Captured by a community of Femme Fatales, you may as well relinquish yourself to your fate. The cock that makes you an inferior human is trapped under My heels, pulled through a hole in My table. I do not care what happens to you after this, or what brought you here in the first place. I will not be the judge or the jury. I am the executioner. The rest of your life will be a series of t*rtured orgasms and sexual frustration. This will be the last orgasm you ever have. I hope you enjoyed them in the past, because this one will be painful. I'm going to coerce an orgasm out of you with My stiletto high heel pumps. Lay down and try to draw from your past memories of enjoyable jerk-offs, to help you focus on what I expect from you: your final orgasm. I will not stop stroking your dick with My shoes until I get every last drop out of you. Feel the friction of the bottoms of My soles. Try to focus through the rough stroking and stepping and stomping. The male desire inside of you is too strong, and I will trample an orgasm out of that dick, no matter how much it hurts! Then, I'm going to stomp on the last of your cum, crushing all of your little inferior genetic material and smooshing it onto the table. I'll make you watch the jizz - from your final orgasm - stick to My stiletto heel and dangle in tendrils from the sharp points. We stamp out vermin in this civilization. With our high heels.