Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Nonconsentual: Descent Into Insanity

Nonconsensual Part 1
Nonconsensual: Part 2
Nonconsensual: Part 3
Nonconsensual: Part 4

Sean's life had become one of constant servitude and pain.

One evening Jess led him into the living room by his neck leash and told him to kneel before her when she sat on the sofa. He lowered his head, not daring to look into her eyes. The tall brunette was naked except for panties, as she frequently was in the house when there were no guests. Sean desired her more than anything, and her smell alone made his cock strain painfully against the chastity cage.

Jess leaned back and spread her legs slightly, slipping one hand beneath the panties and beginning a slow circular self-stimulation. Sean stayed unmoving before her, catching glimpses as her fingers slowly rubbed her pussy. She was getting wet.

Without warning Jess slapped Sean hard, so hard he almost fell over and his jaw felt like it would snap off. The side of his face stung and burned, his head rocked back and forth and he was disoriented, dizzy. When he was able to regain composure Jess was continuing her masturbation, except slightly faster. Sean saw her fingers paying special attention to her clit, stroking it indirectly but getting closer. Her breathing was getting faster as well.

This continued for another minute or two when Jess took her free hand and slapped Sean again, hard, the open palm of her hand connecting with his cheek and exploding his face with pain. He whimpered slightly. The slaps left his head aching and his face burning. He was humiliated, watching his mistress pleasure herself and using him to increase her arousal.

Another stinging slap rocked his head, and Sean found himself wondering how a simple slap could be so painful. Tears were trickling down his face and his nose was running. In spite of this he was very, very aware of how Jess was now spreading her pussy lips and sliding one finger inside, moving her hips in rhythm to her hand, complimenting and enhancing the movement as her arousal increased and climbed toward climax.

*Whack* Another slap knocked Sean silly, his head buzzing and light. He wasn't able to think, he was just trying not to faint. *Whack*  *Whack* two slaps hit him hard, as Jess moaned and thrust her hips, obviously feeling the onset of her sexual climax. Her moans were matched by Sean's sobs.

Finally, Jess climaxed in front of Sean, her hips shaking, two fingers inside, her hand busily rubbing her pussy as fast as she could. As the orgasm peaked and then subsided, one of her feet came up, planted itself on Sean's chest, and shoved, hard. Sean was kicked over onto the floor, and he lay there hoping there would be no further torment now that Jess was sated.


Shelley had her own ways of humiliating and torturing her submissive male captive. She, too, used Sean's pain and humiliation as a tool to help arouse her. His agony was her delight and sexual pleasure.

When Jess was gone during the evening, Shelley frequently took Sean to the living room and placed him on the floor, wrists and ankles fastened securely behind him. She then took a long piece of Saran wrap and forced it over Sean's face, covering his mouth and nose as tightly as she could.

As Sean struggled to breath and became increasingly frantic, Shelley would spread her legs and force pussy down on his writhing body, sometimes directly on his sealed face. She desperate movements would help stimulate her. His struggling body, gasping for air, was used as a sort of human vibrator to get her closer to orgasm.

Just when Sean's vision was turning black and his brain was going fuzzy, Shelley took off the plastic wrap and allowed him to gulp for air. Once he had refreshed his blood oxygen supply, she placed the wrap over his head again, holding it there and riding his struggling body with her pussy, grinding her clit into his face.  This process repeated, over and over, until Sean's face was wet with tears and he begged with his gasping breath for Shelley to have mercy.

She didn't. The torture ended only after Shelley orgasmed. Twice.


"This one seems to be losing his spark." Shelley mentioned to Jess one night at dinner. Sean was kneeling on the nail board beneath the table and Jess had her feet up on him, pressing him down painfully.

"You think it might be time to allow him to have an orgasm or two, huh?" Jess said casually. This statement made Sean suddenly alert. Jess felt the change in his posture and commented on it.

"HA! This one thinks he understands and wants some gratification. Perhaps it is time. I want a new toy."

That evening, Sean was led down to the basement. The thing was hanging where it always was, its cock as painfully erect as ever. Next to it on the floor were several buckets of a thick white liquid and several very large rolls of gauze. Shelley and Jess led Sean to stand in front of the material, and then with a blinding flash, Sean was knocked down and rendered immobile. He had been hit with a stun gun, and his muscles were twitching, unable to move.

Dazed and unable to comprehend what was happening, Sean lay on the concrete floor as the two women wrapped his body in gauze from head to toe. When he began to move and struggle to get up, they hit him with the stun gun again, and his body shook uncontrollably, allowing them to continue their work.

Once he was covered in gauze, they took rolls of cloth soaked in the thick white mush and began wrapping his body. Beginning with his feet, the wet goo was applied, wrapped around and around, higher and higher.

They positioned his legs apart, not terribly wide but wide enough to guarantee good access to his cock and balls. When they reached his waist, they wrapped the cement mixture around his hips and thighs, but left his genitals hanging free and exposed.

Sean waited until he felt he could struggle more effectively, recovering from the last stun. He suddenly sat up and grabbed Shelley, trying to shove her into Jess. His hands slipped and the maneuver failed; moments later he was hit with a stun from the gun that didn't let up until the painful world went black and he went unconscious.


Sean woke. Opening his eyes, he saw nothing. He couldn't tell if he was blind or if it was simply dark.

He couldn't move. Any attempt to move any part of his body failed. Even attempts to move his fingers showed that he could only move them a tiny fraction of an inch. His arms stretched out on other side of him, his legs spread apart.

His torso was also unmovable. His back could not bend, his breathing was restricted.

Breathing was possible. There was little else he could do.

He felt a little dizzy. He realized his body was swinging back and forth. He was upright. Swinging. His stomach felt queazy from the movement and he thought he might vomit. It was then that he realized something was intruding through his nose. His left nostril was filled with something. His nose was sore, inside his head was sore, and his throat felt like he had something that could not be swallowed.

It was a feeding tube.

He had been encased in a full body cast; unable to see, hear, or move. Sean felt a scream welling up from inside him, unable to reach full strength because his tight encasement restricted his breathing. Still, he was able to release a short and agonized scream.

In response, he felt something touch his cock. Oh... he felt it now. It was overwhelming. His cock was hard, pulsing, throbbing with lust. It was straining to become larger, restricted only by its own flesh. He sobbed, tears coming from his eyes and soaking into the gauze that covered his face. The touch was a hand, a soft female hand, stroking his hardness. His entire world focused on that feeling, the sensation of pleasure that had been denied him so long and was now intensified beyond all reason.

A sudden sharp pain arrived in his left testicle. He moaned from the pain but the stroking continued. Another sharp pain, in his right testicle. It hurt, terribly, but the pain was mixed with the incredible pleasure of being stroked. He felt the sperm as is began gathering, mixing, preparing for ejaculation.

The pain and pleasure continued, merging and increasing until he was screaming. He couldn't tell what he was screaming about, the pain or the intense pleasure. Perhaps both. Was there a difference? It didn't matter, for all at once the semen erupted and his muscles contracted with a sudden spasm, squirting his body fluid out into the blackness that he no longer could see.

The orgasm was the most intense he had ever felt. The pain of the pins being driven into his balls simply served to increase the sensations. It shattered him, left him limp and weak inside his concrete shell.


"I like him better this way," Jess commented as Shelley removed the pins from the exposed cock of the new thing in the basement. Semen still oozed from the end of shaft, dripping into a clean pan below.

"He certainly reacted, didn't he?" Shelley removed the last pin and put them into a small case for later use. She gave the concrete figure a slight shove, watching it swing back and forth and then joined Jess as they climbed the stairs.

"So, you want to go hiking this weekend?"


Inside his dark prison, the thing that had been Sean started going insane, hallucinating from the lack of sensory stimulation, body decomposing from the inability to move, his mind losing all foundation of reality.

He hung in darkness until the next time his body would be subjected to the pain and pleasure, which was now all he had, all he was good for.

Nonconsensual: The Thing In The Basement

Nonconsensual Part 1
Nonconsensual: Part 2
Nonconsensual: Part 3
Nonconsensual: Part 4

Over the next several days Sean was put through a series of agonizing tortures and humiliations. The two women had apparently had slaves before, men that had lived obediently in their house. The equipment was to extensive, the techniques they used too refined for them to be anything but very experienced at torture and humiliation of male slaves.

Sean was introduced to inverted suspension. One day he hung upside down by shackles on his ankles for several hours. He thought he would faint from the blood rushing to his head, but the women kept him conscious by invoking a number of agonizing techniques.

While hanging with his head several inches from the floor, the two women would take his testicles and stick large needles into them. These weren't little needles, the kind they gave immunizations with. These were big things, very sharp at the end but up to six inches long. Sean's throat became hoarse from constantly screaming, and eventually he didn't bother. Screaming didn't help; he cried, with tears flowing from his eyes down over his forehead and disappearing into his hair.

When the women grew tired of actively torturing the poor slave, they provided some passive form of torment. Jess was especially adept at this, and loved to arrange new ways of using Sean's own body against him. The simplest technique was introduced one day when the two women were going out for the evening and Jess had been unhappy with the way Sean had groveled earlier. Sean had actually had the bad judgment to beg Jess for mercy.

Jess brought him to the torture room and pushed him to the floor. She strung a rope through the pulley in the ceiling and brought it down all the way to Sean's enlarged and swollen testicles. Wrapping the rope around his scrotum sever times, she pulled the rope tight and tested the knot for strength. Seeing that it would hold, she began pulling on the rope, smiling and laughing at the increasing predicament of her helplessly bound male.

The rope pulled taught and began to tighten and stretch Sean's balls higher into the air. He started breathing harder, trying to cope with the discomfort. Jess kept pulling, and Sean pushed his hips higher in the air, trying to get some relief. The pain increased as the rope pulled him higher and higher, more and more of his body weight being supported by his balls alone.

When the rope finally pulled him completely off the floor and his entire body weight was supported solely through his distended, stretched scrotum and testicles, Sean cried out in pain, sobbing and screaming in a panicked tone. He was hanging upside down, his legs spread slightly, arms restrained behind his back, swinging slightly. The pain was incredible, an aching, urgent, piercing pain that demanded that Sean do something to save himself. But he could not. The best he could do was not struggle, for every small movement he made caused a jerking, twisting motion to exact even more agony from his purple balls.

Satisfied that Sean was in agony and would remain that way, Jess turned off the light, closed and locked the door, and left for her evening out with her girlfriend. Sean hung in the darkness, tormented by the pain, for four hours until the women returned and Jess lowered him to the floor. The pain in his testicles continued for days afterward, and Sean was certain that permanent damage had been done. This punishment was a practical reminder that Sean's sadist lesbian mistresses would do anything to him, and viewed him as nothing but a useless piece of meat that could be abused in any way they pleased.

A new ritual was introduced during his second week serving Shelley and Jess. Each evening he would be brought into the dining room to kneel under the table at which the two women ate their dinner. Under his feet and knees was a large piece of plywood that had small nails hammered through, sharp side up. The nails pierced painfully into his feet and legs, and he remained under the table suffering while the women ate their dinner. If he remained silent, not expressing the suffering he experienced during this ordeal, the women would scrape scraps from their meal into a bowl for him to eat (still kneeling on the nail mat).

The first time he cried out in pain from the piercing of the nails, he had been dragged out, tied extremely tightly with his knees against his chest and his arms around his legs so that he could not move even an inch, and then placed on the board of nails. Shelly then sat on him while she ate the rest of her dinner, enjoying the feeling of his labored breathing and moaning agony beneath her as she ate.

Sean was never, ever allowed to touch his genitals or to have any sexual relations with either of the women. He was allowed to watch the two women while they made love, which was a kind of torture in itself as they were beautiful and made love with such passion he could think of nothing but pressing his own hard cock into their bodies, but he could not. He was bound and forced to watch their pleasure as he suffered some painful position or torture they had prepared for him for the occasion.

The closest Sean came to ever touching one of the goddesses was the face dildo. This was a heavy leather gag that covered his lower face. A small protruding plug on one side was placed in his mouth where he could bite down and hold it steady. His jaw was held wide by this device, and he was effectively silenced. On the outside of the leather gag was a protruding dildo, thick and about six inches long. With this artificial phallus, sticking out from his face, Sean was guided into place between the legs of one of the girls and carefully place the end of the dildo into their pussy. He could then fuck the women with his face dildo; if he did well he was given additional scraps of food. If he did not please his mistress, he was punished with whips, pincers, hooks, or whatever was handy.

During these sessions, Sean's cock would grow hard in its chastity cage, pressing to expand and get out, but was held in check by the chastity device. He could smell and see the pulsing wetness of his mistress. He could not touch, and could only give pleasure, never receive it.


One day Jess came into the torture room where Sean was sitting on a thin wooden board, weights on his ankles dragging him down and pressing his sensitive testicles into the sharp edges of the wood. He rocked back and forth, trying to find a better position, but there was none. Jess approached him and untied one of his hands. She presented him with a piece of paper and pen, and said curtly, "Sign."

It had been several months of captivity and slavery. Sean had lost so much of his memory and orientation, he didn't understand what she meant at first. He stared at the piece of paper and the words slowly formed and he understood. It was the pink slip to his car. They were selling his car. He felt dizzy, and rocked back on the wooden horse so that it dug deep into his anus.

His hesitation annoyed Jess, who took a heavy tool from a workbench on the side of the torture room.

"Do you know what this is"

Sean shook his head.

"It is a tooth extractor. Shelley has been wanting to use it on you for a while. Sign this or we will spend the rest of the evening seeing what it is like to remove all your teeth. You don't really need them."

Sean took the pen and signed. His old life was fading away. With that signature he released it in his mind, signed away the last vestiges of independence and accepted that he was owned property of these two sadistic lesbians. His only fate was to endure whatever they pleased.

Sean cried and rocked back and forth on the wooden horse, tears running down his cheeks.


A few days later, Sean knelt between Shelley's strong, naked thighs as he manipulated the face dildo to bring her to a screaming orgasm. He was beginning to know the techniques that would get each of the two women off; with Shelley, she liked to start slow and then quickly build, with the dildo progressively pushing higher and higher at a sharper angle. While he derived no physical pleasure from seeing Shelley orgasm, he had acquired a great sense of satisfaction from it. His life was now devoted to pleasing these two women. When he saw them happy and pleased, it made him so excited he almost climaxed himself. When they were unhappy or angry, it would send him into a paroxysm of fear and horror.

When she was done, Shelley called over to her partner, Jess, "You know, I think this animal could be given an extra job. Do you think we could train him to care for the thing in the basement?"

Jess looked doubtful for a moment, but then sighed and said, "Well, why not? Let's give it a try. He knows if he screws up I will cut some part of his body he likes, so I doubt if he will cause much of a problem."

The three of them stood and Shelley guided Sean to the hall and all the way to the end. There was a locked door which he had seen the women go through on occasion but never knew what lay behind. Jess unlocked it and turned on a light. A set of steps descended down into a dark area with concrete block walls and a concrete floor. It smelled dusty.

There was another odor down here. A rancid, biological odor which got stronger the further down the stairs they went. Sean was nervous. Whatever horror was down here, he wanted no part of it. Whatever pain awaited, he was willing to do anything to avoid.

A second light was turned on, showing the rest of the basement area. It was remarkably large for a basement, and packed with many items in boxes and leaning against the walls. Some of the items looked ominous. It appeared there was a collection of whips on one wall, and what appeared to be a rack in the corner. Sean shuddered.

In the dead center of the room was something quite odd. It was large and white. It looked a little like a punching bag dummy, in a roughly human shape, arms spread wide, legs slightly apart. There was a blob at the top where the head would be. A dark splotch between the legs might have been a growth or some of the stuffing coming out, straight out and stiff. Dark slits where the mouth and nose would be had been cut in the white material. Beneath the white object was a large flat tray, full of some slimy substance.

Shelley walked over to the thing and pushed it so it swung back and forth. It was suspended from the basement ceiling on a chain. The stark light from the unshielded bulb cast an eerie moving shadow as the thing swung back and forth... and then there was a noise.

A moan.

Sean found himself saying prayers he had learned when a child. Praying that it wasn't true. That this wasn't what it appeared to be.

Jess took out a set of needles she carried with her. She grabbed the dark spot between the white legs and began a stroking motion. It was a penis, a real, rock hard penis, already erect and ready. As she stroked the moaning changed and grew more urgent. A needle plunged into a testicle below the hard cock, and the moans grew loader. Another needle, and another. Stroking, always stroking, never stopping, Jess continued plunging needles into the protruding testicles and penis head, causing the moans from the creature's head to grow and rise in volume and urgency.

Finally, the rock hard penis pulsed and the testicles shuddered and rose slightly in a jerking motion, and a white stream of slime spurted out as the moans from inside the plaster casting grew to cries. The white semen spurted out and away from the form and then fell down to the tray below, mingling with other liquids and lumps.

When it was over, Sean turned and vomited on the floor. He had no doubt that here, hanging in absolute, total confinement, was his predecessor. The last slave, now relegated to a plaster cast, concrete prison that allowed no movement. The head enclosure had no holes for the ears, no openings for the eyes. The only openings were slits for nose and mouth, and holes at the bottom for the protruding, swollen genitals and a hole in back for feces to escape. A tube came out of one nostril hole and up to a plastic drip bag that contained some sort of hospital forced-feeding nutrient.

Shelley turned to Sean and spoke. "This is the thing in the basement. It needs it's pan cleaned once every day or two, and the feeding bag replaced once a day. This is now your job. You are not to touch his flesh in any way, this is only for myself and Jess."

"I see you are curious about his erection," Jess commented. "Part of the nutrient feed bag is a steady mix of Viagra and some other meds we choose to give him. He always has an erection. Always. The pain and pleasure delivered to his cock and balls are all the only external stimulus he has in his wretched life. I have no doubt... he is insane... by now...."

The three looked at the white concrete plaster form still swinging gently from the ceiling, two in contemplation, one in abject horror.

And so it was that Sean began the care and feeding of the Thing In The Basement.

Nonconsensual: Kidnapped

Nonconsensual Part 1
Nonconsensual: Part 2
Nonconsensual: Part 3
Nonconsensual: Part 4

They were goddesses.

Sean trudged along the path back toward the wilderness park entrance when he spotted the two girls. They had just arrived and were chatting happily together, smiling and heading down the trail. Both wore shorts that exposed long muscular legs that were clearly toned from a lot of hikes, and heavy hiking boots which made their legs look slimmer and more enticing. Sean couldn't help but think about what it would be like to have those legs wrapped around his body while he pounded his cock into one of the girls.

They were both thin, and fit. One was slightly taller with long dark hair, the other was about his height and had shorter honey blond. They wore loose fitting plaid which instead of hiding, actually showed off perfect breast shapes. They were more than cute, they were amazing. Both were the kind of girl that he would have approached in a club and worked on until one of them let him take her home. And if that didn't work, he would have followed one home, taken her when she least suspected, and had her anyway.

He had done that a few times. Bitches he really wanted didn't get to say no.

As they came closer, he stopped, wiped his brow and greeted the two women. Closer up, he could see neither was wearing makeup, and neither needed it. They had a natural beauty that came through in any circumstance.

"Ladies. Heading up the trail for Rainbow Falls?" He smiled his best smile.

The tall dark haired one looked at him with a smirk which made him feel uncomfortable. "Yes, we are. Why?"

"No reason, I just heard someone spotted some mountain lion tracks near there. You might need a little protection is all. Would you like me to head up there with you?"

The girls glanced at each other. "I don't think so, we can take care of ourselves."

The two girls began to move past him. Something about their demeanor irritated Sean. He moved his body slightly to block their path. "I was just heading that way anyway. I can tag along. The more people together, the less likely that anything will attack, you know?"

The honey blond one raised her eyebrows with a cynical look. "So... you are offering to protect us, is that right?"

"Well, babe... I am sure you can handle a mountain lion just fine. I just thought we could help each other out." Sean was beginning to really not like these two. They were haughty and needed to be taken down a notch.

The tall dark haired beauty began to walk past him, saying "Yes... well, I think maybe a mountain lion isn't the only predator out here. We can--"

Sean found himself reacting to the girls insolence. He grabbed her arm as she pushed past him. It felt good to have control, to feel her flesh in his hand. "Listen, maybe we--"

With a slight, almost unnoticeable movement, the girl's left knee bent, bringing her booted foot up rapidly. It slammed into Sean's groin, hard. He grunted and bent over as pain exploded across his hips. In spite of this pain, he managed to keep hold of his grip on the bitch's arm. He was going to do something nasty to her, as soon as he could focus...

With a soft whump, her other booted foot came up and around in a circle, landing full into his stomach. This time he let go as nausea and pain spread across his body. Sinking to his knees, he vomited on the dusty path. Something crashed into the back of his head, and the world went black.


Sean slowly became aware of his body bounce back and forth, sliding and bumping. He had a horrible headache and could not move. The memory of what had happened slowly came back to him, and he realized that the two women (goddesses he remember wryly) had retaliated against him and managed to overpower him.

He couldn't move his arms or legs; his wrists were tied behind his back, and they were tied to his ankles. He vaguely remembered the term for this from some porn he liked -- a hogtie. But that was something you did to girls! Yet here he was, bouncing along in the dark... in a car of some sort. In a small confined space. What was jabbing him in the face... it was a toolbox.

His toolbox. He was in the trunk of his car. He tried to take a deep breath to yell and realized his mouth was full of something. Cloth. And taped shut.

Anger overwhelmed Sean and he tried to struggle against the ropes which held him. It was impossible, they were tight and struggling just cut off his circulation. He decided to lay quietly and wait until they got wherever they were going. He thought about what he might do to those two women when they got there and he was able to overpower them.  They had gotten the drop on him before, but it wouldn't happen again. He was going to get control, and make them pay.

Daydreams of the tall dark haired goddess kneeling at his feet begging for mercy were flitting through his mind when the car stopped. The front door opened and closed. He heard the women talking outside. He would wait. Wait for his chance.

When the trunk lid popped open he was blinded for a moment. Two silhouettes stood above him, observing. He looked back and slowly his eyes adjusted and he saw the two girls observing him with slightly amused looks. His faced flushed with anger over this, but he just waited.

"Let's get him inside. You take his legs, I will take his shoulders. Be careful not to damage him." The dark one was saying.

The blond one laughed, an unexpected giggle. "Oh, Jess, dear... you are funny."

The women lifted him up and pulled him out of the trunk. Sean's body fell with a *thump* onto the hard concrete of a garage floor, jarring his ribs and knocking the breath out of him. The trunk lid to his car shut with a slam. Sean rolled over uncomfortably.

The tall one that was called Jess looked at him for a moment. "It will be easier if you cooperate. You want to try that? What do you say, Shelley, shall we give it a shot?"

The blond nodded. "Sure. Be easier than dragging him down to the basement."

Jess ripped the tape gag off of Sean's face.

"Owwwwwwwwww ahhhhhhh, you bitch!" Sean could not help but react.

"Yeah. I'm a bitch. Maybe you need to learn that the hard way." Jess began to untie Sean's legs. When they were free, Sean stood up and scowled at the two women.

"You bitch. Untie me. Now. And if I am really nice, and you apologize really, really well, I will maybe not report you to the police," Sean snarled.

"OK. But I can't guarantee I will apologize the way you like." Sean was surprised when Jess agreed and untied his wrists. As soon as they were free, he turned his body around and made to place a right hook on the side of the brunette's face.

Except her head wasn't there. She leaned back a few inches and his fist just went whistling by, knocking him off balance. As his body turned Jess reached one booted foot out, hooked it around Sean's right ankle and yanked it out from under him. Sean's momentum from his bad punch carried him down to the floor in a spin and he hit hard.

The girls waited for Sean to recover and when he was standing again, the shorter blond, Shelley, was standing next to him. "Sean. Dear. That is your name, right? Sean? Look, Sean, I know you want to be the big man and all but you are in waaaaaayyy over your head here. Let's just go inside and down to the your room and see how we can fix you up, shall we?"

This time Sean tried to sneak a quick uppercut toward Shelley's stomach. His fist actually caught a bit of flesh as she deflected his blow and returned it with a solid elbow to his face. Pain exploded across his nose and cheek and he dropped to his knees.

Tears of pain and despair were trickling down his face as the two women each took one of his arms and half dragged, half guided him into a house through a door from the garage. They guided him down a hall until they reached a heavy door with a small wire reinforced window in it. Keys jangled as they unlocked a deadbolt and dragged him the rest of the way in to a small square room filled with objects he didn't understand. It was lit with a single light bulb from a ceiling fixture.

They dropped him in the center of the room on his knees. He was humiliated from being bested by these women three times. He wanted all this to just go away. At that point he would have run and never reported anything to the police if he had been able to.

The two women each took one of Sean's wrists and fastened a metal band around each. Realization flooded his brain slowly and he began to struggle, but to no avail. He was weakened and Jess kicked the back of his knees, causing him to buckle and fall again.  His wrists were then pulled above him and their metal bands fastened to a wire that hung from the ceiling. Shelley went over to one wall and flipped a switch.

With a low grinding noise a hoist motor began raising the wire and Sean's wrists above his head. First he was forced to stand, and then his wrists rose above his head. Shelley didn't stop there, though. She let the winch pull his arms high, slowly stretching his arms and body taught until he was on his toes, finally leaving the floor and he was hanging by his arms, swinging free.

 Large shears were produced. Jess proceeded to cut off Sean's clothes, removing his shirt, jeans, shoes, and underwear. There was nothing he could do to prevent it. He was at her mercy. Jess pushed his body slightly and watched as he swung back and forth. It hurt being hung from his wrists. His muscles were stretched, shoulders stressed, and the steel wrist shackles dug into his flesh.

It was becoming clear that Sean had fallen into the hands of two psycho women who were intent on keeping him captive.


"Wanna flip for it?" Shelley asked Jess.

Jess smiled and looked at Sean where he dangled. "Nah. You can do it. I think I just want to watch."

Shelley went over to the wall and took down a bullwhip. Multiple strands of heavy leather were woven into a single thick lash over six feet long. The handle was a heavy metal covered with leather. Shelley wielded it expertly, cracked it once where Sean could see and smiled when his eyes widened and he began to cry and beg.

"Please, I know I have been wrong, I won't do anything bad, I won't report to the police, just let me go, there is no reason for you to--" his pleas were cut off suddenly by the sound of the last slicing through the air and wrapping itself around his body with a squishy snapping sound. His eyes got big and mouth round as the pain of the whip registered in his mind with absolute astonishment.

He screamed.

Jess smiled big as she saw the big man's body jerk and the scream erupt from his throat. Shelley pulled the whip back and lashed it out once more to kiss the poor man's body with agony. His screams became continuous as Shelley cut his flesh again and again with the cruel whip. Twelve strokes. Twelve lashes. Sean hung from the ceiling with his body naked and blood trickling down from his back, sides, stomach and chest. as he cried.

When she stopped, Shelley saw that Sean had lost bladder control and peed over the floor during the whipping. "You get to clean that up," she said to Jess.

"I will hose it down later. Let's go have dinner now." Jess moved over to Shelley, in front of the sobbing male, and kissed her a deep, slow tongue kiss.

"You know how a male's pain turns me on. Let's go." Jess and Shelley left the dark room, closing the heavy door behind them with a heavy click of a bolt sliding into place.

Sean hung from the ceiling, still sobbing from the pain and humiliation of being taken and punished by the two women. The light went out and it was dark, and he was alone.

The smell and darkness of the torture room filled his mind, the musky odor of his sweat and acrid tang of urine demanded his attention. There was another smell, something subtle and indistinct. I didn't know what it was until it came on him. Blood. His blood, trickling down his flesh, mingled with his sweat.

He had been bested, taken, defeated, punished, and his will was broken. In the dark silence of that torture chamber all he wanted to was be taken down. He would do anything for these two, his mistresses. Anything, if they would just be kind to him, and not hurt him any more.

Little did he know that he would, in fact, do just about anything for them.