Preemie's Peril - Chapter 2

The days have become exceptionally long… 

I’ve actually started to lose count. I know I’ve been here for atleast a few weeks at this point though… locked up in these chains, under the control of this mad woman who seems to be in love with my most shameful attributes…

After my first lonely night trying to somehow sleep standing up and shackled to a wall, we quickly settled into a routine. She would come up to me, let me out of the chains just often enough to… not make messes… of course she held me by the arm everywhere I went and never once stopped watching me as I moved about the building. Privacy was not something I was afforded anymore.

Eventually she’d bring me back, and handfeed me like a child. But she wouldn’t give me anything until I verbally confessed to my inadequacies. Which meant for a while, I ate and drank nothing… but eventually the starvation was killing me, I had no choice but to start saying things like, “I’m small” or “I’m weak”... just for the sake of survival.

Afterwards, she would ‘milk’ me as she liked to call it. Usually through just fondling my ever-exposed manhood with her hand… she smiled so brightly when, after a few seconds I came onto that hand, she made sure to get as much of it on her fingers and palm as possible. And then, she would rear back and slap me with that hand as hard as she could. And… then she’d just leave.

That was… my day. For several days.

I’m allowed absolutely no semblance of pride or dignity here. I’ve fallen to a depth I didn’t know existed. 

Every time she ever comes into contact with my penis, she makes sure to have one-sided conversations with it, demeaning it constantly. She loved to make jokes about how I was lucky she was so skilled, as most girls would need tweezers to jack me off. She would talk about how she’d go harder if she wasn’t so afraid of snapping my penis like the prick that it was. Once she made a big show about using only her thumb and forefinger to squeeze and stroke my cock, and of course that made me cum just as fast as anything else, proving more than enough of a match for my size…

My humiliation was thorough. Everytime I think I’m past the point of even feeling shame anymore, she somehow brings more of it out of me. She tells me she wants to humble me, to obliterate every solitary trace of my ego… but I truly think she’s already achieved it. I barely even feel like a person anymore, let alone someone with any self-worth…

She said that she loved me, but she had no idea who I was… nor did she care about who I was. All she cared about was what she’d seen. All she cared about was what I could be… if she broke me enough.

She wants me to give in and admit that it’s my calling, but how can I do that…? Why would I ever give her that satisfaction? It’s not as though anything about my life would change, it’d just be more of this torment, simply with her saying that I’d. As far as I could see, I had no reason to submit… or, that is, I had no reason to lie.

I suppose she knew that. She didn’t want to give me incentive to just tell her what she wanted to hear, she wanted my genuine, complete submission… she wanted me to willingly agree to live the life that she’s pulled me into.

She wants me… to enjoy it. But I don’t. She wants me to be a masochist who begs for punishment, but that’s not me. That’s not who I am. She tells me that I only think that way because I’ve been conditioned to by the world around me, but that’s nonsense. I’d know… if I was like that, I’d know…

But then, how do I explain the bizarre things that have made me cum? She got me off that first day by twisting my nipples, and later by just screaming insults at my dick without even touching it… it’s tragically well-documented how little stimulation my stupid cock needs, but it still makes very little sense to me. 

I think about it a lot… because, what else can I do but think when she’s not around? She leaves me nothing to preoccupy myself with, I can’t even walk around to dispel the stir craziness or get any exercise… that has to be intentional as well. She wants me to be in my own head like that, stewing on things like this…

I don’t... want her to be right. With what she’s done, it’s… impossible, that she’s remotely correct about any of this… I’m sure of that.

One day… began like any other humiliating day. She’d shackled me back into the wall with a spoonful of soup in her hand. 

“Go on, say it...” Domina cooed, holding the spoon up to my mouth, just far enough that I couldn’t bend my head to get any of it. “Speak a little truth to your mistress… unless you’re not hungry today...”

“I… I, nnnngh...” I murmured. I opted not to eat the day before and it was aching in me. “I’ve… never satisfied a woman...”

“Mmm, that’s true.” she nodded. “And if you ever somehow do, it certainly won’t be with your overwhelming masculinity, hmhmhm...”

With that, she fed me, patiently giving me food until I was full. Then, she stood there, staring with a smile. “...You truly look adorable when you’re hopeless… the more glum you are, the more sweet that face becomes to me...”

I scowled with disgust. Everything about her just repulsed me… well, everything about her personality, anyway. 

Why did she have to be so damn intoxicatingly beautiful? Why did she have to look so flawless and perfectly proportioned as she was poured into that unbearably tight leather, every inch of her smooth, tan skin crying out to be touched… and why did she have to be so fucking good at pleasing a man…?

There was just no resisting her whatsoever. I imagine even a man who actually came at a regular rate would have no choice but to go through forced climax after climax through whatever means she wished…

She stepped forward and ran her fingers lovingly through my hair as she asked, “Why do you look so glum, though…? Why do you pretend to be so miserable with this beautiful existence I’ve given you…?”

“Because this is a nightmare.” I gruffly replied. “Because YOU are a nightmare… this might be fun for you, but it’s hell for me. I never… I never asked for this, I never wanted this… I only ever wanted to be left alone to stew in misery… but I didn’t even know misery until I met you. I didn’t know suffering until I woke up in these chains...”

As I spoke, her smile just got wider and wider. I had plenty more to say, but I decided to just stop there so as to avoid making her any happier. She gave me a condescending little pat on the head as she remarked, “Soooo cute… it’s hard to believe that you still think that you don’t want to be here. Your body clearly does… eventually your brain will catch up, little guy. Tiny, tiny little guy...”

I shook my head. “I don’t care what you do or what you say. I won’t… I won’t accept this as my life...”

“Well… you don’t have to...” she replied with a shrug and that alone almost forced her titanic tits out of her top. “...You CAN resist… if you want to...”

“What… what are you talking about?” I asked.

“I can offer you a way out. A standing offer, even...” she replied, casual as could be. “Tell me how this sounds. I let you out of those constraining little chains… and you and I go… hmhmhm, one-on-one. Beat me in a straight-up fight, and you get to go free… and you can challenge me whenever you like, as many times as it takes.”

“Wha...wha…?” I gasped. That she would give me a chance to escape now seemed inconceivable…

“Obviously I beat you without any effort before...” she flippantly reminded me with a little brush of her hair. “But I’d hardly call that a fight. You were a pathetic little pussy just trying to run away rather than resist. And sure, I overpowered you… very, very easily, but there’s more than pure strength that goes into a fight. Surely you’re much more motivated now as well… I can see it, as you’ve gotten more and more accustomed to waking up here… the fear has slowly given way to anger. You hate me… hmhmhmhm, you hate me soooo much… I’m sure you’re dying to get a crack at me...”

I truly couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I could fight her whenever I wished, as many times as I needed to get a win… and if I did that, I’d be allowed to leave? I was under no illusion that it’d be easy… at this point I don’t like my chances in a fight against anybody. But I could lose ten times, eek out a lucky victory on the 11th go and then... walk? It seemed… it seemed too good to be true…

“I don’t blame you if you’re skeptical.” she noted. “If you don’t want to, we could just continue on like this. I’m sure you feel like you’re getting closer and closer to finding your own way out… hmhmhm…”

My fists were clenched, and a burning emerged behind my eyes that I didn’t realize was still there. I was afraid… I knew I would almost certainly get my ass handed to me again. But what did I have to lose? What reason could I possibly have for NOT trying my hand at this…? Maybe I’d find a weakness in her, eventually…

“Fine… fine, I’ll do it!” I declared. “I-I’ll do it right now… I’ll fight you, Domina! I’m beating you and I’m getting out of here!”

“Oooh, such bravery out of nowhere!” she answered with a giggle. “I’d say you have some big balls, but we both know that’s not true...”

She gave a mocking little tap to my testicles, before reaching deep into her expanse cleavage and pulling out the key to the shackles. She quite deliberately pushed her chest up into mine as she unlocked the chains around my wrists, and then allowed her head to graze my growing cock as she knelt down to unlock the chains around my ankles… she of course also made sure to give me a great view of her immaculate cleavage as well. Frustratingly, I was entirely erect by the time she finished…

I’d thought about jumping her while she was still down at my feet, but the stimulation provided enough of a distraction that I didn’t really have the time… I couldn’t afford to cum right before a fight, I’d be drained from the outset.

Domina stepped back and had her hands on her generous hips as she smirked confidently at me. “Anytime you’re ready, speedy...”

I took a deep breath, and charged in with my fist reared back. I went for a punch with all my might… but she easily sidestepped me, and my momentum almost made me fall over. I turned to her to see that she hadn’t even taken her hands off her hips… still wearing that smile like it was going out of style.

Keeping my dukes up, I sent a few more punches to her pretty face, looking for a one-two combo. But she was able to move her head back and forth to avoid blow after blow, without even looking like she was trying. 

“Dammit, stay still!” I shouted as I went for another shot. She reacted by grabbing my wrist this time, stopping me on a dime. I tried to pull away only to be reminded of how much stronger than me she seemed to be. Domina pulled my fist towards her, put her teeth to my finger to single it out proceeded to suck it up into her mouth. Teasingly she treated my finger like a cock mid-blowjob, showing me how intense and deeply she could suck it.

I felt my dick quivering at this, and grit my teeth in angst… I was NOT going to cum during a fight again, I couldn’t let that happen. I swung as hard as I could with my other fist, but she backed away, bending over backwards to avoid it just to show off. As she straightened back up, she made us of her momentum and nailed me in the face with a headbutt that took me right down to the floor.

As I groaned, she lorded over me and laughed. “Here I thought you wanted a fight… but it seems you’ve accepted your place beneath me after all… how lovely. Rather quick, but then, it’s so very like you to finish early, isn’t it?”

“I hate you...” I growled, gazing up at her through watering eyes. I think she may have shattered my nose with that headbutt.

“Tsk tsk tsk… mmm, now that’s no way to talk to your mistress...” she claimed, shaking her head. “Looks like I’ll have to teach you some manners...”

She leaped down onto me, her incredible ass smashing deeply into my abdomen. This knocked the air out of me and bolted my upper body towards her, putting my head in prime position to be thrust right back down with a staggering punch to the jaw. Domina leaned over and rained down a series of lefts and rights, battering my cheeks with solid fists. They were stinging blows but I knew she was just toying with me… which made it all the more humbling that she was still definitively hitting harder than I could manage myself. 

Eventually she stood up and gestured for me to rise. I scrambled to my feet, woozy from all the blows to the head but nonetheless looking to get back into the thick of it. I was fighting for my life, after all…

Trying to lean on my meager taekwondo background a bit, I figured kicks might be a better option. So I simply uncorked a quick front kick to her stomach… and it hit, but basically bounced off her toned midsection. She chuckled at the lack of power behind it… I was, really rusty to say the least. I hadn’t actually been in a real fight since the encounter with Selene that started all this and… yeah.

Trying to push the doubt into the back of my head, I went for another kick, looking to put more of an arc to it, to gain more power. This kick flew towards her side, but she managed to back away from it, and the momentum had me spinning a bit… I didn’t have near the balance that I used to…

By the time I had whirled around to face her, she had rushed up towards me, too close to even think about kicking. She grabbed me by the hair as her knee rocketed upwards, blasting into my pudgy midsection. As I cried out for air and doubled over, she kept me in place as she repeated this, her muscular leg firing like a piston as the solid point of her knee buried itself in my stomach time and time again.

“Ohhhh I love beating my little bitch so mmmMUCH!” she moaned as her knee collided with my stomach for what might’ve been the twentieth time. Finally she let go of my hair and let me fall to the floor, clutching my now bruised gut. 

She placed her foot right beneath my bowed head, letting me see the destructive heel of choice she had on that day. I never once saw her without some ridiculously high heeled shoes that looked specifically designed to stab and skewer, and this was no exception. The toes of her boots were particularly pointed and, standing out quite a bit from her otherwise fully black attire, came adorned with a silver stripe…

Actually, no. That wasn’t a stripe… horror filled my soul when I realized that those were steel-toed high heel boots. And just as that occurred to me, she reared her leg back to introduce me to them personally.

I tried my best to brace for impact as she kicked me square between the eyes, rocking my head back like it was barely even attached. I rolled onto my back, groaning and holding my fresh new injury, as this shot actually created a little cut just above my nose. As I squirmed, she stomped down hard on my stomach, bringing her razor sharp heel stabbing down on my already black and blue midsection.

My whole body buckled from the pain, as her ruthless heel threatened to pierce my increasingly tender tummy. I had one hand locked to my gut and the other to my face, and my eyes had officially watered too much for me to see… which left her all too free to raise her leg up as high as it could go for her next strike. 

Without a shred of mercy or humanity, she stomped heavily and viciously onto my bared testicles, threatening to flatten and/or puncture them with her ungodly heels. I had no choice but to let loose an incredibly unmanly scream as the pain was overwhelming, I was immediately convinced that she’d ruptured a nut, though somehow that was not the case.

“Ahhh, poor, poor little bitch... to think such tiny things can cause such enormous amounts of pain...” she cooed.

I was squirming in agony on the floor, rolling onto my front to help protect my genitals from further damage as I was now clutching them with both hands. In response, Domina stepped to my side, got a slight running start and proceeded to deliver a wicked punt to my injured stomach, hitting me hard enough to lift my body off the floor.

The pain was absolutely overwhelming and I was crying at that point, unable to contain it. I knew I had to keep fighting but all the aggression had been drained from me… I wanted to crawl into a ball and die, which was a feeling I was used to admittedly, but the urge was even stronger at that point than it usually was.

And frustratingly enough, somehow, some way… my cock remained hard throughout this beating. I KNOW what she’s been telling me isn’t true, so why does my stupid pecker seem to think otherwise?

“Come now, get up… up, slave!” she demanded with a stinging jab of her steel toe to my shoulder. “We’re not done! You’re not truly beaten until I say so.”

Miserably, I forced my pain-wracked body to stand and put up a truly pathetic facsimile of a fighting posture. Domina openly chuckled at how clearly defeated I was, and as always didn’t bother to put up a fighting stance of her own. She just stood there, her legs spread, her chest puffed out… though I don’t supposedly she could really control that one.

“Come...” she hissed with a gesturing finger and a mischievous giggle. “I know I don’t have to tell you twice...”

Entirely spent, and far beyond being on my last legs, I figured I might as well go for broke since I’d likely only be allowed one more strike attempt anyway. So I leapt up into a spinning roundhouse kick, an old taekwondo favorite finisher. I totally came kinda close to knocking out someone in sparring with it once, I think…

Of course, that someone wasn’t anything like Domina. Her reflexes were amazing as her hand flew up like lightning in time to catch me by the ankle. I managed to land on my plant foot, but on very shaky balance as she just kept hold of my leg, forcing it to extend painfully. Her smile was every bit as cruel as her actions… I tried feebly to reach out for her, but my arms were just a bit too stubby with the way she was holding me.

I was so focused on her gorgeous, smirking face that I didn’t even notice her rearing her leg back. She proceeded to unleash the most heinous kick I’d ever seen, her mostly bared leg a tan blur as she thrust her sharp pointed steel toe right into my already swelling balls, colliding with a soul-blasting crunch.

Undoubtedly, Gabi had much more pure strength than she had, and Selene had to have the most freakish power and ability of any one I’d ever seen. And yet, I’d never felt more pain in my life then when I was being attacked by Domina. She hit me so ruthlessly hard, refusing to ever hold back, not a single trace of inhibition or hesitation.

I’m not exaggerating here: I thought my heart was going to stop from the shock of the pain from that kick. A kick of that same velocity to my head probably would’ve snapped my neck. But instead it was wholly absorbed by my ultra-sensitive balls. I saw flashes of white as my consciousness wavered, but sadly I didn’t pass out, much as I wanted to.

Instead I was still awake to feel it as she followed up by yanking my leg towards her, forcing me to do the splits on the floor, my nuts bouncing off the wood as my pelvis damn near split in half as my legs found themselves stretched far beyond what I found comfortable. As I finally managed to let loose my squeal of pain, Domina fired off a stomp to my face that laid me flat on my back… followed by another evil stomp to my nuts.

How they survived the onslaught that day, I’ll never understand. I was a wreck as I was left sprawled on the floor, tears streaming down my cheeks, bruises lacing my crotch and stomach at that point.

And still, she lorded over me, circling my prone body like a vulture, letting me appreciate her defined legs and ample backside, before bending over to show off her unbelievable cleavage, and gaze deep into my eyes with that alluring, hypnotic glare…

“Hm… I guess I’m about ready to finish you.” she declared. 

With that, she walked around to my head, and abruptly leaped onto me, her womanly body crashing into my beleaguered torso. For just a brief moment I felt the softness of her enormous breasts caress my tender stomach, and my dick - which had waned briefly - found itself stiffening all over again…

She could’ve made me cum at any point during the fight if she wished… there’s no denying that, shameful as it is. But I believe that she didn’t want to allow me that excuse for losing… choosing to defeat me as straight-up as possible instead.

Whatever the case may be, her final move saw her wrap her steely thighs around my head, cranking it painfully forward whilst her body kept the rest of me pinned flat to the floor. As her legs locked tighter around me, this move quite deliberately forced my face into her immaculate ass, my nose burying into her voluptuous cheeks. 

So thick… so smooth and supple and soft… there was an undeniable tingle to my cock as her beautiful booty became my world. That heart-shaped pillow of an ass smothered me so delicately that I could almost forget about how much pressure was being placed on my head by the vice grip of her overpowering thighs. 

Alas, the pain set in quick as did the lack of oxygen. I squirmed and howled in a panic, my screams wholly muffled by her wondrous ass cheeks. The anguish was immense, and all the resistance had been beaten out of me… I had no choice but to tap out, tapping her incredible ass to do so no less, showing my submission… and to add insult to injury, I came right as I tapped out, an uncontrollable, shockingly hard orgasm.

Domina ignored my submission for a bit, keeping my head locked against her ass as she took the time to lick my dick clean of cum… which of course swiftly caused me to cum again. After one last tight squeeze of her legs, she released me, giving my face a demeaning little butt bump before rising to her feet.

“Mmm… well there’s Challenge #1 failed.” she declared, licking her lips of some remnant seed. “But like I said, you can challenge me whenever you want and as many times as you want… I’m sure you’re looking forward to round 2… and 3 and 4 and 5 and so much more~”

As I laid there twitching, I didn’t feel like I’d ever have the courage to try again, even knowing how badly I wanted to escape. I couldn’t get up, she had to yank me to my feet and shove me over to the wall, where she patiently latched my chains to my wrists and ankles yet again, letting me stand there, albeit limply, as I was again shackled to the wall.

She smiled at me as she put a finger to my chin and raised my head, forcing me to look into her mystifying eyes. 

“...That said, as much as I encourage you to try all you like… between attempts I’ll have no choice but to reprimand you and redouble your conditioning.” she explained. “After all if you have enough resistance in you to actually want to lay a hand on your beloved mistress, then we have a long, long way to go…”

As she spoke, she walked over to the side wall where kept most of her torture devices, and pulled out her old faithful riding crop. “...Hmhmhm, but of course, a good toy… goes a long way~”

With that, she unleashed six brutal lashes, one after the other, in the shape of an X down my torso, leaving a vicious red welt. I was already in tears and this just gave all the more reason to cry. I was utterly helpless, at the mercy of the merciless. Before the pain had even finished setting in, she went down to her knees to give a sweet kiss to the head of my cock, and it exploded all over her mouth. As usual, she got as much of my cum in her mouth as she could before standing straight up and spitting it right into my face.

And as she put the crop away, I could tell by her pace that she wasn’t finished. 

“...It’s okay though. I understand, therapy of any kind takes a while.” she informed me in her sweetest voice as she went to retrieve some other horrifically painful weapon to destroy me with. She bent over, shaking her well-displayed ass as she opened a trunk and pulled out a massive whip, far longer than any she’d used up to that point. “Mmmm, and I’m a very, very patient Mistress… you should consider lucky. I’m willing to put plenty of effort into your rehabilitation. Ohhh I’m gonna take such good care of you...”

She coiled the whip up briefly, raising up to show it to me. My eyes went wide with fright, even more dread than usual running down my spine as I saw what was on the tip of this whip. It looked like… a diamond. With how searingly painful a regular whiplash was, something I’d come to understand quite vividly, I could only imagine the agony such a thing could give me… and before long, I wouldn’t have to imagine it at all.

And as she stared at me with delirious lust in her eyes, preparing to inflict a brand new level of hell upon my pathetic body… against all logic and reason, my cock sprang to life yet again, as if desperate for the punishment.

“Ohhhhh, I love you...” she whispered, as she stepped back and readied her unholy whip. “I love you so goddamn much...”

Domina let loose the most brutal whiplash I’d ever seen, positioning it perfectly so that the diamond tip crashed with a loud crack into my loins. The anguish was indescribable, as was the bizarre ejaculation that went along with it. The mixture of pleasure and pain peaking at once was more than enough to knock me unconscious.