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Chapter 3
Another day, another room.
I spent the night half asleep and half awake, constantly shifting to try and find a comfortable position. It was a long night of torment and frustration. I eventually woke with a jump as the door of the cage was sprang open. I then felt the padlock holding my wrists to the cage being unlocked.
“Back up.” A voice ordered. It was one of the twins.
I followed the order. Taking baby steps back on my knees in the cramped cage, the plug in my ass still hummed powerfully. I could feel my erect dick sway, it felt very sore and tender from spending the whole night as solid as a rock. Once I was completely out of the cage I was grabbed under each arm and pulled to my feet. My joints were stiff and painful from the restrictive cage. Still blindfolded from the previous evening, I was led to a chair and made to sit. Ominously, I could feel a large hole in the base of the seat. My hands were freed and then the handcuffs reapplied with my arms behind my back. The blindfold was removed but I remained ring gagged and plugged. The twins followed the same morning procedure as yesterday. I was fed something that tasted like cold porridge and drank water. My fresh tongue piercing was still painful and caused me some problems in eating.
“Lift your ass up off the chair.”
I complied and finally the vibrating butt plug and harness was unlocked and removed. Even without the stimulation my cock remained semi-erect, as if it were making a protest at being aroused so long without orgasm.
My ass didn't stay empty for long, however, as soon as I was seated again something else was pushed in. It felt much smaller than the butt plug. Everything was happening behind me, out of my sight. I was startled to feel warm water start to flood into my ass through the inserted nozzle. I tried to look round at what was going on but felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Eyes in front, slave.”
More and more water flowed into me until I wasn't sure I could take any more. My stomach felt bloated. Eventually, pressure was released and it was a satisfying feeling to be drained of all that liquid. After the enema was over the infuriating plug and harness was inserted to my great discomfort. The twins job was apparently complete and they led me out of the room, down the hall, and into another room. With all the trips back and forth over the last few days I was completely disorientated and had no idea where the rooms I'd spent time in were in relation to each other.
I was pushed into another room, one I hadn't seen before. Mistress Savannah reclined in a luxurious leather chair in the corner. She was adorned in thigh-high latex boots and a black and pink matching mini-skirt and bra. She was casually reading a book and didn't even acknowledge my entrance. In the center of the room I noticed two metal rings bolted to the floor, about two feet apart. Above them a metal chain hung down from the ceiling. The twins ushered me towards the bolts and made me stand over them. They produced two metal ankle cuffs from the back of the room and locked my ankles securely to the floor. My hands, which were handcuffed behind me, were released. A twin held on to each wrist with a firm grip until the handcuffs were locked in front of me again. They lifted my arms up and looped the chain between the handcuffs over a hook on the end of the chain hanging from the ceiling. One of them went to a lever on the wall to my left, with a clicking noise the chain above me was winched up taking my arms with it. The winch only stopped when I was on my tip toes, there was just enough give in the ankle cuffs to achieve this, my arms stretched as far as they would go, toes and shoulders aching under the strain. Mistress Savannah still paid me no attention, casually leafing through the pages of her book.
I was unable to move a muscle as the sexy, blonde twin in front of me took hold of my semi-erect cock and pumped it to full mast. Pre-cum drooling from the head and pooling on the floor between my legs.
“He's ready Mistress.” She called.
Mistress Savannah finally put down her book and approached menacingly, surveying my taut, naked body. The blonde in front of me moved aside so the two of them stood on either side of me. They stood to attention as Mistress inspected me. She stood inches in front of my face. Her hands started caressing my hair before moving down my chest, tweaking my sore, pierced nipples on the way. She crouched, her face just inches from the bulbous head of my rigid cock. She slapped it hard and watched as it flopped from side to side.
“Is it getting to you yet?” She asked.
I looked down at her with pleading eyes.
“The teasing and denial, I mean. That plug buzzing away at your vulnerable prostate. Must be so, so frustrating.” She said feigning sympathy.
“Let me explain what's going to happen today, slave. Because I know you must be wondering. You are going to cum, eventually, you'll be relieved to hear. And when you do so, you will beg to consume every drop of your ejaculate.”
She smiled and cupped my swollen, hairless balls. Rolling each of them between her thumb and index finger, pressing harder and harder until I winced in pain and yelped through the ring gag.
“Yes, you're going to get quite the taste for it this week my cum-drinking whore. But before that I have some fun planned. A little test of mental strength, shall we say. My two associates here are going to play with you. Do things to you that will make you feel like you're in heaven, and keep you teetering on the edge of blowing this load. But you alone are responsible for making sure you come back from that edge, and these balls of mine stay full of jizz until I give you permission to empty them. I repeat, under no circumstances, do you cum without permission, slave. And if you do...”
She flicked the ring that pierced my scrotum and I squealed as I realized how sensitive it still was.
“Then I will clip weights to this precious ring here, until they are heavy enough to rip it straight off. The ring is thick enough and strong enough to tear a hole in your scrotum. Then I'll grab hold of what's left of your precious testicles, and crush them until they're as useless as the rest of you.”
I quivered nervously as I contemplated such agony. Mistress Savannah rose to her feet and stroked my chin patronizingly.
“So don't lose your head darling, or you may lose your balls.” The twins, either side of me, laughed at her joke.
She turned on her heels and returned to the leather chair. Once again picking up the book and reading without a care in the world.
“Proceed!” She shouted.
The twin to my left fell to her knees and positioned herself in front of me. I looked down at her, mesmerized by her appearance. Her blonde hair was in pigtails today, tied with little pink ribbons. Cherry red lipstick adorned her luscious lips. Her breasts were barely contained in a lacy, black bra. She looked up at me innocently and fluttered her eyelashes. Leaning forward, she grasped my cock with a firm hand around the base and smiled seductively. She licked the underside of my shaft from base to tip, then back down. Then she stroked me with both hands. Long, slow, methodical strokes, driving me wild. She took one ball in her mouth and sucked, then the other, biting a little bit to show me she was in control. I groaned and looked up at the ceiling as I felt an orgasm nearing. The butt plug vibrated relentlessly. My attempt to push it out was easily resisted by the leather harness. It was so big, and lodged so deep.
Meanwhile, my admirer licked my scrotum lovingly, still pumping away on my cock. She took the piercing in her mouth and I grunted in pain. Her tongue flicked it playfully and I grunted again, louder this time. Sticking her tongue through the ring she pulled it further into her mouth and moved her head backwards. I tottered forward on my tip toes, trying to relieve the pressure as searing pain shot across my ball-sack. My cock was still being pumped towards its fatal orgasm. The pre-cum it leaked only provided lubrication and increased pleasure. I found myself trying to concentrate on the pain, and stay the fire burning within my dick. She released the piercing and I stepped back to my original position, the pain subsided. She blew me a sweet kiss and went in for the kill. Her hands increasing rate. Pumping faster and faster. I shook my head vigorously, I was losing the battle. Just as I was about to climax she slowed her stroking and almost stopped, keeping me from going over the edge. I looked over at Mistress Savannah. She was still fixed on her book, oblivious to the situation. She paused to pick up a glass of wine and sip it. My tormentor restarted the hand job, deciding I'd had enough time to cool down. She jacked away mercilessly as I tried to imagine what my scrotum would look like ripped open. Blood gushing everywhere, naked testicles dangling through a hole. Anything to take my mind off the pleasure shooting through my cock, and my testicles getting ready to produce a massive load of semen, perhaps the last they ever would. But it didn't work and I neared the brink again, screaming into my gag for her to slow down and give me a chance, pleading with my eyes. She stopped without a second to spare, removing her hands from my cock completely. I watched as it twitched in the air, praying I stayed on the right side of orgasm. The sensation ceased. I managed to hold back the cum. Sighing in relief, my breath was short and fast, beads of sweat formed from the exertion.
She resumed stimulating me, barely taking a break. This pattern continued for some time. Whenever I was on the edge she stopped, just to start again a few minutes later. I drifted in to some sort of trance, I don't know how long passed, an hour or two I guess. An hour or two of half pleasure, and half agony. Mistress Savannah managed to get through a few chapters of her book, and a few glasses of wine. Enjoying the sound of my struggle to keep my balls.
Once the blonde had stopped for longer than usual between sessions I looked down, snapping back to reality. She smiled sweetly and gave me a wink, before getting up and standing back by my side. Without her stimulation of my cock I had time to consider my other body parts. My shoulders ached and felt as though they were ready to come out of their sockets, the handcuffs dug into the tender flesh of my wrists, my toes shook through exertion of supporting most of my body weight. My balls ached from hours of constant arousal. If I tried to lower myself to relieve the pain in my toes, my shoulders screamed in protest. And if I tried to raise myself to relieve the pain in my shoulders, it was vice versa.
The noise of footsteps snapped me back to my current situation. The second blonde appeared, dressed identically to her companion. She knelt in front of me in the same position, unhooking her lace bra as she did so. Her bare breasts sprang forward. She wiggled her torso and they swayed from side to side like jello. My god they were beautiful tits. I'd never seen such a pair in real life. She moved forward and placed a breast on either side of my erect dick, pressing them together with her hands. She really had no mercy as she moved up and down, titty fucking me. Up and down, up and down. The head of my cock poked out between her gorgeous tits at the bottom of every thrust. She kissed it each time it appeared, leaving cherry red lip marks, giggling at my predicament. Her breasts became sticky with the pre-cum which I still leaked. I actually began to cry as this went on. It was an experience most men would give their right arm for but it was nothing but torture for me. I felt that urge growing inside me once again. Starting at the tip of the vibrating butt plug, bubbling up in my balls, threatening to explode through my cock like a firecracker, spewing forth gallons of thick cum. It was too much, it was all over, the blonde showed no signs of letting up. I resigned myself to experiencing the last orgasm of my life, but surely the best, such a confusing cocktail of emotions. I screamed a deep, primitive scream. As if the last of my manhood was escaping through my throat. But as I could just about feel the cum start to pump out of my testicles the pressure subsided, the tits were withdrawn. I was almost disappointed at the denial, as crazy as it sounds. Left hanging on the brink of ecstasy yet again. It felt almost as bad as having my ball-sack ripped open. I looked down to see her smile cruelly, wagging a finger left and right. 'No, no, no' she mouthed.
I hung limply in my bondage, my head down, my breath coming in short gasps, every bit of resolve depleted. Mistress Savannah approached. She took me by the hair and raised my exhausted head so my eyes met hers.
“Do you see how easily a man can be controlled through his cock? Reduced to a quivering, crying wreck. Made to feel pure pleasure or mind-consuming frustration. You really are pathetic creatures. Are you ready to beg for permission to cum?”
I nodded weakly. She unbuckled the ring gag and threw it to the floor.
“Please.” I gasped. “Let me cum, Mistress. I'll do anything! I'll drink every last drop. I promise you!”
“Like you would have any choice in the matter!” She laughed heartily. “Exactly how badly do you want to cum?”
“More than anything in the world Mistress. I beg of you, please have mercy, please grant me release.”
“Perhaps if you tell me what a whore you are, I might let you cum.” She smiled evilly, enjoying the moment.
“I'm a whore Mistress. I'm your whore. I'm nothing but your cock-sucking little cum slut, for you to play with whenever you want. Do anything you want to. I am not a person, I am a mere possession!” I screamed. Eyes wide and wild, sheer desperation in my voice.
She picked the ring gag back up and buckled it securely behind my head again.
“Enough! Milk him.” She ordered, turning to sit down.
“Yes Mistress!” The twins gleefully replied in unison.
The twin kneeling in front of me put her hand between my legs, reaching for the base of the plug. With a click the vibrations stopped. It felt strange to be without the sensation after such a long period. The twin standing beside me left my vision and returned moments later holding a tube of cream of some description, a condom and a clear, latex, medical glove. She passed the items to her kneeling accomplice. The glove went on her right hand with a snap. The condom was opened with her teeth and slid over my engorged, throbbing cock. I relaxed, anticipating the massive pleasure to come. She squeezed a large blob of clear liquid, presumably lubricant, from the tube onto the gloved hand. Shuffling forward on her knees, she took hold of my penis, smearing it with cool, slick liquid. I closed my eyes as I felt the beginnings of another hand job. This one would be worth whatever torment was to follow, I was sure of it. But as she continued to stroke something unusual happened. The initial coolness of the lubricant wasn't subsiding, in fact it was increasing. My cock was feeling more and more numb as she persisted. I looked down at her, confused at being robbed of sensation. While stroking me with one hand she picked up the tube with the other and showed it to me. It read 'Extreme Desensitizing Lubricant'. I protested furiously behind the ring gag but the result was unintelligible moans. I had no effort left to further resist the hand job or fight the strict bondage. I could see her pumping furiously on my dick, but I felt almost nothing, certainly nowhere near the pleasure I had experienced earlier.
I whimpered pathetically as I saw my orgasm begin. Except it was like it was happening to someone else, some other frustrated but lucky slave. My cock convulsed and the condom quickly filled with glorious milky liquid. It was coming in great spurts, again and again. After ten seconds or so it was over. The condom was so full that the blonde had to grip it firmly at the base of my dick to stop the cum from bursting out. No doubt, it was the largest load I'd ever seen. Clearly, a whole night and day of teasing was not without affect. She slipped the condom off carefully, not spilling a drop. It was about three quarters full. Mistress Savannah looked over at the prize with a smile.
“Very good girls. Prepare the dildo.”
“Yes Mistress.”
The twin holding the condom turned and left the room. The girl who remained released my ankles from the bolts in the floor. She then walked over to the lever that controlled the winch and pushed it down sharply. Instead of being lowered gently the chain went in to free fall as I crashed to the floor. My aching joints throbbed painfully as I landed on my knees and fell backwards onto my back, exhausted. I shifted position to my side, trying to get comfortable. I had no energy to even stand. I heard the door open and found the strength to raise my head and look over my shoulder as the twin entered. She carried a jaw-dropping strapon. Just under three inches in girth, at least ten in length. It was black in color and looked big enough to beat a man to death with. Mistress Savannah stood as the twin approached. I watched in awe as the twin deftly unscrewed the base of the dildo and poured the contents of the condom into it. After screwing it back together she knelt at Mistress Savannah's feet and placed the harness connected to the dildo on the floor. Mistress stepped into it and the twin raised it up her thighs and around her hips. She tightened the buckles, making sure the strapon was fitted securely. Once her job was complete she stood at the side of the room with her companion, ready to watch the show.
Mistress Savannah sat back down on the leather chair, perched on the edge.
“Here.” She clicked her fingers at her feet.
I shuffled slowly and painfully towards her, on my knees and my handcuffed together arms. Leaving a trail of drool behind me from the ring gag. My spent, flaccid cock dangled uselessly. She spread her legs wide as I advanced, the strapon jutting forward absurdly. I knelt at her feet and looked up into her beautiful and cruel face. She reached behind me and removed the gag. I flexed my painful jaw now that my mouth was free.
“This is the showpiece. I hope you have enough energy for a good performance, slut.”
She reached down and grabbed my throat, choking me, cutting off my oxygen.
“Because if you don't do a good job I won't think twice about suspending you from that chain again and getting my weights out. Do you know what I mean?”
I spluttered, unable to speak. She towered above me from her position, looking at me like I was a bug under her shoe, a bug she could crush at any moment.
“Now suck my cock you worthless whore.”
She released her grip and I fell to the floor coughing and gasping for air. I immediately leaped up to my knees, summoning the strength from somewhere, and took the thick dildo in my mouth. She placed both hands on the back of my head and pushed me down the length of her rubber dick. I was too drained to resist as she forced me to deepthroat her.
“You know what I'm doing to you now is the exact reversal of what happened that night we first met. Back then you thought you were a big man and you could do what you liked. You thought I should bow down to you if you got your cock out and waved it around.” She lectured.
I felt her cock all the way down my throat but I still only had two thirds of it in. I listened to her tale as every muscle in my body screamed for oxygen. It seemed like a life time ago.
“You thought you could oppress and dominate me with your masculinity didn't you? But it's gone now. Did you ever imagine, in your wildest dreams, that I would take it by force and crush it so easily beneath my stiletto heel?”
She let me pull away and come up for air. I wished I had never ran in to her that night. That I could wake up and all this would be a terrible nightmare. I wished my balls and cock were still covered in thick pubic hair and my nipples didn't have holes punched through them. But most of all I wished I wasn't about to be forced to eat my own cum for the second time in three days. She pushed my head back down and I took the strapon in my mouth. The only way to avoid choking to death on her huge strapon was to finish the job like a good whore. I sucked and felt a small spurt of my own cum land on my tongue. I swallowed it and sucked harder, my tongue was still slightly swollen and irritated from the metal bar that pierced it but I managed to extract more of the salty, disgusting seed. Before long I was milking my load from the dildo in a steady stream. Mistress forcing me into a deepthroat whenever she felt like I was waning in my efforts. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the girls playing with each other. They were in a fierce embrace, kissing passionately, breasts pressing together. Clearly enjoying the occasion. Mistress Savannah slapped me hard across the face.
“Look at me you cocksucking slut!”
My face reddened with humiliation as I looked up at Mistress and she forced her black, veined, rubber dong down my throat for the umpteenth time. When she released me again I sucked on the cock but there was no cum left. I grunted to signal that it was empty as Mistress kept a vice-like grip on my head. She continued to rape my mouth for what seemed like an eternity before pushing me back off the dildo and grabbing my cheeks, forcing my mouth open to inspect inside.
“Very good job. There's still plenty of time for me to make a good whore out of you yet. Now, lick my cock clean.”
Although it was empty inside the strapon was smeared with my semen. Glistening in the light. I lapped at it, cleaning every inch, from head to base. Once it was spotless she shoved me to the floor.
“Four days to go of our week-long, relaxing vacation. I'll see you tomorrow, bitch.”
She turned to face the blondes.
“Turn his plug back on and put him to bed in the cage.”
She strode out of the room, strapon bobbing as she went. I collapsed to the floor, weary and broken. And there was still four days to go.
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