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Hi everybody
This is another story I wrote several years ago for a Femdom
mag. It hasn't seen the light of day since that time, so I
thought it was about time it was foisted on the world again. As
previously I make this over to the public domain. Feel free to
archive and or adulterate as you see fit. To tell the truth I'm
a bit embarrassed about it now, as I don't think it was written
all that well back then. Youth eh, lah-dee-dah, lah-dee-dah.
Also, apologies to the TG crowd as, well...there isn't any
really except right at the very end. Hope you can stick with
it till then. Having just re-read it myself again after so long I
realise how all very unpleasant the story is. Not the sort of
thing I like to read myself at all. Give me forced cross-dressing
and humiliation stories any day. Still I did write it so there's
no use worrying over it now. I must have been in a sour mood
when I wrote it. Anyway, I hope it finds an audience somewhere
out there.
Love and kisses
Kim
October '96
* * * * * *
Warning, Warning Will Robinson...(showing my age again - sigh)
Don't read this if you're under the age of consent, or if you
object to cruel dominant women, or domestic violence or just
plain silly story lines. And if you don't like bad spelling
(probably). Oh, and by the way this is a fantasy, but still
an' all, don't try any of this at home, ok.
* * * * * *
Tina's Revenge
By Kim
Part One
Tom couldn't help smiling as he drove to work. It was his first
day back after the honeymoon, and he at last felt good about the
marriage. All through the courtship his new wife Tina had kept
him at bay. It was always "wait until we are married" she would
say, as their kissing and cuddling began to get out of hand. He
had stood for it, in silent frustration, just waiting for the day
he could have her. He knew she was worth it, for Tina was simply
gorgeous.
What he hadn't bargained for, was her continued refusal on their
wedding night. He was amazed, then angry, that she just said she
wasn't interested yet, and that she would let him know when she
was. He begged and pleaded with her, but to no avail. Finally he
had tried force and had been rudely awakened to the fact that she
was his equal in physical strength. She had obviously taken the
trouble to keep her body healthy and trim, where as he didn't do
any exercise at all. As they were the same height and build, her
healthy female body was an even match for his unfit male one.
They had briefly wrestled to a stand-off, at which point he had
given up and stormed out in a rage.
After his return from a bar he had tried to apologise but she
refused to talk to him. He stormed back down the bar in a
seething rage. He told his drinking partner of his troubles, who
suggested he show her who was the boss. Make her his underling,
she would soon respond to his dominance and all would be
well. Many drinks later he agreed it was the best course of
action. However, knowing her strength already, he took the
precaution of visiting a local sex shop and purchasing a pair of
steel handcuffs.
That night he carefully slid the handcuffs from beneath the
pillow and gently snapped them round one of Tina's wrists. Before
she could awaken fully he had whipped her other hand be lay winded, Tom staggered over to her and drawing deep
breathes grabbed her hair and held on till he regained his
composure. "So, you bitch, you thought you could get the better
of me?" he wheezed. The reply was not what he had expected. With
icy calm she told him to remove the cuffs or else. He just
laughed and without warning gave her a savage smack across her
face, with the back of his free hand. "Do you know Tina, that no
court will ever convict a man for raping his wife. The crime just
doesn't exist". So saying he leaned forward and took hold of the
front of her prim cotton night-gown. With a single heave he tore
it from her body. "There now, doesn't that feel better. A wife
shouldn't have any secrets from her husband" he said laughing.
Tina tried to cross her legs and roll away from his gaze, but her
arms were pinned under her back and she could do nothing to
defend herself from his searching eyes. She knew she was in
trouble, and that her best hope was that he would get too cocky
and leave himself open to attack from her powerful legs.
He let go of her hair and tried to kiss her on the mouth. At the
last moment she evaded him and rolled away, bringing her leg up
swiftly to trip him up. He in turn was also quicker this time and
managed to roll with the fall, away from her second kick, which
he saw would probably knocked him out. He stood up and warily
began to circle her. Tina did her best to pivot around and
follow him, keeping her legs between them. It did of course mean
that she had to keep spreading her legs to keep up with him. "By
God you'll suffer for this" she thought inwardly to herself.
"Tom, please, I'm asking you nicely one more time. Please be
patient with me. I have good reason to delay our sexual union.
I...I must get used to the idea of making love with you in my own
time. Please undo me and I will forget that this happened". He
stopped circling her and looked down at her with contempt. "Don't
make me laugh, you frigid bitch. You're going to get what you
deserve and be grateful for it. When I've finished with you
you'll be begging for more. And you will finally know your place
in life. To love, honour and obey". He said the last word with
extra emphasis.
He suddenly lunged forward and landed across her knees, causing
her to yell out in pain. Her last defences were breached, he had
her at his mercy. Her only chance now was to try and frighten
him. "Listen to me Tom. I know you won't believe me but I was
brought up to despise men. I was an orphan girl and I was raised
by an order of Nuns who were very strict about the male sex. We
were taught to treat them as inferior. About six years ago, a
group of Nuns were evicted from the convent for illicit sexual
practices. They left to form a group dedicated to the supremacy
of women. They bought a remote farm and proceeded to quietly
capture and subjugate men. My best friend was one of the group
that left. Six months later I ran away to join them. I was only
sixteen at the time and very naive in the ways of the world.
I met you on one of our enslavement expeditions to the city. You
seemed so kind, considerate and gentle, I began to think you
might be different from the rest. Someone to give up my past life
for and settle down to lead a normal existence".
"Do you expect me to believe such rubbish?. Nuns enslaving
men. What drivel. You're just playing for time my sweet little
Tina. Well you're time is up". So saying he started to remove his
shirt and unbuckle his trousers. "I'm warning you Tom, one phone
call from me and your life will never be the same again" she said
quietly, staring up into his eyes with intense concentration.
He didn't bother to reply, he just slid the belt from out of his
trousers and tied her knees together with it. As he stood up he
realised he was now at last in total control of his errant wife.
She would regret her refusals of him. He dragged her to the bed
and hauled her upright by her hair and one of her exposed breast.
She winced at the pain but said nothing. This merely provoked him
to some slapping of the other breast with three or four stinging
blows. She tried to shy away, but being tied at the knees she
could nothing but endure it. He pushed her down on to the bed and
removed the last of his clothes.
He proceeded to ravish her for the rest of the night and into the
next day, in all the ways his lust drove him. Given free range,
to do as he had long secretly fantasised, lead him to greater and
greater excesses. By the next morning he had finally become
sated. He released her from the last elaborate bondage he had
devised and made her thank him for the privilege of receiving
his semen in so many exciting ways. She was then ordered to crawl
out on her hands and knees and leave him to sleep in peaceor the ultimate solution". Tom's fate was irrevocably
sealed.
Part Two
Three or four days went by, during which time Tina made herself
totally submissive and bowed to his every whim. Tom was
completely assured of his new found role as master of the house.
He was enjoying himself to the full, as he treated like a serf.
That evening he arrived home to find her waiting in the hall with
her head bowed, arms clasped behind her back and wearing only a
see-through baby-doll blue negligee. "Well done Tina, you really
do know how to treat a man properly" so saying he grabbed the
back of her hair and pulling her head up to face him, kissed her
roughly on the lips. "Now go and pour me a drink and think of
some nice ways to please me".
The drink was all ready for him in the living room. "You
certainly have learned your lesson my sweet" he said as he
smacked her playfully on her exposed bottom. "Sit on the chair
opposite with your legs spread over the arms, and play with
yourself till I tell you to stop" he ordered. She did as she was
told and began to smile at him as he drank his whisky. It was the
very last order he was to give. The powerful drug that Tina had
put in his drink took effect and he slumped unconscious in the
chair. She brought her legs together and stood up then walked out
into the hall. "It's all right sisters, he is unconscious".
Sister Dominica and Sister Sadie slowly came downstairs and came
to look at the sleeping form of Tom. "So this is the scum that
has abused you mercilessly for the last four days. He will
certainly regret that he ever crossed one of the Sisters of
Redemption". Tina rolled him to one side and locked his hands
behind his back with the same pair of handcuffs that she had been
bound with. The two powerful women easily lifted him up and
carried him out to the waiting car, where he was casually thrown
into the back and locked in.
They drove all night to an apparantly deserted farm. When they
arrived the car was unlocked and he was unceremoniously
hauled out and thrown to the floor. Still recovering from the
effects of the drug he just lay there and moaned. Sister
Dominica brought her riding crop crashing down on his back.
"Crawl on your belly like a worm into the house you snivelling
wretch" she shouted and brought the riding crop thrashing down
again. Tom screamed and tried to roll out of the way of the flurry
of blows reigning down on him, but a stillettoed boot kicked him
hard in the ribs and he instinctively rolled back into the path of
the riding crop.
Tom frantically began to worm his way across the damp stone path
towards the light of the open front door. Every time he tried to
get on to his knees, to speed up the process, he was viciously
kicked back to the floor. All the while the riding crop was
urging him on. At last he reached the door and crawled into the
light of the front hall. He lay face down sobbing and panting with
his back, legs, neck and shoulders screaming in pain at the
relentless thrashing he had received.
"Get up on your knees you pathetic worm" Sister Dominica ordered.
Tom struggled to his knees, which wasn't easy with his hands
still shackled behind him. Towering over him were two stunningly
beautiful women, both dressed in tight fitting leather outfits.
One was dressed in red, the other black. "What are you doing?,
why have you brought me here?" he wailed. By way of an answer the
riding crop lashed across his face. "Silence worm, you were not
given permission to speak" Sister Dominica thundered. Tom fell
back in shocked anguish from the blow to his face. A leather
gloved hand roughly grabbed his hair and pulled him upright
again. Still holding his hair Sister Sadie stooped to his level
and quietly spoke into his ear "Welcome to hell you vermin. You
have come to gain your redemption".
Sister Dominica picked up a roll of parchment from a nearby desk
and unrolled it. She began to read out loud "For the heinous
crime of raping a Sister of the Order, and subjecting her to
a catalogue of other tortures you have been found guilty and are
hereby sentenced to forty days and nights of total subjugation
and then you will be taken to a place of execution, where you
will cease to be". She rolled up the parchment and placed it on
the table. She stepped toward Tom who shrank back in terror.
"Please let me go...I didn't do anything wrong...you've got the
wrong man...please, don't hurt me any more" he stammered out in
abject terror.
"You should have thought about that before you subjected Sister
Tina to such appalling torture" she spat at him. At last a
glimmer of understanding began to seep into his brain. "You
mean...Tina...my wife...was telling the truth about those mad
nuns" before he could continue the riding crop smashed across his
face once more. "Such outrageous insolence will not be tolerated"
Sister Dominica seethed, punctuating every word with another
slash of the riding crop across Tom's defenceless body.
After the tirade of blows all Tom could do was writhe and whimper
on the floor. He was hauled to his feet and his clothes were torn
he riding crop showing
angrily on his skinny pale body. He began to blubber, like he
used to do as a child. He had never felt so cowed in all his
life.
"Hah, men, they are all the same. Strip them of their charade of
worldly power and they are nothing but snivelling whelps" Sister
Sadie laughed. "Look at his silly little prick. All shrivelled
and pathetic. Where's your animal passion now lover boy. What's
the problem, can't get it up any more?" so saying she stepped
forward and grabbed him by the scrotum and squeezed hard. Tom
screamed and tried to back away, but the grip on his testicles
only tightened more, so he had to stay and endure it. She let him
go finally but the damage was done. He felt nauseous from the
pain throbbing through his groin. He tried to sag down onto his
knees to curl up into a ball but he was pulled upright by his
hair again.
"For the next forty days you will do everything you are told to
do with utter obedience. Any deviation from this will cause you
more pain than you can imagine. At the end of forty days you will
be begging for the end to come. Do you understand me worm?"
Sister Dominica hissed at him through clenched teeth. "Yes Ma'am"
he wailed. "You will address all the Sisters as Mistress. Those
that give you permission will allow you to address them by their
first names, but always preceded by Mistress. Is that clear?" she
continued. "Y..yes Mistress" he stammered.
"Good. Now your first duty will be to pick up these disgusting
rags and burn them in the furnace, downstairs in the cellar" she
said pointing to the remnants of the clothes that they had torn
of him earlier. Producing the key from her pocket she undid his
cuffs. The relief was enormous and he quickly went and gathered
all the clothes together and stood waiting. Sister Sadie slowly
swished by him, her leather skirt rustling against her leather
boots. As she passed he involuntarily shrank back away from her.
She laughed at his reaction. "Follow me dick-head" she told him.
He followed her through a door and down some stairs. It was dimly
lit but after a sort while his eyes adjusted and he could make
out the contents of the room. He shrank inside at what he saw. It
was nothing less than a medieval torture chamber. They walked
through the room in silence to an adjacent room, in which stood a
large furnace. Sister Sadie swung one of the front doors open
and, smiling nodded in its direction. Her red leather outfit
shone on the glow of the flames.
Looking in at the roaring flames he realised he really had landed
in hell. He quickly threw his clothes into the furnace and
stepped back from the heat. "What's the matter lover-boy, the
heating too high for you?" she giggled. Leaving the door open she
beckoned to him. "Put your arms around me" she ordered. "Now kiss
me like a lover" she said. In her high heels she was slightly
taller than him so he had to lean up on tip-toes to reach her
open mouth with his. He was taken aback by the sudden frantic
probings of her tongue in his mouth, and in spite of himself and
his situation he felt his manhood begin to stiffen.
The deep passionate kiss continued for a few moments longer when
she suddenly spun him round and pressed his naked buttocks onto
the front plate of the furnace. Being on tip-toes he didn't have
sufficient grip to prevent her doing it to him. The instant pain
was staggering and he tried to scream, but the continuing kiss
just muffled it into a suppressed gargle. He tried to struggle
her off him, but he was weakened and she was very strong. At last
she let him go. He new he was now permanently branded on his
buttocks. She stepped back from him with her eyes ablaze from
desire and the reflections of the flames.
"You tried to push me away didn't you?" she uttered breathily. At
first he didn't say anything. "Didn't you?" she repeated more
forcefully. "Yes Mistress" he said meekly. She stepped past him
and closed the furnace door, much to his relief. "You must be
taught obedience, mustn't you?" she said. "Yes Mistress" he
replied. "Ask me to punish you then" she said matter of factly.
"Please...punish me...Mistress, I...have been...disobedient" he
stammered. "Ok then, if that it what you want" she said cheerily,
and gently lowered his head on to her shoulder. "Don't move orand proceeded to bite the lobe of his
left ear very hard. Tom had to grit his teeth and squeeze his eyes
shut, but the pain was just unbearable. He was just beginning to
think he could stand it no longer when she released him. As she
stepped back he could see a small rivulet of blood trickling down
her chin and dripping on to her red leather tunic. He touched his
hand to his ear in a momentary panic that she had bitten it off,
but it was still intact, albeit badly bitten. He could feel the
blood begin to drip down his neck and down his back. Jesus, what
sort of maniacs were these women he thought to himself.
"Now thank me for putting you right" she said. With pure venom in
his heart for this woman, he managed to struggle out "Thank you
for disciplining me Mistress, I deserved it" through clenched
teeth. "That won't do. Say it with grace" she admonished him.
Forcing a smile he repeated his gratitude. "Christ I'm going to
kill you, you bitch" he thought to himself. "There, that's better,
now we can re-join the others upstairs and show of your new token
of affection" she said laughingly pointing to his brand mark.
They walked up stairs and out into a large sitting room. He was
long past caring about his nakedness now, but was still taken
aback mentally, by being brought into the presence of fifteen
strange women, all casually seated around the edges of the room.
He was ordered into the centre and made to pirouette to show of
his newly acquired brand mark. The women, ranging in age from
eightteen to fifty, all began to jeer him and make comments about
his body, and the obvious wounds he had already received.
The doors at the far end of the room suddenly opened and in
strode his wife Tina. She too was now dressed in tight leather
gear, but her costume was in pale blue. She walked up to her
husband and stood in front of him. "I told you that you would
regret what you did to me didn't I?." He nodded "Yes Mistress
Tina, you did". "It is now too late for you, you will stay here
and serve your sentence. I am glad, it is a just punishment for
what you did to me. I will not take part in the next forty days
of your life but I will be there at the end to see the sentence
completed. So this will be my last and only course of obedience
training". So saying she pulled the hem of her leather skirt up
from below her knees. On her right knee was strapped on a leather
padded knee protector, covered in small metal studs.
"Put your hands on my shoulders and ask me for some discipline"
she said in a quite voice. He looked back at her appalled and
began to shake his head from side to side. The crowd of women
began to hiss at his apparent disobedience. He looked round at
all there intent faces and knew his cause was hopeless. Gulping
at a suddenly dry throat he put his hands on her shoulders and
whispered "Please, Mistress Tina, please punish me for all the
terrible things I did to you, for which I am dreadfully sorry".
She lifted her right leg slightly from the floor and moved it
between his two feet. She flicked it left and right, tapping his
ankles. He immediately spread his legs further apart and then
clenched his stomach muscles waiting for the dreadful onslaught
that he knew was coming.
"Open your eyes, I want you to look me in the eyes and remember
what you did" she told him. He falteringly opened his eyes and
looked into hers. They were blank of any expression. The metal
studded knee came up with such force and speed that his nervous
system went into violent overload and he collapsed like a felled
tree to the floor. The pain was so intense that for several
prolonged heart stopping moments his chest muscles cramped and
refused to allow him to draw breath. A few moments earlier he
wouldn't have been able to conceive of such levels of pain. For
fifteen minutes he writhed in unendurable pain, such as he had
never known. He was sure that there would be permanent damage to
his reproductive system.
At last he gained some semblance of control and slowly lifted
himself off the floor. Tina looked at him with her head slightly
cocked to one side, as if expecting something. He realised what
she was waiting for and managed to whisper "Thank you for my
punishment Mistress Tina, I fully rought her
knee violently up into his crotch again. His head span with the
nauseating pain as he collapsed to the floor again. His body
silently bucking and retching in frenzied agony. Through the red
blur of his pain soaked vision he saw his wife spin on her heels
and walk out of the room, accompanied by tumultuous clapping and
cheers from the other women. His forty days had begun.
Part Three
The forty days and nights lost all sense of reality for Tom. It
was one long nightmare of pain, degradation and humiliation.
Whenever it seemed that the Sisters had reached the peak of their
pain inducing fancies, one of them would always manage to conjure
up something even more diabolic than before. He was a completely
broken man, both physically and mentally. He spent every waking
minute in abject terror, and his rare periods of sleep were
troubled by terrifying nightmares. It seemed his torment would
never end.
At last the forty first day was reached and he was brought before
the two Sisters whom he had first encountered. "Your sentence is
finished and you are now to meet your final fate. Do you have
anything to say worm, before the final sentence is carried out?"
asked Sister Dominica. He looked up from his head bowed position
and could only whisper "please don't hurt me any more, please I
beg you" and he began to gently weep.
"Stop snivelling scum and prepare to meet thy doom" so saying
Sister Sadie hauled him to his feet and dragged him to a large
pair of shut doors. She knocked on them and they swung open to
reveal a brightly lit operating theatre. Around the operating
table stood some women dressed in surgical gowns. One of the
women came towards them. When she stood in front of Tom she
removed her surgeons mask to reveal that she was his wife Tina.
She leaned forward and gently kissed him on the cheek. "Welcome
to our little surgical facility darling, I'm so glad you could
make it" she said smiling. You are about to witness the removal
of Tom from this life. Or at least any outward male trappings he
might once have had. Of course, it will still be Tom the male
trapped inside, but that is where he will stay forever, never to
be seen again. Isn't it wonderful?" she asked.
Tom was only just coming to terms with the fact that he wasn't
going to die, as he had supposed, after all. But what did they
mean trapped inside?, it didn't make sense. He was lead over to
the table and strapped down. An anaesthetist jabbed a needle into
his arm and roughly pulled it out, giggling as she did so. "In a
few moments you will be under, and then we can begin. I'm afraid
I can't tell you what we are going to do, because we don't know
ourselves yet. We just get stuck in and then start to experiment,
try and be a bit creative. You know how it is my darling".
The drug was already beginning to take effect so he couldn't
speak. "You may wake up to find yourself turned into a cute sexy
little coquette, with sexy bouncing breasts and a pussy. You
would fetch a terrific price on the white slave market. Just
think what heaven it would be to be some Sultan's plaything. Or
maybe we will just remove your male equipment and leave you
neither one thing nor the other. There are plenty of rich women
who would pay handsomely for a oral lover without the
complications of all the other bits to worry about. I'm sure we
could do something to loosen those tiresome little tendons that
hold your tongue so restrictively. Who knows, they might not want
a talkative sort, and vocal cords are so easy to snip".
Tom was blindly panicking by now, but the anaesthetic held him
trance like in its grip. All he could do was listen to his wife
until he finally fell under its spell. "We could shorten your
legs and arms. There are many women who would like an adult baby
to play with. You would make a sweet little baby girlie. Then
aies to jiggle, with a large 'Fake' tattooed on them
and the same thing tattooed on your belly with a big arrow
pointing down to what would look like a real pussy, but would in
fact be just the outer lips and a tiny, tiny pee-hole. You
wouldn't need any arms or legs would you darling. Oh God, I feel
so creative today. Never mind my dear, it'll soon be all over and
you can begin your new life all over again. Won't it be exciting
waiting to see how you turn out?
Tears were running down his cheeks as he finally succumbed to the
drug and Tom did indeed slip into oblivion, never to return.
The End