Cynthia's Sissies Pt. 03

[Foreword

This short story is Extremely degenerate and offensive, not to mention ridiculous. I don’t engage in or endorse Anything shown here.]

Cynthia’s Sissies, Part 3

Cynthia Remington’s fat pussy tingled from her recent orgasm… Most of her thick creamy ejaculate still lay spattered on the police commissioner’s bruised face as he slowly came to his senses on the bed…

She barely had to try to break him… She supposed he’d already been broken by his wife… or maybe he was just inherently a weak pathetic man… She did come across as the effeminate credit-stealing beaurocratic type…

He looked so respectable in his uniform… but naked on the bed with his noodle arms, beer belly, man boobs and receding double chin – he was simply a loser… Cynthia felt disgusted with herself for letting his body even touch hers…

If she wasn’t a savvy tactical sort, she would have given into her psychopathic desire to simply dispose of him… none the less – she needed him… for now…

Cynthia’s sleek muscular body elegantly rolled off the bed … and walked over to the wardrobe…

It was a majestic piece of carpentry carved a solid piece of wood… the world’s largest and oldest tree was no more…80% of it turned into wood shavings… and the remainder was a 16ft square masterpiece of faux edwardian carpentry…

The sheer wastefulness of it always warmed her heart… She reached inside and drew out a long dressing gown of fine gold-laced velvet…

As she tied the robe belt around her tight muscular belly, she was thinking of having him clean her ass… but she didn’t want his piggy tongue touching her anymore…

She glanced back at his spread-eagled body… He was awake now and lamely pulling on his cuffs… He even dared to look her straight in the eye… It was a shame that men tended to stop being submissive after they’d dribbled their load… and this loser had cum twice…

His flacid 2 inch dick was coated in it’s own watery jizz… He had actually cum just from her raping his face with her pussy…

“… can I… can you let me out?” He asked lamely. She sighed and felt the beginning embers of anger in her heart flare

“Let you out? Why?… you seem to like being tied up…” She bitchily remarked

“(gulp)… I do… if you uncuff me… I can … fuck you?” he insolently mumbled.

Cynthia’s anger exploded before she could control it. She strode onto the bed as fast as a storm wind and had a foot on his chest… She applied too much pressure accidentally… She felt a sudden giving way under her toned leg and knew that she had broken at least 1 of his ribs…

He blurted out in pain as her foot pressed into his fleshy chest… She felt an intense rush of satisfaction at his pained cry… such genuine pain was music to her ears… She sorely wanted to continue – but common sense stopped her…

“…I’mm … sorr…sorry…” he gasped

“… you really are pathetic… aren’t you?”

“… yes miss… (gasp)…i’m a joke… even my wife hates me…” he struggled to say. Cynthia’s anger died down slightly… such ‘voluntary’ self-deprecation was even more pleasurable than physical pain…

A flicker of a humorless smile crossed her beautiful angular face… Her piercing emerald green eyes pierced his.. He refused to look at her face out of fear… but looked up her leg at her beautiful hairy pussy mound and her heavy cleavage now revealed slightly by her partly open dressing gown… A drop of pussy juice dripped from her cunt and landed onto his chest…

“… yes, you are a joke … a fat little loser… with a small dick…don’t you have a small dick?”

“…yes Miss Cynthia… my willy is a joke…my wife laughs at it somtimes”

Cynthia smiled and removed her foot… She straightened her gown so he couldn’t see her tits anymore and stepped to the base of the huge sex bed…

“… I’m sure lots of people laugh at it… your balls are small too… did you know that?”

“… what?…”

“… you have Small Balls… they’re as small as ping pong balls…” Cynthia declared as she cupped his ball sack under the toes of her left foot.. it barely sprawled over her middle 3 toes, and was slightly purple from when she had crushed them in her hand minutes ago…

“… yes… they are a bit small I suppose…” He huskily muttered… his erection was coming back slowly…

“… small balls mean weak sperm… has your wife ever gotten pregnant?” Cynthia asked, as she flicked them with her toes onto his chubby thigh

“… no…” he muttered with pain in his voice

“… and she definitely won’t be getting pregnant after I’m done with you…” Cynthia whispered as she kicked his left nut with ferocity that one would kick a rat scampering along the kitchen floor…

The police comissioner didn’t say anything… His whole body tensed and tears began forming in his eyes… His left testicle was slightly ‘out of position’ and had a purple bruise on it…

Cynthia smiled with delight… she longed to crush the other ball and hear him cry like a girl… but she needed him to have his other testicle… lest she lose any leverage over him… he sobbed quietly as she pressed her foot over his little 5 inch willy… Interestingly, he had not lost his erection… In fact, he looked harder than before…

“… I know where you live comissioner… I know everything about you… look me in the eye sissy!” She burst out. At the word ‘sissy’, his eyes reluctantly focused on her intensely beautiful face…

She was still robed to hide her magnificent breasts and pussy… all he saw was a giant woman with piercing green eyes and lustrous ebony hair – one foot crushing his dick against his pubic bone ….

“… Stacy is taking the case… if you don’t go along with Everything she says-” Cynthia slowly moved her foot over to his remaining testicle and began putting her body weight down…

“NO.YES YES YES .. FUCK. I WILL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT…. ANYTHING… just please don’t hurt me anymore…” He cried out

“goood sissy… and when you behave… ” She opened her gown to reveal her watermelon-sized breasts. The nipples were at least an inch long… She moved her foot to his dick again…

“…when you’ve done your part… we can fuck… as Hard.. and for as Long as you like… and as Often as you like…” She said as she jerked her foot back and forth over his 5 inch dick…

“…mmm… yes… anything … Anything… You own me…” he muttered painfully. Cynthia smiled evily at him and removed her foot. He had been on the verge of climax… she really enjoyed inflicting that sort of pain…

“Good…” She walked off the bed and strode out of the room… She wanted nothing more than to have a shower… her ‘assistants’ would help the comissioner in due time…

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Jemima desperately pawed through her sparkly purse… the money was gone!… he had robbed her… tears born of terror began gripping her heart… she had earned over 2 grand last night… and now it was gone!… she contemplated just Running Away… but Miss Cynthia’s officers would find her fast… The tracker in her butt cheek could not be removed easily… and besides – they would find her anyway…

Tears ran down her face as morning traffic started rolling past her…what a joke she must look like – her fine fur coat was encrusted with mud and her clothes were completely soiled… her bleeding nose really made her look like the tramp she was…

With a trembling hand she opened her phone…

“… hii… yeh it’s me… something’s happened…. ”

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A rubber-gloved hand knocked on the expensive oak door.

“Come in Penelope!” Cynthia called out loudly from the other side of the door…

Penelope stood in the hall way… She cleared her voice and hurriedly checked the mirror to her left… She saw a flat chested ‘woman’ with short thinning blonde hair. She wore a overalls with big rubber boots. .. She looked like a balding effeminate male farm worker to the untrained eye… She was 30, but looked like she was aging well but was into her 60s….

Penelope forced herself to breathe, as she slowly opened the door into Miss Cynthia’s office… She was sitting upright at her desk typing at her laptop.. she was dressed in a long black shoulder-less dress with a pair of black boots over black fishnets…

She didn’t look up from her computer as she typed away…

“…You’re late Penelope… My massage session was due 1 hour ago…”

“… I had to … deal with one of the girls…we had a call this morning… she didn’t call in last night… and this morning she claims she was robbed…”

“… punish her then in accordance with how much she owes”

“… I was going to… but she claims she can get us another girl…so if I punish her, it could negatively affect business growth… I wanted to bring the matter before you…”

Cynthia stopped typing and put her laptop off to the side… her emerald gaze fell heavily on penelope like a guilotine of judgement.. Penelope could barely contemplate lying… And she became acutely aware of how feminine and beautiful her Mistress was … in comparison to herself…

“Well… what are the details?” Cynthia asked as she leaned back in her chair

“Male… early 20s… no meaningful friends or family relationships… poor… but clearly loves the services of your workers so much that he will pay the price repeatedly… the ‘medication’ has been applied to him at least 10 times in less than 2 months…he’s deeply into Stage 1 development… we have plenty of footage of him being… serviced … the footage speaks for itself… he seems to be ripe for the plucking… and he has agreed to meet your girl tomorrow evening… I thought you’d like to know… ” Penelope stated matter-of-factly with a knowing look…

Cynthia smiled wryly… as she pushed her chair back..

“… you do Do a good job of looking after the girls don’t you… Penelope… I imagine you must have made quite a good mother…” Cynthia said as turned to get up

“…actually… I was mother…” she muttered, with a little pain in her voice as she walked to the corner of the room to retrieve the massage table. Cynthia looked at her with a hint of suspicion.