Queen Irene is breaking Her s*ssy, and p*in is how She does it.

It’s fastened to the positioner, bent and helpless, stuffed into a shiny PVC maid’s dress with a frilly white petticoat bunched around its hips. It still thinks it’s a man. It still thinks that thing between its legs means something. Queen Irene stands over it in skintight bl*ck PVC, a pink strap-on jutting from Her hips, and She laughs at it. “Look at you. You thought you were a man, wh*re? Not anymore you aren’t. You’re gonna be my cocksucking wh*re.”

She brings Her c*ck up to its lips and lets it hang there, inches from its face. “Kiss it, b*tch.” It hesitates, some last scrap of m*le pride holding it back, so She whips its face with Her c*ck, slapping it hard across one cheek and then the other, again and again, until its face is stinging and it flinches every time She raises Her hips. “I said give it a f*cking kiss!” It kisses. A soft, shameful l*ttle peck on the tip of a pink plastic c*ck, and whatever was left of its manhood right there. Then She makes it l*ck, its tongue dragging up and down the shaft, slow and wet, like the c*ck-hungry sl*t it’s going to become. She watches it l*ck and smiles. Then She pushes it in.

“Suck it, wh*re. You need to learn how to deep throat c*ck because you’re gonna be working glory h*les for me, c*nt.” She grabs the back of its head with both hands and pounds Her c*ck into its mouth, bulging out its cheeks with every thrust, then shoves straight down its throat. Its eyes water. Spit pours down its chin and drips onto the maid’s apron. It gags hard, over and over, wet ch*king sounds filling the room, and every time it ch*kes She just shoves it deeper. It can’t take it. A real cocksucker could take it. It keeps ch*king Her out, and She’s had enough.

“I see you need some incentive to do your duty. Ok, b*tch.”

She grabs a heavy paddle and sits right down on its back, facing its *ss, pinning it under Her weight. She flips up the maid’s dress and the petticoat like She’s unwrapping something She owns, baring its *ss. “Count each stroke and thank me for each one too, s*ssy.” She raises the paddle high over Her head and brings it down with a cr*ck that echoes off the walls. “AAAHHH! One, thank you Queen Irene!” Cr*ck. “Two, thank you Queen Irene!” Ten strokes. Ten counts. Ten humiliating thank-yous, each one wetter, higher and more pathetic than the last, its voice cr*cking into a whimper while She sits on it and swings. By ten its cheeks are glowing red and hot to the touch, and it’s crying, real tears, a grown man in a maid’s dress sobbing out thank-yous to the woman beating it.

“I’m gonna leave your dress up so I can see your pretty red cheeks. Are you ready to deep throat my c*ck now, wh*re?”

“Yes, Queen Irene.”

But She isn’t done. She reaches under it and finds its useless l*ttle c*ck, flaccid and shriveled and pathetic. “I think you need some extra motivation on that s*ssy clitty before I lock it up.” One by one, She clamps clothespins onto it, taking Her time with each one, and it screams with every bite, until its clitty is bristling with them like a pincushion. That’s all it is now. Not a c*ck. A l*ttle pink pincushion for Her to decorate, soon to be locked away for good.

Then straight back to throat training, with no mercy this time. She grabs the back of its head and savagely rams Her c*ck deeper and deeper down its throat, making it gag and retch over and over, its whole body convulsing on the positioner while the clothespins swing between its legs. She tries to hold it there, pinning its head down with both hands, burying the c*ck to the hilt, but it retches so hard Her c*ck pops out again and again in a mess of spit and tears. A useless throat on a useless s*ssy. It can’t even suck c*ck right.

Enraged, Queen Irene sits back on it and rains bl*w after bl*w onto its b*rning *ss. No more counting. No more thank-yous. Just the paddle, faster and harder, cr*cking down on welts that are already raw, while it screams and sobs and kicks uselessly under Her. She doesn’t stop when it begs. She doesn’t stop when its voice gives out. The clip fades out on the sound of the paddle and the broken, high-pitched wailing of Her s*ssy, surrendering the very last of its masculinity to Her.

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