Scenes of the Great Female Takeover pt. 2

Since the Great Female Takeover, new kinds of businesses have been blooming. Among one of the most common ones were night clubs where women could come and play with boys. Yes, as always, a woman could easily get her hands on a guy. But a truly HOT guy, well not so much. They were, after all, in a short supply and high demand. Money, as always, helped you over that hurdle too.

This new boy, a very lovely one at that, had been marked by the owner and her friends (who were also shareholders) to break him in. The club staff were setting him up for a session.

"Such a pretty boy!" said Martina, stroking the boy's very well-formed face. The fear and helplessness made it even more beautiful.

"Oh, gorgeous!" agreed Laura-Leigh, finishing to tighten the strap to keep his head still on the torture table.

"Look at this lovely stiff cock you have for us," said Esmeralda. She raised the cock upright and stroked it up and down with her fingertips. "Nice and big." She giggled low in her throat at his hips twitching.

"Almost set," Laura-Leigh said, reaching for the ring gag. "Just this and you are ready for us."

Martina ran her hands down the boy's lovely torso and finally joined Esmeralda between his legs. And once Laura-Leigh was done with the gag, she nodded, pleased with the result, and then started to toy with his nipples.

The two other women played jointly with the handsome penis. "So sensitive," Martina giggled.

Esmeralda snickered at the boy's delicious whimpering. "Save your strength, boy. We haven't strapped you down just to stroke it, you know."

"When the ladies join us," said Marina, "we can begin."

"Although I suppose they did say we can start warming you."

"They did, didn't they!" Martina giggled. "Oh, let's do that."

Laura-Leigh grinned nastily down the boy. "Exiting. It's your first time."

"Don't worry," said Esmeralda, "we won't be gentle."

Laugh.

"Let's clamp these cute little nips and take a look at some of our toys, shall we?"

The boy whimpered piteously. The women shared a nasty laugh. Soon the boss-ladies would be joining them. Together, they would then dig their hands into that luscious body at their disposal.

This lovely piece of ass for in for quite an evening!

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 The sight awaiting Vittoria Buttafuoco (the owner of this esteemed establishment) and her associates and dear friends Monica and Lorraine, was one to bring a smile to an old woman's lips. The three lovely ladies of the house staff (very pictures of women loving their job) were teasing the tasty snack of a naked boy with their riding crops as he whimpered and twitched in his restraints. There were signs here and there on his lovely skin that the ladies have been kissing him with those crops.

"Ah, the mistresses!" said Esmeralda. "Now the real fun begins for you." She teased the tip of his cock with her crop.

They came to stand above him. "Ready to play, doll?" asked Vittoria. Oh, what a lovely sight he was, all restrained and naked for them.

They began to feel him up all over, loving his fear and his helpless loveliness. Stroking his muscles, raking their perfectly manicured nails across his sensitive skin. Enjoying their work as the boy whimpered.

Monica went to ungently pluck the clamps off his nipples. Giving a giggle at his reactions of pain. She ran one finger around his lips, the mouth forced open by the gag. "Such pretty lips," she said. There would be plenty of work for those toward the end of the session. Monica then released a big wad of spit into his mouth, grinning. As the boy choked a bit, she gave a mock pout. "Aww! *giggle*"

The boy would be swallowing more than just spit.

Vittoria and Lorraine began to stroke his big, hot cock. Brush their nails up and down. Red marks on it. "Aww," said Vittoria, "did you whip it, girls?"

Esmeralda feigned innocence. "Oh, just a little bit."

"How did he react?"

Big grin. "Beautifully!"

"Great. Mmm. So raw now, isn't it. *chuckle* Mmm, what a nice big, stiff sensitive toy you have for us, boy."

"We are going to be playing with it quite a bit more still," said Lorraine.

"What can we say, we just love big and hard, helpless and sensitive cocks. As, you will find, do our customers."

Monica toyed with his cute little nips. "Mmmm, yes. These are nice and sensitive too now." Clamps had a way of doing that.

His reactions were so pleasing. The women were loving his hot whimpers and twitches. So deliciously helpless. How it must be for him, trapped here with all of them, helpless to keep their ravenous hands from his body, all its vulnerable intimate regions. Fearing what they would still do to him.

Oh yes, beautiful reactions indeed. The clientele were sure to fall in love with this one. He would one of the popular ones.

Vittoria and Lorraine jointly stroked the cock while Monica tended to the nipples. The boy's sexy reactions were increasing as sensitivity grew, largely thanks to the drugs given to him before session.

"Ah, don't cum yet!" said Lorraine, digging one long nail into the head.

Vittoria laughed at his piteous cry. "Gonna make you cum for us, don't worry. Just . . . not like this."

The women shared an evil laugh.

Marina then came to stand next to Vittoria. The woman looked hesitant. "So, boss. Should we...?" Should she and the staff leave, she meant to ask.

"Oh, no. By all means, stay. We need all hands on deck." After all, the more hands worked on him, the more overwhelming the sensations. Women working together! The rich alongside with the working class. Sharing the fun, taking their pleasure in the boy's suffering. That was, really, what this place was all about. Empowerment. Sisterhood.

And of course, the abundant abuse of young hotties with good conscience!

"So glad to hear that!" said Martina, with a wicked and lustful look at the boy.

So they got ready. While the three continued to tease their poor victim, the staff women started to ready the toys they'd use on him.

"Get the really fun ones out too. Those forbidden from customers." Vittoria lovingly stroked the big sensitive cockhead. "I want his first time to be real memorable."

Gagged whimpers of fear from the boy. Nasty snickers from his captors.

When the six women then started to torture the boy, he proved to be every bit as good a purchase as Vittoria had hoped!