Princess Nikki And Beatrix Punish A Guy

The sun was setting on the lavish Victorian mansion as Princess Nikki sauntered into the dimly lit dungeon, her towering stilettos clicking against the hardwood floor. Beatrix, the gorgeous blonde dominatrix, was already there waiting, dressed in an enticing black latex catsuit that hugged her luscious curves. The two women shared a knowing smile, their blue eyes glinting with malicious intent.

In the center of the room stood their prey for the evening, a scrawny young man bound tightly to a sturdy wooden cross, his arms and legs spread eagle. He squirmed in his restraints, trembling like a small animal cornered by a pair of ravenous lionesses. His clothes had been ripped off, leaving him bare and vulnerable.

Nikki and Beatrix circled around him, their hands trailing along his skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Well, well, looks like our little human toy has some delectable flesh for us to play with tonight,” Nikki purred, giving his Lightning bolt tattoo a sharp pinch. The man yelped but had no power to resist.

Beatrix chuckled, running a black-nailed finger along his trembling lower lip. “Indeed, sister. I do believe it’s time for some old and young games.” She stepped back and uncoiled a wicked-looking leather whip. The young man’s eyes widened in fear.

“Beatrix, you wicked minx. I thought we’d be gentle with the little lamb,” Nikki said, licking her plump, glossy lips. “We have to giveNR a reason to worship us, after all.” Her hand drifted southwards, cupping his pathetic manhood. He moaned slightly.

“A tiny torture session to whet his appetite. I’m sure our pet will thank us for it later,” Beatrix said, cracking the whip menacingly. Nikki giggled, fondling his junk a little harder. The poor thing was really in for a rough night.

“You know, I still think you cheated last time, Nikki. Blasting the poor sap with magic, disgraceful behavior!” Beatrix accused, trailing the whip along the man’s ribs, leaving faint red welts.

Nikki pouted, hiking up her short leather skirt to flash her style black panties and matching fishnets. “I had to even the playing field. You know he’d never survive a real battle with me like that. Now stop stalling and give him something to really cry about!”

Beatrix grinned wickedly, raising the whip high…