“I guess we’re about ready, slut, are you?”
I knew this was not going to be good, so I shook my head back and forth.
Fiendishly, she pulled the rope attached to the parachute up and put it through a ring on a cable above. As she tightened it, I was forced to raise my hips up a couple of inches, to lessen the pain as she tied it tight.
“Oh, you’re so fucked, pain slut.”
Then she shortened the nipple rope and attached it to a similar ring. I arched my back as she shortened the rope painfully stretching my tender nipples up like little tents. Using my shoulders and feet, I held my body up as far as possible to ease the steady pull on my tethered parts. That was going to soon change. There was no way I could ever hold myself like that for very long, and they knew it. Cheryl and Bobbi just left me there fighting the fatigue while they had more drinks.
They could hear me whine and cry as my muscles tired and my body slowly settled down on the rack. By the time they returned, I was struggling really hard to stop the horrendous pain in my chest and groin.
“It won’t help, Bobbi told me. In a minute I’m going to push the button and stretch you tighter. You won’t be able to hold yourself up. You know what’s going to happen to those tender, little titties?”
I just shook my head back and forth, realizing that I was in really deep shit. She just laughed and pushed the button two little clicks. The pull on my arms and legs telegraphed an even greater pain to my breasts and balls. I screamed and begged.
She was a very devious person, knowing how to use my own body against me. She easily made me create my own agony. If I had just laid there and let her tighten her ropes, I wouldn’t be in the predicament I was now. She knew I’d raise my chest and hips, only to suffer the consequences later.
Again she pushed the button, and I could feel a slight pull on my arms and legs. My body was no longer arched. I lay flat on the wooden surface, rocking my head back and forth from the pain.
“Please, Mistress. No more. Have mercy on me. You’re ripping my nipples off. It hurts so bad. P – l – e – a – s – e….”
She just laughed. “There’s that old saying that seems to fit this quite well. ‘You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.’ Well, we haven’t even started to stretch things. Wait until you feel every joint burn, and I shorten those ropes up even further. Then you’ll have something to cry about.
“No – o….”
The button was pushed, and my arms and legs were pulled even tighter. I screamed.
She laughed again, “What are you going to do when you’re a couple of inches taller, or when the tit and ball ropes are an inch or two shorter?”
Suddenly I screamed with a frenzied plea. She had shortened the rope to my nipples a quarter of an inch. I know it doesn’t seem like very much, but that little bit doubled the pain in my new tits.
“NO! Let it up! Please, let it up!”
She reached over and ran her fingers up the side of my distended breast. Then she reached up and gave the nipple ring a good hard twist. I howled in agony as her other hand grabbed the other ring. She pulled and twisted both of them as I begged and pleaded. Finally she released the rings and moved down to my nuts. Those she stretched a full inch higher. Again I screamed as I felt the needles on the parachute dig deeper into my tender flesh. She put her hand on the outside of the parachute and squeezed with all her might. I bounced my head against the rack, trying to cope with the pain.
Soon the motor hummed, and I felt the steady pull on my limbs. It was just a half inch at a time. I could feel it in my shoulders. There was pressure on my hips as well when she stopped.
“You can tell when things start to get serious,” she said, as she ran her hand along my chest. “The skin is pulled taut like a drum over your ribs and then drops off steeply onto your stomach. But we aren’t quite there yet. Let’ try a half inch further.”
“Ah – h – h….”
Every joint seemed to be on fire. I could feel the tendons behind my knees stretch from the increased tension, but she pushed that damn button again.
I screamed and begged some more, as my shoulder and hip joints started to burn.
“Ever seen one of these, slave?”
I could see something shiny in her hand.
“It’s called a Wartenburg wheel. See all these nice needle sharp points on it? Doctors use it to test a person’s sensitivity. I bet your getting really sensitive at this point. A doctor would just run it lightly over his patient’s skin, but I’m no doctor. I have a different way of using it.”
She reached over to my tightly stretched ball sac and ran it over the surface. I screamed as the points penetrated my skin. She did that several more times applying far more pressure. The points pushed right through the thinly stretched skin, causing me to scream even louder. The roller wheel than found its way to the side of my tits where little droplets of blood quickly formed. She ran it up and down my arm pits and along the bottoms of my feet. No place was off limits. She spent considerable time finding the most sensitive spots to play with the wheel.
“Well, I’m tiring of this game, and I’m rather hungry. So, I’m going to tighten everything up a just a little further, and the Cheryl and I are going out for dinner. You don’t mind hanging out here while we’re gone, do you? I’ll turn you on some music while we’re away to help you relax.”
She pushed the button again and pain was given a whole new meaning. I knew what she meant by being stretched to the absolute limit. That was follow by increased tension on both my tits and my balls.
“We’ll be back in a while. I know it’s not very polite to just go off and leave your company all alone, but I just don’t have time to fix dinner, and you aren’t dressed to go. So just lay there and relax.
“N – o – o… please. Don’t leave me like this,” I screamed in desperation. “Loosen it up.”
“Now, now, slave. Didn’t I tell you I didn’t want you to speak? I said you were only allowed to scream in pain. So, for not following my instructions, you’ve got to be punished.
She held out the remote and stretched me a quarter inch further.
“N – o – o,… please stop!”
“There you go talking again. Now don’t say another word.”
She pushed the other buttons pulling my tits and balls even higher and left.
I was almost out of my mind in pain, and there was no escape. It was almost impossible to even think when so much pain dominates your brain, but I tried. I can’t believe how cruel and sadistic she is. Why did Lilly ever leave me here with her? Then I remember, she told her she’d pick me up tomorrow about the same time. She won’t. I’ll be dead by then. Margo used to tell me I would find that secret room in my brain to help me cope with the pain, but I can’t. All of the doors shut. They won’t open. Giant locks keep me out. The signs say “No Trespassing.” I can’t get in. I can’t take much more of this pain. What can I do?
Then I thought I heard a sound. Thank God they are back. No, she’ll just stretch me further. I can’t take any more. There it is again. I hold my breath and listen more closely.
Suddenly the door opens, and she greets me like a long, lost friend. I wanted to beg her to release me, but I didn’t dare say a word.
“How’s my little pain slut doing? Are you having fun yet? You know some of the slaves that I torture get great big hard-ons when I have this kind of fun with them. Oh, I forgot. A little pecker like yours can’t get hard, can it? And if it did, what good would it do?’
Her finger touched the end of my cock. It twitched, and she smiled. She ran it up and down my dick several times and watched it start to grow. She continued rubbing my cock for a couple more minutes, getting it fully erect. With a couple fingers wrapped around it she continued going up and down. Once she stopped and held it in one hand and rubbed the end of it with the palm of her other hand. God, she was getting me really close, but like others have done, she denied me that pleasure.
“Well, slave. Now tha
t you’ve had that pleasure, it’s time for you to please me. This is how it goes. I’m going to climb up on the rack and plant my pussy right on your face. If you satisfy me, I’ll release you. If I’m not happy, what’s happened so far will seem like child’s play. Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I struggled to say.
I had my technique pretty well down pat. I did my magic, and after several minutes of her lustful coos, I took her over the top. But, she was an insatiable bitch.
“More, you worthless bastard. More,” she moaned.
So, I continued. My tongue lapped up all her leavings, as I licked her honey pot clean. I continued to lick and probe her nether hole for several more minutes, before heading back to her love nub. When I touched her clit, she reached back and grabbed the rope connected to my nipples. A muffled, pain-generated moan escaped her loins. I knew she wasn’t ready for that yet. After a few more minutes, I heard her whisper, “Now, slave. Now.” I latched on to it and made her squeal.
Finally she relaxed enough to climb off, but when she started to release me, Cheryl spoke up.
“Hey, what about me?”
Mistress Bobbi told her she’d get hers later.
Slowly they released me from that diabolical, medieval device. I lay there for several minutes before she removed the clamps from my nipples. That pain was as bad as everything else. Finally I sat up and hung my feet over the side of the rack.
“May I have a drink, Mistress?” I whispered hoarsely.
She handed me a bottle of water. A few sips were all I needed.
“Well, shall we continue? We’ve got loads more games to play before you can go home.”
I just looked at her while gently rubbing my tits.
“How long was I on the rack?”
“Nearly three hours. Next time we’ll double it for asking.”
“I don’t think there’ll be a next time.”
She just laughed, knowing I had no say in the matter.
They gave me a few more minutes to recover before leading me over to a bondage horse. I was made to stand behind it while my ankles were locked to its massive legs. A thick leather collar was placed around my neck before I lay over the leather top. As I looked down at the bottom, I saw a pulley and a short, nylon ratchet strap. Before long, one end of the strap was hooked to my collar and the other to the parachute that she had left on my balls. There were a few clicks of the ratchet, snugging me down extra tight. My arms were manacled behind my back.
Bobbi turned to Cheryl and asked, “You want to fuck him before we whip him?”
“Sure, why not?”
The huge strap-on she was going to use had a vibrator designed and place perfectly for her pleasure. But, the other part was covered with a number of ridges that circled the dong . Between each of them were three rows of semi-hard protrusions the size and shape of a chocolate chip. The rough surface of the weapon was made for one purpose – to make the fucking as painful as possible. After applying a little bit of lube to its bulbous head, she fucked me with a vengeance. The ravaging of my already tender boi cunt continued for several minutes before she came. I screamed in pain through the entire rape.
Then the caning began. They each beat my ass and the backs of my thighs until their arms were too tired to swing. I sobbed and wailed in pure agony. At that point, I wanted to die. Obviously they each had a pure hatred for men.
Then it became obvious. I could hear them over on a couch making passionate girl love. They squealed in ecstasy and moaned with lust for several loud, vocal minutes before it was over. Obviously all my pain had both excite and turned them on.
Finally they released me. I was stuffed in a small metal cage and left for the rest of the night. It was far from comfortable, but it was better than enduring any more of their savage brutality.
Believe it or not, I slept in that tiny steel prison. I’m sure if they had continued any longer, I would be dead or at least permanently maimed for life if I’m not already.
Hours passed before I heard someone at the dungeon door. I was actually scared of what she’d do next.
“Good morning, dear friend,” she said with a cheerful smile. “I hope you were able to get a little sleep last night.”
“Where to hell was this coming from?” I said to myself. Here’s a woman who would put Eva Braun to shame. And what’s this dear friend thing?
“I was going to string you up by your thumbs and big toes this morning and hang some extremely heavy weights on your balls, but after all we drank yesterday and as horny as your screaming made us, we’ve decided to let you off a little easier.
She unlatched the cage and helped me out since my arms were still cuffed in the back.
“Come over here and sit down. I’m sure you are probably a little hungry and thirsty. Here swallow these pain pills and drink this down. It should help. It didn’t.”
“Now come along. I said I would let you off easy, but we still have a few things to try.”
They took me over to a mat in the center of the floor and had my lie down on my stomach. Leather manacles were put around each wrist and ankle, before they attached all of them to the hook on a winch cable. Immediately I felt an immense strain on my back, shoulders and legs, as I was forced into an extreme hog tie position. But, I knew it was just going to get worse. There was no possible way they would let me off this easy. There was only one reason they attached me to the winch.
“No, Mistress. Don’t pull me off the floor.”
She just laughed, as she put her thumb on the remote.
Suddenly my arms and legs were pulled up higher. I could feel a strain the entire length of my spine, as I left the floor.
“No – o – o…,” I begged, but it did no good.
The winch drew me further up until my belly was about four feet from the floor. One of them pushed on my knee and spun me around a couple of times just for the fun of it.
“We could be nice and just let you hang here while we go and have our coffee, but that’d be way too easy. No, I have another idea that you might find rather enlightening.”
She showed me a wide leather strap. It was about an inch wide. It didn’t look like anything special until she turned it over. The entire underside was covered with sharp needle like protrusions.
“You know where I’m going to put this?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I figured she was going to put it just around my nut sac, but she grabbed both my cock and balls and wrapped it around them, pulling it tight. Then she laughed again as she hung a ten pound weight on the end of the strap.
The instant pain made me stutter and scream. The strap had tightened, and the spikes were driven deep into my flesh. And then, it pulled ever downward.
“I’ll be back in a while with more weight. Maybe I’ll even hang some on those nipple rings as well.”
Before long she did. A Y-shaped strap was clipped to both rings, and a five pound weight was hung on them as well. By the time another hour was up, there was another ten pounds suspended from my junk and five more dangling from my nipples.
I screeched and howled, as the agony steadily increased, but that just spurred her on. Using a thin crop, my evil Mistress raised numerous welts on the backs of my legs. She really liked my reaction, as she concentrated some her strikes on those tender spots just on the backs of my knees. I reacted to the pain by flinching and struggling to avoid the whip. But it was in vain. All it did was make the weights jump and swing around, causing me even more pain. She left me for another half hour before lowering me to the floor.
“That was the easy part of your morning,” she chuckled.
After I was released, it took a few minutes to straighten out from the extreme position I was in. But moments later she was encouraging me over to another section of her torture chamber by snapping a whip against my balls.
Along the other wall was a wooden device that jutted out from the wall.
“Have you ever heard of the Spanish donkey?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Boy, you know a lot about torture, don’t you?”
I didn’t answer.
“Well stand up on this platform and straddle my little horse.”
I looked at it before mounting her steed and noticed that the upper edge of the wooden wedge was not extremely sharp like they were in the Spanish Inquisition. Maybe it won’t be quite as bad as she thinks. I put one leg over it and waited while she fastened steel cuffs around my ankles. They were held by chains fastened to the floor.
“Now, slave, let’s get things finished up before the drugs take hold.”
I looked at her and questioned her statement, “Drugs.”
“Yes, I gave you a large dose of stimulates that will keep you rather wired during your next ordeal. Actually you should be feeling the effects of them. You will find that you will be very much aware of your discomfort, and it will be almost impossible to sit still.”
Before raising the horse up to a useable height, she removed the wooden covering of the wedge’s sharp edge.
“And you thought you’d be sitting on a rounded top,” she said with a chuckle.
Suddenly it made contact with that tender skin between my legs. I realized that the only part of my body that touched the wedge was the area between my balls and my asshole, and if I moved around very much, they’d feel it as well.
The donkey kept rising until I was almost on my tiptoes. Then she got down and wrapped a ten pound weight around each ankle.
“I think you’ll find my little torture very adequate, especially when you ride it for the next four hours. You can just sit on the finely honed edge and let your own weight plus the extra 20 pounds on your ankles cause your agony, or you can hold yourself up with your tip toes to avoid the wedge. Of course being overly hyper from the drugs, they will also have an effect. I’m told that the Charley horses and extreme leg cramps from stretching your legs too far can be far worse that the ride itself. But I guess you’ll have to make that choice. I’ll check on you in an hour. Have fun.”
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