Female Domination - Revenge. Part 30
Valera, of course, understood that the situation, in which he had literally pissed himself from just a glance from Margo, had put all the i's dotted. He had shown weakness on the level of a little dog that gets yelled at and pisses itself from fear. And so he, too, from the fear that had been building up in him all this time, suddenly and unconsciously burst out of him, and it burst out through his bladder, and here was the result—he was sitting in a puddle of his own urine in front of the girls mocking him. He could never have imagined exactly this outcome from meeting Margo; to disgrace himself like this, of course, he absolutely did not want, but it happened due to circumstances beyond his control. Of course
this situation greatly satisfied Mira and especially Sonya, who in her soul was practically squealing with delight watching her rapist sit before her on the floor in pissed pants. Probably no one could have expected such an outcome to the meeting."—to the scum—" Sonya threw him a utility knife. "—castrate yourself—" she looked at him with a smile of contempt. "—your dick won't be of any use to you anymore anyway—" she continued to speak to him arrogantly and with notes of malice. "—choose, scum—" she looked him straight in the eyes. "—either you leave here a eunuch, or you don't leave at all!"
Mistress Lina at this time was already sitting on one of the chairs, crossing her legs, and Rafael, still with the dildo on his face, was sitting near Mistress Lina's feet and even, like a devoted little dog, was pressing himself against her. Mira, like Sonya, was standing, her eyes flashing with malice, and at Sonya's suggestion about castration, she nodded approvingly. In the corner stood Amanda, slightly flexing her pumped-up arms, and on the bed, sitting proprietarily with her legs spread wide, was Anya, shaking her head in amazement at how Valera, her quite recent brutal sexual partner and dormitory Casanova, could have sunk so low and literally pissed himself.
"—Yeeeah, of course—" Anya drawled. "—well, you're such a looooser!"
"—Yeah, they're only brave in a crowd—" said Mira. "—but one-on-one, look what cowards they are."
"—So, girls—" Milena suddenly entered the room. "—are we going to put up the Christmas tree?"
"—We are!—" said Mistress Lina and looked at Valera. "—You see, we're putting one up—" she looked him straight in the eyes, still without much emotion, from a gaze that Valera probably would have pissed himself again from if he hadn't already emptied his bladder. "—Will you be our Christmas tree?—" she asked Valera. "—And from now on we'll call you Yolka (Christmas Tree)."
Valera looked at everyone despondently and saw near him the utility knife Sonya had thrown to him for castration, with the blade closed. In his head, shame, fear, and the inevitability of future humiliations were all mixed together, which he imagined in the form of sexual perversions, which, of course, he imagined in relation to himself, and they were not at all arousing. Valera picked up the utility knife lying near him on the floor, extended (uncovered) the blade, and, standing up and adopting a threatening pose, held the knife out in front of him on an outstretched arm.
"—Go fuck yourselves, bitches—" he growled threateningly. "—Come here, bitch—" he jabbed the knife in the air towards Amanda. He couldn't get any closer because his leg was chained to the armchair with a chain and handcuff, and the armchair, when he jerked his leg, remained in place as if rooted. Valera remembered that he was chained and probably couldn't run anywhere, and decided in his head that he would fight for himself to the last and, if necessary, cut up any bitch from among these creatures.
However, Valera noticed, to his shame, that even with a knife in his hand, he couldn't bear that heavy, oppressive gaze of Mistress Lina, and he also noticed that when he grabbed the knife and threatened with it, no one—not Mira, not Sonya, not Rafael, not anyone except Anya—even flinched; only Anya sort of shrank back a little at the very beginning when he moved threateningly towards Amanda, but his movement was limited by the chain. "—Well, what are you standing there for?—" he continued to shout, practically in hysterics, which was overwhelming him more and more.
He understood that the situation was hopeless, and on top of that, he was with a knife and not scaring his opponents at all, and because of this, madness, hysteria, and anxiety overwhelmed him even more. "—Come here, you steroid bitch—" for some reason he was trying to overcome his fear of Amanda, which she had instilled in him in a fraction of a second when she squeezed him with her strong hands, making him feel like a tadpole before a polar bear. "—Come here, bitch—" he continued, waving his arm from side to side, brandishing the knife.
"—Aaaaaaa—" Valera suddenly completely lost control of himself. A jolt of electricity pierced his body, he shook, and the moment the electricity stopped shocking him, he fell face-first onto the floor into his urine, dropping the knife in the process. "—Aaaaaaa—" the electricity began to flow again, piercing his entire body, his eyes bulging from their sockets. "—Aaaaaaa—" Valera continued to scream, writhing before his tormentors in the puddle of his urine, through which the electricity raced and struck. He was already gasping for air with his lips, swallowing his own urine from the floor. "—Aaaaaaaa—" he thought it would never stop, but he couldn't do anything; he couldn't even ask them to stop; he could only scream—"Aaaaaaa"—and sometimes even just moan and writhe on the floor, chained to that terrible armchair. Of course, he realized that this electricity was shocking him through the handcuff shackled to his leg, and the puddle of urine only intensified the effect.
"—Well, have you calmed down? Had enough fucking around?—" Valera looked at Sonya, who had something like a remote with a button in her hand. "—What, you little shit, shut up?—" she again continued to press the button, delivering more and more new shocks from which Valera continued to writhe, and in the intervals, when Sonya asked questions, he began to beg for mercy.
"—Fuuuuuck—" Anya suddenly exclaimed in outrage. "—Bitch—" she, like a wolf sniffing, moved her nose around. "—He shit himself, it seems."
"—Looks like it—" said Amanda.
"—Yeah, fuck—" said Mira. "—Bitch, you're a truly unique piece of shit—" she looked at Valera lying on the floor, who was also lying on the floor gasping for air.
"—Enough—" said Mistress Lina, addressing Sonya.
"—Okay—" Sonya looked at her and demonstratively pressed the button one more time.
"—Aaaaaaa, mmmmmm—" Valera twisted on the floor again.
"—Scum bitch—" Sonya threw the remote on the bed. "—Bitch, I actually haven't had my fill of playing yet—" she, overcoming herself, left the room.
"—You understand everything, scum?—" Mistress Lina addressed Valera.
"—Y-y-yes—" he answered, stuttering and nodding his head affirmatively. Valera was already not only physically but also morally destroyed, plus he understood that from those shocks he had also shit himself. He already deeply regretted trying to put up resistance, calling himself in his mind a madman who had succumbed to emotions.
"—Now you'll be washed up—" she was removing the facial dildo from Rafael. "—You'll help him! Okay?—" she addressed Rafael while petting him like a little dog, who understood that the question was, of course, rhetorical.
"—Yes, Mistress—" answered Rafael, and getting up from the floor, he ran to get a bucket of water and a rag.
"—Wait—" she stopped Rafael. "—Cut off his jeans—" this was necessary so as not to remove the handcuff. Rafael approached Valera, whom he helped sit on his ass, unbuttoned his jeans, and on the leg with the handcuff, he slit the entire pant leg and his underwear too with the same utility knife, then helped pull off the other pant leg. Valera sat on the floor in the puddle, in a wet shirt, without pants, and with his ass smeared in shit. He buried his head in his knees from hopelessness and humiliation, wrapping his arms around them. Gradually coming to his senses, he was realizing what had happened and was happening and was very afraid to look in Amanda's direction, whom he had so recklessly threatened.
"—Alright, Rafael—" continued Mistress Lina. "—Go ahead, wash him up and air this place out, then call us—" she took the remote from the bed and left; Anya, Mira, and Amanda left with her.