Panty Raid: Part 12 (Patreon)

Welp, I'm probably going to hell for this one.  Apologies to any believers among you.  💙

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Bronx gives me a grin and wink then flicks the last drop of cum off her tip at me before stepping away.  Throwing my ski mask into my hands she says.  “Clean up little man and show some respect.  The Queen’s comin next.”

With the mask in both hands I do what I can to scrub the ooey-gooey oozing splooge from my face.  My God, their God, I felt hollowed up.  Used up, chewed up, wrung out, used up again, then had the last of me squeezed out to the final drop.  My balls ached from cumming so much, my dick was shrunken into itself in surrender, and my five times reamed behind was having a hell of time closing up again.  These gals had WRECKED me, and I had never felt more ALIVE!

“So much for not knowing.”  Gripes Jenna.  “Damn it Bronx.  Now we gotta know who he is.  Fuck, I think I've seen this guy before.”

“He fucked good.  He deserved a proper facial.”

“I fucked good?”  I huff.  “Holy shit Bronx.  I won’t be walking right for a week.  You're a fuckin beast!”  The beefy Bronx’s shoulders rise just a little as I say that and a tiny smile brightens her chiseled good looks.

“Oooo!  He’s so handsome!”  Peeps Ariel as I lower the mask and look over at her.  “You are very handsome Mister.”

“Nothing compared to your beauty my angel.”  I say, which gets her blushing like mad.

“Not bad Tom Thumb.”  Pippa says as she looks me over..  “For a dude with a micro-penis, not bad.”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t love it Pip.”  I wink, making her giggle hysterically.

“Love it?  She didn’t even feel it.”  Phoebe teases.

“Look whose talking pee wee.”  I quip right back to the smallest and most sarcastic of the gals, even though she absolutely dwarfed me.

“This sassy bitch!  Ha ha ha!”  Laughs Jenna.

The rest of us laugh with her.  All five women that had already had me were drunk in their post-nut afterglow and the warm, giddy mood growing in the room reflected that.

Snap!

“Enough!”  Izumi’s sharp voice is as crisp as the smack the bamboo cane in her right hand made as it clapped off her opposite palm.  Still on my knees I turn around to see, to my great surprise, that Izumi had dressed at some point during Bronx’s unrelenting pounding.  She stood tall in the classic black and white habit of her order, complete with its long veil draped down her back and the wood and silver crucifix on a chain around her neck.  She looked like just like a nun you might see in a movie, except for the massive tent that was pushing out her robes.  “You demon.  Don’t think I can’t see what you’re doing here.  You have ruined them.”  Izumi seethes.  “You have ruined my sisters.  But you shall not ruin me.  My faith is strong!”

She walks toward me, holding the three foot long cane as if she were an experienced dominatrix.  Even after all I’d done and seen, the sight of Izumi makes me tremble.  That cold expression, those dark eyes burning with the fire of her faith, that horse sized cock, she was like something from out of the most erotic nightmare.

“Don’t hurt him!”  Pleads Ariel.  “Please.”

“Ariel.”  Jenna says in a low voice.  “She let you have your turn.  Now it’s hers.  Be quiet darlin.  Frat boy will stop this if he wants to.”

I give Ariel a reassuring look to backup what Jenna had said.

With a swoosh of her cane she points at me.  “You will beg our Savior for forgiveness for what you have done here this night.  And you will beg me for mercy before the end.”

A tense silence fall over the room at this rapid shift in energy. There was none of the playfulness of the other gals in Izumi’s ice cold tone.

I swallow hard, my eyes switching focus from the tip of her cane up to her face.  “And if I don’t?”

“You will.  You are a mere male.  A weak, pathetic, sinful man.”

“If I don’t?”

She looks up to the crucified form of Jesus hanging on the cross then slowly back down to me again and whispers.  “The Lord is with me.”  Her eyes snap to Bronx.  “Rope him up.”

“Rope me…?”

“Kinky.”  Bronx claps and springs to her feet.

“Oh Mister!”  Gasps Ariel, worry in her sweet voice.

“Bondage was an option!?”  Gripes Pip once more.  “DANG IT!”

“Say the word frat boy and this ends.”  Jenna reminds me as the nude Bronx hurries to carry out the command.

Defiantly I continue to stare up at the awe inducing form of Izumi.  “I’m good.”

“You are evil.”  Izumi states.

“I am good.”  I say again.  “Best you’ll ever have.”

Izumi had been on a holier-than-thou superiority trip since the moment I got here and I was done with it.  After all I’d been through tonight I felt I deserved a little god damned respect from these women.  If this is what I had to do to earn it from her, so be it.  I’d give it my best.  It was a matter of pride.  Besides, after all of this, I just had HAD to know if I could take the Queen.  Her cock was a whole other level and I just had to know.

I don’t even flinch as I feel the cuffs tighten around my wrists.  I continue to hold Izumi’s dark gaze as climbing ropes are fed through the steel rings on the leather cuffs and then through hidden iron anchors set high in the walls opposite each other.

“Up you go little man.”  Bronx says from behind me.

With a mighty heave my arms stretch out wide and I am hoisted to my feet and right to my tip toes.  The ropes are tied off to what must have been another anchor behind me.  I am completely naked, bound and completely exposed, without even the veil of anonymity anymore.  I was at her mercy.

Izumi and I continue our battle of wills, eye to eye, when suddenly I watch a change wash over.  The cane begins to tremble in her hand as her eyes widen in…horror?  Her stare flits to the wall behind me, lingers, and then returns to me again.  She staggers back a step at what she saw.  There on one of the nightstands a small makeup mirror just happened to be pointed my way.  What I see within it is myself hanging from my outstretched arms in a pose that could only be described as a crucifixion.  The dried jizz crusting my hair made my bangs look like a crown of thorns.  The dribbles of semen that had I had missed along my temples look like rivulets of white blood.  And in the background I can see the figure of another man, nearly naked and in a position identical to my own.  That figure was not one of these special sisters that Izumi believed were so special and so chosen by God.  It was the figure of a ‘mere’ male.  Just like me.

The moment passes in an instant.  I am not even sure if the others caught it.  I only did because I was staring her down.  Still shook but too proud to show it Izumi blinks her eyes and shakes her head, then her hard gaze snaps back to meet mine once more.  Her knuckles go white as she clutches the cane and twists it in her grip.

“Beg.”  She hisses.  “Beg now and spare yourself male.”

Flexing my arms I rise higher and say in a bold voice.  “Sister, into your hands I commit my body.”