"Captive Hacker" - Chapter 4
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It has been some time since I have updated this journal and I am
struggling to find the courage to do so now. Many things have
happened, the least of which is my slide into depression and despair.
Even as it hurts me physically I am going to detail the events of the
last few days to try and relieve the mental torment.
I had decided that the pretence of being the sex slave of Mistress
Green was unsupportable and being tortured when I was eventually
allowed to ejaculate was the final straw. I resolved to return to the
Federal institution where I was unfairly imprisoned, because even the
isolation there was better than the bodily torments I suffered in this
place.
Mistress Green had told me we would talk about the situation, though I
was only going to re-iterate my point of view. Even so, I found myself
attending her, kneeling by her bed for when she awoke. The electric
shocks I had received the previous day had not affected my libido, and
while orally servicing her while she was lying in bed I became very
aroused.
She than sat on the edge of the bed and pressed my face into her pussy
as I drank her urine. The flow stopped, but she continued to hold me
in this erotic but undignified position. Then she told me why.
"I need a dump Dick, put your hands out".
I had performed this service previously, but it still revolted me as
she sat forward so her anus was clear of the bed. I reached out my
hands, not really being able to see what I was doing, and rather glad
of the fact. I felt the warm faecal matter drop onto my hands,
finishing with a brief spurt of her piss that I swallowed.
She released my head, but then turned round so her bottom was pointed
towards me.
"Lick me clean" she commanded. I was horrified; usually I at
least had the chance of cleaning her with paper before tonguing her
anal rose bud. The thought of tonguing her dirty asshole filled me
with revulsion, but I obeyed and leaning forward started to tongue her
clean. I tried to minimise the unpleasantness by using a lot of spit,
but she complained about this and I had to lick it off her, my spit
mixed with her excrement. The next task was to dispose of the turds I
was carrying and run her a bath.
Only after her breakfast, but before mine, was she amenable to talking
about returning me to the Federal institution she had rescued me from.
I immediately started by arguing
"Mistress Green, I want to go back because I am not enjoying
being your sex slave. I am punished severely when I come and there is
no sex involved at all. Mistress Green"
"But Dick, there is plenty of sex, I enjoyed the way you ate my
pussy this morning it was delightful"
"Mistress Green, but it wasn't sex, it was me pleasing you, I
haven't had sex Mistress Green"
"So you are saying you don't want to eat my pussy and please
me?" she asked. I felt myself losing control of the situation.
"Mistress Green, no, its not that, its ... Look I enjoy
pleasing you, but it is not doing anything for me"
"But we do lots of things for you. The obvious ones like food
on your plate and a warm shower and bed. Not to mention the
stimulating company."
Before I could again protest, she held up her hand
"Yes, I know I punish you, but that is the correct way to show
you that you did something wrong. Did you learn from the punishments?"
"Mistress Green, well, yes, but..." again I was cut-off.
"So there you are, by your own admission you know it is the
right thing to do and agree to the punishment. I know that yesterday
was painful but then you did that yourself, didn't you? You only
needed to come once and you decided to 3 times!"
"Mistress Green, you are right, but " I am very confused. I
don't know what to say. I try to gather my thoughts while she
continues.
"So really the extreme pain you suffered yesterday was down to
you too, so the only actual complaint you have is that you haven't had
enough sex?! Am I right?"
I am so perplexed now by her convoluted arguments and twisted logic,
that I have to think about it, but her attitude demands an answer. I
agree reluctantly.
"Mistress Green, I guess so, Mistress Green" still trying to
organise my arguments into a coherent picture.
"Ok then," she says, "Benny is going to fuck you like you have
never been fucked before! Right Benny?" I look around to see Mistress
Benny standing near the door, she must have entered quietly.
"Mistress, oh yes, I'll enjoy Dick a lot Mistress. He'll be
fucked raw when I have finished with him Mistress!"
"To room 2 then Dick, and get ready to be fucked." I don't
know what to say because it seems all my arguments fell on deaf ears.
I still wanted to return to the prison to avoid the pain I was
suffering here, but the prospect of fucking Mistress Benny was
tempting. She had a very trim neat figure. Not large tits, but neatly
formed, and a very cute ass.
When we all entered room 2, me crawling along behind Mistress Green,
Mistress Benny immediately started opening the cuffs of the restraints
on a framework at the end of the room.
"Mistress Green, I'm not getting in that Mistress Green, Not
after yesterday!"
"Really Dick?!" She asks, "OK then but Benny won't fuck you
when your hands are free." Mistress Benny looks at me and our eyes
meet. She puts on a purposely disappointed looking expression, pouting
her lower lip at me, and then licking her lips. She was hot, and I was
ready. What could be the harm in it I felt?
I let myself be strapped onto the framework, wrists as well as ankles.
Mistress Benny immediately started undressing me, removing the cock and
ball restraint and leaving me in nothing but stockings and high heels.
She even removed the broad leather collar I had been wearing which was
a great relief, it had not been removed before. I was really looking
forward to this; my dick was already stirring as she fussed around me.
Then Mistress Benny stood back as I looked on. Mistress Green was also
enjoying the show, and her lips were moist as she licked them, it
looked as though she was getting ready to play with herself. Great I
thought, if she gets turned on maybe I could fuck her too!
Mistress Benny first unbuttoned her blouse ever so slowly, watching me
watch her every move. She was wearing a white bra, and when the blouse
was open at the front she reached up to pop the strap open. But
teasingly she kept one hand over the front of her breasts so it did not
fall off. She then turned her back on me and removed the blouse and
undergarment. Her back went from broad shoulders to narrow waist and
was smooth and slightly tanned. She turned back to face me, her hands
now cupping bare breasts. Without me seeing them she squeezed them and
rubbed them until she decided to take her hands away.
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I had seen her tits before with their dark nipples, but this strip had
really turned me on. She turned her back to me again, and reached up
under her skirt to pull her panties down. They were black and she
looked over her shoulder at me coquettishly as she twirled them on her
finger before throwing them towards Mistress Green. Looking away
again, he hands went to the back fastening of her skirt, and pulled the
zip down. This revealed just the tops of her buttocks and the
beginning of her ass crack. The fingers then worked at the button
above until it opened. She dropped the skirt to the floor and I could
she her magnificent bum. It was perfectly proportioned and heart
shaped. She was still wearing stockings and a suspender belt, and the
black contrast of these against her fair skin highlighted the pertness
of her buttocks.
She slowly turned around. At first I could not understand what I was
seeing, and then the shock hit me.
"She's got a dick!" I exclaim. Stating what was abundantly
obvious. At this point Mistress Green and Mistress Benny succumb to
helpless laughter. It was also a dick of an amazing size! I could not
imagine how I had not seen the bulge in her skirt before; she was hung
like a horse. {I will keep referring to Mistress Benny in the female
sense as commanded later by Mistress Green.}
She sashayed towards me. My gaze was fixated on her penis. As she
watched me she mocked me.
"Like it Dick?" as her fingers ran up and down the shaft. She
was becoming erect as she fondled herself.
My initial shock started to turn to disgust and rage.
"Mistress Green, there is no way I am fucking Mistress Benny,
if Mistress is the right word for this pervert, Mistress Green" I say
with disdain.
"Now Dick" I am shocked" she says in a similar mocking tone to
Mistress Benny's. "You must always be polite to Mistress Benny, even
with her ... equipment. Benny is a pre-op transsexual but that is
slightly misleading because neither of us are interested in removing
such a useful and large tool."
Mistress Benny came closer still and then her engorged penis met my
crotch. I had already started to lose my erection and now it
completely disappeared. I recoiled from the touch but Mistress Benny
came and draped herself over me, her hard on rubbing my crotch. Even
though I strained at the restraints I could not escape. Mistress Green
continued
"Really Dick. It now looks like you don't want Mistress Benny
to fuck you at all after all the drama earlier."
"Mistress Green, no not at all. Mistress Green, I want to
leave here right now Mistress Green!"
Mistress Green settled back and became serious. As she spoke I only
had half an ear on what she was saying until the full import hit me.
Mostly I was trying to avoid Mistress Benny's touch, which was futile.
She pushed her hard cock into my crotch, using it to play with mine.
Then her hands started too, rubbing her own erection and playing with
my limp member. Mistress Green explained the situation.
"It is true I could return you to rot away in your featureless
call for the rest of your life, but it is a mistake to think that the
choice is yours. It is mine, and since I have found you amenable so
far then I am going to continue training you. Is that clear?" I only
latch on to the sense of the sentence as she finishes. I catch myself
nodding, still distracted by the large cock rubbing against me to my
revulsion.
"Mistress Green. Yes Mistress Green." As I mentally replay
what she has said, I suddenly protest,
"Mistress Green, no, I don't want to be your slave, take me
back. Now! Mistress Green."
With that statement Mistress Green jumps up and coming swiftly towards
me slaps me hard across the face, once, twice. I am shocked and
immediately stop my protestations. Her voice becomes hard and nasty.
"That Dick is the last outburst from you, I grow tired of being
reasonable. Shut up and listen." My ears burn with embarrassment and
I forget about the penis that is molesting me.
"Your training so far has been adequate. You preferred to
serve me than the alternative, which is good. You actually performed
reasonably! By your own choice you have submitted to minor punishments
and some small anal penetration." I blanch at the 'small anal
penetration'. If what I have experienced is small, what had she in
mind for 'large'?
"You have made good progress as my toilet slave, drinking my
pee and licking my excrement. Massaging, my sexual satisfaction and so
on has been fair."
Mistress Green explains the next stage of my training as follows.
"So far have you managed by your own will, but I now need to
enhance that. Your performance has been OK, but I am going to expect a
lot more energy, a lot more zest as you go about your duties. When you
are tonguing my anus it must be enthusiastic, it must feel like you
want to extend your tongue into my anus and lick all you find there.
When you are begging for punishment or thanking me for it I want to
feel the depth of the emotion.
"How is this to be achieved? Fear. Fear on your part of the
immense pain I can inflict on you when I want. Fear so intense that
you will gladly submit to something as minor as a beating because the
alternative is much worse."
With those words she goes and finds a silver object and asks Mistress
Benny to clean it for her, and then continues.
"Room 2 here is the extreme pain room. Its purpose is to
provide the instruments to inflict extreme pain. Hopefully you will
never ever have to visit here again, because the only reason to be here
is to hurt you badly. But to mark the passage from self motivation to
external threat I must hurt you, hurt you so much you fear to visit
here again.
"This little gadget is to remind you of this lesson"
Te object she held up was either silver or chrome plated, very bright
and shiny. It was shaped in a figure eight, hinged on one side. Other
much smaller rings adorned the edges. Mistress Green carried on the
describing the thing.
"You will notice the clasp at the bottom. It is designed so
that when it is closed it is impossible to open. And you can see that
the middle arm is designed to pierce and join together too. The
purpose of this restraint is to hold your cock and balls in a suitable
position, replacing the temporary restraint you are wearing now."
By now Mistress Green had come close enough for me to see the
contrivance. I was a little puzzled, and without really thinking of it
voiced the question that frightened me in the possible answer.
"Mistress Green, but the hole is awfully small and why are
there two loops Mistress Green." Dreading the answer that I could see
coming.
"Quite right Dick" she replies. "Obviously the top loop
encompasses your dick and the bottom loop your balls. The middle arm
will pierce your scrotum between them. As you can see, it is vaguely
pointed, though it might be better to describe it as a punch to
penetrate that sensitive area." As she said this she smiled at me
coldly. "Don't worry, Mistress Benny is very skilled, there is a good
chance she won't puncture anything vital!"
I cried out in despair. Panicking, tearfully, more scared than
I had ever felt in my life.
"Mistress Green, no. Please Mistress; there is no need for
that. I will gladly act as your slave and toy; I will do anything you
ask of me if you don't attach that to my balls. Mistress Green." She
handed the polished metal back to Mistress Benny and went to sit on the
stool. She regarded me coolly, and ignored my protestations.
"Mistress Green. Really I mean it; I will do anything you want
me to. Please." I beg her, literally crying now, feeling a tight
pressure in my chest from anxiety. "I will satisfy you in anyway you
desire without thought of my own pleasures, I will crawl at you feet,
drink your pee and gladly consume your excrement. Anything Mistress.
I beg you most humbly Mistress."
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It is fruitless. Mistress Benny reaches out and pulls my limp member
as out from my body. I am so scared my penis has shrunk to the size of
a ten year old. Mistress Benny is really turned on, and as she pulls
my dick, uses her the other hand to masturbate her great cock, rubbing
it up and down and down my inner thigh. Displacing the disgust I feel
earlier I seize on a new idea
"Mistress Green, I can do it, I would love to fuck Mistress
Benny please Mistress. I'd love to suck her mighty cock. She could
use my ass as much as she likes." I plead. "Anything." I squeal as
Mistress Benny stops rubbing her cock and places the cold metal hinge
up over the shaft of my limp member. "I'll..." I try to desperately
think of anything that might satisfy this demon Mistress. "I'll even
swallow her come!" I manage as I feel the metal arms press against the
sides of my ball sack.
I don't know what else to say as I feel Mistress Benny manipulating my
balls, forcing the blood vessels and other anatomical tubing out of the
path of the punch ends.
"Please Mistress. Have mercy." I cry as I watch the cool
detached woman who is intending to inflict so much pain. I am now
crying freely, and my breath comes in sobs as my mind shuts down to the
impending torture.
Mistress Green speaks and I feel an immediate surge of hope.
"Yes Dick. Hold on Benny" she says. Mistress Benny looks at
Mistress Green in surprise. I immediately grasp this opening.
"Mistress Green, I will Mistress. I will. I'll do anything
for Mistress Benny. I'll suck her cock and drink her come. She can
use my ass as much as she likes. I'll do anything for you Mistress."
I explain triumphantly, relieved and astounded that I know I mean it,
that I would do anything to please her and avoid the pain she was going
to inflict.
Mistress Green comes close to Mistress Benny, and takes the clamp in
her hands. She smiles at me and I smile back. Relieved that I am
going to be spared the torment promised. That relief is as short lived
as the second it takes to imagine. Still smiling, Mistress Green
closes the figure eight, the first click indicating it is fixed in
position round my balls, the arms in the middle now tightly clamping my
scrotum. Mistress Green addresses me.
"I know you will Dick. But you are going to be so much more
enthusiastic and obliging once you know how painful I can make your
existence."
Stepping back she releases the restraint to Mistress Benny.
"Close it Benny" Mistress Green commands as she resumes her
position watching the proceedings. "Slowly."
Immediately I feel the pressure on my all sack increase. I
start gasping out any wild promises I can think of, anything to prevent
the mounting pressure.
"Mistress Green, no, I swear I'll do anything you want me to.
Willingly, anything, God as my witness, forever I'll serve as your sex
toy, toilet, anything..."
The pressure is becoming too much and I start screaming from the pain.
I cannot describe the white-hot agony as the two parts press against my
flesh, crushing and cutting through the skin. Unbelievably the pain
mounts each fraction of a second as the jaws close. The pain is so
intense I feel detached from my body, just swimming in the waves of
agony from my crotch. The type of pain changes as the jaws are
gripping so tightly they start to cut a hole through.
I think I hear, or maybe I imagine I hear the jaws of the restraint
closing, but at that moment it becomes too much as I pass out from the
pain.
I regained consciousness much later in the middle of the
night. I had a vague recollection of stumbling, supported, back to my
bed where I curled foetally round the agony of my pierced ball sack.
As I felt the fire in my crotch I moaned, but found the pain bearable.
Movement still made me wince, but my training at least enabled me to
continue to recuperate. I very carefully sat up and considered my
position. There was a blood on the sheets, but the wound had lightly
scabbed over and did not appear to be bleeding, the design of the clamp
pinching the skin around the physical tear which only allowed a small
amount of blood to escape.
I realised and knew immediately what I had to do. It was pointless to
wait any longer and submit to any more indignities and cruel
punishments, I had to escape, run, walk, whatever to the nearest town.
I had to find a phone and call my family and friends and explain the
situation. Nothing that happened to me made any sense, it is a
nightmare from which I resolved to escape, whatever I had to do.
My first problem was clothes, and rather than risk fumbling around the
house looking for something more appropriate I chose to wear the
stockings and suspenders that I was usually made to wear. I knew that
the drawers of the chest in my room contained a short black maid's
skirt, and a tight, thin cotton blouse, and these would have to do.
The only shoes I had were the high heels. I thought of the shame of
having to wear these in public, but anything was better than nothing so
I carefully clothed myself. The lack of panties and the openness of
the skirt was actually a blessing since there was nothing to press
against my painful scrotum.
Tip-toeing through the house as silently as possible I let myself out
of the house, and heart leaping at the freedom started to scuttle along
the drive way. The pain prevented me from running, but I found I could
walk rapidly, carefully keeping my thighs from pressing my crotch.
The pebbled driveway gave way to a narrow country road. Metalled, but
unmarked. The air was clean and clear, and the moon cast a bright
light over my footsteps. The night air was cold and I was soon
shivering from nervousness and the temperature, hugging myself with my
arms. I was nervous because there were no obvious signs of approaching
civilisation, just the road that continued between high hedges, broken
infrequently by typical farm gates that led on to mysterious ploughed
farmland.
I carried on walking, trying to maintain the pace. My feet started to
hurt from the exercise wearing the heels. Lack of nutrition and loss
of blood started to make me feel giddy. Still I persevered; thinking
ahead there would be a town, lights, warmth and a phone. Then the
unexpected happened. From behind me, distant but growing louder, I
heard the distinctive sound of a car engine. I did not know what to
do. The hedge on either side was too tall to jump and hide, my best
hope was a gate so I started running as fast as the heels and the pain
allowed me.
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It was not to be, and I saw the lights of the car play erratically
across the road surface, as all too soon it started to come closer. My
immediate fear was that it was Mistress Green coming after me, and this
had me running as fast as I could, teeth clenched in agony, nearly
screaming with the pain. By then the car had me fully in its headlight
and there was no way I could hope to evade the observation of the
occupants. I resignedly fell to a limping walk, shoulders drooping in
despair.
My heart leapt again, and then steadied in caution as the car drove
past. I expected and hoped it would just keep going, but became
nervous as it stopped several hundred yards in front. Clearly it was
not Mistress Green but I was reticent to approach too closely. As I
neared the car I saw with horror that it was a patrol of the local law
enforcement. Almost as bad as if it had been Mistress Green herself.
I did not recognise the name of the town but I would have liked to
avoid entanglements with any members of any government agency. They
were the ones who had imprisoned me, and convicted me of unspecified
offences that had landed me in this situation.
My walk became slower and slower as I got closer to the car but it had
obviously stopped waiting for me, so I had to walk past, apprehensively
not knowing what to expect. I had walked right pass the car when the
officer wound-down a window and said something like
"Are you alright ma'am? Walking alone on these narrow lanes
late at night could be risky." He sounded young and reasonable. I knew
I couldn't just ignore him and had to answer. I stumbled out a brief
"I'm fine".
Hearing my voice obviously surprised him.
"Sir? Would you care for a ride into town?" he asked, sounding
a little confused, and worryingly interested. I had no idea where I was
or where I was going to I decided it could be worth the risk, and
accepted the lift, explaining,
"I was on my way back from a fancy-dress party. Yes, a lift
would be great." Seeing the guy for the first time he did not question
my explanation, merely lifting an eyebrow at the story.
I got into the front seat of the car, very carefully pulling the skirt
as far down over my knees as I could manage. Not knowing if it was
better to keep quiet or continue with the conversation. The officer
was happy to drive, and watch the road without looking at me, and I was
content to let him. In the car it only took minutes to reach the pool
of light of a small sleepy town and I was glad that I did not have to
travel the distance on foot. The officer did not ask me where I wanted
to go, and the first I realised we had arrived at his destination was
when we pulled into the rear of a square station office. The gate had
opened and closed automatically behind the car so I realised I was
going to have to accompany the officer into the station before reaching
the street and freedom outside.
Leading the way in, the officer held the door open for me and then
followed behind. The place seemed deserted, but I saw one or two
shadows in a few isolated, lit offices. I did not know where I was
going, but thought that if I just kept walking the exit would become
obvious, however the officer scuttled ahead, and opened a particular
door.
"Come in here and have a cup of tea", he said. I was very
reluctant to do so, and only stood in the door,
"I really have to get home" I said, "it is late enough, if you
can just show me out, I'd appreciate it."
"Nonsense" the officer said, pushing me gently into the room,
"sit down for a second." I'll be back with some a cup of coffee."
With that he closed the door behind me, forcing me fully into the room.
I was now extremely scared. Had they recognised me? I did not
believe that the government would circulate the description of every
convicted offender around the area, especially as I had been framed on
some unknown unspecific charge. I thought that I would wait just a
minute and then slip out of the building unnoticed. Alas I had no
opportunity because the officer returned quickly with the coffee. He
brought it black, no sugar, no milk, but even so I had not tasted
anything so fine in a long while, and the warmth soothed and calmed me.
The illusion of peace was shattered however when he sat opposite me and
taking a notepad and pen, asked me,
"Well then, Sir, I am sure you wouldn't mind giving me a few
details, like your name, and where you are headed?" He looked at me
expectantly. I licked my dry lips.
"My name is Dick", I began before correcting myself, so
ingrained was the habit of answering by that humiliating label.
"That is my name is Richard Simons", I stumbled on, quickly
replying with a fictitious name.
"I am only trying to get home from a party."
The officer was looking at me closely, but seemed satisfied, making
some notes on the pad.
"And where is that, " he paused, "sir?" I did not know where I
was.
"I actually come from a way away." I tell him, "but I am
staying in the town with a friend. Just along the main street, above
the cafe". I tried to sound confident and consistent, knowing this was
a bare faced lie. Again the officer didn't say anything, but made some
notes on the paper.
"Please sit there sir, I won't be long" he said. I immediately
protested.
"But I really need to get home while it is not too late, you're
not holding me for anything are you?" I queried. He stood up,
"Just wait one moment and we'll sort this out". I also jumped
up, far too quickly, because the pain in my crotch stabbed at my
abdomen so I winced.
"Now wait a moment yourself" I said, "you can't just keep me
here!"
I had walked around the table to confront the officer, but he noticed
something. Looking at the floor he asked me,
"Is that blood sir? Why are you bleeding? Can you explain
that?"
Horrified I looked at the floor and realised that my scrotum was
obviously bleeding again, and there was a distinct trail of blood spots
on the floor. I did not know what to say and feebly replied
"Oh, its nothing, not important, it always happens when I am
stressed." He was obviously not impressed by the excuse and told me
"I am fetching the surgeon while you stay here. Do you
understand?"
I nodded dumbly. Hoping that when he left I would still be able to
slip out. My hopes were dashed when I heard the murmur of several
voices outside as the officer went out. I guessed there were more
people in the hallway outside.
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My heart was beating frantically as I tied to decide what to do, and
came to the conclusion that the best idea was to just brazen it out.
After all there was nothing they could hold me for was there? All too
quickly the officer again entered the room, this time accompanied by an
attractive oriental looking woman, wearing a very smart uniform, her
hair tied up severely behind her.
"What seems to be the problem? " she enquires to both the
officer and myself. I again stumble out a "oh its nothing" but she
looks at me severely.
"He is bleeding somewhere" the officer informs her in a helpful
tone. With that we all solemnly examine the sports on the floor.
The medical woman just looks at me and gives me a questioning look.
"Its rather embarrassing I say", and she smiles and tells me,
"Well I am a qualified nurse, so you don't have to be shy. I
have seen everything in the few years I have been working here"
Slightly reassured, but still uncomfortable, I turn my back on the
officer so that only the nurse can see as I raise the skirt. The
impaled scrotum and the gadget doing the impaling are obvious, as is
the blood that has started to dry again.
The nurse gasps, raising her hand to her face, covering her
astonishment, though I am slight annoyed to see that she is nearly
smiling.
"Good god" she says, reaching for my member. I step back
protesting, "Please, it still hurts an awful lot."
She glances at me and then tells the officer
"You have to come and see this". I protest and drop the skirt,
only to have the nurse immediately grip it and raise it again as the
officer comes round to look.
I am very shy about this, but cannot think of an easy way of snatching
the skirt from the nurses' grip and hiding my genitals again.
"I think you are going to have to tell me the whole story he
tells me looking me in the eye. Not knowing if it is a great idea I
commence to tell an abbreviated history of my captivity with Mistress
Green. Skipping a lot of the sordid details, carefully explaining any
physical abuses, the whipping etc.,. And very deliberately leaving out
how I came to serve her in the first place.
A little way into the narrative the nurse told me that there was
nothing she could do, but not to worry it was healing nicely. I was
not totally assured by this statement but carried on telling the other
officer the details. I started by sitting down, but was continuously
interrupted by the nurse bringing another colleague to look at my
pierced ball sack. To start with I protested that it was undignified
that everybody should see my infliction, but she insisted it was
necessary,
"For the case".
By then I was standing facing away from the door, surrounded by a group
of guys, and the nurse as I held my skirt up, and they each carefully
regarded the humiliating device attached to my organ. As the tale
approached the end where I was picked up on the lane, I was at least
hopeful that I would get away from here and back to my normal life,
though maybe as an outlaw, when I hard something to cause my heart to
drop into the deepest pit of despair.
A slow clapping came from the door, as I looked around I saw Mistress
Green and Mistress Benny, smartly addressed, standing there.
"A beautiful story Dick I am surprised you had the imagination
for such a delightful tale."
My face burned with shame, and I blurted out.
"That's her, that 's the bitch that has done this to me. And
the pervert that helped her, arrest them now. Go on!" I was nearly
shouting pointing an accusing finger at the woman who was my nemesis.
Strangely the officers just stood around looking amused, and then
Mistress Green walked over to the officer who had picked me up, and
told him
"You did well to inform me Jake" Jake obviously being the
officers name. "I will take the slut home with me now, after you've had
a little fun as a reward for your inconvenience".
"You can't do this," I stutter out. "This woman has used and
abused me while pretending to be my lawyer, my counsel. You must arrest
her don't you all understand?"
I felt an inescapable foreboding as they merely watched, amused at the
scene.
Mistress Green walked over to where I stood, and I noted,
inconsequentially that, even in heels she was about the same height as
me. She smiled sweetly, and said
"You are only making things harder on your self, Dick" the rest
of her words were lost as she reached up and savagely pulled the metal
constraint securing my cock and balls. The pain drove all thought from
my mind as I fell to the floor screaming. The pain seemed as intense
as when it had first invaded my scrotum, but this time it must have
been less because I did not pass out.
"And so" she said, as my screams died to sobs, what are we going to do
with you now Dick?"
I curled on the floor sobbing, knowing that the nightmare had become
worse. I bitterly knew it was a rhetorical question, and was not
surprised when Mistress Green continued.
"Since all this silliness started because you refused Benny's
magnificent tool when you so wanted to be fucked, then that I think is
a great place to give recompense don't you think? In fact, I think all
the gentlemen here would be interested in your sweet tight virgin ass?"
I continued to ignore my surroundings until Mistress Green, stood and
said menacingly
"On your knees Dick", tell me what you are going to do"
Quickly I scrambled to my knees, and stammered out
"I am going to let Mistress Benny and the other men have my ass
Mistress," I quietly say.
Mistress Green sounds amused, and asks
"Just have your ass dick? I think you are going to
enthusiastically suck them and let them fuck your ass deeply and widely
isn't that it Dick"
"Mistress, yes Mistress" I know this is not enough, and trying
to swallow my bile at the thought of what I was saying
"Mistress I am going to suck their cocks, and then beg them to
fuck my tight little virgin ass, Mistress"
"Exactly Dick" she tells me, "So lets get started, I think you
should start on Benny. Crawl over there and show us what a fine
performer of fellatio you are Dick"
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With a heavy heart I obey, crawling towards the beautiful transsexual.
Noticing the fine shaped legs in dark nylons, and surprisingly small
feet. Mistress Benny just stood there as I pushed my head under her
knee length skirt. I could not see anything, but sensed the manhood,
in her brief pants. Reluctantly, I reached up and carefully dragged
the pants down over her hips, releasing her penis {a strange
expression, but one I have had to become accustomed to in dealing with
Mistress Benny} so the hot semi erect member bounced on my face,
causing me to recoil.
Mistress Benny ordered me,
"No hands Dick, just your mouth". Knowing I was going to have
to do this I wet my lips and placed them around the end of the fat cock
I could not see, but feel by its heat. The act was simple, but the
feeling was immensely shameful, I had never considered myself gay, or
attracted to men, and in honesty thought that the male sex organ an
ugly thing.
Nearly gagging with the thought I started to suck, trying to remember
how I had performed fellatio on the toys Mistress Green had given me.
The hot meat in my mouth felt strange, in shape and texture. Trying
very hard to keep my teeth away from the delicate shaft, allowing my
tongue to hold the hardening member. My mouth was wet and I found it
easy to suck the penis deep inside before pulling away on the shaft.
Once fully into giving Mistress Benny oral sex, she lifter her skirt so
all the other people in the room could enjoy the humiliating spectacle.
I must have been doing something right because Mistress Benny started
to buck her hips and force more of her dick into my mouth. I could not
resist as she held my head and thrust in hard, almost making me gag as
I fought to stop her choking me. She seemed to enjoy the struggle
because now the dick was fully hard, engorged and firm, pushing against
the roof and back of my mouth and I started to panic at the sensation
and lack of air.
After a while she slowed and stopped, but my brief reprieve was short
as I realised that she was going to violate my rear hole. I saw the
waiting officers grinning and laughing, and my face burned red, but I
knew I could not resist as Mistress Green bade me bend over and hold my
knees. My ass hole puckered tight and again I felt the revulsion at
what was going to happen. Mistress Benny made it worse; prolonging the
moment as I felt the tip of her cock, touch my virgin ass. Just
rubbing up and down to start, not trying to force its way in but
increasing the tension as it rubbed the cooling saliva over my anus.
Finally she stopped moving about and held on to my hips. I bit my lip,
and blinked hot ashamed tears as I felt the pressure of her cock on my
ass build.
There was nothing I could do against the mounting pressure, and soon I
feel it force itself inside of me, pushing deeply into my anal tract.
Violating my anus as Mistress Green had done previously. I started to
dryly retch, and mistress Green ordered me to show my enjoyment
This was worse as I had to stammer out imprecations
"Mistress Benny, that feels so good Mistress. I love the
feeling of your large hot cock in my arse. Mistress " I was now crying
openly at the shame which increased the enjoyment of the spectators.
I felt distant and detached, more aware in the pain in my cock, than
the splitting of my ass, as Mistress Benny started to pound away. As
her strokes into my ass increased in power and depth I began to feel
the hurt there too. I would try and lean away, but Mistress Benny had
a firm grip.
"Oh no dick" Mistress Green cautioned. "You must really want
it deep inside you. Do you want me to ask Benny to hold you cock
restraint as she enters you?" The thought of the pain horrified me, so
I obliged Mistress Benny as much as I could, consciously relaxing the
muscles of my sphincter, pushing back despite the mild pain so much
more bearable than the thought of someone touching my pierced sack so
soon.
I encouraged her verbally too,
"Mistress Benny, yes, that feel so great, fuck me deep in the
ass Mistress please use my ass Mistress" I begged her.
It was not long after that Benny stopped, and pulled their cock out
from the depths of my anus. My ass felt open to the air, distant and
hurting as the penis left.
Mistress Benny moved round to my face, offering her soiled member to my
mouth again. I could see she had not ejaculated, but it was even more
difficult to accept the organ in my mouth. Again she grabbed my head
and forced as much as she could while I struggled not to gag, and try
and clean the bitter tasting cock with my tongue.
Mistress Benny had barely moved away, when another crotch entered my
view. A strange cock was presented to me and I again nearly vomited at
the thought of sucking this alien object. My senses seemed trained on
this new humiliation and I could see every detail. The thick pulsing
shaft, enormous purple glans, foreskin already stretched back revealing
its blatant purpose. The base surrounded by a thick bush of curly
black pubic hair, where as Mistress Benny had been smooth. Nothing
made the task more obvious that I was going to suck this male member.
As I hesitated a voice commanded
"Well, then suck it bitch! As deep as it can go." A large
rough pair of hands again grabbed my head and the penis was forced
mightily into my mouth. I immediately tried to gag, as it pushed
against the back of my throat. I could not breathe and could only feel
myself try to vomit as the hands held my face near to the fusty smelly
crotch. I panicked and started to scrabble unsuccessfully, not being
able to stand properly, my hands not being able to break the grip.
Distantly I heard,
"He's a pathetic sucker isn't he Green. You need to train him
to deep-throat more enthusiastically." I heard cruel laughter, but was
not paying much attention except to my lack of breath.
I was seriously considering biting the invasive cock when it was
removed from my mouth. I took several shuddering breaths, as I could
finally taste the air again. Without the same tantalising indignity of
Mistress Benny's slow penetration, I felt the second cock I had just
been sucking thrust into my ass hole. It had nearly recovered from
Mistress Benny's ministration, so the fast and hard pounding made me
scream and try and pull away. Hands holding my hips, prevented me, and
the same aggressive voice growled
"You want me to pull your pathetic dick and show you real pain?
Then for fucks sake tell me how much you are enjoying this?"
That was the last thing I wanted so even though it revolted me to do
so, I immediately started the pathetic begging and pleading they
enjoyed, knowing that I obviously did not enjoy the treatment and
getting a thrill from the indignity.
"Yes, yes, oh that feels good, Master" the words offending my
feelings but needing to avoid any more pain. "Yes, fuck my ass deep and
hard Master"
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I did not have to plead for long because another penis was presented to
my mouth, and I again became more panicked about my breathing then the
burning abusing pain in my ass. I had one cock pushing deep in my
mouth as I tried to tongue the member and take quick breathes when it
was withdrawn enough, and I was also conscious of the pounding as
another cock was forcing my ass, wide and open and intruding deep into
my bowels. At least with my mouth stuffed with another member I did
not have to humiliate myself by begging to be abused in the ass, and
saying how much I was enjoying it.
I lost all sense of time as I was abused, anally and forced to suck
cock, bent over, my anus used by the same. I tried to consciously
ignore the act I was performing, disgusted and frightened at what was
happening. The next clear impression I had was when, after some
particularly painful, thrusting, the gentleman using my ass stopped and
withdrew.
What made this more unpleasant than before was the trickle of liquid I
felt down my thigh. It could have been the wound in my scrotum
bleeding again, but I had the nauseous idea that it was probably the
semen that was ejaculated into my ass. As soon as that prick had been
removed there was s a jockeying for position, and the soiled cock was
presented to my mouth, while the recently sucked penis took the place
behind. The gentleman's creamy white spunk still adhered in traces to
the tip of his cock. This made the subsequent oral exercise harder,
his member might be going flaccid which meant it couldn't be forced to
the back of my throat, but the salty taste of the semen made me want to
puke from shame.
The following cocks that I serviced blended into a nightmarish unending
parade. I would suck a gentleman's hard erection, tonguing it and
trying to breathe as he thrust it as hard as he could into my mouth,
while another penis pierced my anus. When this load was ejaculated
into my ass, he would present his cock to be cleaned, and then I would
start on the next male member to abuse me.
My ass became sore and aflame with fire, matching the still painful
piercing of my ball sack. I could not feel my sphincter and couldn't
try to squeeze it shut; it felt as though it was now permanently open
and distended from the abuse it had taken. My throat was raw from the
male flesh pushed into it, and I could not remove the slimy, salty
taste of the semen from my mouth. I could also taste the blood and
excrement from my own back passage and I hoped the blood was from my
injury rather than any lesions inside my bowels.
I could only suck and submit so I had no idea of the number of
gentlemen using my body. After several cocks, there came a time when
only my ass was being used. I felt disassociated from my body, and
could covertly look around. Maybe half a dozen officers were in the
room, but they were now looking at the female nurse, and Mistress Benny
fucking on the tabletop. It looked very erotic, seeing Mistress
Benny's wonderful female shaped body from behind, neat heart shaped
bottom, moving against the naked nurse' pussy. Unless you observed
from the front, when you would see Mistress Benny's hard cock, and
incongruous little pert tits. Mistress Benny was not only fucking the
nurse, but being surprising vicious about it too. She was using her
nails to scratch and rend the nurses' skin, leaving angry red trails
and even ribbons of blood in places. She was using her mouth, biting
the voluminous breasts of the nurse. All this and the nurse was
greatly enjoying it. Begging to be fucked and hurt at the same time.
Even in my black and abstract mood I felt a wave of despair thinking
that this was going to be my fate slaving to Mistress Green, begin used
and having to enjoy the pain and abuse.
Just then my mind was brought back to my current predicament as one of
the gentlemen realised I was not sucking anyone.
"Does the bitch drink piss Green?" he asked, and I was shocked
to see Mistress Green nod her head.
"Oh yes" she affirmed "he is trained, Just use him as you wish"
The man who had spoken, again unbuttoned his fly and taking the limp
flaccid cock again offered it to my mouth. He made no move to force it
in, and I was reluctant to take the glistening end.
"Just yank his crotch restraint if he misbehaves" enjoined
Mistress Green, and fearing the pain I immediately put my lips around
the end of the dick.
It felt even stranger with the bulbous end of a flaccid cock in my
mouth than with an erect one. Quickly I was focused on swallowing the
stream of urine that spurted from the end, like sucking on a large meat
straw. The flavour was very unpleasant, I do not know why, more salty
and musty than Mistress Green's urine. I struggled to control my
vomiting as I swallowed. At one point I did heave, but managed to keep
it in my mouth and swallow again.
Of course, after this one gentleman had used me as a toilet the others
became enthusiastic too, and I had to drink several pints of urine.
Towards the end it felt as though I could not drink anymore and I
struggled to swallow the piss that filled my mouth. When everyone had
enough. I stayed there, in position. Aware of how I looked, naked ass
in the air, ass hole distended, bleeding and dripping with come. My
face hung low, my throat barely able to swallow and only tasting the
humiliating flavour of the piss I had drunk.
Mistress Green then commanded me to crawl to the nurse, Amy, and clean
her pussy and be her toilet. This at least did not feel as degrading.
Amy had a shaven cunt. Her skin was very white and the pussy lips a
strongly contrasting red. I feared that Mistress Benny had filled her
with spunk but her slit was just wet with her own juices. I used my
tongue as I had been taught to lick her clean. Licking along the
length of her pussy lips, pushing my tongue inside her vagina,
exploring under the hood for her clit.
When she sighed and lay back I took the cue, and fastening my mouth
over her, accepted her stream of piss. My mouth filled, and I had to
concentrate rally hard to swallow, in the end I was not sure how I
managed. Feeling sick, nauseous, in pain in my crotch and ass, I
kneeled on the floor at Mistress Green's feet.
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"There is one more person you need to satisfy Dick." Mistress
Green told me. Mistress Benny still has not fucked you enough. I
swallowed dpainfully, my dry throat not lubricated by the piss I had
drunk.
"Mistreess, I am ready to be fucked in the ass by Mistress
Benny Mistress." I was too exhausted to be more imaginative, and
waited for the inevitable diatribe for not showing the proper
enthusiasm. With more foreboding Mistress Green carried on.
"You must have noticed Dick, theat Benny is much more
passionate when you are suffering distress?" This is a rhetorical
question and I do not have time to agree to this steatment as she bids
us all go out to the car. I crawl at Misress Green's heels, and
everybody follows along. Making ribald comments at my expense,
complimenting or insulting my ass and demeanor.
When we reach the car I am told to bend over the hood, and I resignedly
do so, fully expecting to be fucked in the ass by Mistress Benny, but,
my expectations are changed when two of the officers are instructed to
hold me in place. I start to panic, and struggle, but the position is
not inducive to escape, and merely results in catcalls about my bottom
wriggling around.
Then I notice that Mistress Benny, wearing a leather glove has gathered
a handful of nettles and is advancing towards me with them brandished
like a whip. I immediately start struggling more earnestly, and futilely
begging for mercy, for anyone to stop this.
Mistress Benny takes her time, swinging the nettles back and forth. I
have a powerful fear of nettles since childhood, and the thought of
them being applied anywhere near my sensitive ass was horrifying.
Mistress Benny uses her other hand to stroke her enormous cock, fully
proud and erect, which was even gaining compliments from all the
gentlemen gathered around.
Finally I realised that my snivelling and crying was not going to have
any effect as she brushed the weeds lightly over my ass. The pain was
terrific. Different from the whippings and piercings and other
tortures that had been inflicted on me. It burnt like fire. Hot and
immediate, many of the nerve endings aflame with pain. I literally
screamed at the sensation, and each new swipe of the nettles increased
the volume until my throat was raw. Mistress Benny addressed my ass,
making sure that each centimeter was affected. The backs and insides
of my thighs too.
Worse was when she ran the nettles up between my legs. The leaves and
fronds pulling across my already painful balls, and then up my ass
crack over my abused anus.
The pain was intense, but not such that I passed out, but enough that
when Mistress Benny did eventually impale my ass on her cock, the
feeling was a continuation of the pain already inflicted.
I eventually ran out of breath and screams though the pain continued
with no apparent sign of releif. I slowly became aware of the pounding
in my ass, but only because my sphincter was extended so much by the
pounding cock of Mistress Benny. I barely noticed when she came and
poured her hot seed deep inside my body, and it was almost without
thought that I finally cleaned that magnificent cock.
After providing an evenings entertainment I was unceremoniously bundled
into the boot of Mistress Green's car. Hot stiffling, in pain and
desperate to relieve myself. I heard Mistress Green conversing
outside, but the words were indistinct and muffled that I could not
hear the intent. Finally the engine started, car doors slammed and we
drove off.
The trip back to what I imagined was Mistress Greens mansion seemed to
take longer than my brief escape. My body still hurt and burned. I
felt nauseous, bloated and ashamed. I felt the darkest despair,
realising that there was no way I could escape Misress Green without
expecting the same treatment if I were caught in the act.
Finally the car stopped and doors slammed, and I had at least the hope
of release from this uncomfortable confinement. But my hopes were in
vain, nobody came to release me and I waited in that dark cramped
space. My desire to pee mounted, and I was desparate, until finally I
could wait no longer and released the hot feotid stream over my body
and legs to pool beneath me in the boot of the car, spreading until my
face and hair were lying in the stinking pool. In my misery I slept.
Coming Soon.....Chapter 5
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