Messing With Her Insides

Janice woke slowly as if from a deep sleep. She had no idea where she was, why she was there, or even what time of day it was. As she concentrated harder, she tried to remember the day of the week... was it Friday? Had she been to work today?

She rolled over and immediately became aware that something was wrong. Her arms were tied behind her back tightly at her wrists and elbows, and her legs were strapped with her knees bent ankle to thigh in a frogtie. Her mouth was packed tight with cloth, stretching it wide and tape held the cloth packing in place. Great, she thought. Someone kidnapped me. Her restraints carried all the characteristics of someone experienced in bondage.

The room was dark and it wasn't possible to see very much. The floor was hard and cold. Concrete. What little light illuminated the room came from some cracks in very small windows near the ceiling. The room was large and mostly empty.

Janice began to struggle against the ropes as her mind sharpened. Her large breasts squashed against the floor as she rolled onto her stomach. Wriggling, she realized the ropes were not only tight, they were digging into her flesh. Struggling was just causing them to dig deeper and she would soon be bleeding.She stopped for a moment and took stock of her situation.


She had been drugged. She didn't remember where or when, perhaps because of the drugs. She was naked and felt the hard cold floor beneath her skin. Her arms were cramping and a little numb with a dull ache, so she knew she had been tied up for some time. Who ever had done this was good. She was nowhere near home, the building was obviously the basement of an old industrial complex or something similar. If she could scream, it was likely no one could hear her.

She tried anyway. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she made as loud a noise as she could in spite of the gag. The muffled scream echoed a little against concrete walls, but was weak. Screaming would be of no help. Working the restraints wouldn't work, the tie job was too good and she would only hurt herself.

Just as she was settling in for a long wait, a door opened above and a dim light illuminated a stairway. The silhouettes of two women could be seen entered and then walking down the stairs. One was medium height, wearing tight jeans and a T top, and had short brown hair. The other one was taller, had more curves and long black hair.

Jenn. And Jackie. Janice began to worry a lot harder. She had had run ins with these two lesbians before, and they didn't play nice. Their last meeting had not ended well for Janice, and afterward she had shot off her mouth quite a bit, issuing threats and insults. She looked up at Jenn standing over her as Jackie turned on a light. It was a single light bulb dangling from the ceiling, and it illuminated the bare, gray basement.

"Hi, Janice. How are you? Do you remember how you got here? No? That's OK. It doesn't really matter, does it? What really matters is what we are going to do to you, and how you react to it." Jenn spoke slowly and clearly, one hand stroking Janice's pretty face as if she were in love. Perhaps she was, in a way.

"Mmmpfffpphpfffff!!!" cried Janice, staring up at the goth lesbian bitch above her. She wriggled a little against her bonds.

"Let's give you a chance to help yourself now. I am going to take the gag out, but you have to promise not to make tooooo much noise. No one is going to hear you but us, but hey -- spare us the hysterics, OK? Besides, if you want to scream, we will have to give you a real reason to scream, then." Jenn looked down at Janice's face with a sort of bizarre kindness. Janice stared for a moment and then nodded her head in understanding.

As Jenn unwrapped the tape that held the gag in, Janice observed more. Jenn was wearing her typical leather skirt and black top. Seven earrings dangled down from each ear, and a silver star pendant hung from a chain around her smooth white neck. Janice couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. She always did like Jenna, at least physically. Maybe a little too much. As the last bits of tape came off, Jenn pulled the gobs of cloth out of Janice's mouth. Janice flexed her jaw a bit and then reached up to nuzzle Jenn's nearby neck.

"Jenn, dear. Let's let bygones be bygones. I really think we could have some fun together, you and I. And Jackie, of course." Janice glanced back at the image of Jenn's girlfriend standing behind her. Jackie was an exceptionally pretty, short haired lesbian with muscles and a few tattoos peaking out of her tight fitting clothes. Janice would actually not mind sleeping with either, or both of the two girls. It was preferable to whatever Jenn had in mind, at least.

Jenn leaned over and gave Janice a slow, deep kiss while at the same time reaching her hand down and caressing one of her breasts. When the kiss ended, Jenn finished the caress with a hard pinch of Janice's nipple, causing her to let out a little squeal of pain.

"God, it so turns me on to see you hurt." Jenn was a sadist, and it caused a pang of fear deep in Janice's gut. Jenn's hands were continuing to explore Janice's naked body, but Jackie was getting impatient.

"Jenn, let's get going. You want to see her squirm, so do I. Unless you just want to fuck in front of her like we did before." Jackie's soft voice belied her hard attitude. She was submissive to Jenn, but had no sympathy or allegiance to anyone else.

"Yeah. Let's start." Jenn stood and turned on the lights in the concrete basement. A single harsh light from an uncovered light bulb revealed the concrete walls and mostly bare room. There was a table nearby with a few items on it, and the wooden staircase. The room was dusty and cracked, old and run down, except for a rather new mattress just a few feet away from where Janice lay on the hard concrete.

Jackie moved to the side and unhooked something from the wall. Twisting around so she could look up, Janice saw a hook descending from a pulley attached to the ceiling. Jenn grabbed it and then pushed Janice over, placing the hook under the ropes that bound Janice's wrists. Moments later Janice felt her arms being pulled upward; she was being pulled up into a strappado position. Her thoughts flew as the pain in her shoulders set in and her body lifted from its prone position on the floor up to a semi vertical one. When all that was left supporting her was her knees, the rope stopped ascending.

"Please... Jenn... this is going to wrench my shoulders out of their sockets. Please let me down!" Janice begged and moaned as she felt the muscles strain on her shoulders and cramps crossing her shoulder blades.

"Shutup. It will hurt, but if you start bitching about this, we will lift you up the rest of the way and you really will have something to cry about. Not that you will have the breath to do it." Jenn was putting something together at the table at the side of the room as she talked.  Having completed assembling whatever it was, she turned and walked back over to where Janice was painfully dangling, some of her weight minimally supported by her frogtied knees and some on her shoulders and arms behind her back.

Jenn walked around behind the tortured naked girl and knelt down. Jackie moved next to her and the next moment, Janice felt two hands grab her buttocks and force them apart. She grunted and cried out at this violation, "Ahgg... ahh... owwwwww..."

Janice felt something cold and hard pressing against her anus. It was a metal butt plug, a rather large one, and it wasn't giving an inch as Jenn pushed into Janice's rectal opening. The smooth metal separated and spread the sphincter muscles, creating the intense sensation of violation with something foreign, as well as the sensation of a huge and painful bowel movement. Just when Janice thought the pain was going to make her beg for mercy, the plug narrowed suddenly and her sphincter tightened on the narrow neck of the plug, holding it firmly in place.

"Good job, Janice!" Jackie reached around and pinched Janice's right nipple, hard. Her natural breasts were rising and falling with her strained breathing from the severe position. The plug was large enough to make Janice feel like she desperately needed to relieve herself, but was narrow enough to prevent any accidental or intentional expulsion of the metal insertion.

Jackie stood and went to the side of the concrete room; Janice heard water running for a while, as if something was being filled. When she turned back around, Jackie had a large enema bag filled to its maximum.

"Oh... god.... no, please, oh please, no..." Janice did beg now, as she realized what was about to happen. She had enjoyed some enema play before and knew that while it could be pleasurable, it could also deliver nasty cramps, pains, and a large enema could hurt horribly. And the bag Jackie held was not just large, it was huge.

"Oh, yes dear, yes..." Jackie leaned down and kissed the bound, naked girl on the cheek as she caressed her tits. She then gave Jenn the bag, which was attached to a long tube which was in turn attached to the butt plug firmly implanted in Janice's ass. Jenn then rose and stood in front of Janice, and began to slowly strip. Janice watched as Jenn removed her top and bra, exposing perfect breasts that she had always wanted to suckle. In spite of her painful position, Janice felt the desire welling up within her. Her knees scuffed on the concrete floor, and her thighs shook from the strain, her head jutted out toward Jenn and her breasts were thrust out by the strappado.

When Jenn was naked, she knelt down in front of Janice, taking the rubber tube from Jackie and holding it close to Janice's face. "Now dear. Tell me you love me; tell me how much you desire me. Tell me that you want to make love to me."

"Jenn, I..."

Jenn clicked open the small metal clasp which kept the tube closed, and water rushed down from the bag and into Janice's bowels. Jenn smiled at the look in her eyes as she felt the cold water suddenly flooding her large intestine. "OH! OH... My God.... " Janice began to look worried as the feeling spread in her lower abdomen.

"Jenn, I love you. Please, I want you, I have always told you that, and I want to make love to you. Please, don't fill me. Please stop this now and I will make you so happy, I will pleasure you any way you want!" Janice continued to beg as the water continued to fill her insides. Jenn made no move to stop the flow until she saw Janice wince from the first cramps that formed as her large intestines filled and began to distend.

One hand touching Janice's stomach to feel the distention, the other reaching behind her head to draw her face close, Jenn kissed Janice softly, tenderly, but demanding a response. Janice did her best to kiss back, opening her mouth and accepting Jenn's tongue inside. She really did want Jenn, she always had, though she had always fantasized about being the dominant one.

As they kissed, Janice heard a slight click and felt more pressure in her bowels. Jenn had released the clasp again, allowing more water to flow through the butt plug. Cramping began again, much worse this time, and Janice broke the kiss and groaned from the pain. "Ohhh.... aaahhhhhhhhh nooooooo..... ohgodohgod...fuck.... ahhhhh!!!!!"

At a nod from Jenn, Jackie began lowering the rope behind Janice, slowly releasing the strappado and easing Janice's nude and shaking body to the ground. The two girls rolled Janice onto her back, her bound arms underneath her and pushing her hips up into the air as if she was begging to be fucked. Her frogtied legs spread wide and the hose from the enema bag slid between and disappeared under her.

"Make me cum, Janice, dear," Jenn whispered into her ear. "Give me an orgasm, give me pleasure as you experience the pain I give you. Then I may consider releasing you."

Janice lay whimpering, a bound writhing bundle of sensuous naked flesh, and Jenn spread her legs, kneeling over Janice's face and looking down at her distended, full belly. The water was almost completely gone from the bag now, and Jackie was squeezing the last ounces out and down the tubing. Slow, Jenn lowered herself over Janice's face until her pussy lips came down over Janice's nose.  She stopped, demanding that Janice raise her head to service and pleasure Jenn's genitals as they presented themselves just within reach.

Janice began working Jenn's pussy for all she was worth. Her tongue moved expertly over the lips of Jenn's cunt, tasting the juices and spreading the flesh apart. Delving in and moving back and forth, she felt Jenn begin to react by moving her hips back and forth, up and down.  The pain her Janice's bowels was fading in and out like the worst diarrhea she had ever had, but she knew she would have no relief until she had service Jenn to her satisfaction. And so she continued to lick, delve, suck on Jenn's cunt.

As Jenn approach climax, she lowered herself down until she sat firmly on Janice's face, cutting off the air by smothering her nose and mouth with her soft cunt flesh. Janice struggled as best she could, but could simply writhe underneath Jenn's body. Jenn in turn reached forward and pressed on Janice's swollen stomach. A muffled cry of pain rose from Jenn's pussy. The combination of knowing she was causing Janice horribly cramping pains, the sound of her cries, and the direct stimulation of lips on her clit, brought Jenn to a noisy and ecstatic orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck, yes, fuck FUCK yes. FUCK...."

As the orgasm faded, Jenn slowly rolled off of Janice letting her breathe in huge gasps. After they both recovered some, Jenn returned to kiss and lick her juices from Janice's face. Janice was wriggling, straining against her bonds as she moaned and whimpered in pain from the liquid that distended her belly and cramped her insides.

"Please, now, Jenn, can you please let me go? The pain is getting bad. I need to let this stuff out, please... god..." Janice began to cry. Jenn kissed the tears on her cheeks as she fondled her firm but large breasts.

"Let's get out of here, or do something else to her. I am getting bored. You got off on her but I need some satisfaction." Jackie was getting impatient.

"Janice, listen to me carefully." Jenn was speaking low, nuzzling the poor girl's ear as she spoke. "We will leave now, but we are going to do one more thing to you. You get to choose what it is, OK? Listen now, here are the choices."

Janice looked at Jenn's pretty face with fear as she nodded and waited.

"We have a catheter here. We can catheterize you and fill your bladder before we go. I imagine that would be fun for us, but painful for you.  Or.... we can fill you with another bag worth of enema. That might actually do a little damage to your insides. It might be fun to find out and see you squirm while it was happening. Jackie might even want to sit on your face for a bit while that was going on.  Or.... third..."

Janice was crying harder than ever; the 27 year old girl had reached a breaking point of desperation as she lay listening to options that were painful at best, and fatal at worst.

"So... third. We can fit you with a chastity belt. A nice leather one that has a lock on it. It will keep those sex urges you are famous for in check for a little while. Leather you might be able to eventually saw through and get free.  What do you say?"

Unable to face anything more that might mean added or prolonged pain, quickly chose. "The chastity belt. Please. Quickly."

"Hmmm... are you sure?" Jenn smiled but then stood as Janice nodded her head violently.

Jackie produced the simple two piece leather belt. Slipping it under Janice's waist, the belt fastened over her stomach, high above her hips. A center strap trailed down from her stomach, then between her legs and up tightly over her ass to buckle securely behind her back. Jackie tightened it and was just locking the buckles into place with a small padlock when Janice realized what was happening.

"NNNOOOOOO!!!!! Don't lock the butt plug in!!!! I need to shit so baaaaad!!!! Please, no! Don't do this, please, please......" Janice's cries slowly deteriorated into sobs as the ass plug was securely locked into place. The enema which was causing her so much discomfort and pain was now locked in as well, and she was unable to expel any of the liquid that had distended her stomach as if she was in the early stages of pregnancy.

"All right dear. We are going to leave now." Jenn kissed Janice on the cheek once more, licking the salt tears off as she did. Jackie produced a heavy hunting knife and started cutting the ropes that had held Janice's legs in the frogtie. When her legs were free, Jackie cut the ropes restraining Janice's arms, and then stepped with Jenn over to the stairs which led up and out of the stark basement.

"Please, leave the key. You can't do this. I will die if you leave me like this!" Janice was unable to stand because of cramps in her legs, but she crawled to the bottom of the steps and tried to pull and push the tight chastity belt from her waist.

As she climbed the stairs, Jenn called out, "You clothes are in the room just above. It is about 7 miles to your house, and if you get moving you can be home in a couple of hours. Though waddling with full bowels and that chastity belt might slow you down a bit. I am sure that you will be able to cut through the leather and get that enema out of you sometime before tonight.   Probably.  I think."

Janice was crawling up the stairs behind them, her breasts naked and swaying beneath her as she swore at Jenn and Jackie. The two girls looked back and threw kisses as the slut below them. The last that Janice heard as they left was Jenn calling out, "Until next time, Janice!"

Dominatrix

He stood outside her front door. His stomach was in turmoil, making a mockery of the term "butterflies in your tummy". It was more like someone had ripped his entrails out, tied them into knots, and then shoved them back in. He was not nervous, he was scared.

He had dreamed of being taken by Mistress Anna. She was famous for being the most beautiful, most sensual dominatrix for hundreds of miles. She was also the youngest. She was a lifestyle domme, not one of those women that partied for a bit of fun on the occasional weekend or took money to slap you with a riding crop. 

Mistress Anna also had a reputation for being exceptionally cruel. Rumors of her rather hard style had come to him, and attracted him. Disgusted by the wimpish dominants he had experienced during his last year of exploration, her reputation had immediately attracted him and caused him to seek her out.

And here he was. Standing at the front door of the mansion standing alone in the hills. It was far enough away from other residences he was sure no one would hear screams, or see anything. Isolated, private. This was his last chance to back out.

He didn't want to. He wanted to experience real submission, total humiliation and control, domination and pain. It was here, on the other side of the door, within his grasp. His hand rose and he watched with amazement as his finger extended and rang the doorbell.

A minute later, the door opened and the Mistress stood looking at him. She was tall, about six feet; with long black hair and light skin. Her slim body moved with stillness and efficiency as if it was conserving its energy for when needed. Her breasts we perfect, their shape displayed nicely by the tight t-top she wore. Her dark eyes surveyed him for a moment before she spoke.

"Kyle. Come in."

He stepped across the threshold and into a foyer with marbled flooring, impeccably decorated with modern furnishings. As the door closed behind him he turned to look at Mistress Anna once again.

"Remove your clothes and all accessories. Anything on your body that is man made should go in that plastic bin," she indicated a square plastic tub with a lid on a side table. "Watches, rings, glasses, jewelry, everything."

Kyle silently stripped as the dominatrix watched. Her face showed no emotion as he quickly removed everything and placed it in the bin. Moments later he stood completely naked before the tall, unsmiling woman.

"Come with me." She turned and walked into a side door, which led to a wide hallway. As they moved down the tiled hall, Kyle began to grasp just how large the mansion was. They passed several rooms, most with closed doors. The few rooms he was able to catch a glimpse of were furnish in modern style, for various purposes. They passed an entertainment center with a home theater, and what looked like a small library.

At the end of the hall, Mistress Anna opened a door and walked down a few steps into what appeared to be a small annex to the main house. This area was not nearly as finished or elegant as the main living area they had passed. Concrete floors were unadorned, and doors were heavy wood, all closed. She opened a door and revealed a square room glaringly lighted by a single bare bulb overhead. In the center of the room was a heavy square uncomfortable chair that looked unnervingly like an old style electric chair. It even had straps for arms, legs and head.

"Sit down," she said in a tone that was a simple command. It assumed obedience, and Kyle didn't even consider not obeying. He sat in the chair, feeling the uncomfortable hard surface of bare wood and straight back. He became aware of how his penis stood up from between his legs and his face flushed. There was nothing he could do to hide his arousal.

"So, Kyle. You have indicated that you are a submissive. That you wish to be dominated by a woman, apparently by me. Is this correct?"

His voice was dry and broke as he answered. "Yes, Mistress Anna. I desire that more than anything."

"You know that I have no safe words. This isn't a game or play with me. When you submit to me, you are becoming my possession for as long as I desire, and I will do with you as pleases me."

"Yes, Mistress. I want to give up control," he responded, as he surveyed her beautiful face and amazing body. His erection was throbbing, actually bouncing slightly.

"Do you wish me to hurt you?"

He hesitated a moment, knowing that this was serious. "Yes, Mistress Anna."

"Beg me. Convince me that you are worthy of my attention." The dominatrix leaned against the wall casually and waited.

Kyle cleared his throat. "Please Mistress Anna. I have come here because no other dominant has been able to meet my desire to be dominated. I want to be hurt, in whatever way you wish to hurt me. I want to feel the pain of helplessness to your whims. Please... Mistress. Hurt me."

Kyle was shaking and sweating in the cold concrete room as he begged the beautiful woman to take his body as her own, to make him suffer for her pleasure. He looked down at his lap and saw his penis throbbing, a small drop of precum glistening at the end.

The tall dark woman glided over to him and slowly spread her legs as she straddled his lap, facing him. She sat down on his thighs and wrapped her arms around him, leaning her face forward to reach his lips, kissing him. Kyle was shocked at this unexpected move. His cock was rubbing against the denim of her jeans and he could feel his arousal building as her tongue entered his mouth and their saliva mixed. He felt as if he was going to lose control right at that moment.

She broke the kiss. A small smile ran across her face and she rose, stepping back from him.

"Get up, then lay down on the floor, face down."

Kyle did as he was told, laying down on the incredibly hard, cold floor. He lay with his right cheek on the floor, and looked at her shiny leather laced boots before him. One boot rose and pressed down on his head, slowly but with increasingly painful pressure.

"I. Said. Face. Down." She slowly articulated the instruction and then removed the boot. Kyle turned his head so that his face lay directly down on the concrete floor. Mistress Anna moved away, and he listend to her making some sort of preparations in the room. His hardened cock was pressing against the concrete and he had to suppress the urge to start humping the floor.

After a few minutes of waiting, another command was issued. "Sit in the chair again."

Kyle stood and sat back down in the chair. Underneath him, laying on the seat of the chair, was a wooden board. It extended about six inches beyond the sides of his ass as he sat on it, and was positioned under his ass and thighs.

"Spread your legs."

He spread his legs as instructed. The dominatrix used the straps on the legs of the chair to secure his legs in their spread position. She then strapped his arms to the back of the chair. The straps were tight, positioned just below his armpits, and just above his wrists. His legs were secured at his knees and at the ankles. Pulled as tight as possible, the straps cut into his skin and caused him to grunt in pain as she tightened each one. When she was done, he could not move about in the chair at all.

With catlike precision, Mistress Anna produced two items which made Kyle's eyes widen and a shudder ripple through his nude body. First, a hammer. Next, several nails.

"Do you need to be gagged?" The woman asked in a derisive tone.

"As you wish Mistress," he answered.

"I think I would like to hear what kind of Malesong you make," she said, almost to herself.

Reaching under his bouncing, throbbing cock, she roughly took hold of his ball sack and pulled it out. He yelped just a tiny bit from discomfort as she stretched them out and then let them settle back on the board beneath him.

Her long, smooth, thin hand held one testicle in place as the other positioned the nail above it. It was a long nail, with a wide head. The point pressed down on his ball and he began to whimper as he felt a hint of pain. Holding the nail in testicle in place with one hand, she took up the hammer.

Kyle could not watch. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his hands, straining against the straps. With a sudden thwock sound, the hammer came down on the head of the nail, which immediately sliced through the flesh of his scrotum and into the testicle. The pain took just a second to set in, but when it did, a scream seemed to involuntarily erupt from the poor submissive's gut like vomit.

A second hammer blow pushed the nail through the testicle and out the other side of the scrotum. It entered the board placed below him. Malesong reverberated in the hard walled room as Kyle yelled and moaned from the pain. Several more blows made sure the nail was well embedded in the wood below him before Mistress Anna stood and observed the agonized man before her.

Mistress Anna observed the suffering before her and felt the pleasure suffuse her body. It aroused her to see men suffer. She liked to be close to it. She walked around to the back of the chair and slid her hands over his shoulders and down his chest, feeling the muscles contract and struggle from the agony. She thought she might orgasm right then, such was his pain, but she wasn't done. With a sigh, she walked back around to the front of the chair and took a second nail.

Kyle was crying by now, begging that she not impale his second testicle. She didn't appear to even hear his pleas, and simply positioned the nail, pressed down a bit to allow him the hint of new pain that was coming, and savored the male's suffering. Finally, she raised the hammer and with one blow drove the nail through the scrotum flesh and through most of the testicle. Rapidly, she struck the nail head several times, driving it through and back out of his helpless body and deep within the board underneath.

His genitals firmly nailed to the board beneath him, the submissive continued crying, shuddering from an aching pain that now flooded his hips. He looked up and saw his dominant looking at him with a satisfied smile, simply observing him.

Once again, she straddled him and sat on his lap, reaching her arms around him and kissing his lips, now salty from tears. He managed to kiss her back, and his still hard throbbing penis rubbed against the denim of her jeans, between her thighs. He no longer had the urge to thrust and try to climax, as he was nailed securely below, but his arousal was still evident. In spite of the pain.

It was also very clear just how aroused and excited Mistress Anna had become from her submissive's pain. She kissed him, holding her body close to his, trying to feel his pain by pressing close. Finally, she lifted her shirt up over her head, exposing the bare flesh of her upper body which she then pressed against the helpless victim as she kissed him more deeply and passionately.

Finally she rose and slowly unstrapped the miserable submissive. "Get up," she barked.

He slowly rose, taking the board with him. It was positioned behind his thighs, and its weight pulled down painfully on his impaled testicles. As he straightened himself, the board pulled his balls between his legs and behind him, like a diabolically humbler; he immediately doubled over to relieve the pain from stretching and pulling.

Taking him firmly by the hair, Mistress Anna guided Kyle over to one wall of the room. He hobbled after her, trying to minimize the strain of movement pulling his scrotum. With a yank she turned him so he faced away from the wall and his ass pushed up against it. Taking the hammer and nails, she quickly nailed the board to the wall behind him. Once secured, he was essentially nailed to the wall by his testicles. He could not sit, it was painful to stand straight, and while his arms and legs were completely unrestrained, he could not move away from his current location. He stood, hunched over, in this one place, hands covering his groin and hips protectively.

From above, Mistress Anna pulled down a rope from a pulley attached to the ceiling. Forcing his right hand away from his groin, she tied Kyle's hand to the rope; she then repeated the procedure with his left hand and his arms were tied behind his back from the rope hanging from the ceiling. She pulled the rope up slightly to raise his arms up, which further pushed his body forward as the strappado position took hold. Kyle panted from pain, staring at the gray hard floor below him. A bit of drool dripped from his open mouth, but he didn't care, and just watched the small wet patch form beneath him.

Kyle's erection was gone. The agony of being nailed to a wall by his testicles had suppressed his arousal. Mistress Anna reached down and took his penis in hand, and spit on it. Then with a slow, rhythmic motion she began stroking him back to hardness. Within a minute his cock was hard and throbbing again. She continued to stimulate him, stroking with her bare hand, emphasizing the downstrokes, spending time on the sensitive head, pushing and manipulating with her thumbs.

As she masturbated the agonized man, his cries began to renew themselves. His arousal was demanding sperm from his testicles, and the action increased the pain that swathed his lower body. He began making small thrusting movements with his hips, in spite of his position. Steadily, relentlessly, the experienced dominatrix brought Kyle to the verge or orgasm, felt the contractions begin, and then let go. Kyle tried desperately to finish his orgasm and ejaculate in spite of her withdrawal, and had a little success, but not much. There were a couple of weak spurts of semen that dripped onto the floor beneath him and mingled with the saliva that was collecting there, but there was little pleasure. The pain, which was no longer sharp but an extensive dull ache across his hips and stomach, flooded back over him and prevented any real pleasure.

The frustration of the ruined orgasm made Kyle cry out. This pleased Mistress Anna and with a smile, she kissed him lightly on the forehead, patting his head. She then slid her jeans down, and then panties, revealing her perfect naked body. Even in his tortured state, Kyle stared and felt lust gathering inside him at the glorious image of his dominatrix's perfect nudity. He panted and suffered as she sat in the wooden chair before him, sliding her legs apart, clearly revealing her shaved pussy to him. Her fingers slid across her breasts, and then down her naked stomach until they reached between her legs, spreading and probing the soft skin.

She stimulated herself, and he watched, unable to move or approach her, unable to even touch himself as her nipples hardened and her neck and faced flushed. She finally made a small thrusting movement with her hips, grunting and moaning quietly as she stared at her tortured submissive, allowing his pain to help bring her to climax.

After her orgasm her limbs splayed wide and she tilted her head back and looked at the ceiling, listening to the quiet sobs of the male nailed to the wall in front of her.

Suddenly she rose, slid her clothes back on, and without a word left the cell and closed the door. Kyle was left alone with his agony, with know idea how long he might be there or what might happen next.

Applying for a position, Part 3

The next morning the door opened and Greg blinked at the bright light that flooded in. The silhouette of Miss Emily standing over him reminded him of where he was and what he was doing. He wanted, needed, this woman to become his mistress. Her perfect form stood over him and as he took a position of subservience before her he felt an erection growing. She was so beautiful and so cruel.

"Use your toilet box before coming out," she snapped as she unlocked his chains. "Did you masturbate last night?"

Squatting over the toilet box, he swallowed loudly, stomach cramping from sudden nerves as he slowly decided he had to tell the truth. "Yes, Miss Emily. I couldn't help it."

"What a pathetic loser you are," Miss Emily didn't sound that upset, though her voice had an undercurrent of annoyance. "Absolutely no control over yourself. And you want to be my sub... well. We shall see. First, a little punishment for your disobedience."


Miss Emily took a leash and attached it to Greg's collar. He crawled after her as she pulled the leash, urging him to keep up with her. The collar bit into his neck and he gagged slightly, all the while watching Miss Emily's muscular legs walking before him. He wanted her to touch him with those legs, to touch him with anything. So far, his main rewards had been brief touches of her fingers as she manipulated his bindings. He yearned for her to rub against him, slide her hand over his most sensitive parts even if the purpose was to deliver pain.

They went down the hall and into the darkened torture room that had nearly broken his resolve earlier. There, Miss Siobhan was waiting. She was naked except for an elaborate harness, including headgear with a ballgag and an armbinder which was tied to a post that rose out of a hole in the concrete floor. Apparently, Miss Siobhan was still very much the submissive to Miss Emily.

What Greg noticed most as he was led to a stool in the middle of the room, was the huge strapon cock attached to Miss Siobhan. The straps were fastened very tightly around her thin hips and legs, and the 9 inch phallus stood out and bounced slightly as she wriggled a little to get a more comfortable position.

Greg was quickly bent over and secured to the stool, hands and feet. His legs were spread slightly, his ass presented to both the women. He still had a raging erection which pointed straight down between his legs now that he was bent over.

"Very well, Siobhan, you know how to do this. Don't spare any mercy. I want to hear him cry. I want to see tears."

Greg shuddered a moment as he waited. Miss Siobhan was still restrained and had to work herself over to a good position before pushing the false cock between his buttocks. He cringed at the hardness which pressed between his cheeks and sought his anus, anticipating the increasing pressure and painful penetration.

It happened suddenly. Once positioned properly, Miss Siobhan shoved forward with her hips with all the force she could muster and the dildo ripped open his anus and sank deep inside. The sudden tearing pain made Greg scream and writhe against his bonds, which did not give way. Miss Siobhan pulled back until the phallus was almost completely withdrawn and then shoved again, hard. Greg screamed again, howling in pain. He was sure he was bleeding and torn, and the full nine inches could be felt pressing deep inside him. There was no time to prepare, no lubrication, no relaxation, just vicious thrusting.

Miss Emily walked around to Greg's front and put her hand on his cheek tenderly. She felt the wetness of his tears and sighed with a deep smile of satisfaction as his head and body bounced with each thrust from the woman behind him. Her hands slowly stroked his head, his neck, his arms, and then his back, as if trying to feel his humiliation and pain. As Miss Siobhan continued her rape from behind, Miss Emily leaned over and kissed her mouth passionately. Miss Siobhan did not slow a moment though she kissed back as well as she could with the ball gag in her mouth.

Miss Emily moved her attentions back to Greg, and felt the hard false cock just where it entered his body. She touched his distended anus and then slid her hand down to his balls, and finally his still hard erection. She stroked gently, invoking a sob from Greg as his wildest dreams were realized; the combined pain of being raped by Miss Siobhan, with the touch and stimulation of Miss Emily. The pleasure / pain was quickly building to a climax when Miss Emily called a halt and demanded that Miss Siobhan withdraw. Greg was both relieved that the rape was over, but his cock strained for Miss Emily's hand, the pain itself would have been welcome if he had been allowed release.

Alcohol was produced to disinfect Greg's torn and wounded anus. The stinging shock made him writhe and cry out once again as Miss Emily poured a liberal amount of the liquid between his buttocks. Greg's ass felt like it was on fire, and he could not help but pull and buck against the ropes which held him firmly tied to the stool. When the alcohol dried and the pain subsided, he collapsed on the stool, weak from his struggles. Miss Emily untied him and pushed him down to the ground, where he lay motionless, breathing heavily as he recovered from this punishment.

"Up, you lazy dog!!" Miss Emily's clear voice cut through his foggy brain and jerked Greg back to reality. He stood, spreading his legs slightly apart to help sooth his stinging anus. Miss Siobhan, who had her armbinder removed by this time, attached a tight ball harness with leash and led him out of the dark room and into the living room.

"On your knees! Miss Emily wants the carpet cleaned, and you are to do it! Pick every scrap of dust, every fleck of foreign material up from this carpet until it is completely clean. If you don't do a thorough job, you will be punished. Get to it!" Miss Siobhan seemed delighted with Greg's predicament, and kicked him in the ass, pushing him onto his stomach with an "OOOppphhh".

Greg spent the entire afternoon combing through the carpet, inch by inch, square foot by square foot, making sure it was spotless. He had begun to forget he was naked, and didn't think about his job or life outside of Miss Emily's at all. Mostly, he just wanted to please her, and hoped that if he did well she would touch him. He wouldn't even mind being punished, if that is what was required to feel her touch and relish her attention.

The sun was down and the evening was well advanced when Greg finished acting as a human vacuum. His knees hurt and eyes were strained from crawling around the floor, but he felt he had done a good job. He sat up and saw Miss Siobhan staring at him with a look of disgust. He bowed his head and knelt before her.

"Mistress Emily, what shall we do with this pathetic creature tonight? You promised that I could please you tonight, can I cause him pain? I would delight in making him writhe and suffer for you, my mistress." Miss Siobhan was Miss Emily's confirmed submissive, and addressed her as Mistress, something that Greg deeply wished. He was prepared to do anything to be honored in this way.

"Siobhan, I have my own plans tonight." Miss Emily slid up behind the gorgeous woman and wrapped arms around her supple body. Miss Siobhan turned and reciprocated in the embrace, and before long Greg was observing the two women in a deep kiss, with Miss Emily's hands roaming the naked body of Miss Siobhan. His cock became hard almost immediately, straining and longing for a touch to relieve his pent up desire from seeing the two woman fondling and kissing in front of him.

When they finally broke their embrace, Miss Emily came over to Greg and pushed him down on the ground. She took a plastic zip lock and fastened his hands behind his back tightly. She then grabbed him and lifted him to his feet and guided him to her bedroom. He had never seen this sanctuary, and felt excited, nervous and aroused to be there.

Miss Emily led him to the foot of her bed where a strange post had been inserted and bolted to a hole in the floor. It was a very simple (though sturdy) device that puzzled Greg at first. Miss Emily positioned Greg so that the post was immediately in front of his naked legs. She adjusted its height until the top was positioned at his waist.

With a quick click, Greg's ankles were clamped in place at the bottom of the post with small metal cuffs. He was unable to move his legs at all. Next, Miss Emily grabbed Greg's scrotum flesh, pulling hard on it until his testicles were distended painfully. She pulled his sack of balls up and placed them into a small, curved metal bar at the top of the post. A hinged top piece pivoted over on top of his distended flesh sack and clamped down hard, securing him in place with his scrotum and testicles pulled painfully up. He stood on his toes as well as he could to reduce the pressure and pain, but it still hurt and he moaned, crying quietly as the pain began to slowly increase and spread.

"Ah.... I do love malesong... " Miss Emily commented as Greg made quiet moans of pain in his new position. She then turned to Miss Siobhan and removed the few straps and harnesses that remained on that gorgeous body before pushing her down onto the bed playfully. Miss Emily fell on top of Miss Siobhan and the two kissed deeply, their bodies pressing against each other, arms and legs intertwining and hooking, always in motion. Miss Siobhan groped Miss Emily, hands sliding under her clothes and pulling them apart until slowly, Miss Emily's slim, muscular form was revealed.

Greg stood on his toes, watching has the dominatrix he was coming to desire more than anything in the world made out with a woman, just a few feet in front of him. He couldn't move more than an inch, fastened in the testicle pillory as he was. It hurt, his stretched balls throbbing with pain that was slowly spreading across his hips. The pain he felt seemed somehow a symbol of Miss Emily's desire and passion for her female submissive, used to taunt and cause him mental anguish.

Miss Siobhan was servicing Miss Emily with passion, her head buried deep between the domme's legs. She was making muffled moaning noises as she worked and followed Miss Emily's bucking hips. Miss Emily was making her own, somewhat louder moans of pleasure that were building. Greg watched and yearned to be part of the sensual play before him, his cock hard and eager, but his balls remained clamped in the pillory and all he could do is watch the two female bodies give each other pleasure.

The lesbian love making went on for almost two hours, using every position possible. Greg watched as their hips ground against each other, faces were smothered underneath soft female breasts and pussies, hands and fingers explored orifices just before him. Miss Emily climaxed at least three times, and Miss Siobhan twice. Through all of this, Greg was made to simply watch, and suffer as his balls stretched and his penis ached with desire. Tears dried on his face and his legs felt like they were ready to give out from attempting to lift himself on his toes to relieve the pressure on his testicles.

When the two women had finally reached their final climax and fell asleep in each others arms, Greg remained standing at the foot of their bed, watching them snuggle and sleep. He had almost come to accept the pain in his groin, but his legs were giving out and he began to panic. What would happen if he could no longer stand? He might slide, or fall down with his scrotum still locked in this infernal device. The result would not be pretty. He imagined the damage that could occur were he to suddenly find himself hanging with his full weight from his pinioned scrotum.

He waited. He knew he could not wake or interrupt the sleeping women without being punished. He desperately wanted to meet Miss Emily's expectations and gain her approval, but he was losing control. He needed to pee as well. He began sweating from pain and exertion, his skin slick with moisture.

Finally, Miss Siobhan stirred, and Greg took the opportunity to speak.

"Miss? Miss Siobhan? May I be released? I need to pee, and I don't want to have an accident and soil Miss Emily's bed or carpet. Please, Miss?"

Miss Siobhan looked at him with a sleepily annoyed look. She hated him, he could tell. If it was up to her, she would probably let him fall and be suspended by his genitals, and then laugh at his agony. But, she was also Miss Emily's submissive and had to look out for her mistresses interests.

"Mistress Emily? The male filth is speaking. Shall I take care of it?" Miss Siobhan asked in a low tone.

Miss Emily rolled over and looked at Greg. "You foul, disgusting piece of crap. What do you mean interrupting our sleep?"

Greg was crying again, the pain had torn him down to the point he was going to beg. "Please, Miss Emily. The pain is terrible, and I don't think I can stand much longer. If I slip and fall, unable to hold myself up... I may lose bladder control and soil your bedroom."

Miss Emily sighed deeply, and rolled over to the edge of the bed. Standing, Greg could see her full length naked body, impressive in every way. His erection continued to be as hard as a rock. She walked over to him and unlocked the clamp that held his testicles stretched up high. Greg almost collapsed, weary from standing for so long, but his ankles were still secured to the bottom of the pillory. Miss Emily left the room for a moment and then returned with a bucket, which she placed beneath him.

"There. Use it or lose it. You know, you go home tomorrow, and I have not made up my mind about you. I like the way you suffer, but you are just such a fucking wimp." She shook her head in disgust and disappointment that made Greg wince as he squatted and let his urine flow into the bucket.

When he was done, Miss Emily had Miss Siobhan remove the bucket and then she unlocked his ankle restraints. Her touch sent a thrill through his body, and the presence of her naked body so close to his was almost enough to make him climax, such was his desire for her. She attached the leash to his collar and led him from the room and placed him back in his closet, in the dark, his collar chained to the floor with about a foot of chain that prevented much movement.

That night he masturbated repeatedly, thinking of the two women, especially Miss Emily, as they made love. He squeezed his balls to create the same pain he experienced as he had watched them. His sperm spurted onto his stomach and the floor as he dreamed of Miss Emily's touch. He knew he would be unable to hide his activity from Miss Emily tomorrow, but he couldn't help it. His cock had become raw from rubbing and his semen no longer flowed when his final dry orgasm was painfully done and he fell asleep.

The next morning he was awakened by a hard kick with a boot. He yelped and scrambled to the side, jerked to a halt by the short chain that held is neck a foot away from the floor. Looking up he saw Miss Emily standing over him, wearing black jeans, a tight knit gray shirt and heavy boots. The look on her face was unmistakable disgust as she saw his limp, raw penis and the dried semen spread all over his body and the floor.

Without a word, she unchained him and dragged him into the torture room, where she tied his wrists together and then pulled them up on a pulley until he was suspended above the floor. He swung there, hanging from his arms, as she walked in front of him, lifted his reddened cock and then dropped it in disgust. Obtaining a whip that hung from a nail on the wall she began to flog him without any delay.

Each stroke was like a knife slicing into his body. He screamed and wriggled as he hung from the pulley but he was totally exposed to her vicious punishment. Stroke after stroke cut across his body, his back, his front, hips, and even legs. He jerked, screamed, begged, pleaded and apologized. There was no response or letup in the punishment.

When it finally stopped Greg hung with his head down sobbing with pain and humiliation. Miss Emily looked satisfied and left the room for a while. Greg wondered how long she might leave him there and he felt blood trickling down a few places of his back and chest from there the whip had torn his flesh.

She returned after a few minutes and stood before him. Wiping alcohol on his wounds once again made Greg scream, jerking uncontrollably as the dominatrix treated his damaged flesh in the most painful manner. When she was done she stepped in front of Greg and lifted his limp head to face her.

"Do you still wish to be my slave?"

Greg gathered all his willpower and answered. "Yes, please, Miss."

She nodded. "You are not ready. You have promise but not control. I will take you again next weekend, but only if you observe my wishes during this next week."

"Yes, Miss. I shall do as you say."

Miss Emily took out a strong but clear plastic device. She took his limp cock in hand and slid it into the device, clicked it in place and then added another device to it which clicked in place tightly around the base of his scrotum. The final click was a tiny padlock which locked the device in place. The key went around Miss Emily's neck on a chain, hanging between two perfect breasts.

"I have placed you in a chastity device. It will not allow you to have an erection, and covers your penis so that you can not stimulate yourself. You shall wear this for the coming week. In fact, you will wear it until I decide to remove it. Is that clear?"

Greg nodded his head.

"Very well, when I let you down you will go to the front door and put on your clothes. You will leave and resume your normal life. Return here at 6 PM next Friday. Remove all your clothes before you ring the doorbell for admittance. Is this clear?"

Greg nodded his head, "Yes, Miss."

"Very well. During the next week you are not permitted to touch any woman in any way. Any command that any woman gives you is to be obeyed completely and without question. Is this clear?"

Greg nodded his head slowly, wondering what that might lead to.

Miss Emily slapped him, hard. "Answer me!"

"Yes, Miss Emily. I understand and will obey!"

Miss Emily slowly lowered his body and unfastened all his restraints. When he was free, he mumbled "Thank you Miss Emily," and looked at her beautiful face and form before he walked to the front door, found his folded clothes and put them on is sore body, and then left the house. He felt elated that he was to be able to return, frustrated that he was in chastity, and afraid of what the week might bring.

All in all, he had made progress in becoming the official submissive to the most beautiful dominatrix he had ever seen, but he knew he had work to do.

Sperm Producer

The rolling waves of stimulation in my hardened cock began yet again. My mind put itself on hold as I concentrated on the physical pleasures that were suddenly flooding my groin. A warmth and urge to thrust overcame me as it always did, and I went with it, pushing my hips and straining as my muscles convulsed.

I grunted, my sounds echoing those of another man undergoing similar sensations a few tables down from me. I barely heard him, I just felt the semen gathering, the sperm joining and pressing, crying to be released. I shook, convulsing, letting my muscles contract involuntarily as they sucked the seminal fluid through the vas deferens and finally with a loud cry, I spurted a huge load of cum out of my rock hard cock and into the small bottle dangling just below it.

The humiliation of being forced to orgasm and spew my seed into a jar in a room full of other men doing exactly the same thing had long since disappeared. My days were simple. Strapped down to the inclined metal table, wires strapped to my cock and balls, a probe carrying current into my anus next to my prostate, I lay there waiting as the minutes and hours ticked by.  My cock and balls extended through a hole in the table, exposed to those that might walk down the aisle before me. Once every couple of hours the automatic stimulation began, carrying a surging, pulsing current of electricity through my genitalia, forcing me to climax and deposit more sperm into the cooled container below me.

It was agony. Long hours of boredom with a very few minutes of sexual ecstasy over which I had no control. I wasn't allowed to touch my cock or be in any way part of my own pleasuring; it was all controlled remotely and automatically to generate the maximum amount of sperm output.  Thus, my wrists were more or less permanently locked behind my back with some thin but very strong metal manacles. Talking was forbidden and those that attempted it had their heads locked in a sort of metal cage which included a metal strap that ran over the front of their mouth. Inside the strap was a metal tongue which protruded into the disobedient man's mouth, pressing into and down his throat, causing a constant gag reflex. Attempts to talk wearing this device inevitably caused vomiting.

We didn't talk.

As I lay in place, waiting for the next orgasm, one of the attendant women walked down the aisle slowly, checking on the sperm producers. The women were always cute, gorgeous and young in a girl next door way. My favorite was Cecile, the woman that had been in training when I arrived and was primarily responsible for me and several others. She wasn't more than 21, had beautiful dark hair and a few freckles. When she walked by her perfect body drew the attention of all the men, including me. If I hadn't been strapped down securely, I would have tried to reach her.

I hated being a sperm producer. The sterile, electrically induced orgasms weren't real to me. I needed Cecile under me, legs gripping my thighs, pumping inside her as she gasped. I needed to deposit my seed inside of her, rather than the little refrigerated bottle below me.

It had been almost two years since I had been transferred from the prison to the sperm production facility. They had given me some sort of drug, or combination of drugs. My erection was almost constant now, even at night when I was allowed to rest in a tiny private room. My testicles had enlarged to twice their size, and produced sperm constantly, whether I orgasmed and cleared them or not. In the morning when they came to guide us to the milking tables, my testicles always ached badly, filled with sperm that needed to come out. After a day of ejaculating, my balls didn't ache but the rest of my muscles down there did.

Today was no different. Cecile walked by slowly, stopped and checked the wires on my cock. Her fingers fondled me as she did and I moaned. I could swear she did that on purpose, just to torture me. The probe in my anus had come loose and she pushed it further in, making me grunt in pain. Then she looked at me for a moment, her beautiful face close to mine, before turning and walking out.

The stimulation cycles were coming faster these days. It didn't even seem like more than an hour before they began again, the muscles in my whole body tensing as if to help those between my legs do their job as the pleasure swept over me, the pulsing shocks designed to get the maximum amount of muscle contraction going to squeeze the sperm out. I grunted and then cried out as I ejaculated another huge load out and down into the container below.

A few minutes later it was the end of the day and the other males were unstrapped one by one and taken to their rooms. I figured they put us in separate rooms because the drugs they gave us made us so constantly horny and erect that we would just end up fucking each other all night, no choice. That would be a bad thing. Sperm was precious, there were only so many good sperm producing men left, and none of it was to be wasted.

Cecile came to unstrap me last of all, put the handling pole onto my collar (a 3 foot pole that allowed the girls that kept us to handle us without getting close), and pushed me to my cell.  The cell was tiny with just enough room for a bed, a toilet and a sink. Once inside, she released the handling pole and closed the door. It had no handle on the inside. No lock was necessary.

Food was provided a little while later through the slot in the door. I ate without the help of my hands, something I had learned to do the first few days I was incarcerated at the Sperm Product Facility in Tempe, Arizona.  It had been at least six months since the last time my hands had been free, and that was only for a few minutes.

I managed to do some exercises. Most of the other sperm producers didn't bother, they let their bodies go and were flabby; my body was still tight and muscular, and I was convinced this helped keep me sane. Several of the others spent a lot of time on the tables humming, drooling, sobbing, groaning, and maybe even chewing on their own flesh.  Insanity was easy here.

As I lay on my bed in the sterile white room I heard an unexpected noise. The door handle turned and the door swung open. I quickly sat up. In the door frame I saw Cecile, the lovely, cute, sexy Cecile. It was very unusual to see any of the keepers late in the evening like this and I stared at her wonderingly. She in turn stood motionless and stared at me, biting her lip as if thinking intensely about something she was still considering but had not decided yet.

With a sudden motion, she entered my tiny room and closed the door most of the way. She placed a small chunk of wood on the floor to keep the door from shutting and then turned to face me. She reached behind her back and unzipped the white and lime green uniform dress she wore every day. As the cloth slid off her shoulders I gasped at the smoothness of her flesh, the curves of her breasts, and then as the dress fell to the floor around her feet, I saw her flat stomach giving way to the triangular patch between her legs. Perhaps it was my unique situation, but I truly believe she was the most beautiful, sexy woman I had ever seen.

She removed her bra, throwing it to the ground, exposing perfect breasts with hard, dark nipples. I rose and stood as she slid her panties down, exposing her sex to me fully; I observed the pronounced mound (shaved) and lips that protruded slightly from between her thighs. I looked in her eyes and saw the fear mixed with desire there, and observed how her breasts rose and fell with her rapid, accelerated breathing.

My erection was the hardest it had ever been, straining toward her of it's own accord. My wrists were still bound behind me but I moved forward and swiftly pushed her body against the wall behind her. As my body pressed against hers my hardened cock found its way between her legs and then pressed into her soft flesh. She was soaking wet, and it was easy to slid in. My lips met hers and she sighed as our tongues met; one leg lifted and wrapped around my ass as her arms wrapped around my shoulders. She held me, drawing me in until her naked breasts pressed against my chest.

My cock slid up into her as she raised her right leg up. I pushed hard, pressing deep within her, feeling the touch of a woman for the first time in over two years. My body pinned hers to the wall, and as I began thrusting her other leg rose and wrapped around my hips, allowing the deepest penetration.

There we fucked, hard and fast. The feeling of her wet flesh wrapped around my hardened erection made me lose all control and I simply pushed in and out as hard as I could. My huge, enlarged balls slapped against her as they swung back and forth, and within moments I felt the swelling surge of fluids building and getting ready for a massive ejaculation.

With her head flung back, eyes open and staring at the ceiling, she cried out as she reached climax just moments before I let my huge load spurt inside of her. I thrust deep, hard, impaled Cecile against the wall as I ejaculated once, twice, three times, four times, and kept going. My body produced huge amounts of semen and sperm and it all flooded her inside at that one moment. She rode me like a horse, bouncing up and down as I pushed and came.

Eventually, it was over. It was without a doubt the best fuck I had ever had, and perhaps ever will have. We slid down to the floor, exhausted, covered with shining sweat from our sudden and intense intercourse.

When she had recovered for a moment, she stood and put her clothing back on. I would have done it again, and tried to rise to indicate that I was ready and able, but she pushed me back to the floor with one foot and held me there. She zipped her dress back up and then leaned over and spoke to me.

"If you ever, ever talk of this, I will have you castrated."

I got the message and closed my mouth.

She turned and left, closing the door behind her.

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Over the next two weeks, the same thing happened twice more. After a day of boredom interspersed with violent orgasms which forced sperm to spurt into the cold container below my dangling cock and balls, I was returned to my cramped cell. Late at night, Cecile returned to take my cock and ride it for her own pleasure.

Until one night the door opened and Cecile entered with another woman. The new woman was tall, about 31 or 32 years old with short dark hair, long muscular legs and perfect breasts. The woman seemed unsure of herself, and a little shocked when she saw me laying on the bed with my swollen testicles and constantly hard cock sticking up.

"It's OK, Liza, he is tied up permanently and can't free himself," Cecile said. "He is also one of the best specimens we have. Top quality sperm, guaranteed. And I must say... his cock is large and hard enough to give you quite an experience."

Liza moved toward me and I followed her as she walked. She had a slow, catlike movement that was sensual without being overtly sexy. She pulled her black dress up, revealing strong thighs ascending to a smoothly shaved pussy which glistened with moisture. My cock began throbbing, bouncing back and forth in anticipation.

"I know this is your first time," Cecile said to Liza as she guided her. "This is a rare opportunity, to be able to fuck a real, uncastrated male. Here, straddle him here."

Cecile helped Liza get positioned over my cock as her legs split and knelt on either side of my hips.

"Take your pussy lips and spread them just a bit, then lower yourself," Cecile said. Liza spread her flesh apart and then lowered herself until I felt the head of my cock touch her pussy. I moaned and pushed upward, trying to get inside, but Liza reacted and lifted herself off.

"Don't worry, Liza, it's natural for him to react. He is pumped so full of hormones that getting inside you and feeling your pleasure is all he can think about. His purpose in life is to produce sperm, and you are lucky enough to have the money to get him! Now go for it, enjoy it!"

Liza slid back down on my cock and moaned from the sensation as I sank deep inside her. I thrust upward, and she began to press down, and then up, riding my cock. I moaned and writhed on the bed, this sexy brunette sliding up and down on my penis, drawing the sperm from me, stimulating me, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

I cried out, moaning, crying, almost screaming with pleasure as my muscles contracted and my cock spasmed deep inside her vagina. I felt myself coming, spurting sperm into her, the ejaculations happening over and over. Fucking a real woman was so much better than the horrible, sterile electric orgasms I had 10 or 12 times a day in the sperm collection room. The soft, wet flesh surrounded my cock and took me into a different world and my whole body was consumed with the orgasmic pleasure.

When I had completely emptied my balls into her, she slowly slid off my cock, leaving it with a glistening sheen. My erection had softened (it never completely went away any more). A slight dribble of sperm was seeping out between her pussy lips as she stood.

"Oh, my dear. Liza, don't lose that sperm! It is valuable, don't waste the money you paid for it! Here, lie down for a bit." Cecile pushed me off the bed and I fell to the floor with a thud. Liza lay down with her legs in the air.  From this, I understood that Cecile was taking money under the table from women that wanted to experience real sex, and get pregnant the old fashioned way rather than with artificial insemination from a sperm farm, which had become the standard.

From that night on, there was a string of women that were brought to my room late at night, each fucking me until I filled them with my sperm, then leaving me to dream and hump my cot in frustration and never ending desire.

Cecile no longer fucked me, and I soon understood why. She entered my cell one day and I could clearly see her slightly protruding stomach. I looked at it, and she looked at me, and nodded her head. "Yes, slave, you have done your job. Is it interesting to you to see how your sperm is being used? You have many, many children far and wide. This one will be more real to you because you can see it growing inside me, but there are thousands of others like it."

I looked at her with amazement, for this was the first time it had ever hit home that my sperm was being used to impregnate thousands of women. Without thinking about it, I began to speak, "Then... you are pregnant with my child..."

I never finished my sentence. Pain burst in my face as Cecile slapped it, hard, harder than I imagined possible. I fell to the floor and felt her kick my stomach. I curled up, trying to protect myself with my knees. Cecile pulled out the small cattle prod all the keepers had and shoved it between my legs and into my distended testicles. The shock was horrible and I screamed as the pain shattered my testicles. She shoved the prod between my legs, forcing them apart again and the electrical torture ripped into my balls again, the pain covering my entire lower body.

Sobbing, I lay curled on the floor, arms still tied behind my back. Cecile had left and when she returned she brought the matron with me. "There. It's the third time he has tried to speak."

The matron had a metal cage which she slipped over my head, and with a hard motion jammed the metal protrusion into my mouth. I gagged on the iron tongue which filled my mouth.

The matron stood and shook her head. "It seems to be like this. He was one of the top producers once. But recently... he just hasn't had as much in him. And now this. It might be time for castration and expulsion."

Cecile turned and just before she closed the door, gave me a look that clearly said "I warned you..."