M4F A fitting execution for a serial killer who targeted women (Jack the Ripper prompt)

TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of snuff and torture.


Note: I'm always looking for partners for this prompt. Shoot me a message if you're interested even after a month. This is still a rough draft and we can add/remove stuff based on your preferences. My DM's are open to suggestions. Excuse the punctuation errors

This is a fantasy world with magic and other conveniences. My character is a convicted serial killer in the Aphrodite Empire (a matriarchial society where many men are subjugated and work menial jobs to serve the queen and her female officers). His sentence has been finally decided in court. I need a partner to play the part of the warden. The warden is now transporting him to the room where his sentence will be carried out. The scene proceeds as follows:

"You knew the punishment would eventually find you, Jack," the warden says with a crooked smile on her face as she drags me by the collar through a dark hall.

"Heh, you think I care? What's the point of living in fear of punishment? I had my fun; this is just the payment for the fun I had. Besides, what are you gonna do that you haven't already done?"
I try to keep my words straight through my bloody mouth. They pulled so many teeth in that torture chamber. I didn't know there were so many ways of dishing out pain, but the torturer was pretty and in a skin-tight leather suit with a beautiful boob window showing perfect cleavage. So I guess I got a bit of pleasure with that pain. The warden is also a looker, by what little I can see in this darkness. She's trying to scare me but after all that torture I don't think anything will scare me.

"Might as well kill me now and be done with it" I say in a confident tone.

"Oh don't be so eager...we're gonna kill you all right. We just need to have a little fun, you know? For all those poor victims you stabbed, burned, and drowned to death." She says with a sarcastic laugh that echoes through the hall.

The only illumination around me is from random torches scattered on the walls. The hall is narrow and long-winded. I had heard stories of dungeons like this one before. The stories weren't very nice, but that's because usually they're just that, stories that are overdramatized for effect.

"Oh, I wouldn't mind if the dagger that stabs me would be in these smooth, gentle hands." I say with a chuckle.

She pulls on the chained collar on my neck and I wince a little in pain.

"Laugh as much as you can now. You won't be laughing soon, scum of the Earth. I don't owe this to you, but I'll let you in on a secret: it won't be a dagger that ends your pathetic, miserable life."

Finally she stops in front of a door decorated with statues of their queen alongside Aphrodite. She fiddles a bit with the keys before finding the right one. The doors open to reveal a large room with various implements of killing. A strange metal bed catches my eye, and then a wave of fear starts to creep in. I was prepared for everything, but not this. The warden utters a few arcane words and I feel a strange feeling when I look at her. She still looks pretty, even more so in this well-illuminated room, but what's this? I don't feel any lust towards her. "This is punishment, and so you won't get any fun out of it" she says.

Just then, she starts pulling me towards the metal bed. I start screaming like a baby boy.

"No, no, please no, I beg you. Anything but that. Kill me any other way pleeeease!!"

I struggle with my binds but to no avail. They had left me without food for 30 days. My body was too starved to resist. I'm screaming my lungs out to the point of almost fainting.

"Where did all that bravado go, hm? Weren't you prepared for ANYTHING?" She says teasingly as she pulls my collar and tugs at my ball-leash.

Ragged and starved as I am, she lifts me up with ease and restrains me to the bed, making EXTRA sure everything is tight, especially my manhood, which throbs in pain.

"I'm begging you please no. I know what's coming. I'll do anything you ask. Please kill me another way." I shout helplessly, but I know that only motivates her more to do this. I can't help but resist though.

"I would suggest you save your breath. You're gonna need it." She laughs and giggles hard.
She then proceeds to sit on my face. Her ass is so round and soft, I would enjoy this so much, but the spell she cast on me earlier is preventing me from being aroused. Curses, my lungs are out of air from all the screaming. I can't breathe... Can't move my head away. My eyes start tearing up and I feel so hopeless.

She raises her bottom for a moment to taunt me
"Ahahaha, you're so pathetic. Are you gonna cry now? You would normally pay a prostitute to let you kiss her ass, you know?"

In the moment she raises her ass, I gasp for air, but she lowers it before I can take even one breath.

To be continued...

Kinks: femdom, revenge themes, facesitting, BDSM, boob-smother, ballbusting, cbt

Limits: sounding/urethral play, scat (although piss is fine), and any stuff related to religion or the use of the word "goddess". I'd prefer "mistress" or "princess" in the role-play.