The Gauntlet Ch. 04

Literotic asexstories – The Gauntlet Ch. 04 by madelinemasoch,madelinemasoch
Kendra

Moving into the next room proved a more difficult task than before, being halfway blinded by Goddess Cassie’s black lace panties wrapped ass-end-first around my head. I must have looked like an utter fool, for when I finally stumbled my way inside, a Goddess’s low laughter was audible from the far side of the new room. My fully exposed throbbing pink erection was probably the center of her amusement.

Though I couldn’t quite see, I pushed the door shut behind me and proceeded to turn to face what I thought to be her direction, opening my knees and showing her my shame. After several more successive giggles, she said, “I see the other Goddesses kept your abuse to a minimum,” dripping with sardonic mirth.

“Far from it, Goddess,” I replied through the panties’ lace fabric, still planted firmly around my face.

She gave another low little laugh and began ordering me around. “I wanna see you crawl around with that thing on your face.” Without even the ability to see exactly what she looked like, I did as she said.

I placed one hand and knee in front of the other, feeling a new carpet beneath me as I crawled half-blind around the room in a circular fashion. Her laughter now resounded all around me.

“You can stop, now,” she snapped after a sharp inhale. I did as I was told and sat still, feeling like nothing more than a naked dog following orders. If I was lucky, I would earn more treats, I told myself.

“Stand up, bitch,” she commanded me casually. I took to my feet. “Take those off your ugly head and put them on properly,” she ordered, now.

I swiftly removed the black lace panties from my face and bent over to sling them around and up my spindly little legs without even pausing a moment to look over the new Goddess I was now answering to. They slid up my skinny legs without issue, but they were much too big to fit around my tight little waist properly. She laughed at me again–I could elicit endless giggles from any Goddess at only the sight of my naked shame.

Goddess Cassie’s black lace panties were held up only by my throbbing pink erection. It was too small a pitched tent for anyone to sleep in, that much was clear. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so utterly and openly pathetic,” the new Goddess said when her laughter subsided again.

I looked from my waste of a self up to her beauty. She was a pretty, skinny thing, with firm, pale legs left entirely exposed beneath a pink leather one-piece that held her best bits together.

Silvery blonde curls cascaded down her shoulders. Her eyes were a deep ocean blue, painted with thick black mascara on her lashes. A silver nose ring sat in her right nostril. Her cheeks were broad and round, her chin prominent, and her lips painted bright pink in a hue matching her leathers. Aside from that pink, the room was all golden–more golden than Goddess Morgan’s had been.

“You like what you see?” she almost whispered, her voice low and somewhat hoarse, obviously well aware I was mid-admiring her.

More than a mouthful of embarrassment escaped my lips as I said, “Yes, Goddess…” searching for her name.

“Goddess Kendra,” she clarified, turning around to show me the well-rounded shape of her ass as it swallowed up the bottoms of her pink leather. She ran a hand up its left cheek and said, “I know you’re absolutely salivating for it…”

Goddess Kendra was correct. “Y-yes, Goddess Kendra,” I stammered, my spirit already two-thirds broken but excited by the unfolding of events anyhow.

“…too bad you don’t deserve it.” She turned back towards me so her ass was out of view again upon uttering those utterly cruel words. The rejection stung any pretensions to dignity or praiseworthiness out of me.

At my gaping face, she only said, “What? You shouldn’t be surprised to hear that… You’re just a little whiteboy, after all.” She wagged her pinky in my face to simulate my lack of size.

“Yes, Goddess Kendra,” I said, supposing after what I’d been through she was right.

She giggled softly once again and said, “Goddess Cassie made that pretty clear to you, didn’t she?”

“Yes, Goddess Kendra,” I repeated. I hadn’t known they were so thoroughly coordinated with each other.

“And what is it she taught you, exactly?” she asked me, so lightly taunting.

I repeated the thing that the last Goddess had taught me so thoroughly. “Whiteboys are not men, Goddess Kendra.”

“Very good!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together lightly with excitement. “That’s why you’re in panties,” she remarked, pointing a finger down there as her lips twisted into a smile.

“I belong in them, Goddess,” I professed, feeling it was true.

“Yes, you very much do,” Kendra agreed, of course. “Tiny white cocks belong in panties, not in pussy.” I nodded in assent to her emasculating remark.

This pretty pale blonde must have had some experience in this regard, to be stating such a thing as matter-of-factly as that.

“Yes, Goddess Kendra,” I repeated, sounding more at ease than I felt in the throes of my own humiliation.

“If you were a real man, our meeting would go very differently,” she explained, turning to the side so I could see her ample ass yet again. She began to gyrate back and forth, simulating sex from behind her.

“I would be like, ‘Oh, fuck me! Your cock is so big! Mmh!'” She continued this mocking display, complete with faux moans and several slaps on her own bare asscheek, for many passing moments. I only stood there in my panties and watched her.

“‘Oh, you’re so big and strong!'” she said mockingly, before releasing her largest spout of laughter yet. “But, no,” she said, suddenly looking at me, dead serious.

“You’re not a real man. You’re weak, and small, and your dick wouldn’t even fucking fit inside of me, now, would it?”

“N-no, Goddess Kendra,” I stammered in agreement to my own emasculation, looking down at my pinky of a cock for proof. She laughed even harder, this time.

“I think I deserve much better than you,” she added on to the pyre of my embarrassment. “Don’t you agree?” she asked, just to taunt me.

“I agree, Goddess Kendra,” I said, without any other words to potentially say than pure assent.

“Oh, tell me how much you think I deserve big black cocks,” she said, goading me on down the rabbit hole of humiliation. She turned back to the side, and my eyes traveled lightning quick down to her curvy little butt. She gave it a playful smack once more and awaited my impending praise.

“You’re so pretty, you deserve to get pounded by big black cocks,” I said, losing myself in the beauty she lorded over me.

“For my pleasure, first and foremost, of course,” she elaborated, imposing herself onto me. “What you get only drips off of me.”

“Yes, Goddess Kendra,” I squealed with a newfound excitement at what she described. Staring at her ass lustily, I imagined a splotch of some black man’s cum dripping down its curve and onto my eager tongue beneath it.

“Good boy,” she said before spreading her asscheeks apart and clapping them together a bit. “Why don’t you bow down?” she asked, rather rhetorically, and surely I was still being tested.

I lowered myself to my knees, Goddess Cassie’s black lace panties still strung around my too-skinny waist, held up only by my tiny boner. “Very good,” Goddess Kendra said. “An upright posture isn’t very befitting of a slave.”

She then shifted her entire body towards me, ass-end first. I was treated to a close-up view of her glorious ass as she stuck it right in front of my face. She didn’t stop, however, only smashing it right into me–I simply had no choice but to give it a kiss.

She giggled softly at this as she swayed away, in an almost dismissive tone. Then, she swung back again, and I met her other buttcheek with a kiss.

Dissatisfied, she reached back and pulled my head forth from my hair, holding me there. “Now, sniff,” she ordered me, annoyedly.

I drew in a long inhale of her anal aroma, my face forced into her glorious ass. She giggled darkly this time, then ripped me away by my hair so I almost fell back onto the floor below us both.

“Wouldn’t you just love to see me stuffed with a big black cock, tearing my cheeks apart, making me scream?” she continued to taunt me, clapping those asscheeks together with both her hands again. I pictured it from the floor behind and beneath her: a black cock three times my own just railing her into her chair.

“Yes, Goddess Kendra!” I exclaimed. My tiny pink boner was throbbing in the panties even harder at the image.

She chuckled in her soft, dark way and spat venom at me. “You wouldn’t even fit inside, whiteboy.” Goddess Kendra turned to face me, unfortunately obscuring her big butt from my view, again.

I nodded in assent, knowing it was true. “Yes, Goddess Kendra,” I muttered. This would prove to be my most frequently used phrase, I was sure, though no one was there to keep track but myself.

“I mean, look at yourself,” she said, holding up a proverbial mirror to my shame. “Your body is frail and weak. Your penis, if we should even be calling it that, is miniscule. You’re literally wearing panties, just because I told you to. You’re not a man. You’ve never been a man, and you never will be a man. Now, repeat it back to me,” she said, showering me in humiliation once again.

“I’ll never be a man, Goddess Kendra,” I repeated obediently, my tongue slithering to the roof of my mouth upon the last syllable. How much I wished it was slithering up her asscrack–or her illustrious tittes–instead was immense.

“That’s right,” she said, “and you’d do well not to forget it.”

“I won’t,” I said in another display of my obedience to her.

“Good,” she said, her voice sounding almost lusty this time in its lowness. “Now, lower those panties down so I can have a good laugh at your tiny little dick,” she ordered me next.

I did as she said instantly, swiping the black lace panties down off my waste of a waist and shuffling their way down and fully off me, doing my best to stay on my knees the entire time. Her laughter didn’t wait for me to finish removing them. It was low and dark and cruel, as she was in spite of her slight, candy-coated demeanor and golden blonde appearance.

“Look at that little shrimp,” she cooed mockingly, stepping closer to me to place her right pinky beside my shrimp in question. Sure enough, her smallest finger nearly outdid my entire package in length. She wagged it around as more laughter spouted from her pink-painted lips.

Worse than only that, I was already fully hard and aching for some sort of release–in spite of my prior engagements with Goddess Lynn. Still, I just sat there on my knees, enduring her merciless laughter and mocking, holding my hands firmly behind my back.

Goddess Kendra straightened up above me, pulling her pinky finger back just to wag it in my face. My eyes widened at her, just watching this beauteous blonde have her fun at humiliating me. I wanted to make it as fun for her as possible, so I spread my knees wide apart to give her the greatest open view of my naked shame.

She met that with a sharp kick that I hadn’t even seen coming, and my gaze fell from her beauty to her feet as I grunted in dismay.

The Goddess gave a sharp cackle at the pain she had inflicted, which was shockingly great on my fragile little balls for just one kick. She stomped a bit and said, excitedly, “I wonder, if I hit them hard enough, would it make your little dick spurt?”

“Agh–I don’t know, Goddess,” I struggled to say.

She only giggled a bit once more and retorted, “I have just the thing for this occasion.” I looked up to watch her turn away and bounce that luscious ass all the way to the other side of the room where she had started.

I watched Goddess Kendra retrieve a thick spool of silver duct tape in one hand and a wide, black, elevated table-looking thing with a small hole in its center in the other. She traipsed back over to me excitedly in her tight pink leathers and told me, “Lie back,” with a point of a finger on the hand holding the duct tape spool.

I did as I was bid, laying flat on my back on the floor. At least this one was carpeted–in gold, no less–I told myself as I felt her foreboding approach.

Goddess Kendra set the table down on top of me, though it was elevated, so I didn’t feel anything–until she wrapped her fist around my whole genitalia and dragged it up and into the hole in the table’s center. She forced it inside from beneath it, so my tiny little shrimp of a boner stood upright onto the table’s surface, and my balls were fully exposed to whatever this blonde Goddess may give me next.

She then unfurled the duct tape with a loud crackling sound. It went around my ankles, tying them together without a hint of wiggle room. She then grabbed each of my hands, left to right, not bothering to command me to place them up on the table myself, and did the same to my wrists.

She was violent in tearing each piece off, in a lack of scissors, I presumed. “There we go,” she said as a matter of course before stepping away towards the far wall once again. Trapped, I tried as well as I could to watch her, but my vision was limited.

When she finally returned, after what felt like an era, it was without the duct tape spool and with a tiny wooden mallet in hand, instead. “You see this, beta boy?” she asked tauntingly, kneeling ahead of me and holding the little gavel in front of my waiting face.

“Yes, Goddess Kendra,” I answered obediently, feeling the sweat build up on my brow.

“I’m gonna use it to smash your little nuts,” she said with so much cruel mirth as she pulled it away from my face.

“Yes, Goddess Kendra,” was all I could say.

I felt her push a thumb down hard in between my little balls, but didn’t dare to pull away so much as a centimeter for fear of what may happen if they fell out from under the hole in the table she had placed them in. I heaved a moan of pain as she applied the pressure necessary to keep my little nuts separated and in place. She then brought the gavel down, methodically–actually somewhat gently–onto my left testicle.

“You have been judged inferior,” she said happily, bringing it down slightly harder this time on my right. “The punishment: ballbusting.” She hit the left one even harder, making me shudder as much as I could in my bindings. With a giggle, she mockingly asked me, “Awh, did that one hurt?”

“Yes, Goddess Kendra,” I squealed as I squirmed, absolutely helpless to her wicked whims.

She slammed the little wooden gavel down even harder onto my right nut. “Good,” she breathed darkly down at me as I squealed yet again. “Maybe you’ll beg me to stop,” she said as she smashed my left ball with the little mallet. “If you still have the fortitude, by the end of all this.”

Alternating sides of my balls with each slam, she certainly fulfilled her aims of punishing me by busting them. Lightning bolts of pain shot up my groin and into my stomach with each successive blast. Each little blow felt like a battering ram into my crotch, in spite of it only being a skinny blonde girl with a micro-sized mallet.

Several hits later, and I cried out in agony. “Please stop, Goddess Kendra, please stop,” I begged her. Her prior prediction had proven entirely right, for I felt so drained in spite of my pent-up arousal–but precisely because of the pain she had inflicted on its central locus.

“Oh, fine,” she said, finally setting the little gavel down beside her pale and naked thigh. “Those tiny balls are very red, you’ll be pleased to know. You can show them to your next Goddess,” she informed me.

With a grunt, I recalled my statements to the previous one. “Thank you, Goddess Kendra,” I said, feeling just how pathetic I was to say it as I did. The pain in my sack outdid the shame I was feeling, somehow.

She giggled at me and offered a faux-sweet, “You’re welcome, little boy.”

Goddess Kendra stood up and pushed my little genitals down below the hole in the table she had placed over me. She proceeded to remove it, taking it back to the area of the far wall behind her original seat.

I shifted only my head up–so as not to arouse her ire by moving out of turn–and saw that my balls really were bright, firetruck red now. They looked just as they felt–incredibly painful.

As Goddess Kendra made her way back over me, I looked down at the little gavel she had used to inflict such pain, as well. As if to make my humiliation even worse, a cruel joke by God, it was just about the same length as my pathetic shrimp of a cock.

Towering over me, she said, “You’re allowed to sit up, now.” I shifted forward to take a sitting stance beneath her, hoping I would at least get a consolation prize for my loss of comfort. I had never thought a punishment could be so cruel–and this was still only the fourth stage of twenty-eight.

My work of submission cut out for me, I was determined to only show gratitude for the pain I had endured, and would continue to endure, for the rest of that night and assuredly, beyond it. The Goddesses had so graciously shown me that I would never be a real man. Pain for their pleasure would simply have to become my medium of making love by.

“Did you enjoy it?” she asked, her hands at each of her luscious hips, somehow being serious–there must have been a catch. “Not as much as I did, I’m sure,” she qualified it with.

“I… Yes. Thank you, Goddess Kendra,” I replied, slowly.

“You’re welcome, little bitch,” she said with a satisfied air about her, even though it seemed I stopped her too early for her own liking. She reached down to tear the duct tape off my limbs. “You can crawl out now, if you’d like,” she said, much too kindly. Something was certainly amiss.

Nevertheless, I turned away from her to begin crawling my way out and onto the next Goddess’s chamber. Just then, I heard her start to laugh at me from behind my back again. “Awh, did one of the last Goddesses whip up your pathetic little ass?” she asked, her voice back in her mocking tone. She skidded up to me to spank my right cheek harder than I would’ve liked, and I stopped in my tracks with a wince and a sharp moan.

“Y-yes, Goddess Kendra,” I answered her honestly.

She laughed again and said, “Well, I could always add a few slaps of my own. Sit still.” She situated herself behind me, like a predator, and her hands landed one after the other onto each of my already reddened little asscheeks. I continually moaned in agony as she heightened it, at the absolute mercy of this cruel little girl.

“Thank you, Goddess Kendra,” I repeated through gritted teeth one of the only phrases I felt able to say on that night of totally increasing weakness.

“You’re welcome,” she said. “Pathetic little bitch.”

With one final spank on my left side, she stood up straight behind me, finally withdrawing. I began my slow and agonized crawl to see the next Goddess and endure whatever she had planned for me, whoever she could be. Four strange women had already put me beneath the wheel of their dominance and cruelty, and I was determined to prove I had not been entirely ground up into pathetic little paste just yet.

Shockingly, she hadn’t made my little dick spurt with her ballbusting punishment–she was surely hitting them hard enough, but I might not have allowed her the time necessary to achieve this. Contemplating the fact that I hadn’t even the chance to see this Goddess remove her clothing, I turned in front of the doorway to give her one final glance before turning the knob.