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The two dominatrices, Mistress Corine and Mistress Sasha, had been running their BDSM dungeon for years, doling out pain and pleasure to their many submissive clients. They were renowned for their skill at dominating men, making them their playthings and pushovers. No man had ever turned the tables on them.

That all changed the night they met Zane, a mysterious and handsome stranger who walked into their dungeon uninvited. He had piercing blue eyes and an air of quiet, confident power.

"Can we help you, sir?" Corine asked coolly. "You must make an appointment in advance."

"I don't want an appointment, Mistress," Zane replied in a low voice. "I'm here to fuck you both. Hard."

Sasha scoffed. "Arrogant brat. You have no idea who you're dealing with."

Quick as a flash, Zane grabbed her by the throat and shoved her against the wall. "You'll address me as Sir or Master, slut. I'm going to use your holes until you scream and beg."

Corine lunged at him to defend her partner, but Zane was too strong. He threw her to the floor and straddled her, tearing open her corset with one hand. Her ample breasts spilled out as he pinched and twisted her nipples roughly.

"Look at these pathetic tits. I'm going to leave my marking all over them, so the whole world knows they belong to me now," Zane growled. He smacked her across the face.

Sasha struggled in his iron grip. "Stop! You can't do this!"

"Yes, I can. In fact, you're going to thank me for it by the time I'm done with you." Zane turned and backhanded Sasha, splitting her lip. She tasted blood. He flung her to the ground next to Corine.

The two women trembled, unaccustomed to being so roughly manhandled. Zane loomed over them, his erection straining against his pants.

"On your knees and strip me, bitches. It's time I showed you your place."

With shaking hands, the dominatrices fumbled with his zipper, pulling out his huge cock. Corine gasped despite herself at the size of it. Zane slapped her across the face again.

"No time for sightseeing, whore. Worship my cock if you want to keep your teeth."

They took turns sucking and licking Zane's member, slobbering all over it. He fisted their hair, shoving them down to the base and holding them there until they gagged and sputtered.

After several long minutes, he flung them away. "Spread those cunt lips. I'm going to take what's mine."

Zane roughly mounted Corine from behind, burying his cock in her dry pussy. She screamed at the sudden intrusion. He pounded into her without mercy, his heavy balls slapping her clit with every thrust.

"Take it, you dominatrix slut! This is what you get!" He roared, one hand delivering hard spanks to her ass.

Sasha whimpered in awe watching her partner get so thoroughly used. She'd never seen Corine dominated like this before. It was hot and terrifying.

When Corine was a limp, cum-filled mess, he flipped her over and mounted Sasha. Her pussy was no less brutalized. Zane hammered into her, making her tits bounce wildly. When he was done, he dumped his seed deep inside.

They lay there, dripping and abused, staring up at him in shock.

"Thank me for the fuck, whores," Zane ordered.

"Thank you, Master," they breathed in unison, all fight gone from them. They were his now, owned body and soul.

Zane zipped up and nodded. "You'll be ready for me next time I visit. Or else." He turned and strode out, leaving the two ex-dominatrices to contemplate their new place in the world, knees weak and minds blown. They'd forever be his obedient fuck-toys.