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As I walk into the room I see you three girls sitting on a stool and think you are just the sort of girls I always go for: young, pretty, skinny, vivacious, giggly, dressed a bit ‘tarty’, and you have your hair two lovely plaits. When you smile at me I look at your face and feel my stomach lurch with that immediate emotional response: you look so deliciously pretty! I just can’t help myself coming to you and gazing at your face. I notice a movement out of the corner of my eye and see that your shiny little black wet-look ciré micro-miniskirt has ridden up your thighs so that I can see your tanned, pencil-slim thighs and even that little bulge that you skinny girls have just at the top of the thighs below the panty line. I try so hard not to stare, but just can’t help my eyes riveting on your thighs. You catch my eye and giggle so attractively that I feel myself blushing bright red. “Getting a good look then, are you?” you ask, and I feel so ashamed, especially when I feel a tingling feeling between my legs. Girls have such power over us poor males! It is then that you deliberately turn to face me and make the skirt ride up so far that I can see a tiny little vee of tight, shiny, white silk panty framed between your delicious thighs and the edge of your skirt; and my jaw drops. “P- p-p-panty!” stammer as I gaze at the icon of your femaleness and you and your girl friends laugh, giggle and point at me in my in my abject humiliation. I want so much to touch your white slender thighs silky panty-triangle of that I start to tremble. “I am so sorry!” I blurt out, but that just makes you laugh at me even more and I just stand there in misery at my male shame. I am a helpless victim of your beautiful femaleness and my disgusting male urges. Girl Power! You point at a TV screen showing a dominatrix dressed in a black leather miniskirt, showing off white silk panties and wielding a whip. You ask me if I like her. “No!” I say as convincingly as I can, but I know that you realise I am extremely aroused by her. Another humiliation! Then you play a video. I see an arena with a raised wrestling ring in the centre and seats all around. To my horror I also see that a big strong-looking man is on his knees, naked, in the middle of the ring, his testicles are tied tightly in a ladies’ stocking. A pretty young girl, also naked except for a pair of black leather boots, is flogging the man with a whip while he sobs, crying out in pain. As we watch, she flicks his balls with the whip: he screams in agony. Then she settles down to a rhythmic whipping of his naked arse until suddenly, to my amazement, his penis rears up harder than before, his hips thrust forwards and backwards, and huge gouts of his awful male shame spurt into a bowl placed under him, obviously to catch his humiliation. When he has finished the girl leads him from the ring by pulling the stocking. I am stunned, but also curiously aroused, at the awful sight. From your knowing look, you know about the feelings of sexual arousal I am experiencing all right! You undo my belt and my flies, letting my trousers fall to the floor at my feet, exposing my skin-tight shiny black briefs. You look approvingly at the growing bulge in my pants. You say, “We are going to fight: if you win you can rape me in the arena; but if I win I get to do what I like with you!” With that a pretty young girl helps me step out of my trousers, so I stand exposed and frightened. Oh the humiliation! As I watch you, you deliberately flaunt your shiny white silky panty vee. My penis becomes hard, pushing my pants out from my belly. I need you so much that I ache! And I want to cuddle you and stroke your two plaits in my hands, feel your breasts on my chest, looking into your pretty eyes, kissing you, oh so gently on the lips. Several girls come into the room, taking their seats to watch the fight. A TV camera starts to film. Oh the abject humiliation! As we come together to fight I can’t tear my eyes away from looking at that little vee of silky white panty peeping out from under your tiny black skirt. Then I watch your little breasts, obviously unrestrained by a bra, wobbling seductively inside your tight black silk top. My penis goes hard, my balls hanging like huge lead weights in my pants. It is over in a few seconds as you sweep my legs from under me, pining me to the canvas with your knees on my upper arms, your panties in my face. You say, “You wanted my panties! Now you’ve got them: kiss my knickers submission!” I cry with the humiliation, “I can’t, it is just too shameful!” But as you shift your panties into my face I have no choice really: with a sob of shame, I kiss that wonderful white silky apparition of femaleness in front of my face in admission of my male inferiority and my masculine defeat. The crowds of girls cheer you and jeer me pointing at my humiliation. The humiliation is terrible: Before you let me get up you take off my pants, waving them over your head in victory, with one foot on my chest. I just lay there in my shame. Then you take off your black silk top and, leaning down, flop your tits in my face as a sign of your contempt for my manhood as the referee girl announces, “One fall to the girl!” The crowd goes wild with enthusiasm for your female victory and I see a placard saying, “Make him wank!” The humiliation is awesome as we begin the next round. My erect penis bobs about, my balls swing about between my legs and I want sex, not a fight. My penis and balls are not only a severe handicap in themselves, but also at a huge disadvantage because I am being forced to protect them. Your tits wobble delightfully but don’t seem to bother you. You exploit my weakness, my handicap, to the full so that you soon have me in a head scissors. You manoeuvre me so that my face is in your panties again. I wriggle and struggle but can’t get way, all the time my penis and balls flopping about. Then you reach through my thighs, scooping my balls into your pretty little hand, squeezing them until I shriek with pain and fear, “No, please don’t hurt me any more, I submit!” With that you don’t let me go straight away but, taking a stocking from one of the girls, you tie it first around the base of my scrotum trapping both of my balls, then secondly you tie between my balls so as to separate them, finally around the base again to push both balls tightly into the scrotum. I am helpless! Oh the male shame! “How does it feel to be utterly defeated by a girl?” You ask, as you stand with one foot on my chest again while I lay naked and humiliated on the canvas with tears of shame running down my face. The girl referee announces, “One fall and one submission to the girl: the girl wins!” I watch the chanting, jeering girls venting their contempt for me, the defeated male. I feel a crescendo of desire and humiliation building up inside of me. You walk away. "Come!” you shout: I obey meekly, not willing to endure such a shameful drubbing again but sobbing with the awful humiliation of submission. But I can’t help it, my questing manhood rises up and bobs ridiculously, my balls hanging between my legs. I come to you on my knees, my enormous cock dangling down and my huge testicles swinging, aware of the tempting target my balls present to you and afraid of what you will do to them. I go to you like a dog. You let me kiss your panties again, running my tongue along the flesh all around the edges, then along the crease of pussy. I moan with delight. You giggle girlishly with the pleasure of it before pulling panty aside: ordering to serve my conqueress. “Oh, beautiful p-p-pussy!” You lower pussy onto my face, I kiss all around her then, oh so gently, kiss the delightful little slot. Only when you order me to do so do I very, very delicately, probe my tongue into her, licking up and down. I suck your labia alternately, bringing them in between my lips, licking with my tongue, then ‘pinging’ them out again. When I know you are ready I insert my tongue into your delicious groove, pushing it up to contact your clitoris, gently but firmly licking all around it before pushing it gently delicately ‘pinging’ it too. You moan loudly, pushing my face into your crotch with your hands on the back of my head. Then you order me onto my back so you can grind your pussy into my face: pushing, grinding, squealing; moaning as I lick and kiss. You pull my head up violently between your thighs, fucking my face: grinding my submissiveness with your superior dominance until you are satisfied. I lie defeated and broken between your thighs with your pussy juice all over my face and hair. “Oh pussy, please, pussy!” but you pull your panties back, sliding your body down until my hungry cock lies on your belly. I feel your shiny, silky, slick skirt pressing against my erection; feel your skirt sliding over shiny, silky panty beneath; feel both your Mound of Venus and pussy lips pressing me from beneath the fabric. To my utter shame I beg my conquering woman for sex: a final admission of defeat and humiliation by a pretty girly. One last time I try to control my own body in the face of this female dominance, but I fail. "Oh no, please, the humiliation!" The word humiliation comes from me as a sob. It is as if a needle has now pierced the flesh of my penis from side to side just below my come-hole as the monster strains for relief. "Paaaanteeees!" I break: I capitulate to my pretty little girlie conqueror as my ejaculation explodes, my surrendering man-juice ripping through my tormented man-flesh to splatter your tits and tight, shiny silky belly. One globule of my thick white male shame slides down your panties to your crotch, another from your tits to your chest. As our eyes lock I can see the acknowledgement of my emotional submission on your dear sweet face, but I can also see that you also want my complete intellectual and physical submission. I realise that you know that I need that too. "Finish me off, pretty little girlie, please!" I implore. "You men, you're like lambs to the slaughter" you say. I realise then that you have done this before, my pretty, fragile, "innocent" little prick-teasing bitch has defeated and castrated many men: my humiliation was a foregone conclusion. I gaze adoringly between your little girlie face, and your pretty enticing feminine panties as you position the knife against my stretched scrotum : I wait for the ultimate demonstration of my male weakness and utter submission. I see your gorgeous, innocent, sexy little smile as your eyes move to my doomed manhood. I hold tightly onto your plaîts, watching your sweet face meekly as you grasp my testicles in your left hand. With a little cry of pure exhilaration, you slice my bollocks clean off with the knife in your right, raising your arm to show my severed manhood, trophies of female victory and female power, to the baying crowd and the cameras. My mind is seething with burning shame: my body an agony of searing pain from the maimed flesh between my legs sending me giddy to the edge of unconscious. Now I understand the real meaning of male rape. The crowd goes wild with excitement. I hear organised chanting beak out: "Female wins, female wins". "Off with them all!" are just two of them. I haven't lost my bursting erection: my whole body is still struggling urgently to ejaculate the bulk of my hot juices before it collapses. Dropping the knife, you fix me with your beautiful giggling little girlie look of complete dominance as you grasp my shaft, your little right hand gently but quickly wanking the rest of my submissive man-juice out if me. The last surge of my primeval urges temporarily overwhelms my pain while I grasp your plaîts in ecstasy, looking into your eyes as joyful spasms burst through my body in waves from the base of my spine making my hips jerk forwards with spasmic ejaculation. Oh Joy! Amazingly, my awful, shameful, disgusting male slime continues to slide and gurgle out of me with an "Ahhh" for every gratifying spasm, sploshing all over you as we both watch it running off in your belly and running down your legs in great gobs. You take some of my hot spunk in your hand, long glistening strands still attaching it to your panties as you take your hand away to rub it around your belly and tits with relish. I feel ripples of rapture and happiness passing through my delirious body as it jerks and relaxes, jerks and relaxes, surrendering my very last submissive tribute to my beautiful dominant, endearing little female conqueror. My erection subsides, my penis wilts, becoming completely limp. Sublime relief! I am released from my male urges at last! One of the young girls has injected morphine into my leg but I collapse in shock, as the terrible pain from my crippled manhood re-asserts itself, laying on my back, looking up at my your heart-breakingly beautiful face. I notice then that one of the cameras is almost on top of me: clustered around are dozens of pretty girls - each and every one of is staring intently at my face as she brings herself to a shuddering and noisy climax. I drift into unconsciousness, utterly satisfied and happy, knowing that when the film goes on release, Girl Power will take over the whole world. Every man on earth will share my wonderful privilege: Every man will experience the delicious, intoxicating thrilling humiliation of a male defeated by a female in combat, the pleasure of serving the superior female with his loving tongue, submit his last shameful male-surrender juice to her in orgasmic joy, sacrificing the very essence of his manhood to her female dominance. [Mod note - email address removed.]
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