Punishment

"Release me at once you vulgar fiend! Halt this obscene....Unnnnggghhh!" grunted Detective Shaun lustily as the soft feminine grip of Mistress Coco clasped his, in spite of himself, raging erection. "I'm sorry, were you saying something?" taunted the dominatrix. His self-righteous tirade was abruptly cut off as she expertly caressed the head of his shaft with just one finger, sending devastating sensations pulsing through his manhood that melted his will.

“Now now, you really are in no position to protest,” Mistress Coco coquettishly cooed. “This is fair punishment after all, for nosing into my operation and then having the nerve to try to escape! I see there’s still too much fight in you. You must realise that I’m in complete control. No worries, this should sort you out,” she added, and with that she pulled firmly but gently down on the skin just behind the frenulum of my penis.

“Noooo! Uhhhhh! Nnngghh!” That was all Shaun could take as he shot pulses of stringy cum in utter defeat to the sexual power of Mistress Coco. And as she declared, that indeed took the fight out of him.

It was several hours into the interrogation and punishment of Detective Shaun at the hands of Mistress Coco. He sat naked and defenseless under the spotlight, his legs strapped apart to ensure her easy access to his tender loins. Even now, in this state, his body remembered the pleasure it had been subjected to, willingly or not, and his traitorous manhood erected itself fully, obscenely, and with no small amount of twitching and precumming from the aftershocks of the most intensely humiliating night of his life. Sweat poured down his chest from the relentless series of orgasms that had been forc*d out of his unwilling testicles.

Mistress Coco snapped on her gloves and readied her milking implements for another round of forc*ng Shaun to relinquish control of his body. He had already screamed out all the Agency’s secrets 16 climaxes ago. He could only surmise that she kept up the torment to ensure his will was thoroughly broken and made ready for enslavement. He braced himself for what was to come, praying that he would survive the ordeal.

Coco was an experienced dominatrix, and knew all the right buttons in a man’s cock to make it cum like a fountain. He was already on his 21st orgasm and she hadn’t even taken off her bra yet. Yet alone used her sweet pussy. It’ll be a long sexual night for this poor detective, she thought, as Shaun screamed to his 22nd, begging her to stop.

37 ejaculations later, Shaun hung broken, his right arm draped loosely over Mistress Coco’s shoulder. Drool leaked freely from his open mouth, his eyes vacant and unseeing. Yet she was not done. Far from it. Her hand continued its intimate conversation with his suffering penis, while her impressive breasts and rock hard nipples pressing against his body sent jolts of arousal straight to his cock. As Shaun felt the familiar painful contraction of his balls which signaled the onslaught of yet another wave of semen, he reflected forlornly that the rumors of Mistress Coco’s ship being “Hell on Earth” could not be any truer.