Punishment That Fits The Crime

He didn’t mind being held for a little while, in this bland gray cell with its bed and toilet, but he had been there for two weeks following the trial. The only contact was with the female guards, who fed him, brought him an occasional book to read, and took him for a shower once a week. They teased him then, stripping him and playing with his body. He didn’t like that, the bitches were like the others, thinking they were better than he.

For millennium women had a place, their natural place in nature, he felt. But in the early 21st century, the females had slowly gained more and more power until they now ran the country; all important or high paying jobs were filled with women, all lawmakers and police were women, and men were relegated to physical labor and serving women in the home. Technically, they had equal rights. But of course… some rights are more equal than others.

So he had begun to take down a few of these girls, putting them in their place. He found them in a dark alley, or behind a store, or where ever a pretty girl seemed to be alone. He was good looking, and well built. He played the submissive role well, drawing them in, until the right time.

Then he raped them.  Forced them down, pushed and shoved and erupted inside of them, leaving his seed inside their bodies, violating them.  For that small moment, justice was served and they had been put in their natural place.

Until he was caught. A silly girl, a young one, had been able to scream for help, and the police had caught him before he was finished.  What an abomination, hauled away in wrist and ankle cuffs by two girls younger than he was.

The trial was quick. Perfunctory. Rapid and with little fuss. He was convicted and sentenced in a matter of 20 minutes. His lawyer (a woman) had not even explained his punishment to him. He still wondered how long he would be locked up in this gray, empty hole.

This time when the guards came, it was a little different. For one thing, there were three of them. The additional one was a tall silky haired brunette, 6 feet tall if she was an inch. Shapely, with good boobs and a nice ass and a really cute face that made her look younger than she probably was. Under the guard’s coveralls he imagined a muscular body, thin and well toned. The kind he liked, the kind that gave him special pleasure by defiling with his body fluids.

“Get up, remove your clothes,” the lead guard barked at him. What was this? She was perhaps the cutest guard he had ever confronted, but she also had that mean glint in her eye. Her delicate hand rested on a nightstick, long fingers curled around its handle, at the ready.

“Why? It isn’t time – uugghh” he grunted when the nightstick slid out from her belt and plowed into his stomach. He bent over, clutching his stomach as the nausea rolled over him.

“Remove your clothes or we will cut them off,” the brunette said quietly.

As soon as he got control, he complied. Unzipping the front of his orange unisex prisoner jumper, he climbed out of it, removing his jailhouse slippers as he did. The lead guard smirked a little as he reached down to pull his underwear over his legs, exposing his male genitals.

It was OK, he thought. They could gawk and wish they had him. He knew he was big, his cock larger than most, hanging well over his balls, swinging heavily as he stood. The brunette moved her nightstick slowly over to his naked body and let the end of it slide up the inside of his thigh until it came in contact with his balls, lifting them slightly. He shuddered with a sudden feeling of vulnerability.  She then pushed his cock to the left, and then the right, as if appraising him.

He started to become erect. The bitch guard was so fucking sweet, he started dreaming what it would be like to slide her out of her outfit and start exploring what was underneath…  until with a soft but painful rap on his balls, she said “OK, let’s go. It’s time.”

Time for what? He thought as they exited his cell and strode down the corridor. Two of the guards walked on either side of him, holding his upper arms to guide him. He knew better than to struggle or run, they were inside several layers of electronically controlled doors which would be impossible to get past. He walked along, feeling the brunette’s presence behind him, his cock still somewhat erect just thinking of her.

They stopped in front of a solid door with no window, but with a heavy lock. With a buzz and a loud clack it opened, and he was taken inside.  A perfectly square, gray room presented itself, barren except for a few basic items.  A small table stood in the middle of the room, containing a couple of items he didn’t recognize. To the side was a flat stretcher, not unlike the backboards paramedics used to immobilize back injury patients (lots of straps on the thing). This stretcher seemed to be bolted to the wall in an upright or standing position. The other wall held a large mirror of the type that made it obvious there were people on the other side, watching him.

“Hey. What’s going on? Does my lawyer – ” his protests didn’t get far, the brunette bitch swung her nightstick hard against the back of his knees, causing him to drop and moan in pain.

“Anthony Pelligro, having been convicted and sentenced by the high court of justice in the southwest district, I hereby carry out said assigned punishment.  Restrain him,” this last she spoke to the other guards, who lifted him up and began strapping him to the hard wooden stretcher. Leather wrapped around his upper arms, wrists and elbows, across his chest, over his hips and each of his thighs, then ankles… and finally his neck. The straps seemed endless, and when they were finished, he was standing upright but unable to move.

“Do you wish a gag or blindfold?”

“No! What are you doing to me? What is this? What is this punishment?” He was angry now, secured as he was, unable to move, his naked body observed by the women guards as well as whomever was on the other side of the mirror in front of him. He could see himself in the mirror, his strong body and large manhood clearly visible. It didn’t give him as much comfort or pride as it once did, strapped on display like this.

The three guards stood back and observed him writhe in his bonds for a moment, and then left the room. He was alone, though he knew someone was watching him through the one-way mirror. He waited, occasionally shifting slightly, trying to get more comfortable. The room grew quiet, silent except for the sound of his steady breathing.

With a loud clack, the door unlocked and opened, and someone entered. Another girl entered, this one a medium sized pretty girl with sandy blond hair, freckles and cute blue eyes. She was not dressed as a guard, but wore a short skirt that exposed long, muscular, smooth legs, and a loose top that buttoned up the front.  The top was unbuttoned, revealing cleavage from smallish but well formed breasts. The overall effect was that of a very cute college student.

The blond smiled at him and approached, stopping by the table. She must not be more than 20 years old, he thought as he scowled at her, hating that he was naked and vulnerable to the whims of the young girl. She was fiddling with something at the table.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” she said in a soft, pleasant voice. For the first time, he felt a chill of fear run through his body as she stepped over to him.

She stood on her toes for a moment, and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He smelled a tiny whiff of perfume and her soft hair brushed his naked shoulder. He found himself thinking about what it would be like to take this girl, be inside her, on top of her, feeling her struggle and gasp below him as he plunged into her and ejaculated his sperm deep into her womb.

He felt her take hold of his cock, which had begun to grow erect at the closeness of her body. One of her hands unbuttoned her top, opening to reveal her naked breasts. The other pulled his cock, encouraging it to grow in her soft hands.

The whole experience was eerie, surreal. He was bound and motionless, being observed by unknown persons through a one way mirror while a beautiful young girl stroked him to an erection, stimulating him expertly. It became even more weird when he felt lube or oil being applied to his cock, making her stimulation of him even more effective.

She was giving him a hand job.

Was this his punishment? He wanted to resist, he hated the idea of being forced to erection by this woman, of having his sperm forced from his body without his taking her. She was taking him, sucking the juices from him. His moans of pleasure were half moans of frustration, as he resisted her expert stimulation. His body was responding to her against his will. And she was good… really good… he could already feel his sperm moving through the channels between his legs, preparing itself, gathering for climax and ejaculation from his body into her hands.

She rubbed his slippery cock against her breasts, the underside of his cock head sliding over her nipple. He almost came right then, but he was still resisting. She continued the hand job, smiling up at him, encouraging him. When he could stand it no longer, the sperm deep down gathered pressure, his muscles contracted, and he began pushing, thrusting, the climax building… he was imagining the force of his orgasm spewing his fluid over her face and breasts…

With a hard, cruel force, she grasped his balls firmly in one hand, and in a single practiced motion squeezed them hard and pulled them down, away from his body. Pain shot through his balls and into his hips, and he yelped loudly. With her other hand she pressed hard, pushing and compressing the base of his cock, preventing any ejaculation.

Between the pain in his balls and the pressure squeezing his cock, his orgasm was ruined. He cried out in pain and frustration, a long, loud, bellow. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuccckkk….” he cried out.

The cute blond giggled and released his genitals. She went over to the table, and obtained something else, something long, thin and shiny.  He was writhing against his restraints, angry, aroused, and swearing. But he was aware enough to look carefully at what she brought over to him.

It was a simple thin glass rod, or probe. Smiling, she brought her pretty face to his again, and kissed him on the cheek. Taking his cock in her hand once more she stroked it lovingly, bringing it back to its full engorgement.  He moaned, feeling his arousal return, knowing that he could and would come to climax quickly if she allowed it. His cock was still quite slippery from the lube, and he felt her rub the glass rod over his cock, getting it slippery as it did.

His cock was hard, really hard. Stone hard, straining to reach orgasm as she fingered the glans. At his cock’s maximum distention, she took the glass rod and positioned it against the hole at the end, pressing it slowly in. It slid in easily, and stimulated him in a most unnatural way. Her continued delicate stimulation kept him hard as a rock as the glass slid in, until it was inserted to the full length of his cock.

When it was in all the way, the cute girl smiled once again, and repositioned her fingers. Both hands, index finger and thumb squeezing his cock; next to each other.  With a slight but firm force, her fingers bent his cock slightly, breaking off the exposed end of the glass probe. The external part she removed, the rest remained inside his cock.

It hurt; he yelled. The ragged end of the glass tube, stuck deep inside his cock, had poked and penetrated the flesh of his urethra. His cock began to lose its turgid erection, and the slight contraction pressed the urethra against the glass rod even more, causing more pain.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck what have you done to me bitch!?” he cried out in pain. Rapidly, she swung one hand back and then slapped him with a surprising force that almost knocked him unconscious.

She then took his still-hard cock, positioned her fingers a little lower down, and bent the flesh once more. The glass probe broke again, and he screamed this time from the pain.

Over and over again, she felt for pieces of the glass rod that were still long enough to break inside his cock. She then took it firmly, squeezed hard, bent the flesh and cracked it in two. When she was done, the glass rod stuck in his cock was in shattered pieces, sharp points and glass shards embedding in his urethral walls, causing him to cry, curse and scream in pain.

His erection was long gone. The remains of the glass probe kept his cock somewhat distended, though it was no longer engorged with blood. A few small drops of blood had oozed from the opening at the end. His shrinking cock had caused more pain, as the flesh shifted and moved against the glass shards inside.

The cruel girl smiled when she completed her work, slapped him once more, hard, and then kissed him goodbye. As she left the room, the guards re-entered and immediately unstrapped his sweaty and pain wracked body. He fell to the ground, curled up in a fetal position, trying to protect what was left of his genitals.

He was dragged back to his cell, sobbing all the way. The pain in his cock was terrible, and felt like it was invading his hips and stomach. When thrown onto his cell floor, he once again curled up, trying to protect what was already damaged beyond recovery.

The tall brunette stood in the doorway, looked down at him, and spoke when he was calm enough to listen.

“Your penis, the tool by which you attacked innocent women, has been irretrievably damaged. The glass inside has torn the flesh, which is becoming infected even as we speak. With both the smashed glass and the swelling from infection blocking your urinary tract, you will not be able to urinate.  This will cause increasing pain over the next two days, and a bladder and kidney infection will set in. This can not be reversed.”

She leaned down, her long, silky brown hair brushing his face and the tears that flowed across his face.

“Listen to me carefully. You now have two options.  You can wait to die from very painful secondary infections of your internal organs. This will take about four or five days. During this time your agony will increase until you pray for death to take you.”

With one hand, she reached down and squeezed his cock, bringing a renewed set of screams. When he quieted, she continued.

“Your other option is simple. Cut off your penis. Stop the bleeding, heal, and you will be able urinate, and maybe even live a normal life. You can work, date, live and love… well… maybe not love. But you can still be a good member of society.  One without a penis of course, unable to rape any more women.”

She took a small knife with a blade about one inch long and placed it on the floor next to his head. “Here is the instrument you can use. It is up to you. We will check on you periodically, and when you choose to remove your cock,” here she made a face of disgust, “we will help you heal.”

The door clanged shut behind her. He lay on the floor, curled up and feeling the sharp pains inside. If he didn't move, it didn't feel too bad. It hurt, and there was some minor bleeding, but he could take it. When he moved, the glass shards poked and penetrated deeper into his flesh, and he cried out with the agony.

Two hours later, the pain in his bladder was as bad as the pain in his cock. He had tried to pee, to release the urine that bloated his belly, but it refused to pass. The glass and swollen flesh prevented it. He rocked on the edge of his bed, wondering if he would have the courage to actually cut off his member. He wondered how much pain it would take for him to do it.

Kidney pain is back pain, he knew this. It hit him the next morning. The pain in his cock was no longer terrible. It simply throbbed and ached. However, he had not urinated in about 20 hours, and the pain in his bladder was excruciating. When the agony extended to his lower back, along with waves of nausea, he knew he had to do something.  The knife lay on the floor, untouched, speaking to him. He stared at it, unable to face what he knew he had to do.

Later that day, the guards checked on him. “Well, well,” said the tall brunette that had supervised his punishment. “He figured out the third option.”

She looked down on his still form laying on the floor of his cell, a large pool of blood already congealing around the open wound in his neck. The bloody knife lay on the floor next to his limp hand. His eyes stared lifelessly at nothing.

Janice's Revenge

The goth girl sat in the coffee shop playing with her ipad, using the free wifi. In the corner of her eye she was watching a couple of guys watching her; she was wearing a tight fitting black knit top that showed her figure, black mid-thigh leather skirt and mesh stockings. Her booted feet were up on the coffee table, giving a nice view of her thighs and a hint of what might be higher.

Jenn enjoyed taunting men. She was lesbian and had no interest in men except to make them squirm and play with their emotions and occasionally their bodies.

Bored, she finished her coffee, dumped the cup in the trash on the way out and headed toward her car. Just as she was fishing for her keys, two clean cut young men approached her and flashed badges.

"Jenna Sykes?" One of the men stated her name officiously.

Jenn paled as the man flashed a badge. She nodded.

"Hands on the hood, palms down." She was guided to the front of her car and forced to bend over it.

"What the fuck is this. You got probable cause? Why are you hassling me?" Jenn was scared and hoped they weren't going to search her car.  Instead they dumped her purse out, sorted through it, and then cuffed her hands behind her back.

"Come with us. We will discuss it at the station."

The drive in the back of the late model plain sedan bothered Jenn. There was something off about this. She had been arrested several times before, and it had never gone quite like this. She wasn't sure whether to be really worried or really suspicious. The cuffs were tight, too, and pressed on the small of her back as they rode along.

"Hey, guys. Tell me whats' going on, and what station we going to? This isn't any place nearby, what is going on, huh?" Jenn was finally figuring out that they were going out of town. And the car she was riding in was too new and nice to be a cop car. She began to have a sinking feeling.

"Just hang on, it will all be explained when we get there." The driver of the car said shortly, and turned down an empty road with sparse trees that wound between hills covered with dry grass. They weren't going to any cop station, that was for sure.

"Read me my rights and arrest me or let me go now!" Jenn snapped.

The car pulled onto a dirt road and stopped next to a beat up Ford. Leaning against the driver's door stood a tall, shapely girl of about 28 with shoulder length brown hair.

Jenn felt all the blood drain out of her head and almost fainted. It was Janice, the tall, overly sensual lesbian in which Jenn was trapped in a hate-hate relationship of desire, lust, and sadism. Jenn had kidnapped and sexually tortured and humiliated Janice more than once, and had so far been protected from retaliation by the fact Janice didn't know where she lived. Obviously, she had been found and Jenn was in for some rough treatment. If it was anything like what she had done to Janice, Jenn was scared.

"Janice, you bitch. What did you do, hire some private detectives to find me or something?" Jenn spat out as the two false cops dragged her out of the car and presented her to the rival lesbian.

"Jenn, Jenn, you shouldn't talk that way. Considering you are mine now." Janice placed one hand on Jenn's face gently in a parody of intimacy and kindness, then grabbed Jenn's long black hair, jerking her head back. She leaned in and kissed Jenn hard and long in an aggressive pseudo-rape of her face.

Janice turned to the two guys. "Take off her clothes," she ordered.

The two guys laughed and began disrobing the sexy goth girl, enjoying the slow revelation of her white flesh. Jenn fought against them, but one of the guys held her tightly while the other unzipped and slid her skirt off. When Jenn tried biting, Janice moved in with a ball gag which slipped easily into Jenn's mouth and filled it.

A belt strapped Jenn's elbows behind her back painfully so that both her wrists and elbows were secured tightly, shoulders pulled back. The three kidnappers began to wriggle the remains of her clothes off. What clothes couldn't come off because of the restraints, Janice cut off with a large pair of shears. Jenn cried out when they cut off her top, "mmpphpmmm mpshjhhpph!!!" It was an expensive top and they had just shredded it. Her bra straps were cut easily, and her firm breasts suddenly popped out, free and swaying as she struggled.

Last to go was her panties. She tried to get up and run, but was pushed back onto the ground as the two men grabbed her ankles and forced her legs apart. They took a leg spreader and attached one end to each of her ankles.  When they were done she was sitting, a little bruised from the struggle, with her legs forced wide apart, arms tightly pinioned behind her, forcing her breasts out, and her back against a tree.

"Thanks guys. I can take it from here." Janice nodded to her two conspirators.

"Awww, come on, Jan. You need our help. We wanna help. Can't we watch?" One of the guys whined, looking at Jenn's naked body as she shook with anger and fear.

"No. I told you, this is between Jenn and me. Thanks for helping. I might let you see the videos, later."

The two men sulked off, getting in their car and leaving a cloud of dust behind them that made Jenn cough into her gag. She looked over at Janice, who was surveying her naked and helpless victim with a look of smug satisfaction.

"Well, Jenn, I guess it is time to begin. I am going to enjoy this, in more ways than one." Janice sauntered over to Jenn, grabbed her hair and pulled her down flat to the ground. She then undid her jeans, pulling them down and off her legs. She straddled Jenn's head, lowering herself onto the ball-gagged face of the pretty goth girl. Janice was wet, thoroughly aroused by her power over the other lesbian and her willingness to exploit it. She sank her bare pussy down onto Jenn's face, pressing slowly harder down and then beginning a slow rubbing motion, back and forth.

Jenn found herself overwhelmed with Janice's crotch pressing down on her face. Janice pressed down hard enough it became impossible for Jenn to breathe, and she began struggling. Janice simply squeezed her legs tighter together and pressed down harder, rubbing her wet flesh over Jenn's ball gagged lips, nose, chin. Every once in a while she slid a little farther than would cover Jenn's face completely and she gasped in a quick breath of air before being suffocated by female flesh once again.

Janice's hips rocked back and forth faster and faster as her arousal increased. Jenn's struggles below her simply increased her arousal and brought her quickly to a warm climax. "Make me cum Jenn... make me cum. That's it. Make me cum... oh..."

She grunted and panted as the wonderful feeling of release flooded her body. Beneath her, Jenn's stomach and chest were heaving in a futile attempt to suck in some air. It felt wonderful to the lesbian on top that her orgasm was coming at the expensive of Jenn's agony.

When the larger lesbian finally rolled off the goth girl pinned beneath her, Jenn gasped air in through her nostrils as hard as she could. Her entire body was crying out for oxygen, and the humiliation at being used by her rival in this way was mortifying. She cried out threats and pleas, but the ball gag obscured most of what she tried to say. Janice just sat and watched her recover, pulling her jeans back on and putting on some heavy work boots.

"Time to get ready for the next stage of our little playtime," Janice talked with Jenn as she took out a rope from her trunk. She straddled Jenn's naked body and sat down on her hips. She then took the pliant rope and started wrapping it around Jenn's right breast. Each circle of rope she placed around the soft breast tissue was pulled tight, causing Jenn's breast to stand out like a purple balloon.

Jenn cried out in pain as the rope cut off blood flow and stretched flesh around her breast. Janice ignored this and started wrapping the rope around Jenn's left breast, causing the same balloon-like distension and bulbous purple appearance. She finished off by making a knot between the two bound boobs so the trailing rope extended from the center of Jenn's chest.

Janice pulled a small backpack out of her trunk and opened it next to where Jenn lay on the ground. "This is the special surprise I have for you. Something really nice I think you will enjoy a lot." From inside the backpack Janice produced a set of wires, a leather harness, and a small black box. The box looked like an electronic device, and Janice attached several wires to it. The other end of the wires were then screwed firmly into one end of a large metal dildo.

It was a TENS unit, or something similar. Electric shock torture. Jenn saw what was happening and began to struggle against her restraints once again, helplessly. Janice smiled and seemed to really enjoy taking the metal dildo and placing it at the entrance to Jenn's vagina; with no lubricant applied, Janice shoved the smooth metal device up inside Jenn's vaginal canal. Jenn squealed in pain as the device rammed home.

A second metal device was produced, but this looked a lot more like a plug. Wires were attached to it. When it was ready, Janice took hold of the leg spreader and forced Jenn's legs up high and back toward her shoulders. This exposed Jenn's lovely cunt and asshole, and moments later the butt plug was shoved deep inside her.

Jenn began to cry, both in fear and anger, as well as humiliation. She was helpless against the bitch, and now both her holes were filled, stretching her flesh wide and painfully. She tried pushing them out, tensing her muscles, but couldn't. Taking no chances, Janice grabbed the leather harness she had removed from the backpack earlier, and put it around Jenn's waist. A final strap went down and over Jenn's crotch, finally coming back up the back, spreading her butt cheeks wide apart, before buckling into the waist strap. There was no way the electrical torture devices would come out now.

The electrical control box was strapped to the front of the waist strap where Jenn could not reach it.

Janice stood before Jenn and grabbed the rope that was firmly fixed to Jenn's purple balloons of breasts. "Now, Jenn. We are going to take a little walk. I am going to unfasten your leg spreader. When I do, we will start walking down this dirt road, and you will follow me. Got it?"

Jenn nodded sullenly. Janice unbuckled one ankle from the spreader, and then the other. As soon as she was free, Jenn struggled to her feet and began running away as fast as she could. Unfortunately, Janice had a solid hold on the rope attached to her breasts and when Jenn reached the end of this rope she felt a sudden, agonizing jerk on her breasts that twisted her around violently and knocked her back down into the dirt. She lay there for a moment, recovering.

"You see, Jenn. Running away from this will just prolong and increase your pain. Now. get up, and follow me. Or, if you prefer, I will tie you to the back of my car and drag you behind it," Janice looked like she almost hoped Jenn would opt for being dragged. But she didn't, she slowly rose to her knees and then stood.

They walked down the rough dirt road about a half mile until they came to an old railroad bridge spanning a shallow ravine. Jenn lagged behind several times, trying to pick her way over the rough, rocky road without hurting her bare feet. Janice took the opportunity to jerk the rope, urging Jenn on by yanking on her breasts. When they reached the bridge Janice positioned Jenn underneath some of the lattice work of the metal bridge supports and threw the rope over a beam above her. Pulling on the rope, Jenn found herself pulled up onto her toes to relieve the pressure on her poor, abused breasts.

"Don't worry dear," Janice said in an almost loving tone to the tormented girl as she stood on tiptoe. "I am not going to hang you by your boobs, though I have thought about it. I have something better in mind."

Several more ropes were pulled from the backpack, which looked nearly empty now. Janice slipped one of these ropes around Jenn's bound arms, behind her back. The other two ropes went around Jenn's ankles, and were loosely attached to the metal bridge supports, with plenty of slack. One she was secured in the manner, Janice pulled on the rope around Jenn's arms. Slowly, Jenn's arms lifted behind her back, higher and higher until her elbows began to point up. Jenn leaned forward to relieve the pressure and pain from the strappado position, but as the rope was pulled further up it was no use. Eventually her feet left the ground, and as she was pulled higher the ropes around her ankles stretched her legs further and further apart.

Jenn tried to scream, but found it was painful. The strappado had an iron grip on her chest and breathing deeply hurt. All the came out was a sort of whimpering, muffled by the ball gag in her mouth.

When Jenn reached the height where her legs were pulled tightly apart, Janice stopped pulling on the strappado rope. She reached up to Jenn's suspended body and untied the breast ropes. Stepping back across the train tracks to observe her handiwork, Janice simply stood and felt the pleasure of Jenn's pain as she hung suspended before her. It felt good to see her in agony.

"Well, I guess we are just about ready for the next step," Janice said conversationally to Jenn. "You see, the TENS unit you are connected to is sound activated. I am going to turn it on now, so don't make a whole lot of noise, OK?"

Janice stepped over to the suspended, naked girl and reached over to the electrical control unit. She flipped it on, and two green lights came on. She then stepped back across the bridge and said "Let's test it, shall we?"

Clap, clap! Janice clapped her hands twice. The sound wasn't very loud, but it was enough to trigger brief impulses to the vaginal and anal probes inside Jenn's body. Jenn felt the sudden burning shocks and yelped in surprise. The yelp set off the unit which shocked her again, longer this time, and Jenn screamed.

The scream set off the electric shocks for several seconds, and Jenn screamed again, writhing as best she could against the bonds as each sound she made rippled back and became painful, burning shocks inside her body. Janice watched and laughed in delight as she watched the vicious cycle. Jenn seemed to be dancing on the bridge, her muscles jerking her this way and that as the device reacted to each noise of pain she made, delivering more shocks.

Finally, Jenn managed to stifle her cries and the shocks stopped. When she was calmed herself, she looked around and saw that Janice was gone, nowhere to be seen. Two HD cameras were set up to record her struggled, but otherwise she was alone.

Making the mistake of yelling for Janice not to leave her there alone from behind her ball gag, the noise set off another series of shocks, which Jenn was able to control faster this time. Her vagina and rectum felt sore and tingly as she hung from the bridge, wondering how long she would be left there.

It wasn't long. In 15 minutes or so, Jenn heard something in the distance that at once encouraged her and then filled her with dread. A train was coming. A train filled with people that might see her and help her... but also a train that would make noise. Lots of it. She hung and waited for the inevitable, hoping for the best.

A few minutes later and she saw the light of the lead engine as it turned a curve approaching the bridge. Moments later, its horn sounded. It was loud. Very loud. A split second later Jenn's cunt and ass lit on fire, a massive shock pulse burning deep inside her. It only lasted a couple of seconds, but then the train started crossing the bridge. It was an Amtrak train, a passenger train that would be carrying people.

The engine passed her, and the noise it made set off the shocks again, this time in a continuous rippling of electrical agony. She felt like a red hot spear had been jammed up her cunt and she had been anally impaled at the same time. Every muscle in her body tensed instinctively, and she bit down on the ball gag, hard.

Clack-clack, clack-clack, the train cars passed by. Jenn writhed in agony at the sound. She had been drooling uncontrollably from the gag, now she lost bladder control as a stream of urine flowed down to the gravel below.

Clack-clack, clack-clack, the train passed her, and finally the last car left the bridge. Jenn's eyes had rolled up inside her head and it took a few seconds after the continuous shocks ceased before she recovered enough to see again. Her muscles, which had contracted hard into an imitation of rigor, began to relax.

After the passing of the Amtrak train, Jenn began to wonder if she would get out of this alive. During her last encounter with Janice she had hung her rival by the neck, nearly suffocating her to unconsciousness. She had later roasted the girl naked above a fire. Either of these tortures could have resulted in Janice's death, though she had been careful not to let it go that far. But would Janice? Was Janice looking for the ultimate revenge?

Tears streamed down the pretty goth girl's face as she endured the pain of her suspension, waiting her fate.

Her fate was a freight train. It came about a half hour later, rumbling and clacking across the bridge, unwittingly triggering the torture of Jenn's pain racked body. Once again her muscles tensed and contracted, the pain shuddered through her lower parts, deep inside her body, and she couldn't help but scream into the gag.  The gag had become her friend, for it was something she could bite; it kept her from biting her tongue.

The freight train was long, perhaps 50 cars or so; and after the engine passed Jenn was shocked for a second each time the huge metal wheels rolled across the rail joints. Clack-clack, clack-clack... the sound came and was accompanied by the jerk-jerk, jerk-jerk of the naked girl's body. Her drool covered her chest and breasts making them shine wetly, and her urine trickled down her inner thighs.

The train had passed by and Jenn was just coming back to her rational senses when Janice appeared.


"Wasn't that exciting? That was just so amazing, watching you jerk and wobble and convulse up here as those trains went by," Janice unbuckled the leather strap that held the dildo and plug in place. She then slid the two probes out of Jenn's body.

"I masturbated the whole damn time. Jenn, you are good, we really need to do this more often!" Janice sounded truly excited as she undid the rope that held Jenn aloft and slowly lowered her to the ground.

"OK, so we are almost done for today. Almost... but I need to take you someplace where you can be found. You sure are filthy. Let's get you someplace you can clean up, ok?" Janice untied the ropes that fixed Jenn's ankles to the bridge. All the rope trailed behind Jenn on the ground, still attached to her arms and legs. Jenn had no strength to resist at that moment and simply lay on the ground, but Janice tied a rope around her neck and insisted she get up and follow. Jenn did her best, trying to keep up even though every muscle in her body protested.

Janice guided Jenn down the banks of the small river the bridge crossed, and then down the flow of the stream for a way. Jenn tried to talk from behind the ball gag a couple of times, but Janice either didn't hear or didn't care. The finally reached a muddy place where the stream's water spread wider.

"Kneel," Janice ordered Jenn. Jenn considered her options. Her arms were still bound securely, and the noose around her neck was pulling tight, cutting off air and blood. She was going to be forced to kneel, either of her own will or because she would lose consciousness from the tight noose. She knelt.

Janice took the ropes attached to Jenn's ankles and pulled them to stakes that had already been placed in the ground under the water. She tied them securely through loops. Jenn sat with her ass and legs in 6 inches of mud as Janice then tied ropes from Jenn's wrists to two more stakes. Jenn was pulled backward and fell into the mud as Janice pulled the ropes tight.

"There you go, Jenn. I think this is a perfect place to leave you. Do you remember when you left me naked, tied to a stake on my mother's front porch at 6 A.M.? Well, I think this is quite possibly fair retribution. There is a hiking trail right over there," she motioned to the closest bank of the river. "Someone will be by soon. But... don't try drinking this water, it's pretty muddy."

Janice leaned down and kissed Jenn's muddy, exhausted face, and then walked away.

Tryst

She observed him for a while, watching his movements and facial expressions. He was a typical living male and as such held a fascination for her. Not that it was an attraction, per se, for she didn't really like him that much. But she did lust after him, or rather she passionately desired that which made him so unique and different from her.

He in turn saw the beautifully crafted facade that she presented to him. The long straight black hair, shining like silk in the low light. Her oval face with absolutely clear, light skin punctuated by two dark pools that were her unblinking brown eyes. Her perfectly formed red lips parted slightly to show just a glimpse of white, even teeth. Her body, where it was not covered by her black dressed, presented smooth skin that appeared to flow over delicate bones and just a hint of rippling muscle.

If he noticed that she didn't blink, he didn't let on. Most people didn't. Most people just felt there was something a tiny bit odd about her, but then chalked it up to the somewhat preternatural ambiance that surrounded her beauty. There is usually something odd about the very, very beautiful, just as there is about the very, very ugly. Mostly, they didn't care because they were too busy either being jealous or trying to control their lust.

He continued talking and she continued to listen with one part of her mind, the part she had trained to attract and deal with men. This one had actually come to her, so the process had not been difficult at all and was nearing an end.

She turned her head slightly to the side in a calculated manner that created a curious, almost shy look that hinted at deeper meaning and attraction.

"What makes you think that you want this?" she asked in a quiet voice that cut through silence like a knife.

"Oh, well... I had been told and heard through a number of sources that this was in fact the ultimate experience. And now, of course, seeing you and..." his voice trailed off as if he was unable to locate the part of his brain that controlled speech.

She slowly uncrossed and recrossed her legs, watching his eyes flitter from her face down to her naked limbs, then past her waist and bust where the dress pulled and revealed the shape of her body beneath. His heart was beating faster, pumping blood to the flush in his face.

"I like you," she lied reaching her hand out to take his and in the process drawing him closer. Their joined hands rested on the naked flesh of her knee.

"I have enjoyed our time together. I would like us to be closer." She looked down at their hands and concentrated for a moment on the pulsing of the blood in his flesh where it touched hers.

She leaned over to him, her long black hair sliding over her shoulders and hanging down on each side of her face as her lips approached his. As their lips touched gently at first and then more urgently, opening to admit tongues and become more playful, she let go of his hand and slid both her arms around his shoulders. He reciprocated, breathing deeply and pressing closer to her. She felt his lust building, blood pounding in him, making him erect and pushing his mind to the state where he would most of his rationality.

Her breasts touched and pressed his body, her hips slid along his thighs as she repositioned to sit on his lap, facing him. Her legs were spread on each side when she did this, a symbol of her willingness for more intimate contact.

She broke the kiss and brushed her lips across his cheek as she moved to nuzzle his neck. Raising her head slightly so her lips were next to his ear, she whispered "I want you. All of you. Inside me. I want to take you. Now."

They struggled with each other's clothes momentarily, the only thing slowing them down their continued intense touching, kissing and fondling of each other. When they were finally naked, he turned and lifted her up and then down onto the floor, on her back, her legs spread and hooked around his hips. He slid into her with no effort and gasped as her inner flesh surrounded and rubbed his erection. It was a unique sensation to him, he had never experienced the level of stimulation he was experiencing at that moment, and his surprised eyes showed it.

She wrapped her arms under his and up behind his shoulders, holding him close as he pushed deep within her, and she rocked her hips up to meet him. It felt right, having him inside, but she wanted more. Much, much more.

As his thrusts began and his climax built faster than he had ever imagined possible, she smelled his scent and listened to his pounding heart to determine the exact right moment. The total experience of taking him inside of her was leading her to a different kind of climax, one that was much deeper, passionate, and complete than anything he would ever have.

At just the right moment, she opened her mouth, curling back those perfect lips to expose the perfect small but razor sharp fangs, and bit into his neck. He let out a muffled cry that blended nicely with his moans as she sliced into his carotid artery. Her lips sealed on his neck as his heart pushed rich, hot blood into her mouth, spurting and filling her throat as quickly as she could swallow.

He continued thrusting, letting her drink his blood as he copulated and lost himself in the combined sensual experiences of having both his sperm and his blood sucked and consumed by her.

As she sucked and rocked with him, urging his body to give her everything, he began to convulse. She knew this, it was the point at which the male's climax reached its height, pushing out body fluids, giving her its life in a paroxysm of joy and pleasure. It satisfied her that they both derived a peak of ecstasy from their joining; her entire body was pulsing hot with pleasure and satiation. For a moment she lost herself, gripping his struggling and convulsing body with a steel grip that prevented him from moving away from her even a hair's breadth, and simply felt the pleasure of dual orgasm.

For her, it went on for some time. The warmth in her hips might fade after a while but was bolstered by the circulating warmth of his blood that filled her and gave the rest of her body the extended climax. She consumed him, sucking everything from him until he lay on top of her unmoving. Even then she continued suckling on his neck, drawing the last bits of blood that lingered deep in his body, no longer pumped by the heart but responding to her insistent siphoning.

At last she released the body on top of her own, letting her arms and legs collapse in exhaustion. Satiated, filled, happy, she slowly pushed his motionless form off of her. The body rolled to one side and fell the short distance to the floor with a soft thud.

She rose, and staggered to the bedroom, closing the blackout curtains against the burning sun that would soon appear. The tryst had lasted most of the night, and had ended most satisfactorily. For both of them, she hoped.

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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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"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?"

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.