Scenes of the Great Female Takeover pt. 2

Not many knew that the Institution for Non-submissive Boys was actually a huge privately owned corporation. The owner and CEO, Barbara Raubtier, a fabulously wealthy heiress and businesswoman from Germany, had a very hands-on approach to business. She liked to personally visit her establishments around the world, to keep taps on how tightly they were run. She had kept this habit up for the entirety of her career as the owner, since a young woman. Thirty-three years now, in fact.

And with each visit, she was in the habit of choosing a boy for her personal amusement. She did the choosing before arriving, from the company database of potential "clients", to make sure the local establishment had time to acquire the desired boy in question. She was a woman of specific tastes. In addition to the usual qualities expected of a boy, being really attractive and well-hung, he had to  also be a virgin who had just turned eighteen. Not only did she find boys to be at their most beautiful at that age, so soft innocent and vulnerable, but also being over three times the boy's age made her feel such power over him. She could see how her age frightened him. And that turned her on so very much.

And as for his virginity . . . well, she liked to break them in.

As the boy was brought over she gave him an appraising look. A very good-looking one. Maneuvered in the usual way, as she herself had dictated that boys should be taken from place to place: hands cuffed behind his back by the forearms, a spreader bar between his legs, gagged, one leash attached to a collar, another to his cock and balls. To maximize the sense of his new humiliated place.

"Good," Barbara said, taking a drag of her cigarette. "Bring him over."

His stumbled over awkwardly, led by the women. It always made them look (and feel) so helpless.

As they brought him over she stood. In heels, she was a little bit taller than him, but not by much. "Ja", she said to herself, looking him up and down. That youthful supple form, nicely tanned. A perfect body. "Sehr gut". She looked at his frightened face, perfect in every way, and smiled. Then looked at the other women. "He is very beautiful." And of course, she would not have it any other way. Only the hottest boys were ever good enough for her to play with. And with them, if she could, she liked to play until they were broken.

She laid a hand on his cheek and slowly ran it down his neck, over his shoulder, and all the way down his front. The boy flinched at her touch but the women kept him in place. Barbara felt herself get aroused by his sublime beauty. His youth and his fear. His skin smooth and soft. Hair removed. The boys in the custody of the Institution were without exception kept hairless and smooth and pleasant to the touch. With the permanent removal of their clothes and their body hair, any last shed of protection and dignity was taken from them. The boy was possession, an object of woman's pleasure. Subject to her will, desire and whim. He had no say. He had no rights. He had no protection. He was a plaything. And nothing more.

Barbara took another drag of her cigarette. Then started to tease his naked body with it. With a small cry, he tried to shy back. Only to be seized hard by the women.

"Hold still, bitch!" one of the hissed, grabbing him by the jaw.

"Keep him like that," Barbara said. She leaned in real close, stroking his gorgeous face. "Before you leave this place, boy," she said with her voice of velvet iron, "you will learn to accept whatever a woman wants done to you. You are possession." She lowered the hand to softly catch his limp cock in her fingertips. "And will be treated as such."

The women were visibly amused. All at least twice his age, as the staff here tended to be. Lovers of vulnerable young beauty to a woman. They enjoyed his fear, their power over him.

Barbara took hold of his genital leash and sat down. She pulled him up close. Started to tease his cock with the cigarette. Touching only very lightly. The cock was nicely sized and shaped even when limp. The medical pictures in his profile had informed that erect it was simply magnificent! "Whatever we want," she said, "We will do." She grabbed the cock with her free hand and pulled back the foreskin. "Hold him tight." She blew on the tip of her cigarette. The women held him hard by the arms and legs. One took a handful of his hair, pulling his head back.

As Barbara started to lightly tap on the exposed cock-head with the glowing tip, he made adorable little sounds of distress, twitching in the women's hold. "This is ours. To do with as we please. To hurt as we like."

She did this for maybe half a minute, enjoying both the agony of the boy and the glee of the women. Once done, she took another drag and rose. She studied the lovely young thing, blowing the smoke on him. "Take him to a study." That's what she called the treatment rooms. After all, they were studying the boys in a way. Studying their bodies."Get him strapped down. Make him hard for us."

The women took the boy and she sat down to finish her cigarette. Smiling to herself as she prepared for the fun to come.

She would have sex with the boy. Lots of sex. Using him till morning. "Who needs sleep when you can fuck a fresh, young beauty?" as she always said, an adage learnt from her own mother.

But before sex, there was always torture.