Ex Spectimum
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Chapter One – Captured
There are those who will say that I had it all coming to me. I can see, to some extent, why they might say that – but surely not to the degree that they took it.
My name is Andrew Porter and I’m a columnist – one of those people who are paid to say what everyone else is thinking – or would like to think. I worked for a large re-top national daily paper; one with a smaller circulation that had yet to believe that pictures of pretty girls showing off their tits was anything other than a selling point.
My column revelled in airing all of the non-PC points of view in Porter’s House – an imaginary enclave where women were treated as airheads and bimbos only fit for three things – kitchen work, house work and bed work.
I was very proud of my most recent offerings which had filled my email inbox with congratulatory emails from men throughout the country. It was a series called “Why women are subservient” and the latest article had suggested that a perfect world would stop women from talking and train them using, not the National Curriculum, but the Kama Sutra. They would, I suggested, best serve mankind if they were chained to their bedposts and willing to carry out any tasks their male masters asked of them. I went as far to say that those who didn’t should be made an example of and that appropriate punishments be dreamed up (I didn’t specify what – that was left to the reader’s imagination) to humiliate them into doing as they were told.
I also write for a “private” magazine Frolics and am responsible for a monthly piece on the best ways of fulfilling fantasies. It covered where to buy the necessary paraphernalia and some suggestions on role play. The latest showed men how they could arrange a Roman orgy with their wives and girlfriends acting as sex-slaves. All a bit of harmless fun and titillation (as well as a useful little earner for me).
All a bit of harmless fun, I thought – some people, apparently, didn’t see it that way.
It was Friday night and I was about to return home after giving a talk to a men’s club jokingly entitled “Why I didn’t stop beating my wife”.
My car drew up, I got in and off we went. I noticed that it was a woman driver – but I’ve had chauffeuses (in more ways than one) before now. She was wearing the usual peaked cap and had on a dark body-hugging suit that did not leave her shape to the imagination. I thought that I might try to chat this one up as she was a foxy-looking wench with small dark features and a body your hands just wanted to take a stroll around.
“Evening, dear, what’s your name?” I asked from the back seat.
In answer the partition drew across and I was part way through thinking, “We’ve got a frigid one here...” when I was aware of some white smoke on my side of the glass. Before I could properly think about it I went out like a light.
When I came to I was aware of several things at once. Firstly how bright the lights in my face were and that they were preventing me for seeing anything else.
Secondly by the fact that I was vertical.
Thirdly that neither my arms nor my legs would move and I appeared to be spread-eagled. I was attached by wrist and ankle cuffs to a rectangular frame.
Fourthly that I was wearing only my Y fronts.
I seemed to be attached in an X-shaped position in some sort of freezing cold basement.
“What...what...Where am I?”
“Be quiet!” an authoritative voice rang out. A shape became discernible in front of the lights – it was the chauffeuse – still wearing her peaked cap, tight suit straining to keep in a magnificent pair of knockers and leather gloves. “You will speak as and when you are told to.”
Another female voice from beyond the lights, sounding slightly metallic (as if it were being relayed through a speaker system) said, “You, Andrew Porter, have been brought here to be tried for crimes against women. We will try you and, if found guilty...”
There was an interruption another unseen woman saying, “If? What does she mean, if?”
The tinny judge-like voice resumed, “...if you are found guilty you will be punished appropriately.”
“Who are you, what’s going on? Let me down.”
The Chauffeuse came forward, “My, my, we are pushy.” She gave a well-aimed kick between my legs and my balls felt like they had just exploded – I screamed. “Now, be a good boy and shut the fuck up until you are told to talk – there’s plenty more where that came from.”
My eyes were streaming, my hands dying to massage my balls and protect them from another onslaught as I felt that familiar sickening feeling that goes with a blow to the bollocks. Discretion being the better part of valour I said no more.
“Thank you, Selina,” the Judge voice started again. “If you want this to take much longer and be more painful than it need be, just keep interrupting. Now – the case for the prosecution.”
A tall willowy girl with short brown hair and glasses came into the light. She wore a grey pleated skirt and black jumper that emphasised the two neat mounds of her tiny breasts. “M’lady,” she began, “The prisoner before us is accused of wanton and brazen sexism and of stirring up other men to express outdated and cruel attitudes towards women. Moreover, his actions have incited other men to behaviours that degrade women through his column in daily papers and so–called “girlie” websites.
“I will not give too much detail as I’m sure the court is aware of contents of Mr Porter’s writing. Suffice it to say that in his general attitude to women he has acted unreasonably and has treated us like sex objects instead of people using caricatures to represent all females.
“However his worst writings have been his most recent ones concerning the use of sado-masochistic behaviours in place of sex. I’m not sure how useful airing his distasteful views will be – but, for the record some details will be needed.”
Murmurs of assent came from behind those lights. My balls were feeling no better but the nausea was beginning to pass.
“Miss McCoy, do not spare us the details of his depravity,” the Judge said, “Read it all so that we can properly decide the prisoner’s fate.”
“I’m not a prisoner!” I protested.
There was clearly a smile in the Judge’s voice as she retorted, “Well, off you go then, goodbye.”
“I can’t, you’ve tied me up!”
“Well you must be our prisoner then. Continue Miss McCoy.”
“Thank you, M’lady. Let me use one example from January’s pages of Frolic. I will read...”
Chapter Two - The case
She cleared her throat and held up some printed pages which she proceeded to read. I soon recognised it as a piece I was quite proud of and about which I’d received a lot of mail.
“Judy is put through her paces. If you’ve always had fantasies about really having your way with your woman why not try the crucifixion-with-tit-and-cunt torture scenario that I tried out recently? Let me tell you how I dealt with Judy – previous readers will remember that she is a big girl (in all the right places) so there was plenty of scope for manoeuvre. Firstly I acquired a wooden beam to attach to her arms which worked excellently – but a floor plank or even a couple of broom hands would do. I tied her arms so they were stretched out wide – she found this particularly debilitating – then made sure that the cross bar was attached to something to stop her wandering about. If you don’t have access to appropriate eye-holes in the ceiling (as I used) try using a post, or a wardrobe or door frame.
“Now that Judy was totally in my power I needed to strip her naked. You need to take your time over this bit to properly emphasise the humiliation she needs to feel. If you can afford to lose the clothes this is best done by slicing what she is wearing down the front. Judy was wearing some eminently disposable clothing and I cut the bra can be cut in the middle to let her not inconsiderable tits out. Again you should linger over this part (she won’t be able to stop you – and, deep down, she’ll love every minute of it) so give those breasts a good kneading – you might want to employ ice or clothes pegs to enhance this part depending on how much time you’ve got. I prefer bulldog clips as they bite much more deeply that the average clothes peg.
“Next it’s the knickers – two snips at the side revealed her neatly trimmed cunt ready for teasing. Don’t get carried away and start fucking too soon. She needs winding up first with a few foreign objects. Favourites are vegetables (such as carrots, cucumbers etc) or, one of my favourites, a lighted candle as it can be fun to watch her squirm as the flame gets closer to her pubes.”
I was beginning to relive the situation that I had described so graphically. It didn’t help that Miss McCoy was reading this is a seductive dark voice. The long and the short of it was that my dick began to react to the words. I imagined myself watching Miss McCoy (for want of another immediate role model) tied with her pert little tits looking red from the kneading they’d just had and with a large household candle stuck out of her dark cunt like a hard-on.
The yellow flame was licking dangerously close to her short brown pubic hairs....
“He’s getting an erection, for God’s sake!” Selina yelled from behind the lights.
Miss McCoy stopped reading and looked down at my growing manhood which was making itself known under my pants.
The Judge’s voice broke in, “Oh, dear, you’re really going to regret that, young man.” Then to someone I couldn’t see. “You’d better release it.”
I sighed with relief – they’d seen sense and were going to get me off this contraption and let me go home.
Selina came back into view carrying a large pair of scissors.
She pointed them directly at my privates and opened them as if she was about to castrate me there and then.
At the last moment they veered first to right and then left to snip the sides of my only remaining clothing. The back part fell from my backside so they ended up dangling from my erection.
“That’s disgusting, M’lady. His hard-on is holding them in place.”
“Well, set fire to them, then.”
The very thought of the heat that would be produced as my underwear burned around my wedding tackle was enough to dampen my ardour. My prick shrank as if it had been immersed in ice-cold water and the offending item fell to the floor. However I was now standing, spread-eagled and stark bollock-naked, in front of a number of strange women. I could see both Selina and Miss McCoy staring at my prick – their attention was all it needed to raise its flagging spirits and start to rise once more.
Selina raised a gloved hand and swiped with all her force sideways at my cock sending it slapping against my side with enough force to spring almost to hit my other side. “Do you want to feel my boot in your balls again?” she asked with just a little bit more glee than I liked.
“N.n.no,” I stuttered.
“Then lose that erection.”
I don’t know about other men but I don’t have complete control over my dick – certainly not to the extent of telling it to “sit.” However the thought of my balls having to suffer another onslaught was enough for my blood to run cold and the hard-on to subside a little. The icy cold of the cellar also helped it on its way.
“Now we have some order back,” the Judge mechanical voice intoned, “Let’s get back to the prosecution’s case. Miss McCoy.” Selina melted back into the lights and I was left with Miss McCoy.
“M’lady. I will continue with the defendant’s latest unacceptable offering in Frolics.
“So, now Judy was totally naked and at my mercy so I could start to introduce some real discomfort and pain. To do this you will need a pin paddle. If you are not sure what one of these is it is a bat with one flat side and the other with large pins stuck out. (DIY tip: for mine I took a table tennis bat, used one side as a paddle for smacking, and hammered very sharp nails through to the other side.)
“Using the flat of the paddle smack her tits at the sides. Judy’s wobbled quite alarmingly as they were struck, first left and then right. A heavy rain of blows delivered to each tit in turn will bring the colour out in them. I was able to offer further ministrations to her lovely round arse – try to not miss this opportunity if it is available (this will depend on how sophisticated your crucifixion has been).
“Now that the warm up had been completed we came to the fun part. I held the paddle vertically with the nails uppermost just below the line of her tits. Then I lifted her right tit and dropped it onto the paddle. The shock of numerous nails being rammed into the soft titty tissue made her squeak and her eyes water. I then repeated the exercise with the other mammary – pausing beforehand increases the suspense as she knows what is coming – but not when. This should be repeated several times – it will produce both tears and blood without doing any real damage.
“This is much more satisfying with big-breasted women like Judy – hers landed with a very satisfying smack on the nails every time. However a variation can be used with the less well endowed (or perkier) titted – a few playful taps with the sharp side of the paddle full on to the tits can have as much effect in terms of squeals and blood – and has the added advantage of attacking the entire breast, including nipples.”
Miss McCoy paused and looked particularly irritated by the last passage – I assumed she was considering how she would feel with the full on paddle treatment. The idea drew unwarranted pictures in my mind involving a carefully trussed Miss McCoy that I had to clear for fear that my errant cock might give the game away.
“Continue, Miss McCoy.” It may have been my imagination but I was sure I heard an element of breathlessness in the Judge’s voice that had not been there before – although it was difficult to tell through the slight interference. Was she getting turned on by the descriptions?
“Yes, M’lady.
“For the next part you will need: two mousetraps (I mounted each of mine on a four foot pole so that they stood independently) and a toilet brush. I made sure that Judy was aware that the traps were going to be sprung on her tits.
"Preparation is important – I had to slightly bend the killing arms on the mousetraps so that, when they sprang, the trap would probably break a mouse's neck but would not decapitate it.
“I told Judy how I was going to rest one breast on each trap and pointed out that that the springs were very sensitive (rather like her tits) – the slightest movement would set them off. Make sure that she is aware that whilst her breasts are sitting on its trap she will need to keep very still to avoid setting them off – and that you will be doing something else to her whilst they are resting there.
“A little false hope goes a long way – so tell her that if she can keep perfectly still while you do the next bit she can avoid the traps because you will take them away.
“I carefully placed each luscious tit on the sprung traps. (Clearly this works best with ladies with a decent rack – less well-endowed girls do not offer as much room for fun – but these games can be applied to them with a little bit of modification.) Pull back the killing arms and set the triggers – hold onto each killing arm whilst you are doing this – it would not do to have the traps go off before she’s had time to see her nipples resting on the little boards and appreciate that she will cause their being triggered. It is quite useful to make sure one trap goes off prematurely with a loud snap before her mammaries are close to it so she can see that they do work and imagine what the pain would be like if, or when, they go off.
“Then I took the toilet brush let her see its size and feel how sharp the bristles were by passing it across her face. I told her that she had been a dirty little girl and that, before I could fuck her silly, which I knew she wanted, I had to be sure that I was putting my precious dick an a clean cunt. Therefore I was going to scour it out first. I reminded her of the importance of keeping perfectly still.
“Don’t rush this bit. Part of the beauty of all torture is that the victim should know what is about to happen but not be sure how much it will hurt or when it will happen. The exquisite suspense of anticipated pain.
“I would like to draw the judge’s attention to this phrase, “The exquisite suspense of anticipated pain” and ask them to consider for whom it is exquisite.
“I’ll continue:
“Part of the beauty of all torture is that the victim should know what is about to happen but not be sure how much it will hurt or when it will happen. The exquisite suspense of anticipated pain. It is not enough to suffer pain – the victim must also experience the fear of when the pain will occur. Always explain what is going to happen – but never let her quite know when.
“I applied the head of the brush against her pussy and rubbed it up and down gently. So far she managed to keep still, though she did moan a little. I then pushed it between her cunt lips turning it slightly as I did so. With Judy it went in first time – she has a good sized cunt, but you may need to add a lubricant to the brush to ease its initial entry if your girl has a tighter pussy. I then pushed it in far enough for the head to disappear and twisted the brush so she could feel the bristles inside her cunt. I started to turn the brush and move it in and out to give maximum chafing.
“It was at this point that Judy lost her composure, wriggled and caused the left mousetrap to fly shut on the end of her tit with a very rewarding splat-like sound – though it was difficult to make out over her scream of pain and surprise. The effect of that was the right one also triggered and she was left with two mousetraps firmly attached to her nipples – and a line-mark bruise that would not disappear for a couple of weeks.
“It will vary from girl to girl how long she can manage before she makes some movement that will set off one of the traps. Certainly the shock of the one going off should be enough to make her spasm and cause the second to be triggered.
“I had to give her half an hour to get over the shock before I returned to the administering the cunt cleaning. You could offer to re-set the traps while you finish the brushing out her cunt if the effect was disappointing – I found that it worked so well with Judy I didn’t need to do it twice.. The brush can be left in place with the head up her pussy and moved about during the latter parts of the torture session for added enjoyment – the handle will remain stuck out in front as if she has her own hard-on.
“The time then came to appear to be her friend and saviour. I removed the mousetraps. I sympathised with her. I massaged her bruised tits – I even kissed them better. I told her it was nearly over and then produce the items required for the last part: ice, two large safety pins; boiling water; a length of light chain (such as sink plug chain) and weights that can be hung from the chain.
“Do not explain what you are going to do – let her try to imagine. I didn’t need to tell Judy – she was there ahead of me, but she didn’t know the detail. As she hung there, tits sore and still slightly bloody and with a loo brush stuck in her pussy she will knew that the pins are going to be stuck somewhere painful.
“I rubbed the ice onto her right nipple until it is as big as it can be (and Judy’s can grow to a good size) – the ice adds a level of numbness to the end of the nipple. After dipping one of the pins into boiling water I carefully pressed it against the side of her nipple, just enough for her to feel how sharp it was. It was at this point that I explained that I was about to pierce her nipples and that it would hurt.
“A steady hand is needed for the next part when you will hold the end of the nipple between two fingers of one hand, pull it as tightly as possible and then push the pin through the flesh.
“She will scream – Judy cried – do not be put off, the end result will be worth it. Once the pin is through the nipple, close the end of it. You can now explain that you are going to do the same to the other nipple – but not for a little while.
“This is a good time for a break of five minutes to half an hour. I managed to make this bit last a while by asking her if she was ready for the second piercing. She said no each time. After a while I said I was going to do it anyway. I repeated the exercise, taking my time over the early stages to increase her anticipation and dread of what was to follow.
“Just as I was about to press the needle into her flesh I stopped, put it down and took her nipple in my mouth. I rolled it about and sucked it and then teased it with my tongue until it was really firm and hard. Then I plunged the pin through it – the shock was one that she had not expected but it had the desired effect of attaching the second pin.
“Once both nipples had been pinned I attached the chain to them and add small weights (you need to be very careful not to add too much weight otherwise the pin will be pulled out of the flesh). You might want to remind her of this.
“So you now have a very painful lady, her tits are bleeding from the pins, her cunt is full of toilet brush and her nipples are screaming at her because of the weights hanging from the pins though them.
“I made sure that Judy stayed in this position for two hours – by the end, when I finally cut her down she ached too much to be able to move. And I insisted that he brush remained where it was and the chain. In fact she kept the chain on for the following week.
“All in all, a very successful session. Happy hurting!”
Miss McCoy slowly placed the papers down and walked over to where I was fastened to the X shaped cross. I could smell her faint perfume and hair shampoo as she stood only an inch or so from me. I could feel a familiar stirring that I’d been fighting against throughout the last part of the description.
“Guilt is undeniable, M’lady. The prosecution rests its case.”
As Miss McCoy disappeared behind the lights the Judge’s voice came back, “Have you anything to say, Andrew Porter?”
Chapter Two – A stinging rebuke
“How about, ‘Let me down’?” I asked.
“Very droll. Are you guilty of inciting men to be violent to women?”
“No, I’m not. You’ve deliberately ignored the bit about consenting adults and the piece about having safe words. It’s just a game.”
“Just a game!” exploded Miss McCoy. “There’s blood and pain and damage, quite apart from the degradation involved.”
“People like doing these things – they get a kick out of it and it’s agreed beforehand.”
“No sensible person would do this.”
“You’d be surprised what goes on behind closed doors and curtains.”
“Not in my house – I’d not let my lover tie me up, beat me, stick sharp objects up my, my er, genital region. Nor would I have anyone slapping my breasts or piercing my nipples.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing out on then,” I retorted. “You’d look good trussed up with a candle stuck out your cunt.” I’d said it before I meant to. What’s more the idea had formed a very interesting picture of the ice maiden with her pale, pale skin at my mercy with her tiny tits glowing from a good smacking and the smallest hint of punctures around her pert little pink areolas.
Unfortunately the picture reached my prick and it started to rise once more. I had a sudden picture of Miss McCoy being so taken with my hard on that she fell to her knees to suck me off. I could imagine her hard lips around the shaft of my dick and her little brown head bobbing back and forth as she sucked me to a climax.
“I don’t believe it...” Her words interrupted my reverie. “He’s excited himself again – it’s disgusting! M’lady I call for the stinger to keep the prisoner in order!”
“Request approved. Miss Jackson, fetch the stinger.”
“With pleasure, M’lady.” Selina came back into the lighted area carrying a small contraption that looked like a gravy boat saucer with a lid and a short pole attached to one end and a stand. She came right up to me and bent down so that her face was directly in line, only inches away, from my throbbing manhood. My dick had reached its largest proportion – the foreskin fully retracted and the knob-end uncovered in preparation for a good fucking. As she bent close to my pulsating prick she looked up and smiled – but it wasn’t a nice smile.
She offered up the covered saucer in line with my dick, the pole being fed between my legs just brushing my balls which sent a tingle of electricity through my already excited organs. The stand would have stood just behind me. At the end of my dick I could see some pre-cum forming slicking the eye-hole – I’m sure it was anticipating some action from the beauty only inches away.
The cover on this dish was sitting directly under my erection – only a few centimetres below it.
Selina looked up gave that smile again and then removed the cover – the saucer was full of stinging nettle leaves.
“We’ll test your manhood,” the Judge said, “As long as you can keep the erection you’ll be fine – as soon as it subsides your penis will fall into the stinging nettles. It may dissuade you from lascivious thoughts during the rest of this trial.”
Selina stepped away – obviously to give everyone else (however many there were behind those damned lights) a better view.
I looked down at my cock and the vicious looking stinging nettles immediately below it.
“The exquisite suspense of anticipated pain,” Miss McCoy quoted my words with clear malice.
I sweated. I tried to think of the most arousing things I could. I pictured Selina and Miss McCoy rolling about on the floor in a 69 panting and writhing in a lesbian frenzy. (I think I’d decided they must all be lesbians – the sort that hate men.)
That worked for a short while – but I needed more stimulation. I tried to think of what Selina would look like naked and imagined myself with her large breasts either side of my face and my prick buried deep in her cunt. I thought of the sounds she would make as we fucked, “Oh, yes, more, more. Fuck me harder! I’m going to cum. Empty your load all over my tits. Let me lick every last drop off your dick. I want to feel the weight of your balls and roll them around in my mouth...”
It was working well – but I knew that there was an inevitability that this had to finish and the pain was waiting. The women did not seem to be in a hurry. Selina had vanished again but Miss McCoy was positively licking her lips in anticipation of my imminent pain.
My dick quivered – I sweated – I felt the pressure in it start to relax – and realised with a shock that the sensitive hood was going to nose dive into the nettle leaves. I tried pulling on the muscles, but that was a mistake, my dick lunged up and then straight down into the cruel foliage.
I felt needles of pain shoot through the end of my prick causing it to jump up as I gave a howl of shock. I had to concentrate on preventing it from happening again – but common sense told me I couldn’t maintain an erection indefinitely. Maybe if I could just keep it up long enough they’d lose interest and remove the angry green leaves.
I concentrated on a slow mental story to keep up my flagging spirits – as it were.
The invisible women all started coming forward. About ten raging beauties. They were all stark naked. The judge with her long blonde hair falling over her ripe tits had one finger in her cunt as she approached (it didn’t hurt to have the best so long as you were making it up).
“Now then, Andrew, we’ve had our bit of fun – it’s time for yours. Come on, ladies; let’s give Andrew an experience he’ll never forget...”
It was working – my hard-on raised itself once more and I managed to forget the one little bit of discomfort.
The judge removed her slicked finger from her fanny and slowly licked it with long languorous movements of her tongue. “Would you like me to do this with your dick?”
I nodded. Two of the other girls, one black and one oriental (why not add a bit of variety?) came forward and one went to each of my feet. I felt their tongues slowly licking up my legs. Two others were exploring each others’ breasts and playing with their nipples. I felt hands come from behind me and slowly start to run their fingers down from my outstretched arms.
I anticipated the moment when both tongues and the four hands would meet in the middle. The hands stroked their way down my arms and ran under my armpits to wander through my chest hair. One found one of my nipples and played with it teasingly.
The tongues had reached my knees and were starting to move northwards towards their ultimate destination.
“Let’s see if we can make him cum without even touching his pretty balls and mouth-watering prick,” the Judge suggested as she let her hands lift her breasts and massage them in obvious enjoyment.
The hands had reached the top of my pubes and the tongues were so close to my dick I could feel both girls’ breath. (The plate of nettles had conveniently disappeared from my day dream.)
I felt a light wafting of air as the African girl pursed her fulsome lips and blew on the very end of my prick – only millimetres away from it. Meanwhile the Chinese girl, with her tiny pert breasts was also blowing on my balls. (I’m not sure how I could see all this or how they had room to be their together, but such details didn’t need to disturb an otherwise very enjoyable fantasy.)
“Have you seen how long and wet their tongues are?” the Judge asked, her hands wandering down to her own little Garden of Eden. “Wouldn’t it be nice if their tongues just licked the length of your dick over and over again? It would feel like you were being fucked by fairies. Once they’ve finished their ministrations I’m going to untie you and let you explore every inch of my body. From my giant nipples to my moist cunt. Then we’ll fuck like rabbits for the rest of the night.”
The sensations on my prick were becoming unbearable – I could imagine my dick pressing against her pubic area, finding the entrance to her love cave and plunging deep in to her cunt over and over...
“Fuck me – he’s actually cumming!” Selina’s voice broke my reverie.
I looked down as a drool of cum dribbled from the end of my cock into the nettles below.
“It doesn’t matter,” it was the Judge (the real one that I couldn’t see). “He won’t keep it up much longer. All he has done is to prolong the agony. Within the next few minutes his dick is going to start to shrivel and fall into the nettles – when it does.”
My daydream was shattered and, sure enough, my prick began to deflate. The fully exposed hood slowly jerked towards the leaves. The head was stung again, swung up momentarily and then fell again – this time catching not just the very tip but the underside of the frenulum (that little bit of skin that joins the foreskin to the hood – so sensitive that just tickling it can make a man cum). The pain was incredible – my dick jumped in the nettles like it was being electrocuted – each pulsating quiver causing fresh stings on the shaft and underside.
As I screamed I watched in horror knowing I could do nothing about the repeated arrows of poison being shot into my most delicate parts.
Finally my prick shrank to its smallest and stopped moving – however the stings made it feel as if it had been dipped in acid and I could see all the small white welts on the side of my dick and even some on top.
“Now maybe you’ll keep that thing under control,” the Judge’s voice came through. “We’ll adjourn for some time to let you think about the consequences of allowing yourself to get excited.”
Selina stepped forward again to remove the nettles, initially I felt some relief at this until I realised that she was going to make the most of the opportunity. She held the tray in one hand to remove it but grasped a gloved handful of nettles in the other – as she pulled the tray forward she managed to push the stinging leaves back and upwards so that they brushed, with electric effect, against my balls and fresh pains shot through my groin.
As she moved away I saw that same sadistic smile cross her face and, even through the haze of the smarting coming from my lower region, the thought crossed my mind that she was enjoying herself and looking forward to causing me more pain yet.
I could hear people standing up, a door open and was aware that, after a few moments, I was alone in the room. The lights went out and I was plunged into darkness.
I contemplated the situation – here I was tied to a cross, unable to shift, stripped naked and at the mercy of a group of sadistic women who wanted to hurt me. What’s more there was no safe word to use that was going to end this – they could do what they wanted, and I had a feeling they might.
My dick and balls were still throbbing with the stings but I could do nothing to lessen the pains – I knew that they would go, but not for an hour or so.
Chapter Three – An interlude
I must have dozed off because I suddenly woke with a start, took a moment to realise where I was, and I felt the agonising ached from my arms which had been pulled to the four corners of the open wooden frame for however long.
I was aware, in the dark, of movement – the room was pitch-black and I could see absolutely nothing.
Suddenly I felt something brush against my upper thigh – it felt like a moth – but I could also hear someone’s rapid breathing. There was someone kneeling in front of me (or else they were very short).
I felt something wet run down from my navel, through my pubic hairs and onto my dick. Clearly a tongue in search of what were usually my most private regions.
Was it Selina, or the cool Miss McCoy, or even the mysterious judge?
I did not have time to wonder as her tongue ran the length of my dick. The coolness of her mouth was enough to off-set the nettle stings which I soon forgot.
She licked delicately around my balls, first one and then the other.
Gradually her attentions turned to my growing prick. If only I could reach down, hold her head and drive my dick into her waiting mouth. But beggars cannot be choosers – I was enjoying her current ministrations.
Delicately she ran her tongue over the length of my manhood, swerving at the last moment to tease the throbbing end.
Her lovely soft and wet member set off back along the underside of my dick teasing the frenulum with quick licks with the very tip of her tongue.
Then she applied her attentions to the end of my dick running back and forth along its entire length.
After a few minutes of this caressing of my prick, with the odd flick at my balls, and I was ready to shoot my load. I felt it build up, almost from my feet, as the sensation reached my balls and finally exploded through my dick into her open mouth.
She kept running her tongue along my dick licking up my jism as I pumped out spurt after spurt until I could cum no more.
I fell back against the cross I was tied to as the lights suddenly came on and I heard Selina’s voice from behind the lights, “Sukey, you bad dog, come here!”
Looking down I saw that I had been sucked off by a large Afghan hound.
The dog bounded off into the darkness and the lights went out again.
I was left to ponder what had just happened – would I have come so easily had I known I was being given a blow-job by a hound?
It was with that thought in mind that I must have dozed off again because, before I knew it, the lights were back on and the Judge’s electronic voice telling me to pay attention.
“Right, Mr Andrew Porter, the time has come for the verdict and the sentence.”
Chapter Four - Retribution
I could not see either Selina or Miss McCoy and the Judge remained invisible with her voice distorted so that it did not really sound human.
“Andrew Porter, on the count of false imprisonment of the person you’ve called Judy, you have been found....guilty.
“On the count of using cruel and unusual punishments against this same woman I find you....guilty.
“On the count of sexual depravity I find you....guilty
“And on the count of inciting others to perform cruel and unusual punishments against other women I find you...guilty.
“Before I pass sentence do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“Yes, actually I have quite a lot to say – not least that I shouldn’t be attached, stark naked to this cross throughout this charade of a trial.” I waited for an answer but none was forthcoming.
“And you’ve decided before this began that I was guilty of these Mickey Mouse charges you’ve come up with. Right, your fun is over – time to stop playing and let me down before I start pressing real charges in a real court of law.”
“Oh, I don’t think you’ll be doing that,” the judge replied. “What’s real is what is happening now. If you have nothing more to say I will pass sentence.
“For the crime of false imprisonment you will be kept tied where you are until this time tomorrow.
“For the crime of cruel and unusual punishments you will receive thirty lashes of the cane or whip.”
“What – you can’t do that!”
“Try and stop us – it’s no less than you’ve done in the past.”
She was right to a point, I suddenly remembered the piece I’d done on flogging which had involved tying Judy over a vaulting horse (on her back) and teased her cunt and tits with a collection of paddles, canes and whips. But that had been game...
“For the crime of sexual depravity I sentence you to the bed and collar.” That, I thought didn’t sound too bad – a collar’s no real problem and I could do with a bed.
“That is two Iron Maidens (very appropriately named). One is for your penis and the other for your testicles. You can work the rest out.
“And on the final count of inciting other men to cruel and unusual punishments – well, we’ll wait until we reach that one, because we are going to use your words as a guide.
“So, let’s get on with the first one – there’s no time like the present. Turn the prisoner.”
At that the whole frame I was fastened to slowly rotated away from the lights so I was facing a blank wall with my back fully exposed to the women.
“You will now receive the thirty lashes of the cane or the whip – ten from each of us. Miss McCoy will start and I will finish. You will need to count them – if you fail to count correctly you will receive more. If we can’t hear your count we will not include that stroke. If necessary the current thrasher will start again. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I mumbled
Without warning I felt a stinging blow across my left buttock which caused me to yell, “One!”
“Oh, no, that wasn’t one – that was for not speaking up clearly. Now do you understand?”
“Yes,” I declared loudly.
“Good, so now we can begin.”
A second line of fire creased my left cheek in the same place. “One!” I shouted.
Five more followed in about three second intervals – all laid in exactly the same place – Miss McCoy had been practising! I shouted the numbers in turn. As each of the following strokes was delivered I realised that she was moving the cane across to create what must appear like a grid of angry welts on my quivering arse.
Then three followed quickly and I miscounted the third.
“Wrong,” came the judge’s voice. “Start again.”
“Again? No!”
“Do you want extra then?”
“No!”
“Then count properly.”
A particularly hard strike of a second cane cut across the fleshy tops of my legs. “One!”
Miss McCoy took great pleasure, it seemed, from delivering the next nine strokes. It felt like my left buttock must have been cut to ribbons. The burning pain was intense – but, somehow, the first crack of Selina’s cane to my right cheek seemed a thousand times worse as it cut the virgin flesh.
I managed to count Selina’s ten strokes accurately and loudly enough to avoid repetition – but not without dreading what else could be done – and remembering that the judge had said cane and whip. I assumed she would have the whip – and I was right.
The first crack felt like a dagger being plunged into some untouched flesh low on my left cheek. “One!”
The second, after a few moments pause, hit similar place on the right cheek.
“Two!” Where would she hit next?
The sting in my right testicle told me she was an expert shot – as did the similar one in my left ball. It was painful – but I had expected it.
The lash down my left back from mid-back almost as far as my knee almost prevented me from counting it. I prepared for a similar searing of my left side – but the end of my dick got a crack from it sharp enough to make it jump in the air – and me with it if I hadn’t been tied down.
The delayed right back to leg stroke hit next followed almost instantaneously by a second crack of my dick – again I barely kept count up to eight. Only two more to go.
I waited, nothing happened.
Still I waited, tensing every fibre against the strike that would hit I knew not where.
Still nothing.
Suddenly I felt the whole length of the whip across from my left shoulder to my right buttock.
I knew where the last one would land – she was a tidy creature and clearly liked patterns. I clenched my back and left cheek in preparation – but I was wrong.
The last stroke struck from between my outstretched legs and curled around my balls from the back threatening to wrench them off my body.
“We don’t want any problems with infection,” the judge explained from behind me. “So we’re going to give you a shower.”
I was thinking how nice it would be to be released and to stand in a warm shower when my back felt an explosion of freezing water. The pains on my back suddenly sang as each of the open scars was hit by the icy liquid. But there seemed to be more than just the cold...
“Oh, and we added some salt for good measure. We’ll let you hang about for a time while we go off and have a break. Be back soon.”
With that I heard a door shut behind me and the room was plunged into darkness once again.
As I hung there I was increasingly aware of the agonising pains on my back and bottom and legs – not to mention the soreness around my dick and balls.
Added to that were the pains of having been kept outstretched in this same position for what seemed like hours but was difficult to judge.
For second time exhaustion must have over taken me for I was suddenly aware of the lights coming back on and the framework started to turn away from the wall and back to face the room once more.
Chapter Five - The Collar
“Now it’s time for your little collar,” the Judge’s voice resumed as if there had been no interruption.
Selina stepped out into the light, still dressed in her chauffeuse uniform. She produced a piece of plastic about four inches long which curled on itself and which had large ugly spikes on the inside.
“This is the collar – it will be placed tightly around your flaccid penis. Unfortunately, for you, the pins will stick into your skin along the shaft of your dick and be very uncomfortable – but that is not how it will do the greatest damage. When you get an erection (and you will get one) your prick will increase but the collar will not. The shaft of your penis will expand into the nails and be pierced along its entire length.”
With that she grasped my dick firmly and pulled the end of my foreskin as far as she could, wrapped the “collar” around and fastened it with Velcro. It hurt – it was like a hundred little needles were being dug into my dick – as she let go it did not improve because the foreskin retracted and tried to push past the sharp nails.
“Now, you are going to hate enjoying this – but I’m going to really love it,” she said.
With that Selina took off her hat and shook loose her medium length hair. She took off her gloves talking all of the time.
“I’m going to strip in front of you and rub my tits up and down your body. ”
The jacket came off revealing a shirt that only just contained her ample bosom. She kicked off her boots and let her trousers slip to the floor. She was standing wearing only a white shirt and bra that left little to the imagination and a skimpy pair of knickers.
She unbuttoned the shirt and shrugged it off. The bra barely contained her tits, she moved slightly and they wobbled in their holster.
“Imagine getting your hands going where mine are going now,” she said running her hands over her breasts making them jiggle more.
My metabolism went into overdrive. Blood was pumped to my soft dick and it began to grow. As it did shooting pains went through it as the nails bit into the growing flesh.
“You could be over here with me, sucking my nipples and I’d take your cock in my mouth and roll it around my tongue until your came over and again. I’d even let you cum all over my face before i licked you dry.”
My dick was half its largest size and was on fire. The fire was enough to send messages to my brain to retreat. Unfortunately other messages were being received through my eyes and they were stronger.
“Do you want to see my tits – would you like to see whether I crop my cunt? Maybe you’d like to feel my nipples rubbing against your chest or bury your face between my legs?” Her hands wandered over her body.
My prick was becoming fully engorged and felt like it was being seared with red hot needles. But still she kept on. It was enough to forget the fires on my back.
“I know what you’re thinking about my tits - ‘you’d like to see them swing loose and you’re wondering about the size and colour of my nipples. You’re thinking that they’re begging to be sucked’ – and you’d not be far wrong.” She advanced on me and slipped her fingers into her little white knickers. She stood there and finger-frigged herself with her right hand while her left hand massaged her nipples through the tin fabric of her bra – and all the time she was staring directly into my eyes. There was no doubt but that she was turned on as I could see, when she removed her hand from her pants, that her fingers were glistening in the bright light. Her other hand continued to wander back and forth under and over her well stocked bra.
By this point my dick had reached its largest. A brief glimpse showed that it was fully grown – but pinched in the middle to its normal size. And it was in agony as the nails were biting into my flesh. I thought I could see a little trickle of blood running back to the base into my pubic hair.
“Is your dick really hurting? I do hope so. I would imagine you’d like it to be plunged into the cool depths of my cunt here, wouldn’t you? Instead you have to suffer the fires of hell – and they won’t go away when the collar is taken off.”
She came up to me, her tongue licking her lips. She brought her breasts close to my chest, I could smell the musky aroma of her sex on her fingers as she ran her hand lightly down my chest.
My cock was bursting to escape from the collar as her hand ran down towards it.
“Would you like me to wank you off? I could do that. Her fingers ran along the top of my dick and then her voice changed. “But that’s really going to hurt you if I do.”
With that she curled her hand around the collar on my dick as if to give me a hand-job but simply squeezed instead.
The effect was electric. I felt those nails pierce the hard flesh of my erection and dig deeper into my skin. It was enough to cool my ardour and make my prick shrivel – though even that hurt more as it pulled once more against the vicious tacks.
“Thank you, Selina,” came the Judge’s voice. “You can dress again; you’ve had the desired effect.”
Was it my imagination or did she seem to allow her hand to cradle my balls for a moment before she withdrew it and disappeared once more behind the lights?
“Now we can deal with the bed. Miss McCoy.”
Miss McCoy duly appeared with what looked like a cross between a garlic crusher and a teabag squeezer, only about three times the size along with a leather belt.
She came right up to me. Close enough for me to be able to discern her nipples through the thin fabric of her jumper.
She held the contraption up before me – it had two handles set above one another (like the garlic crusher) but was hinged prior to the business end which opened and shut like a pair of scissors. It did not take a great deal of imagination to notice that the two bowls that opened and shut were just the right size for my balls – neither did it take a great deal of observation to see the nails that were set into it. The baskets were spring-loaded so that they automatically shut and had to be held open using the handles.
“This,” Miss McCoy said, “the bed. Your gonads will sit in the bottom basket, on the nails, and all I will have to do is close the handle to add some tiny, but very painful, perforations to your scrotum. Let me show you.”
With that she took the belt, fastened it around my waist and, unceremoniously, took my punctured dick and tucked it under the belt, squeezing the nails in one more time. This gave her unfettered access to my ball sac.
She opened the jaws of the contraption and scooped up my balls into the bottom part – I felt the discomfort of them sitting on the sharp points of the tacks.
She then proceeded to allow the two baskets to close. She did this slowly and I felt each ball being pinched in all directions by the little needles that were digging in. I forgot the pains from my dick as my nuts felt like they were being set on fire.
“Here’s the neat thing, I don’t even have to hold this in place.”
With that she dropped the heavy pincers which remained attached to my balls. The weighty handles swayed back and forth between my outstretched legs with each little tack digging into my bollocks and pulling them downwards. I felt sure they were going to be ripped off. For good measure she took hold of the contraption, raised it tom my pinioned dick and let go again.
I felt I wanted no more to do with my sex organs – an offer of castration and removal of my prick would have been accepted gladly to take away the biting pains I was getting in both balls and in my dick from all the nails.
“Miss McCoy, you can remove the two items as they will have no further effect until they are withdrawn,” the Judge said.
Miss McCoy looked most put out, but then a gleam entered her eyes as she took hold of the handles once more. Instead of opening them and releasing my gonads she started to turn the whole thing. The first ninety degrees made the nails dig deeper. The second ninety convinced me that they were about to explode as she virtually wrenched my balls off.
She then released the handles making my engorged knackers spin in the growing bowl and causing them to push against the opening jaws and rows of nails.
I looked down, expecting to see my balls torn to shreds. The torture was cleverer than that. I could see where each nail had punctured the sac and blood spots covered my bollocks.
She then undid the belt and my dick flopped forward onto my sore balls – the effect was enough to re-site some of the nails around my withered member and cause fresh pains. The feeling was akin to a Chinese burn having been carried out on my prick – about a thousand times.
She unceremoniously tore off the collar – having to disengage the little nails from my flesh.
Selina appeared with a houseplant watering can as Miss McCoy took the two bits of kit away.
“This won’t make it grow,” she said as she poised the spout over my burning privates. “But we have put something in the water – salt.”
With that she poured the salty water over my tiny open wounds that covered the middle section of my dick and the whole of my balls. She might as well have lit a fire between my legs – couldn’t have been any more painful.
As if reading my mind the Judge said “You thought the worst was over, but it is yet to come.”
Chapter Six - Getting Nailed
“You thought the worst was over, but it is yet to come” the words echoed in my head. What more could these people do to me? I was about to find out.
“Miss McCoy, your most damning evidence please.”
Miss McCoy reappeared with more printed papers. “M’lady. I would like to beg the court’s indulgence as I read an extract from Mr Porter’s most recent offering in Frolics.”
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