21 Century Muscle Goddesses: Three Bitches Club
Sometimes they call themselves the Three Bitches Club. Not that they have a charter or meeting place. They enjoy intimidating, degrading and beating men.
One man called them bitches. An act for which he feels fresh regret every time he writes a check to his endodontist.
They also call themselves 21st Century Women. Women how know their strength and have the will to use it. Women with no esteem for men. Males are weak, foolish, incompetent.
They laugh at the notion of gender equality. No man is their equal.
They say that modern women must take control. Women who must keep men subordinate. Femdom women.
They never miss a workout. Men at the gym know to give the three, plenty of room. Have learned that flirtation earns reprisal.
New members never detect danger. They see three beautiful women with powerful physiques.
New to the gym, to the town, Jerry had no reason to fear the women. He had been the only patron until they entered.
He struggled not to stare at them, but their sexual magnetism kept turning his head. Especially blond Indomita. How he wanted to kiss and lick her muscular thighs.
Even if he could control his face, the bulge in his trunks revealed his lust.
His erection made Indomita – and her friends Lori and Gail – laugh. They saw a potential plaything. To use Indomita’s word: prey.
Cute boy, Indomita thought to herself. If a guy has a pretty face the women only feel more hunger for his humiliation.
Indomita has never known a shy moment in her life.
“Howdy, I’m Indomita.”
A shy guy, Jerry blushed. (Causing the women eagerness to see him cry).
A boring conversation followed. Each having unspoken desires. Desperately horny, Jerry hoped Indomita might invite him home. And fantasized of having sex with three women. Indomita wanted to blacken his eyes and bust his lips.
Seeing he was about to do bench presses Indomita offered to spot Jerry. Jerry stood, preparing to move to another bench.
The women pressed against him. Experienced and skilled bondage Mistresses, Indomita, Lori and Gail quickly stripped and bound him.
His sudden helplessness seemed like magic to Jerry.
“Hey, this isn’t funny.”
Their laughter disagreed.
Jerry squirmed, started yelling.
Indomita backhanded his scrotal sac.
“Shut up or I’ll rip your balls off.”
Jerry froze, softly pled:
“Please untie me.”
More laughter. Indomita often says, “Why talk to a man when you can laugh at him?”
She thumped his balls. He groaned.
Indomita grabbed Jerry’s scrotal sac, wrapped both palms around it, slammed her hands together.
He bent in agony. Groaned. Felt his testes would burst. Sudden nausea made him feel he would vomit.
“I warned you, faggot.”
“I’m not -“
“The women chanted ‘Faggot! Faggot! Faggot!”
Indomita’s fists pounded his testicles. Punch followed punch. Tears streamed down his cheeks.
She drank deeply of the fear in the helpless man’s eyes.
“I’ll do anything.”
“I’m going to untie you. Lick my feet. Lick all of our feet.”
Thoroughly intimidated, Jerry dropped to his knees and obeyed.
“Don’t hurry, fag. Get every spec of dirt.”
Finishing the last foot, Jerry looked up at his tormentor.
“Typical fag, no self-respect. Imagine crawling on the floor, licking dirt from shoes. You’re just scum.”
Indomita’s kicked his scrotal sac. Jerry almost fainted. Consciousness lasted for another dozen kicks.
Jerry passed out to the sound of laughing sadists.
He would wake in a cage and begin a new life.