The Enchantress: A Most Cruel Baron (part 1)

The cruel mistress had forced the hero into the form fitting, double sealed cocoon. She smirked down at his struggling form. She turned to the enchantress, who was leaning in the corner shaking her head.

Baroness: He came at my house, with the notion that he would defeat me and free my slaves… So I’ve made him into one instead. Will you be interfering?

Enchantress: If he were foolish enough to be defeated by you he deserves it. I won’t interrupt your game.

The baroness smirked and looked down at the cocooned hero.

Baroness: You weren’t as powerful as the rumors made you out to be, heroic little boy. I was able to overpower you with just a zap of my lightning baton… It’s such a mighty baton, isn’t it?

Giggling, she bent down to feel the hero’s crotch. He squirmed. She had sealed him nude, an impression of his erection outlined against the rubber. She smirked and placed her baton, powered off mercifully, alongside his cock. It had a solid two inches over the hero’s “baton.”

Baroness: My my, unimpressive in other ways. I believe mine is far worthier of the tile “hero” than yours. Aren’t heroes supposed to wield mighty weapons, hero?

As she said this the enchantress shook her head and walked toward the two. She nudged the baroness to the side and whispered in the hero’s ear.

Enchantress: Hello, dear. Just letting you know that I am here as well.. I’ll be protecting you from anything too dangerous… Does that relieve you? Or are you even more terrified than before…

The hero’s squirming and struggling immediately heightened… His erection immediately grew, stretching its rubber trappings. The baroness’s eyes widened as it grew to nine… almost ten inches, surpassing the length of the baton by half an inch.

The enchantress smirked at the baroness, who pouted.

*** *** ***

The baroness forced the bound hero’s body to the ceiling, bound with a chain holding his ankles, his knees, and one against his shoulders. He hung two meters in the air, his back curved back so that his crotch was dangling a foot below the mistress’s head.

She felt the rubber bound crotch with her hands, gently at first. Then she pressed the hard end of her whip against the outline of his cock to let him know her sadistic plan.

Baroness: Real leather. The knob at the end isn’t metal, just some bunched up wool. Your body is covered with relatively thick rubber, which will shield you only a bit. Make no mistake, it’ll still hurt more than you could possibly imagine.

She looked back at the enchantress.

Baroness: … You really won’t object to this? I’m going to be destroying your boyfriend’s precious cock.

Enchantress: Do your worst.

Baroness: It’ll be slow… I’ll make him suffer for a long time… I once captured a robber and whipped him for a whole day. Even hunger and thirst couldn’t stop me.

Enchantress: Your sadism knows no bounds, Baroness. Impressive. Nevertheless, feel free.

Baroness: Truly, you are a most awful lover.

Enchantress: You simply don’t understand him as I do.

The baroness uncoiled her whip. It was thin, like thread.

Baroness: You underestimate my whipping arm, enchantress.

She swung her whip at the hero’s crotch. It struck him with a crack.

Disappointingly, the hero gave a low muffled wince. Not the shrill scream of pain the baroness expected.

Enchantress: Hmph. Even if he weren’t shielded in tight rubber the hero would barely feel such a weak blow.

Incensed by these words the cruel baroness swung harder with each subsequent whip. She expertly hit her target each time, the hero’s poor tortured genitals. Even simply watching would make anyone who was born with a pair of balls themselves beg for mercy on the hero’s behalf.

Except for the lack of cries or evidence of pain. In fact, the hero was instead moaning, and whimpering. He begged for her to stop and for mercy, yes… But not from pain.

Baroness: My God… he’s about to cum… Is he a masochist.

Enchantress: As I said before, your weak little whip is nothing against his bulwark of defense. His pain tolerance is inhuman, beyond even the level of some of the mightiest ogres. All you’re doing is bullying his poor cock… Essentially, you’ve just been jerking him off. Well, not that I’d stop you even if you could hurt him.

The enchantress glanced at the hero, frowning. Her precious hero had many weaknesses. But he had none at all against pain. She had never uncovered the mystery of why…

Baroness: Absurd!

She gave one final lash at the hero’s cock.

The rubber split open. His long, erect cock slid through the slit. It was trembling…

Baroness: Oh my!

The baroness flinched, covering her face as though expecting him to cum right onto her body… When it became clear he wasn’t going to… not yet… she took a closer look…

Baroness: O-oh…

She looked at it with some reluctant admiration… She had spent the last few minutes attacking it, and yet it was not bruised or cut. It was simply red from the pressure of being sealed up for so long, huge from arousal, and shivering on the edge of eruption from the erotic abuse…

The words “strength” and “beautiful” being associated with a penis is laughable. Ridiculous. And yet those bizarre and childish thoughts appeared in the baroness’s head…

Despite herself she wanted to touch it, even if it made him cum all over her. She would risk it…

She felt the cock’s skin with her finger tips, stroking it. The hero’s muffled screams grew louder. It felt hard, nicely warm… Being a cruel, despicable human being, each time before that the baroness had felt the penises of her playthings they were whipped and pathetic little things that she had abused. She would masturbate to her sex toys’ destruction and her dominance and victories over them, never actually allowing them to orgasm…

She gave the hero’s cock three soft tugs. The hero screamed in ecstasy and the baroness knew it was coming. She was braced for it, however unpleasant it might be. In fact, some dark secret part of her soul wanted it. She wanted to see if there was pleasure in making a man cum…

Enchantress: Whoopsie!

With a snap of the fingers the hero’s cock was sealed up back into the rubber suit, which repaired itself. The hero’s hips bucked against the rubber bindings and he screamed and moaned. To the baroness’s great dismay, she realized he was orgasming inside the suit. She could only see his orgasm through the opaque, tight rubber outlining his shapely cock. It twitched and twitched for a solid twenty seconds! And it grew smaller and smaller.

She watched it with wonder. What was this feeling, knowing she had made him cum? She had always seen allowing a slave an orgasm as making a concession, giving mercy. But this didn’t feel like that at all. She felt a warm tingling in her loins that she couldn’t explain…

Enchantress: That was close, baroness. You nearly got your slave’s nasty gunk all over you. Luckily I was here.

The baroness looked at the enchantress. She was looking down at her, smirking. Whatever the baroness was feeling right now, the enchantress obviously knew.

Humiliated the baroness stormed away to stew in her thoughts in another room.

The enchantress smiled up at the bound hero.

Enchantress: Quite a predicament you’ve fallen into. I wonder how or if you’ll ever escape this one…

She chuckled to herself as she reached up and began squeezing the poor hero’s post-orgasm, tender and sensitive rubber bulge…

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Presentation Report

i was woken up in the middle of the night by thee bedroom door slammed open, lights switched on and the bedsheet torn away from me.

i was lying on the bed naked, facing the Baroness standing in front of the bed, still dressed in her business attire, now throwing the leather hood on the bed and commanding: „Put it on, then up and have a seat on your throne“

I was too startled to think twice or offer resistance, even to starting an argument.

When i had placed myself on the „chair“ she immediately started restraining my arms. I heard someone giggle and chatting from downstairs and my first panicky reaction was to jump off the chair. But my arms were already secured and there was no chance to escape anymore. She then pulled the strings of the leather hood tight, attatches the blindfold and gagged me. Because of the tightened hood i was semi deaf now as the effect was that i heard my own breathing rather loud. I had to hold the breath to hear better, but even then i heard my heart beat very loud.

After my legs were restrained widely spread I heard that they were coming up the stairs. They still were chatting and giggling. A female and a male voice. They sounded somehow upset, like people on a rollicking party but as soon as they entered the bedroom they were silent. I held my breath to listen, but nobody said anything.

Then I heard the female voice: „Well ... hm.... ah .... now ... this is not a gynecological chair ... a gyn chair appears to be comfortable compared with this one.“

For a few seconds there was silence again then they were laughing.

I recognized that the three of them had a conversation but i could not understand what they were talking about as i was breathing heavily and not able to hold my breath.

i snatched some fragments of their conversation and realized they were discussing about the ring that locked my cock. It seemed they did not believe that the ring prevented me from ejaculating. I felt a hand touching and examining the ring. I tried to escape the touch but the way i was restrained i was only able to wind and writhe a maximum of a few inches. “Does he expect a handjob now?” i heard the male voice ask and immediately i froze in movement. But now my shaft startet to erect. i was not able to prevent it.

Then i was nearly deaf because i was heavily breathing, panting like after a sprint.

They did not touch me anymore but still were talking. My shaft now hard and fully erect.

“Oh my ... this looks nice” i heard the female voice say. Then my breathing again.

i felt like an animal in the zoo.

It took me a while to calm myself down, to control my breath and then i heard my Owner say: “Lets have a drink now,” and after a few seconds “Coming? He isn’t going anywhere.”

Then i was alone.

i realized that my body was trembling, i felt the urge to pee and my breathing got out of control again. i was nearly panicking and i had to gain control over myself again.

Suddenly it came to my mind that i had heard the word „ milked“ when they were talking before. my breath got wild now. She was not going to this in front of spectators! NO! NEVER! Get me off this thing! Please! I can’t bear it! I’ll do anything! Anything! Please! Get me down off this thing!

My body started writhing and shaking as i desperately tried to find some way off this chair. My throne. The slave throne as she called it.

I was still writhing and winding when i heard them laugh. They had returned. Immediately i froze my movements and lay still on the chair. Getting hard again. I heard them giggle and chatting but could not understand the words.

Then someone spit on my anus and moments later, the tip of a vibrator was slightly pressed against my anus. My shaft was so hard now that the ring startet to cause an uncomfortable feeling. „Pain of Desire“ like my Owner calls it.

i stopped breathing. Then the vibrator was taken away, another spit on my anus and i felt a finger there. The finger gave pressure on my sphincter and when my sphincter gave way and the finger entered my anus i loudly moaned into the gag.

„Oh well, he is very tight“ i heard the female voice say.

Then another hand grabbed my shaft and started stroking is. After a while the stroking stopped, someone spit on my shaft and then the stroking continued. i heard the male voice say: „This is amazing. Like you said. The foreskin does not move. It is all so pumped up because of the ring. Does he feel anything then?“

The stroking continued and the finger slightly moved up and down. They were silent now. Watching in anticipation?

After a while the inevitable happened. My shaft started spasming like it does whith an orgasm but there was no ejaculation.

The finger was drawn out of me, the hand released my shaft and they were silent while they most likely were watching me presenting an NOrgasm to them.

i was moaning while my shaft started spasming like it does when i have an orgasm.

But nothing else that happened. i was not able to ejaculate or have any release because the ring is so tight. The pleasure feeling of an Orgasm was totally missing, instead a feeling that is hard to explain, like phantom pain, like imagining the feeling that should be there.

But the shaft stays hard after a NOrgasm and they say this way i can be perfectly used as a human dildo, being ready to use for as long as the Lady deserves.

When my shaft stopped spasming it still was hard and erect.

i heard them giggle and laugh and talk and was grateful to wear the hood as it made sure they could not see the tears running down from my eyes. i was sobbing now. „Well“ i heard the female voice say „there must be a kind of sensation for him. Look at his body and listen how he is moaning with pleasure.“

They stayed in the room for a long time, chatting and laughing from time to time.

Some time i realized that i was alone again. They had left.

i tried to calm my self down and relax.

A few minutes later my Owner came and unfastened my restraints.

„You stay naked until 8 o’clock“ she said. I heard her leave the room, then, moments later, i heard her close the front door.

I took of the hood. The alarm clock showed 5.47 am.

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