Scenes of the Great Female Takeover pt. 2

Since the Great Female Takeover, coming of age for attractive boys hasn't quite been the same.

Emma Beauvoir, whom everyone called Madame Beauvoir, watched with a pleased smile as the latest of the Manor's arrivals, a beautiful naked boy in a leash, was being walked over on all fours. The Manor, simply put, was a place where they set boys straight and taught them their place in today's society's ecosystem. The Madam was in charge of the place. So, naturally, she always wanted to take in the new boy when one arrived. And, she was pleased to note, this one was very pleasing to the eye indeed. The Manor had strict demands for its boys, of course, and this one seemed to meet those with flying colors.

"What have we here," she said as the boy's handler brought him. "Hello there, young man, and welcome to your new home. You will address me as 'Madame'. And I will address you as 'boy'. And you will do exactly as we tell you here. You understand?"

The boy didn't reply, of course, gagged as he was. He did look pleasantly frightened. They usually did. And not without good reason.

Like all their customers, the legal guardians of the boy had sent him here for the summer to be shown his place in the world. To be fully acquainted to the world sexuality, which was to say all the ways he could bring pleasure to any woman who had the rights to him. Sometimes it was just one woman, sometimes a few. Other times, his role was to serve a host of women, a public servant of sorts. Whatever the case, the demands of today's women could be . . . well, demanding. In a place like this, a boy would learn all of them without exception. Their curriculum here was as famous as it was rigorous. No indolent or unprepared boy ever left the Manor, they made sure of it.

"Well, then." Madame Beauvoir took the leash from the handler. "Let us not delay one bit longer. It's time for your first lesson right away." Looking at him, she simply could not wait to get started on him.

And she led him in inside the Manor, where an eager staff waited.

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Anton had never felt this scared and helpless in his entire life. Wrists attached to a bar hanging from the ceiling, lifted so that he needed to be slightly on tiptoes. Legs spread out by another bar between his legs, ankles fastened to the floor. In a basement dungeon filled with evil-looking devices the general purpose of which left no room for guessing.

He knew the score. Whatever happened to him, he needed to simply take it. And he needed to do as he was told. Whatever bad things would happen to him, he knew well it could always be a lot worse. And should he give reason to it, they would too.

Which didn't make the present moment any easier to bear. The horrible woman, the Madame, stood in front of him, smiling that truly terrifying smile. His body was filled with terror and terrible arousal. He was scared and aroused, and aroused because of the fear. Cock standing up ramrod-stiff and totally defenseless.

Madame eyed him, pleased, having just finished setting him up into this position. He felt so exposed, so bared, so vulnerable. He was.

"There we go, you lovely thing," she said. "Now, let's have a look at you while we wait for the others." Anton's skin crawled at the touch of her hands, which started to feel all over as she slowly circled him "You truly are an exquisitely made thing. A real treat. We will be taking extra good care of you here." She snickered evilly.

She went behind him. Anton gasped as her hands went around his aching cock. "Mm-mm, so nice and big. *laugh* And hard. Oh yes, this will be getting such careful attention." She raked her long nails across the shaft, making him whimper. She giggled at this.

Then she circled back to stand before him. She reached out to catch both of his nipples in the tips of her fingers, and started to toy with them.

Anton let out a gasp at the sensation. It was awful. This intense tingling spreading out and coursing throughout his body: particularly making his cock feel intolerably, achingly hard and hypersensitive. He could feel as it began to twitch involuntarily. The feeling was deep arousal - only turned on his head somehow, perverted. Like pain, just not quite. It defied words. But it was a wholly loathsome sensation nonetheless.

"Look at me!" the Madame snapped as Anton closed his eyes. He had no choice but to comply. "I want to see all of you," she said. "Here, you will hold nothing from us. We own you, inside and out. You will obey and you will receive, that is all you are allowed."

She continued gleefully. All Anton was able to do is hang there and look into those malicious eyes, whimpering as the awful feeling ravished him. "Hmm, I can see your body is quite receptive. Promising." The horrible woman kept her attention right on the nipples.

He desperately wanted the feeling to stop, knowing he could not make it stop and that only made it worse. And he could see in the Madame's face that she knew this and took great pleasure in it. His suffering brought her immense joy. And he knew for a fact that she would have lots of it to administer to him - and this was not even the beginning of it.

A heaving sob of despair escaped him as his full situation suddenly seemed to dawn on him.

"Aww," the Madame said. Laughed. "Good boy."

The feeling only grew. He was painfully, desperately aware of his aching, helplessly throbbing cock. If someone touched it now he might not be able to take it.

Then the door opened, and more women walked in. Each of them looking more terrifying that the last. Tall, imposing. Leering at him all helpless there, as they filed in the room. There were so many of them! Women much older than him. With grins of wolves surrounding a fallen lamb.

The door slammed shut. The sound of his doom. At least the Madame had let go of his nipples now.

They were then all around him.

"Very lovely," said one.

More hands felt about his nakedness.

"Hot body," one said.

"A luscious ass!" said another, drawing a gasp from Anton as she grabbed it with two sharp-nailed hands.

Laughing.

A hand clutched his hair.

"Is he ready for our first session?"

"I very much doubt it," the Madame said.

The woman who had asked, stroked his face with the back of one long-fingered hand. A nasty smile spreading to her lips. "I hope you're right."

"Oh, I'm quite sure." The Madame suddenly reached out to grab his cock and balls, hard. After the attention on his nipples, the feeling was almost too much. It made him whimper involuntarily. The Madame grinned wide, chuckling low in her throat.

As the terrible women then began to unleash agony upon him, it turned out the Madame was more right than she could have possibly known.

And this was only the first session!

The boy started as the dungeon's heavy door slammed closed behind the last lady to enter. His fate was sealed. He was now at their mercy, or lack therof.

The Madame savored every moment of this. These wonderful minutes when it was all fresh for the boy, the horror ahead only a crushing certainty looming before him but still without the actual pain. It was a devoius form of torture in itself.

Surrounded, the boys made such beautiful music as she then grabbed him firmly by his intimated parts.

"My my," said Cariah behind him, "who's making such a delicious whimper for us?" She pressed herself against the boy's back, her hands sneaking up to his front and going for his nipples. The whimpering gained in intensity. "Ohh, yes. That's even better. *chuckle* We love that sound, don't we?"

"Oh yes!" said Alessandra, her sentiment echoed by others.

"So vulnerable," cooed Cariah as her fingers wrested those lovely sounds out of the boy. "So helpless. So sexy! *giggle*" She pressed her face against him. "Mmm, you smell nice."

Alessandra grabbed his hair with one hand and caressed his face with another. "Such a beautiful boy you are."

When Evangeline came to stand next to him, the boy seemed to know already what to expect. He then reacted as expected as she wrapped her long slender fingers around the shaft of his big cock. Greatly pleased by the reaction, the woman then proceeded to squirt oil onto the cock and rub it in slowly and deliberately. He moaned and spasmed as she circled her fingers around the juicy head. Such a strong reaction for simply having it be stroked. Promising. "Mmmm," said Evangeline, both hands around the cock, "this is a really pretty one."

"It's very well-formed," agreed the Madame.

"We like that," Alessandra said.

"Are you gonna cum for us already?" asked Evangeline as he reacted stronger and stronger. She let out a delightfully evil laugh. "And we haven't even begun."

"Eyes open!" Alessandra barked, grabbing the boy's face harder. "You will look at your mistresses when they work on you."

"I did tell you about you belonging to us," said the Madame, "inside and out. This is what that looks like."

There was such a lovely look in his eyes. Went perfectly with his overall naked, restrained loveliness. Playing with gorgeous helpless boys was the most enticing drug, and the ladies here were all hopeless addicts.

The rest were around, watching intently. There was undeniable beauty in the first time a boy was being played with. When everything was still fresh and unknown to him. Reactions of this one was sure wonderful. And experience said that how a boy reacted to this sort of simulation of his intimate parts was very indicative of how he would react once they started employing less . . .  gentle methods.

All this promised very fun and sexy times ahead of them!

"Here we go," said Evangeline. The boy was shaking, keening desperately. Thaty look in eyes as he knew he could not stop it, made the Madame gush.

And so he came. Violently. It was extactic, just watching his delicious body writhing and shaking. That big cock growing even bigger as it shot its load. "Oh no, you're not going anywhere," said the Madame, making sure he staid right where he was. "This is the best part."

It was a while that they kept the stimulation, the delicious post-orgasm torture. Then Evangeline, with a laugh, finaly released the cock from her torture.

"Aww." The Madame ran a finger across the sobbing, panting boy's wet, hard cock. "Bad boy. No one told you to cum. Did you?" she asked the others, whom replied in negatively. "Tsk tsk. That earns you a stint of the Table, young man."

"Ooooo," Evangeline grinned, "just arrived and already the Table. That's wicked. I love it!"

"Don't worry," the Madame told the boy, "on the Table you get to cum all you want. In fact, you won't be able to help it." Electricity, on low current and high voltage, applied lovingly and diligently to the erogenous zones tended to do that to a well-drugged boy. Without exception they disliked the experience very, very much. But then that's what the restraints and gags were for. "Although I'm afraid you won't much enjoy it. But rest assured that we will do enjoying enough to compensate." Madame worked her finger on the cock, circled the long-nailed tip around the slick, large head. Murmuring a wicked laugh at his rections. So sensitive! "Then after that we can begin with your oral lessons. Put that pretty mouth to work. And while you learn your way around our pussies and asses, we can also take a look at that pesky virginity of yours." Or virginities, as his asshole would also get to know their selection of strap ons.

"When they day is done," said Cariah in his ear, "you will know a whole lot more about your body. Or at least we will."

Laughter.

The Madame stepped back, enjoying watching the boy's despair as the ladies' eager hands were all over his beautifully fit, smooth-skinned, sexy naked body of his. Or theirs.

He was ALL theirs!

"Okay, then," she said finally. "Let's get you nice and strapped down so we may begin."