Scenes of the Great Female Takeover pt. 2

"On your knees, boy!"

The stunningly beautiful naked young thing dropped down without delay, otherwise staying exactly in the same position.

Athena smiled. "Good boy. Now, look at me."

Nothing. He stared sullenly at the cold concrete floor.

Athena gave a nod to Eliza.

The woman grabbed the boy by the hair and chin and forced his face up. "Look at your owner when she commands you, bitch!"

Athena's smile grew. "There. That wasn't so difficult." She appraised him. "My my, you are lovely." The fear and humiliation on that gorgeous face was so arousing to see.

In the world of the Great Female Takeover, boys under 25 had no legal rights. To disobey his legal guardians, owners who had paid good money for him, would be a serious offence. Raising a hand against them, or anything in the vein, would be very very serious.

"Why don't you get him ready for us, dear," said Athena, throwing a collar to Eliza.

Eliza put the pink collar on the boy. "Mmmm-mmm," she said, "aren't you pretty with that on. It marks you as our possession. Means you belong to us now, beautiful one." With a long-clawed hand, she grabbed his face. "And we can do whatever we want to you. She brushed his lips with one long, spindly finger. "This pretty mouth will know lots of use. Now, get up!" She pulled the boy on his feet by his hair.

Athena got up and sailed over. "My my," she mused, putting her hands on his exquisite body. Slid them down to grab ahold of his flaccid but still large cock. Brushed her long black nails against the sensitive skin. "Such a lovely toy for us to play with." She gave the cock a a slap. "It's ours now. Like the rest of you." Hands traveled up his body again. "Our beautiful, beautiful toy."

Eliza caught the boy's arms behind him with one of hers. With her free hand she grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. "You're like candy. So delicious!" She nibbled at his ear, then neck. "We're gonna have such fun with you."

Slowly stroking his cock and balls, Athena said, "There are ladies coming over. Ladies as every bit as nice as the two of us. We promised to show off our latest plaything. And they wanna play too. They'll be over any minute. So why don't we get you set up."

They stood him at the center of the playroom, his hands cuffed to a chain coming from the ceiling and his legs spread out by a spreader bar. Then they gave him a nasal-spray of drug which immediately caused his handsome cock to prick up even more handsomely. Also made him really aroused, but in no way that he enjoyed. Pleasure, at this day and age, was the privilege of women. They applied NerviX oil onto the cock to increase sensitivity and to make it nice and slippery to handle.

"Mmmm," Athena said as he was ready for them, "look at you. Naked, helpless, erect and all spread-out for us. Like a beautiful young boy ought to be. Our friends will be so thrilled to get to play with you. As are we."

The two women came at him from each side, Eliza behind and Athena in front. Eliza caressed his sensitive nipples, causing him to whimper. Athena went for his cock, making him whimper even more. The many rings on her fingers all had little studs on the palm side. She rubbed them carefully against the large, sensitive head.

The boy moaned and whimpered and his body twitched an twisted in their minds, all for the ladies' immense pleasure. Playing with a toy was, after all, all about causing him to react. There was such exquisite beauty in a well-built naked body of a young man as it reacted to intense stimulation, unable to avoid it yet still desperately trying.

Then the doorbell rang upstairs.

"Ah," Athena said brightly, "there they are now."

Eliza went to get the door and Athena repositioned herself behind the boy. She grabbed his cock and balls. "Are you scared?" she breathed in his ear. "It's ok to be scared. Just look around at the things here. Our toys. Yes. it's gonna hurt." She raked her nails slowly up and down that big, stiff penis. "It's gonna hurt quite a bit. But there's nothing you can do stop any of it."

By the time the group of four gleeful women came downstairs, very impressed by the loveliness of his face body and cock, the boy was already whimpering and pleading. Surely the look of them, and the way they looked at him, didn't do anything to soothe him. So desperately outnumbered. So completely defenseless.

"That's a good boy," Athena cooed. "You already know exactly what we like to hear."

The women took a good look at him. All of them, like Eliza and Athena, dressed in the style that these days proclaimed, "I like to hurt boys". Adopted from the dominatrix style of old. Although sexual sadism was far from a rare trait in modern women, there was a large subculture that was especially dedicated to art of "painful sexual stimulation" of hot young men. They all belonged to that subculture. Whenever a young male  saw a woman dressed like it, there was genuine terror in his eyes. And for good reason. The style sent a powerful message. It said, if a boy had the misfortune of finding himself in the clutches of such females, he had quite an intense experience to look forward to, one he could not avoid and would never ever be able forget. And should he find himself in the ownership of such women . . . well, this boy would be soon learning what that was like as well.

"Aww, is he a bit shy," said Diandra.

"He is afraid," said Lilah with pleased grin.

"Oh, that's sweet. It's alright to be scared, boy."

"You should be," added Kehlani. "Such a gorgeous young thing, we're not going to let off easy."

"Where's Barbara?" asked Athena.

"She's parking the car. She'll be right up."

True enough, at that was the sound of steps and the fifth woman appeared. "Sorry im late-- Oh, wow. He's amazing!"

"Isn't he?"

"Look at that big cock!"

"Mmmm. Yeah. it's beautiful."

"Well, let's have a closer look at him."

And the the frightened, whimpering boy found himself completely surrounded, overwhelmed by eager hands feeling all over his utterly gorgeous, utterly vulnerable naked body. Hands with full, unhampered access to all of his smooth, youthful loveliness. Face, hair, ass, legs, pecks, nipples, abs . . .

"Such a beauty he is."

"Like a piece of candy."

"Just the perfect body."

"And this gorgeous face! Ohh, la-la!"

Giggle

"What perfect pussy-eating lips these are."

"They'll be busy later."

"This ass is a work of art!"

"Really is! I just wanna beat it raw and then rape the shit out of it."

"Awww. *laugh* he's scared of us."

"Then he is smarter than he looks."

Laugh

"Aw, it's ok, honey. You're drop dead gorgeous, and that's all we care about."

Unsurprisingly, that handsome cock was a most popular target of attention, eagerly invaded by their hands, as were his balls.

"What a lovely plaything you have here. So thick and long!"

"And so hard for us."

"Just delicious."

"Aw. I'm not sure it likes the attention."

"Well, that's too bad. Cause it will be getting it. Lots of it."

Laugh.

"Maybe we should make him a bit more comfortable. I say we strap him to that table."

"An excellent idea!"

And thus the ladies began their wicked games on their sexy, helpless young toy

The women were visibly thrilld having this stunningly beautiful young thing's perfect naked body restrained at their mercy. Grinning and giggling at his delicious gagged whimpering as they teased that gorgeous rock-hard cock of his with their crops.

"Awww." Barbara, holding the cock, giggled low in her throat. "It's twitcing."

"Are you scared, boy?"

"He ought to be."

Laugh.

Competely surrounded, tightly secured to the table, naked, hopelessly aroused, and utterly helpless. Poor boy: such a specimen of physical perfection was destined to a life of a plaything. And here he was, in a well equipped dungeon full of toys and devices dedicated to causing all manner of pain and discomfort to such a specimen, in the hands of sadistic older women who loved nothing better than doing just that.

"What a a lovely juicy big head."

"Oh it's simply beautiful."

All three crops then caressed the cockhead. Eliza, sqatting beside the boy's other head, caressing his beautiful face, giggled. "Aww. Is it sensitive? Mmm? Bet it is. It's the best part! So . . . vulnerable and defenseless without the foreskin protecting it.

"Lemme try," Barbara said. The crops gave way for her to trace one long nail up the cock. "Ahh, yeah." She ran the nail of her forefinger around the glans, drawing a lovely reaction from the boy. "It's sensitive alright."

Here," Athena said, bringing a bottle of NerviX oil, "maybe make it even more so. Or at least nice and slick for us."

Barabara smiled wide as she rubbed the oil in with both hands. She was a particular efficinado of manual torture. "Can I please make him cum?" she said then, predicably.

"Perhaps after we sensitize it a bit." A round of hot wax and whipping was always a good way to get things rolling.

Eliza, now toying with his cute nipples, pressed her mouth on the boy's ear. "Oh yes, little one. We're now going to torture your beautiful cock. And there's nothing you can do about it. *giggle* That's right. Just lie there in your restraints and cry for us like a good boy."

"He's so beautiful", sighed Diandra, smitten. "This is going to be such fun."

Oh that, there was no question.