[Foreword
This short story is Extremely degenerate and offensive, not to mention ridiculous. I don't engage in or endorse Anything shown here.]
Cynthia's Sissies, Part 3
Cynthia Remington's fat pussy tingled from her recent orgasm... Most of her thick creamy ejaculate still lay spattered on the police commissioner's bruised face as he slowly came to his senses on the bed...
She barely had to try to break him... She supposed he'd already been broken by his wife... or maybe he was just inherently a weak pathetic man... She did come across as the effeminate credit-stealing beaurocratic type...
He looked so respectable in his uniform... but naked on the bed with his noodle arms, beer belly, man boobs and receding double chin - he was simply a loser... Cynthia felt disgusted with herself for letting his body even touch hers...
If she wasn't a savvy tactical sort, she would have given into her psychopathic desire to simply dispose of him... none the less - she needed him... for now...
Cynthia's sleek muscular body elegantly rolled off the bed ... and walked over to the wardrobe...
It was a majestic piece of carpentry carved a solid piece of wood... the world's largest and oldest tree was no more...80% of it turned into wood shavings... and the remainder was a 16ft square masterpiece of faux edwardian carpentry...
The sheer wastefulness of it always warmed her heart... She reached inside and drew out a long dressing gown of fine gold-laced velvet...
As she tied the robe belt around her tight muscular belly, she was thinking of having him clean her ass... but she didn't want his piggy tongue touching her anymore...
She glanced back at his spread-eagled body... He was awake now and lamely pulling on his cuffs... He even dared to look her straight in the eye... It was a shame that men tended to stop being submissive after they'd dribbled their load... and this loser had cum twice...
His flacid 2 inch dick was coated in it's own watery jizz... He had actually cum just from her raping his face with her pussy...
"... can I... can you let me out?" He asked lamely. She sighed and felt the beginning embers of anger in her heart flare
"Let you out? Why?... you seem to like being tied up..." She bitchily remarked
"(gulp)... I do... if you uncuff me... I can ... fuck you?" he insolently mumbled.
Cynthia's anger exploded before she could control it. She strode onto the bed as fast as a storm wind and had a foot on his chest... She applied too much pressure accidentally... She felt a sudden giving way under her toned leg and knew that she had broken at least 1 of his ribs...
He blurted out in pain as her foot pressed into his fleshy chest... She felt an intense rush of satisfaction at his pained cry... such genuine pain was music to her ears... She sorely wanted to continue - but common sense stopped her...
"...I'mm ... sorr...sorry..." he gasped
"... you really are pathetic... aren't you?"
"... yes miss... (gasp)...i'm a joke... even my wife hates me..." he struggled to say. Cynthia's anger died down slightly... such 'voluntary' self-deprecation was even more pleasurable than physical pain...
A flicker of a humorless smile crossed her beautiful angular face... Her piercing emerald green eyes pierced his.. He refused to look at her face out of fear... but looked up her leg at her beautiful hairy pussy mound and her heavy cleavage now revealed slightly by her partly open dressing gown... A drop of pussy juice dripped from her cunt and landed onto his chest...
"... yes, you are a joke ... a fat little loser... with a small dick...don't you have a small dick?"
"...yes Miss Cynthia... my willy is a joke...my wife laughs at it somtimes"
Cynthia smiled and removed her foot... She straightened her gown so he couldn't see her tits anymore and stepped to the base of the huge sex bed...
"... I'm sure lots of people laugh at it... your balls are small too... did you know that?"
"... what?..."
"... you have Small Balls... they're as small as ping pong balls..." Cynthia declared as she cupped his ball sack under the toes of her left foot.. it barely sprawled over her middle 3 toes, and was slightly purple from when she had crushed them in her hand minutes ago...
"... yes... they are a bit small I suppose..." He huskily muttered... his erection was coming back slowly...
"... small balls mean weak sperm... has your wife ever gotten pregnant?" Cynthia asked, as she flicked them with her toes onto his chubby thigh
"... no..." he muttered with pain in his voice
"... and she definitely won't be getting pregnant after I'm done with you..." Cynthia whispered as she kicked his left nut with ferocity that one would kick a rat scampering along the kitchen floor...
The police comissioner didn't say anything... His whole body tensed and tears began forming in his eyes... His left testicle was slightly 'out of position' and had a purple bruise on it...
Cynthia smiled with delight... she longed to crush the other ball and hear him cry like a girl... but she needed him to have his other testicle... lest she lose any leverage over him... he sobbed quietly as she pressed her foot over his little 5 inch willy... Interestingly, he had not lost his erection... In fact, he looked harder than before...
"... I know where you live comissioner... I know everything about you... look me in the eye sissy!" She burst out. At the word 'sissy', his eyes reluctantly focused on her intensely beautiful face...
She was still robed to hide her magnificent breasts and pussy... all he saw was a giant woman with piercing green eyes and lustrous ebony hair - one foot crushing his dick against his pubic bone ....
