up, dragged Bob back to kneel before the desk then sat back
down in her chair primly smoothing her hair and clothes. All three
women had now composed themselves and regained their official bearing.
The judge asked the lawyers to evaluate Bob. They were both undecided
and so was the judge. They decided a public referendum would be needed
to decide his fate. They returned to the courtroom, the prosecutor
leading Bob along by his balls and the judge made the announcement.
"We have elected to submit the fate of this prisoner to a public vote.
At sunrise tomorrow the prisoner will be led from the courthouse to the
town square where he will be chained in place. All citizens who wish to
participate in the polling may, at their convenience, visit the square
and require the prisoner to serve their pleasures in what manner they
may so choose. Each citizen may then, in accordance with her
satisfaction, cast her vote as to whether the prisoner shall be
castrated or allowed to keep his testes and remain on probationary
status indefinitely."
The defense attorney spoke: "As your honor is aware, another prisoner
who has failed in his efforts at rehabilitation is scheduled to be
castrated this very evening. The prisoner might benefit from observing
this punishment being carried out in order to motivate him to reform."
"So be it" said the judge. She rapped her gavel and the proceeding was
closed.
Bob was led back to his cell and shoved back inside. He lay in the dark
in a state of mixed relief and dread. He had been reprieved but now
faced the prospect of being forced to service all the women in town on
the same day but still might after all sacrifice his manhood. And soon
he would be forced to witness the cruel fate of one most likely no
different than himself who had one day been seduced by the scenic
beauty of County DS.
The door to his cell was opened all too soon and his keepers rousted
him and led him off down the hallway. They turned right this time and
led him to a winding staircase that led deep into the building. They
entered a circular chamber about forty feet across. In the middle of
the chamber was a large wooden table about two feet high. Straps and
restraints depended from it and in its center was a raised triangular
wooden block about six inches high a foot long and four inches wide at
the base. A large hole was drilled through it near the bottom and a
wide leather belt passed through the hole.
To the right, set up as a sort of amphitheater were about twenty large
leather chairs on two tiers, set up in such a way as to provide each
with a good view of the table. Each chair had a U-shaped indentation in
the center of the seat.
Directly across the chamber was a wooden pillory set up on a wooden
platform about the same height as the table. Bob was led to the pillory
and made to mount the platform on his knees. The pillory was opened and
his head was pushed through. There was a click and his neck was locked
in. He knelt there confined with a view of the center table and also
the rest of the room.
The jailers left the chamber but soon returned, each one pushing a
serving cart before her. On one cart were bottles of wine and champagne
in buckets of ice and on the other were plates of hors d' oeuvres. They
were placed on either side of the doorway and the jailers each took up
a position next to them as if ready to serve. The door to the chamber
stood open.
Bob heard voices and footsteps in the corridor and soon the judge
walked in accompanied by a tall blonde woman he had not seen before.
The judge had shed her robes and now wore only a tight black leather
corset that exposed and uplifted her heavy bare breasts. Below the
waist she was naked except for a pair of stiletto heeled black knee
boots. The blonde woman with her wore a black leather body suit that
exposed her loins and breasts. Each woman had a naked man crawling at
heel beside her like a dog, a leash and collar on his neck and a heavy
iron ball chained to his scrotum. The slave could drag the ball along,
albeit with some difficulty but any attempt to stand would pop his
scrotum and sever the testes.
The women walked over to the wine cart and were served tall glasses of
red wine by the jailer. They stepped over to the chairs and each sat
down, their slaves kneeling at their feet. They chatted amiably and Bob
heard the judge address her companion as "mayor."
More women began to arrive in pairs or small groups until twenty were
there. They were a mixed group of whites, blacks and Asians. All were
dressed as strong dominas and each had a slave at leash and balled and
chained... They sat or stood about the chamber sipping wine and
conversing casually. The prosecutor and defender were there as well as
the sergeant. They ignored the slaves for the most part but as time
went by and more wine was drunk Bob saw the mayor shove her slave onto
his back and rise from her chair. She squatted over his face and
emptied her bladder into his mouth without even looking down or
interrupting her conversation. She resumed her seat as if nothing had
happened. This became a common occurrence as time passed. A woman would
use her slave as a toilet casually and the slaves seemed trained to
serve perfectly.
There was a big clock on the wall and it was nearing midnight. The
women began to sit down one by one as the mood took them.
All were seated and the clock began to strike. A hush fell on the room
and all eyes turned to the doorway. Two jailers entered the room
leading the unfortunate victim. He was in shackles and led by a leash
on the balls. He was trembling and whimpering softly and pathetically
for mercy that would not be granted.
They made him crawl up on the table and lie on his back with his feet
facing the audience and the wood block between his legs. He was
strapped down tightly with ankles close together and arms at his sides.
His ball leash was removed and the belt in the block was tightened hard
around his balls so that his sack was stretched near the bursting point
and his balls lay exposed and vulnerable on the wood.
A shadow appeared in the doorway and a fearsome woman walked through it
into the chamber. She was tall, slender and olive skinned, naked but
for black, spike heeled thigh boots. She also led a groveling slave who
she made to kneel off to one side before she approached the victim.
Her coal black hair was tied on top of her head into a long braid that
extended to the middle of her back. From the thick black bush at her
loins a tattoo of a greenish slithering snake emerged and wound over
her taut belly and between her firm round breasts it's head stopping on
the left side of her face. The snake's face wore a leering forked
tongued grin. She was lean yet muscular and carried herself with a
serpentine grace. Her face held a terrifying beauty. She glanced at Bob
with eerie black eyes under dusky arching brows and his heart skipped
at the same time he became aware of the rampant erection he sported.
The woman exuded an animal magnetism, an irresistible eroticism and
pure cruelty. She approached him, hooked the sharp black polished nail
of her index finger under his chin and said: "They call me Viper.
Perhaps we will meet again here tomorrow evening and you will take the
place of honor. The thought of back to back castrations is most
pleasurable to me!"
She turned to the audience and spread her arms wide in greeting, then
turned and stepped up onto the table. She placed a foot either side of
the victim's head and looked down at him with disdain and spoke to him
derisively.
"So slave Alan you have finally outlived your welcome in the slave
dungeon and you now stand to lose your precious balls. I'm sure your
fate is well deserved but I am a merciful woman. I will honor you
worthless cock by allowing it to enter my body in the place you long
for. If I can ride your member to orgasm before you come you will be
reprieved."
Bob almost laughed in spite of himself at the woman's proposal. The
idea that any man could resist coming when coupled with this wild
succubus was ludicrous.
"But if you fail and come first, your balls are forfeit."
