Author: Iantletoxx

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 4, Part 5 – Nicole [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Fingering] [Masturbation][Les][Plot heavy]

**Nicole**

“To sweeten the mouth, to stuff the cunt, these are the subjects of today’s philosophical picnic.”

Carl´s hungers are intermixed and so is their saturation.

We two and seven other couples have made a delicious school trip for the social Lovemaking on Sunday. Heirs brought their mistresses to Uncle Tom´s Point to be enthralled by the Upper Falls. We are now cuddling on blankets, guys rummaging in the baskets. The air smells by nature of various distillation as I and Carl are gnawing on licorice in turns. His eyes are gleaming, brighten by the rapids, his left hand behind the front slit of my skirt where the black panties can be admired.

“Your lady’s storage stayed empty of food for ages. What do you think is the best thing I can put there?”

This is the trick. He doesn´t like fawning and wants me to give it a thought and stay on topic.

“Hmmm, you might be interested to know how herrings swimming in my love drops taste like… Although they say vag is unpleasant if fishy. You might add some garlic cloves. If you savor it gladly, I hope you will repay me by that Māui-shaped dildo you are building.” Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 4, Part 4 – Jenine [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [BDSM] [Uncomfortable territory] [Plot heavy]

**Jenine**

It doesn´t matter where I am and when I am.

Varying degrees of imprisonment are just lines in the sand. It did not change a thing to Emily Davison when she was jailed. She knew that all women lived in prison whether they saw it or not.

I would expect nothing less from the rabble when I wake up and they seat me on that motorized chair that sends stinging to my bare ass every once in a while. It´s also totally their style when they painfully bend my back to lock my head and hands in the pillory on the plinth and a little peg on the string to pull my tongue.

Male wardens are the most dutiful with the last beautification – twisting and cuffing my legs on the chair so that womanhood between is properly unfurled.

There´s the reason why my cell has no open door during the day. I can be a spectacle, albeit a passive one, untouched in a violating way. My speech being disabled, I couldn´t react to the repetitive derision and bawdy accolades. I wandered in myself, the pains trivial to the steadfast wildcat. The catering is nothing short of groundbreaking. Every Hilton should offer a tube to the nose. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 4, Part 4 – Jenine [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [BDSM] [Uncomfortable territory] [Plot heavy]

**Jenine**

It doesn´t matter where I am and when I am.

Varying degrees of imprisonment are just lines in the sand. It did not change a thing to Emily Davison when she was jailed. She knew that all women lived in prison whether they saw it or not.

I would expect nothing less from the rabble when I wake up and they seat me on that motorized chair that sends stinging to my bare ass every once in a while. It´s also totally their style when they painfully bend my back to lock my head and hands in the pillory on the plinth and a little peg on the string to pull my tongue.

Male wardens are the most dutiful with the last beautification – twisting and cuffing my legs on the chair so that womanhood between is properly unfurled.

There´s the reason why my cell has no open door during the day. I can be a spectacle, albeit a passive one, untouched in a violating way. My speech being disabled, I couldn´t react to the repetitive derision and bawdy accolades. I wandered in myself, the pains trivial to the steadfast wildcat. The catering is nothing short of groundbreaking. Every Hilton should offer a tube to the nose. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 4, Part 3 – Therese [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Dubcon] [BDSM] [Uncomfortable territory] [Les] [Masturbation] [Plot heavy]

*In loving memory of Larry Flynt*

**Therese**

Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you. One should never oppose the teachings of Christ, deaf to the righteousness that is not of this world. And this one central to boot! Verily, contradicting for the human mind, because God gave us the instinct to flinch from the unpleasant. I prayed for bravery, so it wouldn´t be just the spasm of soul. Fear, fear, fear, nourished by Agatha and Ellen.

“Reach out the other goddess and no slowing down, garbage-head!”

The Mexican waved the mighty flogger down on me, slashing my right hip. I cantered on all four, runny nose leaking over the task unwinnable by design. I slowed down the second I accelerated, two mouse traps from the floor snapping on my hands and one on my foot. I was as movable as a worm when I kissed Ellen´s big toe.

“Why should I bother with you, lump of poo?”

“You shouldn´t, ma´am. I simply deserve to be reminded of my worthlessness.” Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 4, Part 3 – Therese [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Dubcon] [BDSM] [Uncomfortable territory] [Les] [Masturbation] [Plot heavy]

*In loving memory of Larry Flynt*

**Therese**

Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you. One should never oppose the teachings of Christ, deaf to the righteousness that is not of this world. And this one central to boot! Verily, contradicting for the human mind, because God gave us the instinct to flinch from the unpleasant. I prayed for bravery, so it wouldn´t be just the spasm of soul. Fear, fear, fear, nourished by Agatha and Ellen.

“Reach out the other goddess and no slowing down, garbage-head!”

The Mexican waved the mighty flogger down on me, slashing my right hip. I cantered on all four, runny nose leaking over the task unwinnable by design. I slowed down the second I accelerated, two mouse traps from the floor snapping on my hands and one on my foot. I was as movable as a worm when I kissed Ellen´s big toe.

“Why should I bother with you, lump of poo?”

“You shouldn´t, ma´am. I simply deserve to be reminded of my worthlessness.” Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 4, Part 2 – Barbara [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Bondage] [Uncomfortable territory] [Plot heavy]

**Barbara**

Straight up mania has opened for business in the Lunaticville.

People there let you seriously down. They promise that you will be grinding sweet-scented masterpieces in the perfumery, but give them a few hours, and you are listening to sighs of females and panting for a breath of guys. I watched the moon and stars rise, accepting the fact that I look forward to class like some loser, as we have started today. In another bizarre inspection of not misused exercise books to which we could write by fastened pen only.

The mature ones were catching up on sleep from the boning and we had double lessons of Androcentrism and History/Geography. Suspension of disbelief was tested by the teacher´s very words.

“Initiating an androcentric version of female´s rights must respond to the individual personality match,” Weatherby said. “Each woman will be paired with a man, who can guide her, who will be not disturbed by her character and who will be able to assess her qualification to work or to orchestrate complicated events.”

Maybe three girls in the class took a note about that. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 4, Part 1 – Stacey [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Dubcon] [Public sex][Plot heavy]

**Stacey**

I refrained from laughing in triumph. He could hang up and never respond again.

“Mr. Damasio, I´m Hamilton! The gal who found your Porsches. And the niece.”

The next time he answered, he didn´t sound any more moderate.

“I remember knockers that might have been more enjoyable than those cars if somebody wasn´t demure! Why don´t I see anything, babe? If you got it, show it!”

“Mr. Damasio, I was snatched! I´m in Princess Tower since September and I finally swindled them, so I could call you. I need to hear… About everything.”

Bohemian-to-the-last-moment Hugo becomes as articulate as in those moments you ask him to sign a check.

“Fellow internal security boy, it´s an honor to be inspected… I screwed up, didn´t I? I should have gone with it and tell fellows at Fraternal poli…”

“Hugo Damasio, you are not scammed! If that is what you think when you are contacted by a distressed smart hottie, who was dreaming about you for two and half months, I begin to see, why you were wasting your time making money, bolstering the mammon. It was a replacement for the missing heart and charm.” Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 3, Part 6 – Stacey [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Dubcon][Humiliation]

**Stacey**

“*Your honeymoon has passed*

*Rings have become vises*

*Amidst of misery*

*You are finding me*

*I don´t come with cost*

*So why should you be lost?*

*Venus of the dusk*

*Venus from the dawn*

*Star of ancient love*

*In heat I smell musk…”*

Singing of mine is theoretically the backbone of this short appearance in the Lovemaking bar, while I think it makes difference for about quarter of the guests. They don´t bother to hush, they clink with glasses of whiskey and they are sneering at previous karaoke songstresses. Those are waiting under stripper poles, the upcoming test ground.

I finished the song graceful, God willing. More than once I emphasized allurement to the douches. Lyrics being not overtly flirtatious, I could do it sparingly and tastefully. I was enchanting guys in pubs, cabarets and motorcycle club three dozen times on my jobs.

The bar area lighted up and applause, ordinary on itself, was storming with cacophony of indecency unheard of this evening. Spokeswoman in the corner smiled, raising arm with a card that read 8/A-. Just stop, people. Offense from you is praise and vice versa. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 3, Part 5 – Roberta [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Les][Spanking]

*Probably the last character added as POV*

**Roberta**

My nose is no longer belonging on the face of Brunkow, who was born with it. I press it into Sylvia´s flesh, her soft belly, licking it shortly. She, thoroughly relaxed, raised up leg upwards and moved the bottom on sofa´s largest cushion, opening the victorious way. The pussy is trimmed, I gave it insatiable kiss. The long one! Sylvia sighed and I brought her juice to the crevice between breasts.

With a small regret I sticked my tongue whole just to the mouth of her own. Our figures met in the harmonical pairs. Lips on lips, tits on tits, mound in mound. At last, our hands touched, we booth crooked forefinger and straightened the thumb to make together the heart shape. Sylvia won our stupid wrestling, so she inserted two fingers to my vagina first. Up and down I squeezed my eyes in the marital satisfaction. I allowed her repeat it four times and then the pleasure wasn´t all mine, I reflected it upon her. We are fawns, enchanted by … Artemis (im)possibly. Pussy suggestions collide with my atheism. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 3, Part 4 – Agatha [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [BDSM] [Humiliation] [Orgy][Oral]

**Agatha**

The last night I dreamt I was a scorpion.

Should I ask for my horoscope? No, that is not necessary; my stars are brighter than ever. Madre de Dios, I am the bright star!

Was it to foretold I will join two other pairs of legs, treading towards unsuspecting prey? Because that´s why I´ve got the reminder all of the sudden.

“On my mark!”

Ellen takes the command as true gringa looking down on darkies and as a true madam looking down on her whores. Ruffled brown hair doesn´t do any harm to the image, neither does the underwear with purple flowers she wears as much as possible.

Irene, our untypical Eskimo, looks at me.

“On your mark, Agatha.”

I winked over bed of Ursula. The leech was sleepy still when she went to the today´s lunch and the Sunday meal for the privileged ones made her dead-beat. Her slumber remained undisturbed neither by us conversing, nor by the singing of absent floozie-pal.

“Can we?”, asked Ellen angrily. Read more »