Cruel and Unusual Punishment

B'Linda's Third Interlude: Cruel and Unusual Punishment

Things are definitely looking up.

Not only did I just receive some fantastic news from overseas, I�ve just had the most exhilarating sexual experience of my life. Now normally I don�t go in for threesomes, or group sex of any kind -- I like to be in total control of one meekly submissive partner and that�s it. But these were kind of special circumstances.

I�d recently heard from relatives of mine back in the �old country� (quaint term, that) who called me with the most unbelievably glorious news. It seems our family, long stripped of power and prestige and crushed into hiding and flight by communist oppression, is now being restored to prominence. National and ethnic pride is stirring a great crusade over there, and the spoils of war are being used to finance our comeback. It seems our fortunes are being raised on both the blood of the Turks and the ashes of the abhorrent old socialist system. Whatever. Politics aside, what it means is no more working for a living, no more limited means. I�ll soon enjoy all the privileges and possibilities of ex-patriot royalty. Finally! I suppose it�s my impatience for power and dissatisfaction with living modestly that�s been fueling my amazing sex drive lately, but that didn�t stop me from celebrating the wonderful news in the way I�ve come to love the most.

I immediately went on a shopping spree: stocking my �seduction room� with some much needed hardware and preparing some special surprises for guests. Then I went out hunting. Little did I know the most important element of my incredible evening would come looking for me.

Before long I�d picked up this shy, sweet, deliciously leggy and petite young woman rather enticingly named Keri Colts, and brought her back to my place. I was, in my usual inimitable fashion, introducing her to the pleasures of violent lesbian sex when she suddenly screamed.

Now that wasn�t so unusual -- she�d been screaming more or less since I first stuck her with my big rubber prick. But this was a scream of surprise, not of desperate, terrified arousal, and so I spun around. There, peeking into the room and watching us fuck was a worthless male, in fact the same disabled one I�d been brutally dominating for weeks. I couldn�t believe he�d actually snuck into my house.

The way I�d been freely using Slut-boy here for my every twisted pleasure I�d thought him totally cowed, terrified of me but unable to resist my potent sexuality. Yet there he was, daring to seek me out, daring to spy on me. And what�s more, his pants were around his knees and his dick was in his hand. Even as I suddenly caught him sitting there spying on us and jerking himself he came uncontrollably, spewing his dirty seed out on my floor.

Of course, there was no way in hell I could let him get away with that, and so I leaped up, my huge tits bouncing, and raced across the room. Paralyzed with more than just shock and fear, Slut-boy watched me come, his eyes cringing from my enraged face to my heavily bobbing breasts to the long rubber dildo fastened at my crotch.

Immediately I grabbed him by his once-broken neck and his deflating prick, dragged him across the room and just flung him onto the bed next to Keri. There we chained him out naked and quickly began devising fit punishment for his sins.

First I thoroughly whipped him, lashing angry red stripes onto his helpless flesh for nearly half an hour, until he finally regained his erection. Then we literally attacked him sexually. After a bit of foreplay, Keri sat on his face, grinding her pussy down into it and forcing him to service her, while I moved in and spread apart his legs.

This party was girls only -- if he was going to crash it he�d have to play one himself. So I fucked him, sliding my hard rubber cock deep up into his asshole, ignoring his groan of pain and making him take it like a woman. Then, pumping up into his chained and straddled body, I faced little Keri over his worthless swollen man-cock and ordered her to service my giant breasts.

She cupped one, needing both hands to do it, and started sucking at the nipple.

Naturally I have huge pink nipples atop my generous breasts, but Keri Colts took that entire big arrowhead deep into her mouth, sucking it so hard I thought it was going to come off. She moaned fetchingly as she did so, rubbing her cunt in our little man�s face. But with her wet pussy smothering him and my big hard cock raping his ass, his own stiff prick just kept getting bigger and harder and redder.

That pissed me off mightily, and so I picked up the pace, spearing angrily up into him: making him grunt and groan and squeal like the stuck little pig that he was. Soon I had his ridiculous little potbelly jiggling like jello with the force of my thrusts. But the harder I fucked him the more he seemed to get off on it. The faggy little pig-slut pussy-toy actually seemed to like playing the girl, so I immediately decided to make him into one.�

I pulled out, and ordered Keri off his face. As he lay there groveling beneath us I told her what I had in mind. She loved it of course -- she�d have loved anything I suggested, or been sorry she didn�t. So I got some lingerie and she went to work making up his face.

She painted him up like a whore, heavily rouging his cheeks and applying eye shadow, mascara and bright red lipstick. Pink press-on nails came next, as well as false eyelashes kept handy for just such occasions. Meanwhile I dressed him up, putting on white net stockings and garters, a white silk teddy, finally pulling a pair of sheer silk panties tightly up and over his hugely straining erection.

He struggled, of course, pleading with us. But with every whiny protest his dick just throbbed harder and harder against those confining panties, and his breath came in quick, excited little gasps. Next I put one of my tightest, laciest bras on him, and with sadistic invention Keri filled a couple of left over party balloons with warm water. These she crammed inside the cups for tits. Then we braided his longish brown hair into girly little pigtails, jammed shiny black pumps on his feet and literally drenched him with cheap perfume. At last we had our own slutty little she-male to play with. The only difference between us was the manly spike of his cock, so we �rectified� that by searching through my extensive collection and strapping on the biggest, scariest-looking dildoes we could find. Then we just fucking fell on him.

First little Keri stuck her huge cock in his mouth, positioning him facedown before her on the bed and making him lick and suck and slurp on it, smearing his pretty red lipstick. Then she forced it deeper, grabbing him by the hair, yanking back his head and just thrusting it down his throat.

Great goddess! For a moment I just stood there, entranced. I could hardly believe my eyes. Whatever happened to the shy, meekly submissive little treat I�d been enjoying? Having this helpless man to torment seemed to have brought out some evil, hidden monster in this Keri. She�d purposefully chosen the biggest, hardest dildo I owned: a massive, twelve-by-two inch cock-club made of antique Japanese ivory.

A deadly relic of the imperial past, that monster, rock-hard phallus was curved up like a cylindrical samurai and would�ve gagged any professional sword-swallower. Yet innocent little Keri wielded it savagely, exuberantly, as if she�d been waiting all her life to grow such a formidable member. And I do mean formidable. Huge and hard and yet eerily life-like, securely mounted in an adjustable leather crotch-harness, that giant ivory cock stuck out from Keri�s slender, willowy young body like a brutally truncated tree limb. Nevertheless she forced it on him, and somehow our weak little man-slut managed to accommodate it. His shiny red lips stretched wide around the shaft, as she gigglingly crammed it into his mouth. Right away he started sucking.

Sweet mother above, this was great! Yet tender little Keri wasn�t content to just violate her prey. Somehow she also instinctively knew the worst possible way to rub it in.

�Look at him, B�Linda!� she shrieked down into his urgently suckling face. �What a faggy little Slut-boy! I think he likes sucking cock! I think he loves it! Don�t you, Cocksucker? Don�t you?� She ground her hips and pulled on his pigtails, making him nod up and down, roughly swiveling his head around his mouthful of hard ivory cock.

�Of course he does!� I managed to put in. �I taught him how to eat man-meat myself less than a week ago! You should have seen it! The fucking piggy little Slut-boy came right in his own mouth! And after he swallowed it all and sucked himself dry, he told me how good it was! How he wanted more, how he wished I could spew in his worthless face! Are you kidding me? He sucks cock like a champion slut!�

Slut-boy whimpered with shame and acknowledgment at these revelations, but he didn�t back off on delivering his blowjob. Keri Colts didn�t give him a chance.

�He what? He came right in his own mouth? He swallowed it all? He liked it?! What a slattern!� Gleefully she raged at him, thrusting forward and skewering his red-hot face. �COCKSUCKER!! You like it huh? You like it that much? Well take it then, Slut-boy! Take it ALL!�

Proudly erect, her huge, stiffly pointed nipples stood sharply out from Keri�s taut little breasts, betraying the depth of her excitement. Still they grew harder, darker, more prominent, sprouting ducts and goose-bumps as she continued to thrust herself in, deeper and deeper, using the prettily-ribboned pigtails of Slut-boy�s hair to stretch his head way back and open his helpless throat as wide as possible. Then cruelly, methodically she fucked her way into him, using all twelve inches of it, gagging the little Slut-boy mercilessly and laughing with sadistic derision at the helpless retching sounds he made.

Now that�s what I call punishment! Little Keri Colts certainly seemed to be getting the hang of this female domination thing. I had no idea where such blazing, instinctive passions came from, but she was definitely a girl after my own heart. Not to be outdone, I moved around behind Slut-boy myself and once again took him in the ass. Yanking down his panties, I forced apart his cheeks and just hammered my favorite long, thick, heavy black strap-on deep up into his openly gaping back door. Then together and in rhythm we pounded viciously into him, impaling him from both ends, kneeling face-to-face and watching each others� breasts bounce as we fucked, making him grunt and groan and gasp and retch and whimper like a baby around the giant cock filling his throat.

Ah sisters, what outrageous fun. Like a pair of vengeful demon goddesses we showed him what it really means to be a woman, in strict, brutally intimate terms. Finally that shy, sweet little girl Keri was so turned on and excited by his obvious joyful pain; so flushed and exhilarated and exalted by the stunning spectacle of Slut-Boy�s extreme (yet utterly willing) humiliation, that I had to call a temporary halt to the festivities so that I could fuck some sense into her. But then, after I bent her over and pounded her to several unbelievably intense, utterly mind-blowing orgasms, I finally had her ready to dish it out again. Then the spying little slut�s just punishment resumed.

Fully in command, we released him from his bonds, and for a while there we just amused ourselves, making Slut-boy pose before us in his high heels and his tits and his lingerie, making him study and examine every degrading detail of his willing transvestitism in the three surrounding mirrors. Soon we were making him pretend all kinds of feminine traits, making him bat his eyes and caress himself, making him primp and preen and comport around, even finger-fuck his open little butt-hole. We forced him to sit there and perform his ridiculous body before us (and the mirrors, and what was behind them) like a 10-cent hooker, and soon his red-hot face was so flushed with arousal and shame that it was obvious even through the thick make-up. Nor was that all. Slut-boy�s hard, disobedient penis once again tented out his panties like an eight-inch Indian lodge-pole. Pulsating in its confinement, it left a growing, transparent spot of wetness where its leaking tip rubbed constantly back and forth against the tight silk.

That impudent little bastard! It was obvious that he was enjoying himself, daring to get off on his own debasement. So then of course we got mad, and really put it to him. Chaining him back up, we took him roughly, urgently, for hours, swapping turns and holes and dildoes and positions in endless combination.

Together we fucked him absolutely upside-down and inside-out, repaying uncounted eons of male domination all in one brutal, ass-jabbing, mouth-stabbing, god-sodomizing night. Finally we had him so cored out open that I was at last able to drill that big, thick 12-inch Japanese monster-cock all the way up into his tender little rectum with every bit of my considerable power.

My goddess, I can still hardly believe that thing even fit. That gigantic ivory prick is so huge and hard and unyielding that I rarely dare use it, even for my own hungry cunt, and with good reason. Besides being both uncommonly thick and long, the heavy, rock-hard shaft of it ends in a bulbous, life-like head the size of a small fist.

Such a dangerous combination of shape, size and uncompromising hardness is devastatingly potent. Yet after several wild weeks of violent sexual abuse -- and several escalating hours of brutally vicious corn-holing -- I finally felt the guilty, crippled little shit beneath me was ready for the worst kind of treatment I could possibly dish out. So with a cruel, wicked laugh of relish at his sheer bug-eyed terror, I finally strapped that monster on and prepared to mount him.

Once again I pulled Slut-Boy�s now ripped and frayed panties aside and ordered little Keri to take up her position astride his face. She straddled him immediately, anchoring his heels under each arm and raising up his slick, openly dilated hole. Then, despite his reluctant body�s incredibly stiff resistance, I somehow forced that big Norseman�s warclub deep inside his already reamed-out rectum.�

I really don�t know how I did it. It certainly wasn�t easy. It took several long minutes of thrusting and pumping, lunging and heaving and grinding in circles, but nevertheless I eventually had him loose enough inside to take it all. Then I planted my weight and began pounding away, bludgeoning my giant rock-cock brutally, mercilessly up into him, wielding that monstrous penis-bone like some kind of deadly weapon.

And oh my goddess, oh my sisters, what a weapon! Stabbing deep up into Slut-boy�s vulnerable lower body, that wicked ivory sword began to look like an rampaging bull elephant�s goring tusk: repeatedly spearing upward and gouging the life from some idiot interloper. Deeper and deeper, harder and harder, I hammered my powerful body forward, over and over, watching in ecstatic disbelief as more and more of my monstrous cock-shaft disappeared up into the chained, silk-clad body of my hapless bleating victim. Still, said victim eventually took it all, every inch, tears of pain streaming from his eyes. And all the moaning, yelping, weeping while, his hard little prick kept bobbing and straining, standing upright and rubbing insistently against that tight, sticky-wet spot of restraining silk.

For some odd reason, seeing that turned me on even more, and so instead of backing off I continued to pound away, tearing deeper and deeper and deeper up into him. And of course, the more I tore my Slut-boy up inside, the easier it became to do so. Possessed by my rampaging lust, I cruelly, mercilessly picked up the pace, and aided by the best natural lubricant around I my viciously gored my unstoppable way inside.

Soon I had my Slut-Boy howling out his horrible pain and need so unabashedly and childishly that I wasn�t the least bit surprised when he finally burst into barking, downright hysterical sobs. That made me think of the three new digital disc recorders and video cameras, hidden above the bed and behind the sidewall and headboard mirrors, and I laughed with sadistic delight. The secret knowledge supplied me with a little extra-zealous burst of energy, as I lunged and plunged and worked my manic, pneumatic hips.

I was damn glad to be getting this on disc! The first fruits of my ascension to power were finally being realized. Here I was, using a rock-hard, elephant-sized cock to brutally sodomize this helpless, sobbing, yet obviously painfully erect German-American male prisoner: viciously fucking this captured spy far beyond any sane notion of acceptable sexual contact. And yet all the time he was taking it, willingly dressed up to look like a slutty little girl and begging me for more, more! What an incredible rush! I almost couldn�t believe it was happening, and I definitely wanted a good recording of it to hold over his head � not to mention watch over and over again in the coming years! As I said, it was the most exciting, most undeniably exhilarating sexual experience of my life. It seemed like a glorious eternity that I loomed there over Slut-Boy�s pathetically dressed-up body: panting for breath, plunging my hips, continuing to pound and pound away, fucking my cross-dressed little she-male practically to death with my massive, goddess-size phallus.

More and more blood trickled out of Slut-boy�s gaping ass, betraying the extent of his harm, yet still the little pig�s prick did constant push-ups in his panties. Unbelievable. Meanwhile my sexy little treat Keri -- hereafter to be forever known by the honorific �Little Keri Colts� -- writhed and wriggled fetchingly atop his face. Holding his body steady, smothering him with her pussy, she muffled his pathetic sobs, kept his helpless legs spread firmly up and apart and constantly egged me on.

�C�mon, fuck him Mistress!� she screamed. �Fuck him harder, harder! Split him in two!��

She�d definitely earned her title, and the sight and sound of such eager young excitement spurred me on and on, driving me to even greater and greater efforts, until I indeed began to wonder if Slut-boy here would even survive it. But finally, as my intense, punishing anal assault at last climaxed in an incredibly sustained, brutally manic fuck-frenzy, that bobbing, straining, tightly contained little piggy-pecker suddenly started its tell-tale shaking and shuddering. Then at last my faggy little torture-pet Slut-boy spewed out his filthy hot load: confirming his endless debt to me by miserably crying out his pain and shame and pumping thick, hot white come all over the inside of those pretty silk panties.

Well, Keri and I had each had several orgasms by then, so we finally decided to release him. Still, I refused to return his clothes (what was left of them anyway), forcing Slut-boy to make his way home just as he was: fucked bow-legged and bloody and wearing thick, slutty-smeared make-up, fake eyelashes and fingernails, hair ribbons and high heels and blood-soaked, come-soiled female lingerie.

Of course, before we let him go we first mercilessly humiliated him one last time, calling him Slut-boy and Cocksucker and all kinds of other derisive names, taunting him and asking, �Did we pop his cherry for him, or was it just his period?� At my sweet Little Keri�s sly suggestion I took my lipstick then, and after carefully marking his big water-balloon boobs with easily distinctive red nipples, I ordered the disgusting little cock-slave to wear and preserve them -- along with the rest of his outfit -- all the way home. Together we threatened of dire consequences if every last piece wasn�t available for inspection -- and possible wear -- on my next visit. Then at last we pushed Slut-Boy rudely out in the street and slammed the fucking door behind him.�

I don�t think he�ll come around spying again. Then again, who knows? Maybe he loved it as much as we did. I sure seem to have done a fuck of a good job transforming him!

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