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Master of the Universe Ch. 01

By: kelmag



Copyright 2008 All rights reserved. This material maybe not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author.


Harry Brennan reached over and hit the disconnect button on his speaker phone and chortled with glee. "A cool nine million in settlement, of which we get three - not bad for an afternoon's work," he thought to himself as he rubbed his hands together quickly, stood and walked over to the clear wall of glass forming one side of his huge corner office overlooking San Diego Bay.

From fifty two floors up, the graceful sailboats were no more than little white dots moving slowly across the flat bay towards the curved Coronado Bridge. He slowly folded his arms across his chest and peered down at the small boats as they slid across the dark blue water streaked with orange from the setting sun. "It doesn't get any better than this," he said quietly, in a half whisper to himself. "I am the master of all before me."

At age forty seven, Harry Brennan was an icon in the legal profession. Practically inventing the shareholder derivative lawsuit, he had made a fortune for himself and his partners making companies pay for surprise earnings shortfalls. It was simple really. A company announces a surprise shortfall in earnings due to lower sales, higher expenses or some unforeseen event. The value of the stock drops immediately; sometimes as much as fifty percent. Harry then immediately files suit on behalf of shareholders who bought the stock at the previously higher price, alleging fraud, misrepresentation or concealment of material information.

All he has to find is one high company official who made even one overly optimistic public statement about the company's performance and bingo, the case is made. Against the largest companies with millions of shareholders, and he now doesn't bother with smaller ones, the damages would easily reach into the tens or even hundreds of millions of dollars. His firm had gotten so good at pressing and winning these types of cases that most companies just settled as soon as they heard Brennan was after them. Today's Fortune 500 software company was no different. They were glad to pay the nine million bucks just to get Brennan out of their lives. Harry pulled in forty two million for the firm last year, of which he personally kept a little more than half. After nearly twenty years of corporate shakedowns, old Harry was personally worth more than a hundred and fifty million, give or take a few million. Not bad for the son of a bartender.

"This calls for a little celebration tonight" he thought to himself. He called in two of his young associates who jumped at the chance to go drinking and clubbing with the boss and told his secretary to call his wife and tell her he had a late meeting, expected to go all night and not to wait up for him. It wasn't the first time he had his secretary call his wife Betty with that sort of news so it wouldn't come as a big surprise to her. Harry knew Betty would be pissed but fuck her, let her be pissed.

What is she going to do about it, leave? Not a chance - not with three kids, no money of her own and no prospect of making anything but minimum wage. The pre-nup was rock solid, having stood up in his two prior divorces. If she left, she got nothing, not a penny. It's not likely she would leave the plush life of a mansion in Rancho Santa Fe for a furnished, one room walk up. She's a smart cookie. She'll put up with whatever I do and shut up about it or I'll shut her up.

Harry peered down at the Bay and thought about last month when he had to remind her of that. I think she learned her lesson well. The spoiled little bitch decided she wasn't going to put out when I wanted her. I convinced her otherwise, shoving my dick deep down her throat, pulling her head down by her long, blonde hair to get it all the way in. She did nothing with her tongue so I just fucked her hard, banging the back of her throat, making her gag over and over again. I even pinched her tits hard but she still did nothing but stare at me. Then she just went limp, forcing me to hold her up on her knees by her hair. Finally, I got disgusted, flung her on the bed, tied her hands to the headboard with my necktie, put her up on her knees and fucked her hard, spreading her legs wide with my knees. She was dry as a bone and sobbing like a baby. "Go cry to your shrink bitch, cause I don't want to hear it!" She sure wailed when I slapped her on the ass a few times and forced her to spread wider. God, what a racket!

The dry bitch was starting to chaff me so I spit on my palm, slicked it over my shaft and plunged it in again. After a few pumps she was still sitting there on her knees, totally passive, sobbing and telling me to stop. I have to admit, I was a little buzzed from the four scotch and sodas I had that night and getting a little pissed myself. I'm not sure exactly what happened but I remember seeing her rosy little ass hole squeezing open and shut as I rammed her cunt and thought now that would teach her a lesson. I pulled my dick out, spit on my palm again, slicked it over my shaft, pried open her ass cheeks with my thumbs and shoved the head of my dick hard against that nice, tight little red hole.

You would have thought I had shoved a hot branding iron up her ass from the reaction. She screamed like a stuck pig - sort of a half squeal, half yell of surprise. Before she could recover, I pushed it in as hard as I could, pulling her cheeks apart with my thumbs until her ass cheeks were facing sideways. She was incredibly tight. I popped through her sphincter in short order and slowly slid my shaft in, a fraction of an inch at a time. She was screaming bloody murder at this point so I ripped off her silk nightie, quickly flipped it into a bandana of sorts and tied it around her mouth, pulling it deeply into the corners of her lips and tying it tightly behind her head.

She grunted and screamed in her throat but the noise was muffled by the nightie. I resumed the pressure, sliding my dick into her ass. It was unbelievably tight, like a fist holding my dick and trying to squeeze it to death. She tried to buck me off but I had her pinned with my shins on the back of her knees, my hands holding, ripping her cheeks apart and my 220 lb bulk pressed hard into her ass. She continued to flail away but the bucking just helped drive it in deeper. Relentlessly, inexorably, the thick shaft slid home, moving deeper and deeper into her rectum. Finally, after several minutes of bucking and flailing she stopped and went absolutely still. I finished spearing her, pushing the last inch in and pressing it home.

"Okay bitch, you don't like it your mouth or your cunt, let's see if you like getting fucked in the ass." I let go of one ass cheek , grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and yanked her head back. She let out a loud moan from deep within her throat. I slowly withdrew my dick a couple of inches and then plunged it in again hard, yanking on her hair for leverage. Again a moan but no flailing.

"Well, I guess the princess has finally given up. You should have done that a while ago bitch. Now I'm just going to have to finish this." Again. I pulled out and then plunged it in again. The tight pressure on my dick was indescribably delicious. Faster and faster I pumped her ass, pulling out almost all of the way before plunging it in hard and deep. I noticed a trickle of blood seeped out of her ass as I pulled out. The blood lubricated my dick nicely; I pumped her faster. My dick was a red blur, plunging in and out of her ass, smearing blood on her ass crack with every stroke. She was making little mewling sounds like a wounded animal but otherwise remained completely still, crying out only when I yanked hard on her hair to drive my dick hard up her ass.

It was unbelievably good. Her hot blood seeped around my cock, lubricating it as I pumped harder and harder into her tight little ass. There was blood on my hands as I held her cheeks apart and they slipped a bit as I tried to hold her tight. Finally, I exploded, screaming like a maniac as I came. I jammed it all the way up as I pumped load after load of hot cum into her tight butt. I collapsed on top of her after one final shot, burying myself into her up to the hilt, balls tight against her soft, furry, crotch. Blood, sweat and cum all mixed to together to form a sort of musky, metallic smell that covered both of us.

I think Betty must have passed out somewhere along the line because she didn't move, even after I was finished. I had a moment of panic thinking I might have killed her, but immediately saw that she was breathing. I rolled over and must have passed out myself because in the morning I awoke to find that she was still tied to the headboard. God, there was blood everywhere but the bitch asked for it. She just got a little more than what she bargained for that's all. I untied her, showered, dressed and left. She never said a word about it.

I liked it so much that I've fucked her in the ass a couple of more times since then. I guess she sort of liked it too. I had to laugh because since then she always greases her ass with KY before we go at it. Guess she didn't care for the blood and spittle lube job the first time. She still cries and mewls and lays there passive but I guess that's just her way of enjoying it.

Of course, the way I tied her up the last time, on her back, legs up and back over her shoulders, spread wide and tied to the headboard, there wasn't much she could do about it anyway. Hell, I'm sure it gives her something to talk about with her shrink. She's up to twice a week now and it's costing me a small fortune but if it gives her someone besides me to cry and complain to, it's worth it.

The scenes flashed through Harry's mind in just a few minutes as he was lost in a sort of reverie staring out of the picture window at the magnificent sunset. His two young associates, not wanting to interrupt the master, waited patiently for him to turn and recognize them.

The associates, Tim and Frank, had practically lost their own identity working for Harry. They had even lost their own names at the firm. Everybody at the firm referred to them as "Little Brennan One" and "Little Brennan Two," or in the short hand everyone use "Elby One" and "Elby Two," because of their slavish imitation of his dress, mannerisms and speech. They didn't mind it a bit. In fact, they prided themselves on the comparison and competed with each other for Harry's attention. Harry loved it. It fed his ravenous ego.

"How 'bout the Bluelight fellas," Harry said as he turned around to face his young charges, the question was purely rhetorical. "Should be jumpin' tonight. Tim, why don't we take your car. You're the light beer drinker - you drive."

Tim smiled and nodded his agreement. On his way out, Harry heard his secretary telling Betty he'd be tied up in a meeting until after midnight and not to wait up for him. It was the standard line. She knew it was a lie. He knew she knew it was a lie. He didn't care one bit. In act, it made it even more exciting, more ego enhancing.

. . .

The Bluelight Club was a hot little club in the Gaslamp district downtown that Harry loved to go to. The bartender knew him and, more importantly, knew of him and took care of his every need. The drinks flowed, the music was hot and the women were hotter. It was the "in" place for the twenty something crowd and it had the absolutely best looking women; all young, eager and hot.

Even though Harry was more than a few years west of his twenties and bit portly to boot, he had never failed to score in that place and usually with the hottest, best looking babe there. The diamond encrusted, gold Rolex, the three thousand dollar suit and thousand dollar shoes all helped.

The friendly bartender, Max, sidling over to a fair lass and whispering a short explanation of just who he was didn't hurt either. The C-note tips to Max sort of reinforced the image of power and money that exuded from every inch of him and kept Max happy and eager to please.

Harry sat at his usual corner booth with his two young charges. He replayed the day's events to them, even imitating the shaky, pleading voice of the poor female CEO begging Harry to take the nine million. As Harry talked, his eyes surveyed the club from an ideal vantage point. It was no accident. Harry planned almost everything he did. He picked this booth for its strategic girl-watching location. It had an unobstructed view of the front entrance and bar area and it was near the lady's room which allowed him to get a close look of just about every lady in the room sometime during the evening.

He watched the young things come in, some escorted by their young boyfriends, most, as was usual at this place, came in groups of two, three or four gals, all dressed in their skimpiest and raring to go. He made a mental note of where the truly ravishing young beauties went for later recall while continuing the tale to his young charges who hung on every word and laughed at every joke. After a few more war stories and lubricated by a few more drinks, Harry's sharp and always roving eye spotted an absolute stunner coming in by herself.

She headed immediately for the ladies room which took her within a few feet of Harry's table as she went by. Harry caught the slightest whiff of her perfume, jasmine scented, as she passed.

Harry was caught off guard by the sight. Practiced at nonchalant observance, Harry could size up a prospect in a fraction of a second with a rapid scan of one eye without her even knowing it, but this one caught his eye and riveted it in place. She was tall, at least five foot ten, maybe even six feet tall in her high heels, with jet black hair down to her creamy white skin shoulders and with a nicely rounded decolletage above the deep "V" of her short, black satin dress. It looked more like a nightgown or slip than a dress. Together with her very narrow waist, tight little butt and long, shapely legs, she was quite a package.

Harry looked away and then furtively glanced back, taking in the whole picture. He liked what he saw. She had the sleek, muscular legs of a dancer and moved with a dancer's grace, bearing and confidence. She had high cheekbones, a short, straight nose and full, sensuous lips, but her eyes, her eyes were her most striking feature. They were an icy blue and stood out even in the dim light of the club. She was expressionless as she went by and looked neither left nor right, not seeming to notice Harry staring as she passed.

Harry was so stunned by her appearance that he stopped his story in mid-sentence as she passed, regaining his voice only after she was well past. 

"Whooowee, did you see that?!" Harry exclaimed pursing his lips to whistle.

Elby One and Elby Two echoed the sentiment and whistled their admiration in unison. "That is one hot little number," whispered Two in keeping with the fraternity boys spirit. "I don't know boss," said One, "she's a knockout but she looked a little cold to me, not too receptive if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, she may look a little cool on the outside. Most stunningly beautiful women deliberately look that way just to keep the hungry horde off of them but they're just as hot on the inside as any other woman and just waiting to be taken by the right guy," Harry advised in his most worldly tone. 

One and Two nodded in agreement. They had perfected the "I agree completely" nod a long time ago and now did it without conscious effort when Harry spoke. They sipped away at their drinks, quiet for a few minutes, their conversational train broken and swept away by the gorgeous apparition in black that just went by.

Harry sensed her return first, not by sight or sound but by smell - sweet jasmine, just the slightest hint but definitely there, followed a few moments later by the short, tight, black satin sheath dress and smooth black nylon encased legs. She moved easily, hips churning, white arms and shoulders swinging freely, head erect, back straight; she had the posture of a runway model with the bored, blank expression to match. As she approached, she made a half right turn around a table and then headed for the bar.

It was early yet and there were still plenty of seats. She drew up between two vacant bar stools, pulled one out a little and gracefully seated herself, drawing her feet up to rest on the cross bar of the low backed seat. She quickly scanned the room, then turned her head to the left and motioned to the bartender, Max, who was talking to a short blonde about five seats away from her.

Max looked over at her, arched one eyebrow in appreciative recognition of a truly stunning woman, smiled broadly and ambled on over to her. Harry saw her speak a few words to Max and Max, responding with a smiling "Yes Ma'am," reached down, pulled up an open bottle of champagne, and poured it with a bit of flare.

He placed the wide champagne glass down in front of her on a small, white napkin, smiled again and nodded in acknowledgment of her short "Thanks." She had no sooner brought the glass up to her glossy red lips when a well built young man slid up beside her, leaned over and said a few words. Harry noticed he was practiced and self-assured, as if pick-up success was guaranteed.

The lady turned and, without noticeable expression said a few words to him that seemed to have the impact of a punch in the solar plexus. The young man visibly winced, sagged and retreated quickly, withdrawing to a table full of laughing friends.

Harry continued to watch the woman in fascination. She sipped her drink, crossed her right leg demurely over her left as she surveyed the room as though looking for somebody, and sipped her drink once again. A few silent minutes passed as the two facsimile Brennans knew better than to interrupt the boss when he was locked in and tracking.

Harry sipped his third scotch and soda in quiet appreciation of this remarkable lady. A second young lounge lizard made his approach, biceps bulging from a green, sleeveless tee-shirt, gold jewelry dangling and chiming as he moved in alongside of her. Harry saw him lean over and whisper a few words into her right ear.

She smiled up at him when he pulled away, the first sign of expression of any kind on her beautiful face, crooked her finger motioning him to lean back over and whispered something in his ear. Like the first would-be stud, he visibly winced and sagged, then quickly turned and retreated. A little smile creased her mouth briefly as she watched the retreat before the expressionless mask returned.

She finished her drink and set the glass back down on the bar as she again surveyed the club as though looking for somebody.

Undeterred by the two rapid rejections he had just witnessed and sensing an opening, Harry turned to his two young aides and said: "Might be back in a minute, maybe not. If I hit, don't bother waiting for me." His two young aides smiled and nodded in agreement.

Harry strode over to the bar, took the seat to the lady's left, motioned to Max and ordered a scotch and soda for himself and a glass of champagne for the lady. Turning slowly towards her, he said: "I thought you might like a refill and, I must confess, thought I'd use that as an opening to meet you.

"And just why did you want to meet me," she answered evenly. Harry laughed and said, "I just had to meet the lady who shot down those two young studs with such deadly aim - I've never seen two guys flamed with such speed and panache."

Max finished pouring the scotch, gave the glass a short blast of soda and set it down. Max was about to refill the lady's glass from the open bottle he had just used when Harry said, "c'mon Max, give her the good stuff; I'm buying." With that, Harry withdrew his wallet from his inside breast pocket and withdrew a hundred dollar bill. Folding it lengthwise, he put in on the bar and slid it to Max.


Master of the Universe Ch. 01



Max smiled, put down the green bottle of Cook's and took out a new bottle of Dom Perignon from the cooler, which he quickly uncorked with a loud pop. He poured a generous portion in a new champagne glass and placed it on the bar in front of the lady on a new napkin.

"Anything for the most powerful lawyer in America," Max replied with a smile and a slight, almost comic bow of respect.

The lady picked up the glass, took a small sip, turned towards Harry and said, "are you?"

"Am I what?"

"The most powerful lawyer in America?"

"Well, I think Max exaggerates a bit, but I am a lawyer and a pretty good one at that. By the way, my name's Harry Brennan."

"Pleased to meet you Harry. Now what makes you think I won't shoot you down just as quickly as the other two."

"Well, I've already lasted longer so you must see something in me that was missing from those two lads and besides, you are one sip into the best champagne on earth and from looking at you I can see that you can tell the difference and, more importantly, appreciate it. I can provide more of that, much more. I think I'm a little more your style than the other two," Harry said with a smile.

"Oh, how so Harry?" She said coyly.

"Men like that are all speed and urgency. They are focused on getting to the final destination and couldn't care less about how they get there. They are driven by forces they neither control nor understand."

"Hmmm . . . could be; and you're different?"

"Yes, I am. I value and enjoy the journey far more than the final destination and care very much about how I get there. The final destination is just a place. It's the getting there that's fun and exciting. Each step is a step into the unknown."

"That's very interesting Harry. Please go on," she said turning her head to look at him with those icy blue eyes.

"Well, I think you're like that too. You know, more interested in the journey than the destination. You just have that way about you - sophisticated but with a kind of underlying wild streak; just like me," he said, not the slightest bit modest.

"My, you do have a silver tongue Harry," she said, some warmth creeping into her voice Harry sensed through the fog of four scotch and sodas.

"I'm a lawyer," Harry said.

"Yes you are Harry. The most powerful lawyer in America from what I hear."

With that she smiled broadly, pearly whites gleaming, and looked into his eyes; those pale blue orbs locked into his dark green eyes.

"Now you should do that more often. Your smile not only lights up your face, it lights up a room," Harry said, pleased at the progress he was making with her.

"Thank you kind sir and thanks for the excellent champagne," she said again flashing him that totally disarming smile. " I can tell the difference."

"Glad you like it. When I drink champagne, I don't drink anything else."

Harry took another sip of his scotch and looked at her over the glass, "Are you meeting somebody?"

"I was, or I thought I was," she replied. "A girlfriend was supposed to meet me here a half hour ago but I guess she got held up."

"May I join you then?"

"I think you already have," she said smiling again.

Harry smiled back and tried to suppress the excitement he was feeling. This is going to be one hell of a night. She is hot and ready. I can just feel it. I can always tell. She's wearing her "fuck me" black satin dress and stiletto heels and is just melting in my hands. This going to be easy. You can still do it old boy. All of this went racing through his mind in a flash.

"By the way, what is your name?"

"Laura, . . Laura Scott," she said offering her hand.

He took it gently into his and gave it a little squeeze of affection, feeling a little jolt of excitement as he touched her soft skin.

"Laura Scott, hmmm, nice, simple, direct, uncomplicated. I like that."

"I'm so glad to hear that Harry," she said with just a hint of sarcasm which Harry missed. She swivelled her stool to face him more directly, brushing his thigh with her knee as she turned and uncrossed her legs, then spread them slightly as she finished her turn causing her already short skirt to hike up a little. Harry didn't miss that.

"Just what kind of law do you practice?"

Harry launched into his standard, "impress the hell out 'em" twenty minute dissertation on the life and victories of Harry Brennan, brought up to date with the day's latest victory, complete with mock, shaky, falsetto voice of the pleading female CEO. Laura maintained eye contact, nodding and smiling at the appropriate points in his story.

"That's quite a career you've made for yourself Harry. I'm impressed and I don't impress easily."

Harry smiled his best "aw shucks" smile. "It's really just the beginning. It's a target rich environment right now with the market as volatile as it is. I just have to sit back and carve the weak ones out of the herd," he said, giving her his best "alpha male," grin.

"Well, speaking of weak ones, it looks like my friend is a no-show and I am getting a bit tired; had an early start this morning. I think I will head on home. It's getting late. It was very nice meeting you Harry," she said offering her hand again.

"I would offer you a ride home Laura but I hopped a ride with my two assistants and don't have my car here. I would be glad to take you home in a cab. Where do you live?" Harry smiled his best "gallant gent" smile with that last line.

"No need Harry, I have my car here. Can I drop you someplace," she said with a slight smile.

"Well your place of course Laura," he chuckled but then stopped and looked directly into those astonishingly beautiful blue eyes.

There was a long pause and then that smile again.

"I might enjoy that Harry. You have a certain flare about you that I find attractive and I don't feel like being alone tonight. What about your two friends?"

Harry worked hard to contain his excitement, allowing just a broad smile to spread across his face. Bingo, back in the saddle tonight and what a saddle! Wonder if she'll take it up the ass too. I bet she has a super tight little butt, he thought.

"I'll let them know to go on ahead without me. I'm sure their wives are waiting for them. Heck, their wives' will thank me for getting them home early for a change. Be right back."

Harry got up and strolled over to his booth. One and Two were eagerly awaiting his report.

"You boys go on home. The lady and I have plans for tonight if you know what I mean. Have a good weekend and I'll see you bright and early Monday morning; that is, if the lady doesn't fuck me to death," he laughed. 

The two young aides looked at Harry with a mixture of awe and admiration, shook their heads slightly, waved a short salute and left.

Harry returned to the bar, picked up his drink and offered the glass in a toast. "To enjoying the journey."

"Yes Harry, and to taking a step into the unknown."

They clinked glasses, smiled at each other, raised their glasses to their lips and drained them.

They waited outside the club for the valet to bring her car around. Harry put his arm around her waist to pull her closer to him as they stood side by side, letting his hand drift to her left buttocks which he started to gently kneed. Laura pressed herself close to him, hip to hip and gently put her hand on his inner thigh, grazing his crotch as she slowly, lightly rubbed it up and down.

The valet pulled up in a gleaming black Mercedes-Benz S-500 sedan, got out and waited by the open driver's door. "Here it is Harry. I think I'm in better shape to drive than you are. Climb in."

Harry looked at the large, black sedan with windows so heavily tinted that nothing was visible on the inside and arched one eyebrow in surprise and appreciation. He opened the passenger side door himself and dropped heavily onto the thick, black leather seat. Laura handed the valet a fiver and gracefully slid into the driver's seat. The valet closed the door behind her and she smoothly pulled away from the curb.

Harry felt a little dizzy when the car accelerated. He closed his eyes briefly and everything started spinning so he quickly opened them and shook his head to try and clear his head. He felt a little dull, like he couldn't get his brain to function. He had trouble focusing his eyes, causing everything to get blurry.

Man, I should have eaten something at the club. I only had four drinks but I feel a little hammered. Of all nights to get drunk, I hope I don't get sick or pass out. Steady man, steady, just make some conversation and things will clear up, he thought to himself.

"So, my beautiful Laura, where do you live?" he said, hoping some conversation would help to clear the fog.

"I have a place in the hills outside of Ramona. It's about an hour away so relax and enjoy the ride," she said with a smile. The big car turned north on Fifth and headed for the I-15 entrance.

"Nice car, rides just as well as my Rolls," Harry said with great effort, his tongue feeling thick and slow and his mouth not quite obeying his brain's orders to form the necessary syllables. "Whatever it is you do, you must do it well. By the way, just what do you do Laura?"

Harry's last line was barely comprehensible as his mouth and tongue just wouldn't obey his mind. He was thinking the words clearly but just couldn't say them. He felt warm, very warm and clammy and there was a low hum in his ears. He could barely keep his eyes open. His blinks kept getting longer and it felt so good to just close his eyes.

"I help people solve problems Harry. And yes, I am well paid for my services," she said, glancing over at him briefly before looking back at the road.

Harry just sort of grunted an acknowledgment.

"You seem very tired Harry. You had a long, stressful day from what you described. Why don't you rest your eyes a bit. We have a long drive ahead of us and I don't mind if you doze." She reached over and patted the inside of his left thigh, again grazing his crotch and lingering there as she said: "I want you well rested when we get there. We have a big night ahead of us, . . . a very big night."

Yes rest, . . . rest, I just need a few minutes of sleep. I'll be fine, he wasn't sure whether he actually said it or just thought it. The alcohol will wear off in an hour. Her hand feels so good on me. Can't wait for the real thing. Just need to rest a bit. It was his last conscious thought before he dropped off into a deep sleep.

End of Part 1



Master of the Universe Ch. 02



Copyright 2008. All rights reserved. This material maybe not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author.

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The first thing Harry felt was a pulsating pain at the temples. He opened his eyes but it was still completely dark. He could see absolutely nothing. He had no idea where he was or the last place he had been. He tried to concentrate but his thoughts were all jumbled, pieces of dreams, conversations, pale blue eyes, a girl.

Name was something short. Started with an "L" I think. The club - I met her at the club, the Bluelight. We were drinking and talking. I was trying to pick her up. What happened? Did I leave the club? Did I leave with her? It's a total blank. God, I must have had more to drink, too much, must have blacked out. But where am I and why can't I see anything.

Harry blinked a few times, trying to clear his vision, but nothing. It was still completely black. For the first time he felt something over his eyes, some kind of cloth or patch. His eyelashes touched it when he blinked. Next he felt something resting on the bridge of his nose and across his upper cheeks and forehead.

Oh God, I must have been in an accident. Am I blind?! Is it a bandage? Is that why my eyes are covered?

Harry tried to touch the thing covering his eyes but his arms wouldn't move. He wiggled his fingertips slightly to make sure he could feel them and was able to do so but his arms were absolutely pinned, immovable. They seemed to be pulled back behind him, straight down, perpendicular to his body. Harry tried again to move his arms. Nothing.

Harry's mind started to clear a little more and he started to take stock of each part of his body. Although he couldn't see any part of himself, he could feel it and he used that sense to try and figure out just how badly he was hurt.

He felt a flat, hard surface pressing on the back of his head, his back, butt and backs of his legs. He reasoned that he must be on some sort of hard bed or table. Maybe an examination table or a surgical table he thought. He tried to lift his legs but couldn't; they were held fast. He wiggled his toes and felt them flex back and forth.

Next, he concentrated on his torso, trying to detect pain as he inhaled and exhaled. Nothing, no pain. He tried to sit up but couldn't move at all. It felt like he was cemented to the table - every part of him pressed hard against the unyielding surface.

Next, he switched to his other senses. He could neither see nor hear anything. He could smell something though. It was familiar but he couldn't quite put a name to it. He had smelled it recently, of that he was sure, but he couldn't place it. His head hurt and his mind was still fuzzy and unfocused.

An image of a black Mercedes flashed into his mind. He didn't know why but it was connected somehow to the smell. Then it came to him. It was the leather interior, the strong smell of leather inside the car. Wherever the source of this leather smell was, it had to be close because the smell was strong. He felt a band or belt pressing on his forehead, pinning his head to the table.

Suddenly, he was aware that his mouth was open, wide open with some sort of object jammed into it, filling it completely. He tried to push it out with his tongue but it wouldn't move at all. He yelled but only a muffled sound came from his throat.

He struggled to get up but made no progress. Again, he felt some sort of bands or straps holding his neck to the table. Similarly, his torso was pinned to the hard surface. As his head cleared a bit, he felt tight bands across his hips above the hip bones, abdomen and upper chest.

Geez, I must have been hurt badly. I'm completely immobilized. Must be a neck or back injury to pin me like this. But why the bandage over my eyes, why is something jammed into my mouth and why am I alone? Why can't I remember what happened? I was talking to that girl, something about that car, . . . then nothing. I can't remember. Must have been an accident, a crash. How bad is it? How bad am I hurt? How bad?!!!

Harry dozed a bit, still feeling sleepy, but the sleep was very disturbed. Images of the girl, the club, the car flashed through his mind in a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds. He awoke again. He could feel sweat rolling down his cheek. He tried to clear his vision, tried to move. Nothing. It wasn't just a bad dream. He was really pinned to this table, blind and alone.

For the first time, Harry heard something besides his own breathing and gurgled attempts at a yell. It was a series of different sounds; a rustling noise like fabric, a squeaking noise like, . . like leather bending; a clicking noise - the sound of heels on a hard floor. Then a faint whiff of something, . . something familiar. Jasmine, jasmine, I've smelled that recently. An image flashed in his mind, the girl, that girl I was trying to pick up, walking by me when she first came into the club. I smelled it then, the same faint whiff.

The sounds stopped but the smell of jasmine was still there. Harry breathed deeply and listened intently for sounds, any sounds but heard nothing. He tried to call out but only a very muffled sound came out. He tried to lift his arms, his legs, anything, but nothing moved, not a bit, not a scintilla of movement.

Was it my imagination? Am I dreaming this? What is going on here?!!

"Welcome back to the living Harry."

That voice, it's the girl, what's her name, the one I was trying to pick up. What is she doing here? Was she hurt also? Are we both in a hospital?

"I know you don't have the slightest idea where you are right now or what is going on. I'll bet you have a hundred questions running through your agile mind. Some will be answered now; some in due time; some you will be able to figure out for yourself; and some will just always remain a mystery. In case you haven't already guessed, let me introduce myself: I am the lady you picked up at the Bluelight, Laura Scott, or to be more complete, Laura Scott Jansen."

Yes, yes, Laura Scott, that was her name. But Jansen, Jansen, the name sounds familiar too. I know that name from somewhere. Laura Jansen, . . Laura Jansen, I've heard those names together but something is missing from it, something is missing.

Another first name, something in front of it, or a title, . . . Mrs. Laura Jansen? . . . no that's not right; Doctor Laura Jansen, Doctor Jansen, that's it, that's it. Doctor Jansen, Betty's therapist. I've been writing checks to her every month for the last year and a half. Betty's doctor? What the hell is she doing here? What was she doing at the club? Coincidence? Not likely. Spying for Betty? A set-up, a trap? What the hell is going on here?!!

"Yes Harry," she said, seeming to read his mind, "I'm Betty's therapist or shrink as you like to call me. I told you in the car that I am in the business of helping people solve problems and Betty has a big problem."

Dr. Jansen paused for a moment as Harry tried to talk but only a muffled grunt came out.

She continued, "You Harry, you, . . . you're the problem. Your abuse and contempt for her and for all women for that matter , that is the problem. And money Harry, money, your complete control of it and her dependency on you because of it. That is also a problem."

Harry struggled to get up, flailing against his bonds but it was useless. He was solidly pinned to the table. There was no give.

"I am going to help her solve those problems Harry. I brought you here for that purpose. In case you're wondering, it wasn't just the scotch you drank that knocked you flat. I spiced that last drink up with a little something special when you were saying goodbye to your friends. You'll appreciate what that something special was Harry, it was Rohypnol, you know, the so-called "date rape" drug," she laughed.

Laura paused a moment in her explanation and leaned over, lips just inches from his left ear and whispered, "and you're my date, Harry."

Harry stiffened at the sound of her menacing words, the implication not lost on him even in his addled state.

Beads of sweat formed on his cheek and ran down the side of his face. Laura moved even closer to him and slowly licked his jaw line, collecting the salty fluid with her smooth tongue. "Hmmmm, you do taste good Harry."

Harry was stunned. His foggy brain started to grasp the reality that he was a prisoner, kidnaped in an elaborate plan, not hurt in an accident. Harry struggled to make a noise, to indicate that he wanted to talk to her. Harry always believed he could talk his way out of anything, and now was no different. He would promise her anything, anything to get out of this. He tried to force some words through the gag.

"Hrrrrmmmffffff . . . grrrrhhhmmmmmffffff!"

"No sense trying to talk Harry."

"I am not the slightest bit interested in what you have to say. You would promise anything to get out of this and then just change your mind later. I could even convince you to sign away title to your vast wealth in a few minutes of, shall we say, robust persuasion, but you would only disavow it later, claiming duress. No, I am here to adjust your attitude Harry. That is the only way to achieve permanent change. You are here to have your attitude adjusted. There will be no discussion about it , no negotiation, no bargaining. I will do all of the talking. You will do all of the listening."

She leaned over and whispered in his ear, " and you will listen well."

This must be some sort of a joke. She is just trying to scare me. Doctor's, especially psychiatrists, don't just kidnap and torture people to solve marital problems. This will all be over soon. And when it is, I'll take care of her and Betty and anybody else involved in this. They are going to be in jail for a long time. Just hold on, hold on, they're bluffing. This will be over soon, he thought confidently.

Harry felt a brush of air over his face and hair and then felt something smooth and warm pressing against his ears and upper jaw. The smell of jasmine was even stronger now but there was something else mixed with it. It had a strong, musky smell, something familiar yet different.

What is that smell?! I know it, . . . I know it. . . . It's her, . . . it's her cunt, her cunt, she's standing right over my face, nylon stockinged thighs pressing against me. She must be really turned on, I can smell the heat. She must be dripping wet. Maybe she's just having fun with me. I'll just do her and that will be the end of it - at least for me. It will be just the start of things for her and anybody else involved.

Still leaning over, Dr. Jansen whispered in his ear:

"I have a very specialized practice Harry. I help so-called trophy wives of wealthy, powerful men take control of their lives and their husband's wealth. I take men like you who have been abusive and contemptuous towards women their entire lives and turn them into respectful, obedient worshipers of women in general and their own wives in particular. I also relieve their husbands of the burden of handling their own finances, turning that difficult task over to the superior person in their relationship, their wife."

She paused, letting what she said sink in. Then continued:

"In return for my services, I get great satisfaction from helping women take their rightful place above their man, and also a little commission - a fee for my services. It's always a very tidy sum, but it must be a fair fee because the wives are always eager to pay it. I guess they get a little personal satisfaction out of the process too, eh Harry."

She's bluffing, . . . bluffing. Just hang in there, Harry thought to himself.

"Of course there's no reason why I can't have a little fun along the way. Helpless men really get my juices flowing. But I bet you can tell that for yourself, can't you Harry. "

Yeah, you go ahead and have your fun but I'm going to have the last laugh, he thought.

"In fact, I think I will start our little adventure together with a little fun for me. I have a good use for that tongue of yours trapped behind that gag. I think it's time I let it out. By the way, it will be no use screaming Harry. This place is soundproofed and far removed from the nearest house."

He felt her hands reach behind his head and undo the strap behind the base of his skull holding the gag in place. She put her finger in his mouth and pulled out the rubber ball wedged deeply in there. Harry immediately tried to close his mouth to relieve the pain in his widely stretched jaws. He couldn't do it. In fact, he couldn't move his jaw even the slightest bit.

"Surprised Harry? It wasn't the ball gag keeping your mouth open. I used a favorite little item of mine to take care of that earlier when you were still out. It's wedged open with a dental brace - a kind of "car-jack" for the mouth that dentists use to keep a patient's mouth open when they've been given a general anaesthetic. There's one on each side. It's not too comfortable is it, Harry, my poor dear, but you'll get used to it."

She tapped him on the cheek before continuing:

"You'll get used to a lot of uncomfortable things before we're done here; and besides, it serves my purpose of making your mouth, tongue and throat always available to me which is all the reason I need."

Harry felt the movement of her thighs across his ears and cheeks as Laura slipped her silk panties off, lifting one leg and then the other to slip them off her feet. She took the crotch of her sopping wet panties and stuffed part of them into Harry's mouth and jammed the other part against his nostrils, holding it there with the crook of her middle and index finger.

"Taste good, don't I Harry? Ha Ha!, Haaaa Haa! C'mon Harry, you've wanted a good taste of me ever since you saw me. Well, now you've got it. Take a good taste. Lick it, savor it, sniff it, tongue it. Take a few minutes to let the scent and taste sink in. Soon you'll get a taste of the real thing and I want you in top form. In fact, I insist upon it."

At first Harry gagged as she shoved the panties into his mouth. With his blindfold still on he was in the dark and couldn't anticipate her movements. It caught him in mid breath, causing him to choke and cough. In recovering, he took a deep breath in through his nose since his mouth was jammed with panty and got the full impact of the sopping wet panty crotch jammed against his nose.

Uggghhhh, can't breath, can't breath, don't panic, don't panic; ahhh! The smell of fresh cunt; strong, musky but not bad. If she hadn't been such a bitch, I would have gladly licked her cunt clean before banging it, flipped her over and split those cute little cheeks, but it will be a cold day in hell before I lick this bitch's cunt. You can tie me down, but you can't make me eat. Hah! Harry thought, his mind racing with a strange mixture of arousal and rage.

Laura pulled the panties off of his face and flipped them aside. She cupped his face with both hands, sliding her fingers to his ears and slowly lowered her swollen, dripping pussy down to his widely stretched lips.

"Now I know you can't see anything Harry, but that's the whole point. I want you to be able to pleasure me on command, in the dark, using only your tongue to feel your way and sense my response. You'll be that much better at it when you can see!"

Harry felt her smooth nylon covered thighs as they slid down the sides of his face, followed by the wiry, feathery touch of her pubic hair as her crotch came within range. She stopped, adjusted her position and then lowered herself the rest of the way. Harry felt the hot, soft wetness of her nether lips as they pressed against his open mouth.

"C'mon Harry, what are you waiting for, give me that tongue! Get going Harry!"

Like hell I will bitch! Go lick your own cunt!, Harry thought, stubbornly refusing to extend his tongue.

Harry suddenly felt strong fingers grasp his nostrils and press them together hard. At the same time, he felt her shift all of her weight so her cunt pressed hard into his widely stretched mouth. It caught Harry completely by surprise. Suddenly, without warning, his air was cut off. He couldn't breathe. All he could do was scream deeply in his throat but all that came out was a slight, muffled murmur, "Ahgghhhh, Ahghhhhhhhh!"

Oh god, Oh God, OH GOD!, can't breath, can't breath, let go, let go, LET FUCKING GO! Get off me, okay, okay, I'll lick, I'll lick, Harry thought, reconsidering his position.

Harry pressed his tongue up against her pussy lips and starting licking fast and hard. Harry licked for his life. He licked up and down, then side to side, then in circles, searching, searching for her clit. But Laura kept his nostrils clamped shut and, by jamming her pussy against his tongue and lips, kept the air supply to Harry cut off.

"Mmmmmpf, Mmmmmmmmmmmpfff, MMMMMMmmmmmmpff!"

Let go! Let go!, can't breath, can't breath, can't breath, don't want to die! DON'T WANT TO DIE! Not like this, not smothered by this bitch's cunt while she gets off. I'll do anything, ANYTHING!, just let me breath, let me breath! Harry's mind screamed, afraid that this was the end.

In desperation, Harry tried to yank his head away from her to free up his nose or buck her off his mouth but the straps held his head fast to the board. His lungs burned. He had to breathe, had to breathe, HAD TO BREATHE, his mind screamed in agony. He licked furiously away at her slit, up to her clit and then all around it. He licked below her clit, above it, in long strokes, in short flicks, in circles around the swollen nub, then directly on it in tight little circles.

"Ahhhhh, that's the spot Harry, good, good, I might even let you live a little longer; that's a good boy Harry. That's it Harry, yes, yessss, Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!"

She let go of Harry's nostrils with a sweep of her hand and Harry' nostrils exploded, expelling the built up carbon dioxide and sucking in air as quickly as he could. His chest expanded as far as it could under the tight straps holding him down.

Ahhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhh, sweet bless-ed air. So good, so goood, Harry thought.

Harry continued licking - long swipes, short swipes, circles - clockwise, counterclockwise, dips with his tongue tip, flicks, probes. Harry tried everything he knew to get her off. After a while, his tongue was tiring.

"You're slacking off Harry. Looks like you do better without air. Pick up the pace or I'll pinch you off again and this time I won't let go until I cum. If you suffocate, I'll be sure to cum while you're in your death throes. That sort of thing really gets me off!" she laughed.

Harry redoubled his efforts, licking in circles around her clit, dipping into her wet tunnel for moisture and circling some more, flicking the head and sides of her clit with the tip of his tongue. She was now grinding her cunt into his mouth in small, tight circles, pressing her hot, wet, swollen, rubbery lips against his lips and nose, pressingher clit against his tongue. Her juices poured out of her and dripped down the sides of his face.

Suddenly, she exploded, fiercely gripping his ears and pressing herself to his mouth, she came in powerful spasms, squeezing his head between her thighs, pounding her cunt against his widely stretched, upturned mouth, juices spurting from her slippery hole, filling his mouth with her cum juice, the excess pouring down his cheeks, pooling around his neck. The spasms eventually slowed and then stopped with Harry's head squeezed tightly between her thighs, his ears held in a death grip which she yanked and pulled while she pressed herself into his mouth and nose again cutting off his air.

Again, Harry futilely flailed away, trying to shake her off, trying to free up his airway.

Slowly she released her grip and raised herself from his mouth and nose. Harry gasped for air, sucking in big gulps and exhaling hard, coughing uncontrollably. Laura smiled down at him and smoothed some of her cum juice across his cheeks with her thumbs.




Master of the Universe Ch. 02



"Was it good for you Harry, " she murmured tapping him lightly on the cheek and running her thumb over his lips. Harry tried to speak in response but with his mouth held widely open he was unable to form any recognizable words. It came out almost as baby talk:

"ga, ga, gahieeeeee, oh, ohi, oooooooooohhhh!"

"Glad to hear it" she laughed as she chucked him gently under his chin. "Actually, I couldn't care less whether you liked it or not. I am not here to please you. You are here to please me."

She stroked his hair, cupped the sides of his face and ran her hands down to his neck, pressing lightly on his Adam's apple with her thumbs, then a little harder. He strained against his bonds but could not move a bit. He gave up and relaxed the effort.

"First lesson Harry - if you fail to instantly obey me, there will be pain, horrible pain; and the pain won't stop when you finally do obey. It will stop, if at all, when I wish it to stop and not a moment before. You don't control the infliction of pain, I DO!

Harry started to whimper as she pressed harder on his Adam's apple. Although he couldn't put his lips together to form the "Pl" sound, he started to beg, ". . ease, . . . ease, . . . ease!"

She let up on the pressure and stood up slightly, still straddling his face.

"Make no mistake Harry, I didn't stop because of your begging. I stopped because it pleased me to stop - we have so much more to do, you have so much more to learn, so many amends to make that it would be a shame to snuff you out with a quick snap of your larynx. That would be much too merciful, and Harry, as you will find out to your horror, I do not have a merciful bone in my body."

This bitch is crazy, wacko. I'm in a lot of trouble. I really think she would kill me just for her own pleasure. Gotta play along, play for time gotta survive, just survive. Do what she says. Bide your time. Wait for an opening to strike and escape, Harry thought trying to regain some kind of control by formulating a plan.

"I think it's time we took the blinders off Harry. I think you need to see what you're in for. We've planned a very special night for you Harry, the, what was it, oh yeah, the most powerful lawyer in America." It's payback time Harry and you have a lot of back payments due."

End of Part 2



Master of the Universe Ch. 03



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Harry felt fingers reach back around his head and loosen the blindfold, pulling it away from him. The black turned to dark gray. He then felt fingers peeling pads off his eye sockets, pads taped down around the edges. First the left pad, then the right pad was removed. The light assaulted his eyes. The bright glare hurt and caused his eyes to immediately tear up. He closed them quickly and then tried to open just his left eye a sliver; just enough to begin acclimating to the light.

Harry saw a dark shape looming over him. The light was still too bright, the glare too great for him to focus, but slowly he began to see dark and light shapes above him. Blinking to clear the tears, Harry began to see the outline of Laura standing over him. He focused first on the part of her nearest him, her furry black bush and engorged, vermillion nether lips.

He then made out the black garter belt, nylons and black leather corset topped by alabaster white breasts standing proudly out on their own above the corset. He was struck by the sharp contrast in color between her creamy white skin and black garments. The contrast was maintained by her jet black hair, falling to her shoulders in a gentle wave and the clear white skin of her face, neck and shoulders.

Laura put her knuckles on her hips, peered down at him, smiled slightly and said:

"Well Harry, do you like what you see? You were trying hard to get into my pants. Was it worth the effort?"

Those eyes, those shining, clear, icy blue eyes... There's not a shred of human feeling, compassion or mercy behind them, he thought. She'd just as soon rip my throat out with those gleaming white teeth as look at me. She's some kind of psychopath? How did I get into this mess? How do I get out it? He worried, his mind racing to find an

Laura cupped her palms over his cheeks, stroked his eyebrows with her thumbs and said:

"Now take a good look around Harry. You are not a big shot lawyer here. You're just a slab of meat strapped to a table - my table," dropping her voice to a whisper, adding more menace to hr words.

"Every breath, every moment of your life from here on out depends upon me," she said, stroking his eyebrows with her thumbs. 

She lowered her pussy to his mouth, tickled his nose with her pubic hair by wiggling her hips slightly, raised herself by straightening her knees and took a few steps forward, passing over his face.

"Look up Harry, look up! Haah Haha! You make quite a sight."

Harry looked up and was startled, no, stunned by what he saw. In the ceiling above him was a large mirror. The part of the mirror directly above his head was angled downward like a transom allowing him to see down by his feet and the wall opposite his feet which also had a large mirror reflecting a "feet first" view of him; the remaining flat part of the ceiling mirror provided him with a top-down view of himself. At first, he was disoriented from the reflections but slowly the images coalesced into sensible order.

Harry blinked a few times, not quite believing what he saw. In the ceiling he saw himself strapped down on a dark, wooden table. He was startled by his own appearance - so white against the dark wood. Then it hit him as to why he looked so white.

All of his hair was gone! He was completely bald! And not just his head - his entire body had been shaved and waxed clean. Not a single hair remained except for his eyebrows. He looked childlike, almost cherubic in this hairless form. It also flashed through his mind that he looked like one of those eunuchs that always seemed to be serving a middle-eastern harem in the old movies. That thought was a little unnrving. 

His white belly, thickened and rounded by years of too many scotches and too little exercise, rose and fell like a snow capped hill. He looked so strange without hair on his belly, his chest or his head. - almost alien, like another life form. His hairless legs looked like chubby white clubs, the fat dimples around his knees now visible. He couldn't see his arms though - they disappeared at the shoulder into slots cut into the table on each side of him.

The table he was on was bizarre looking. It was very large, about five feet across and eight feet long. All but his head was strapped down to the table with black leather straps. His head and neck rested on a narrow projection only a little wider than his head.

Harry saw that his head was strapped down at the forehead with a black leather strap. A half inch wide adjustable metal half collar held the upper part of his neck to the narrow board. His face was grossly distorted by the dental brace holding his mouth widely open. His lips were whitish gray in their stretched condition. He looked like a frog about to be pithed for a biology class dissection, complete with heaving white belly and gaping mouth.

Around the table was a frame of black, iron rods, each about an inch thick. There were vertical rods at each corner of the table, each about three feet tall. Horizontal rods connected the vertical corner rods at the top and bottom creating a frame-like appearance. A single rod running lengthwise above the center of the table connected the two horizontal rods above the head and foot of the table.

There were rings, pad eyes and hooks mounted on adjustable collars on all of the metal bars. They could be moved and then fixed in place easily with a few turns of a controlling wing nut. There were two odd looking cylinders, each a couple of feet behind the two corners of the table nearest the head. Harry couldn't stop staring at the strange looking contraption and at his helpless form pinned to it.

The silence was broken by Laura's sharp voice behind him.

"Now I'd like to introduce you to my assistants. Oh, didn't I tell you, this is a group effort. You are much too bulky to handle by myself and there was much to do to prepare you before you awoke. Besides, you should have the benefit of many instructors. It would have been selfish to hog all of the fun myself. Everybody wanted a piece of you, Harry. They all will get a piece too; all in good time."

"Harry, I'd like you to meet Madison," she said with mock formality, as though introducing him at an afternoon tea.

A female form stepped into the mirrored line of Harry's sight at the foot of the table. She was tall and slim, with long, wavy red hair, green eyes and full, sensuous lips. She had the "peaches and cream" complexion prevalent in red heads, with freckles on her shoulders and chest. Madison's full breasts were capped by reddish pink nipples, visible through the cutout in her fetish style red-leather bustier. Sheer, red nylon panties and matching hose completed her outfit.

Madison stood with hands on hips, smiled down at him and absently licked her lips in anticipation.

"Harry, this is Shanella," Dr. Jansen, motioning with her arm. 

Harry's eyes widened as a tall, exotic looking black woman stepped into his line of sight beside Madison. She was very dark, with almost purplish black, full lips setting off incredibly white teeth. Her hair was straight and very shiny, pulled back into a tight bun behind her head, giving her a sleek, glossy, severe look. Like her hair, her black PVC outfit glistened in the light. Hanging menacingly from her belt was a coiled whip.

Dr. Jansen continued:

"Finally Harry, this is My Ling."

Stepping into Harry's line of sight was a childlike figure, short and slight, she barely came up to Shanella's shiny black halter top as she took her place beside her.

Of southern Chinese descent, My Ling was barely four foot ten and weighed only eighty-five pounds but she was well proportioned for her size with champagne glass shaped breasts and hard nipples pressed against her black spandex halter. Her matching briefs hugged tiny but well-rounded hips. Her hair was bluish black and cut short. She had the white, porcelain like complexion of the southern Chinese. Her glossy red lips and coal black eyes were set in a stern expression of contempt as she glowered down at Harry. She had the smallest, most delicate hands and feet Harry had ever seen in an adult woman.

My god, what have I gotten myself into? Three of them, and Dr. Jansen. How the hell do I get out of this! What are they going to do to me, and why? The questions kept popping up in his mind. Harry stared up at the mirror, at the reflections of the doctor's three assistants and knew he was in a lot of trouble

They all looked like they couldn't wait to tear him apart. Madison continued to slowly lick her lips. Shanella unconsciously ran her fingers up and down the handle of the whip coiled on her hip. My Ling just stared down at Harry, boring into him with those soulless, black eyes. Harry focused on their faces, looking first at Madison, then Shanella, then My Ling, then back to Madison.

Somehow, they looked familiar. I've met them before. I know them; not well, but I've seen them. Can't remember who they are, . . . concentrate, he said to himself, this could be important. It could save your life. Think man, think.

Harry continued to look at their faces, eliminating their fetish gear and trying to imagine them in normal clothes, trying first casual outfits, then formal cocktail dresses and gowns. After a few moments a look of recognition came over his face.

I've got it! I've got it. The last time I saw that black woman was at the formal Bar Association dinner two years ago. She's Judge Parker's wife! The Judge suffered a stroke shortly after that Harry recalled. Couldn't believe he had a stroke. He was a young guy, maybe a couple of years older than me. Made a fortune in real estate development before he was appointed to the

bench. He survived the stroke but was completely incapacitated by it. Heard he was a slobbering imbecile now who needed full time care. Haven't seen either the Judge or his wife since. What the hell is she doing here?

Harry continued to look at the reflection of the three in his overhead mirror. Something about Madison caught his eye. Harry stared at her, searching his memory, sure there was something familiar about her. The hair, the hair, I've seen that mane of flaming red hair, but where, . . where?! . . . .

The image seemed to pop into his mind all at once. It was flaming red haired woman in an exquisite, low cut, dark green ball gown. It was at last year's Cancer Society benefit. I would have hit on her then if I'd have had the chance. She was in the receiving line, standing

next to the head of the Cancer Society, Franklin Stone, Dr. Franklin Stone, former chairman and CEO of Cellex Pharmaceuticals. She's his wife; Maddy, Maddy Stone. He remembered that Dr. Stone was also very ill. Some kind of heart problem he'd heard; bedridden, an invalid. He was also in his prime - early fifties I think. Odd coincidence, Harry thought - the wives of both

men, now invalids, involved in on this plot, this, this kidnaping.

The pieces started to fall into place like the tumblers of a lock clicking into place. He was starting to make sense of it and as he did so, his horror grew.

Harry shifted his gaze to My Ling. She didn't register. He couldn't be sure if he'd seen her before. She looked vaguely familiar but mentally placing casual clothes or formal wear on her didn't help. If Harry had seen her before he hadn't spent much time looking at the details of her face. Like most Caucasians, Harry tended to gloss over the details of an oriental's face, noting only that they were oriental and looking no further. That is why orientals often look alike to Caucasians. They just don't register anything beyond the racial category.

Dr. Jansen took her place in front of her three assistants, turned to them and said:

"Ladies, why don't we prepare Harry for his first attitude adjustment treatment," the doctor said to the group. 

Each of the ladies turned to the left and headed outside of Harry's field of vision, returning moments later holding some black leather items.

Madison and Shanella each held twof black leather cuffs in their hands, one much larger than the other. Each of the cuffs was studded with several small metal rings embedded in the leather. My Ling was holding a pair of black leather gloves. All three advanced on Harry.

My Ling climbed up on the table and straddled Harry's substantial belly, facing his feet.

Madison and Shanella knelt on the table by Harry's feet, Madison on his left side, Shanella to his right.

Madison took the smaller cuff in her hands and buckled it onto Harry's left ankle, using a small padlock to secure the cuff permanently in place. Next she buckled the larger cuff tightly onto Harry's left thigh, just above the knee. Similarly, Shanella buckled her cuffs onto Harry's right ankle and thigh.

My Ling put her leather gloves on as the other ladies were completing the cuffing. Harry could see that My Ling's left glove appeared ordinary enough, black, leather, much like a thin, expensive driving glove; but the right glove had a number of small, sharp metallic projections in the palm. Harry's eyes grew wide when he saw the sharp metal points in the glove palm. He didn't know exactly what they were for but he knew it couldn't be good for him.

Harry watched as Madison and Shanella moved and positioned the collars with the attachment rings along the horizontal bars, eying him several times before making further small adjustments and then locking them down in place with the wing. Madison attached a small, double ended snap clip to the ring positioned across from Harry's left knee. Shanella mirrored Madison's actions on the right side. When they were finished, they sat down on the table at Harry's feet and awaited the doctor's further instructions.

They did not have long to wait. Dr. Jansen straddled Harry's face again, leaned over, stuffed a red rubber ball gag into Harry's mouth and secured the strap tightly behind his neck. Next, Harry felt a hand slowly encircling his balls. He looked up at the mirror and saw that it was My Ling grasping them in her gloved left hand.

Her small hand gripped his scrotum between the base of his dick and his testicles. She slowly squeezed down pressing his testicles against the bottom of his scrotum until the skin around them was thin, smooth and shiny. Dr. Jansen looked down at Harry and showed him an alligator clip in her right hand.

"Now Harry," Laura said menacingly, "Madison and Shanella are going to unstrap your legs from the table, one at a time, and attach them to the rings on the metal bars." If you resist in the slightest, My Ling is going to squeeze your balls with her other hand, the one with all of those deliciously sharp needles embedded in the palm. She will squeeze you tighter and tighter until I tell her to stop and that won't happen until I get some blood first. And, just in case you don't get the "point" fast enough, you will stop breathing for a while, maybe a long while . . ., maybe forever," as she put the alligator clip right in front of his eyes and ran it lightly over each nostril.

"And remember Harry, the pain doesn't stop when you obey. It keeps going until I think it should stop, if ever. Well Harry, are you going to make this hard or easy? Hmmm . . . we'll see."

Laura nodded slightly to Madison and Shanella who immediately sprang into action, working on one leg at a time, unbuckling the straps holding Harry's left leg to the table. Before the last strap came off, Shanella took a position on her haunches straddling his left leg. Madison took a firm grip on his left ankle and unbuckled the last strap. Harry didn't move his leg one bit; in fact he let it go completely limp.

Madison slowly lifted up his leg and then positioned herself inside of it. She pushed it outward towards the bars. Shanella simultaneously raised up to a squat, guided the leg over to the ring and deftly clipped the dangling d-ring to Harry's left ankle cuff.

The doctor smiled down at Harry. "Now that's a good little boy. I think you're getting the idea. Now we'll do the other leg, and, if you are still a good little boy, I will let you breath a while longer," Dr. Jansen laughed and stroked Harry's nostrils again with the clip.

Madison and Shanella again sprang into action, unbuckling the straps on his right leg and positioning themselves to keep control while they moved it to the other upper bar. The moment of truth came when they took the last strap off. Madison firmly lifted his leg by the ankle and pushed it outward.

Again, Harry's leg was completely limp, but, unlike the first leg, Madison had difficulty pushing this one far enough to reach the bar. With his left leg already spread and clipped to the opposite upper bar, they were trying to spread Harry's legs almost five feet apart to attach the other leg and Harry just wasn't very limber.

Madison struggled to push the right leg over, using her legs for leverage to push off the inner thigh of Harry's already stretched left leg, pushing hard on Harry's ankle with both hands. Shanella, straddling Harry's leg, added her strength to the effort using her left leg like a lever under Harry's right thigh to pry it outward, pushing outward against his knee.

Harry did his best to remain limp but he could tell that his tight muscles just weren't cooperating. His leg started to quiver as tight muscles resisted the stretch. Harry felt the sting of sharp needles on his balls as My Ling slowly closed her specially gloved right hand over Harry's tightly drawn nuts.

Laura opened the jaws of the alligator clip and ran the sharp teeth up and down the outside of Harry's nostrils. Harry screamed and screamed but all that came out was a muffled sound emanating from deep in his throat.

Oh god, I'm doing the best I can, I'm not resisting, I'm not resisting, I'm just not fucking limber enough to do a split and that's what you're trying to get me to do, he thought.

Aieee! Oh god, she's grabbing my balls, gonna puncture them, I'll be ruined

for life. No! Not the clip, not on my nose! Let me breath, Let me breath! I'm trying, I'm trying! His mind screamed in protest.

Slowly, Madison's and Shanella's exertions bore fruit as Harry's leg gradually moved outward towards the bar. Harry scrunched his eyes up in agony as his inner thigh muscles were stretched to the tearing point and as My Ling tightened her needle grip on his balls. Most of all, Harry feared the little alligator clip. He was sure the bitch was crazy enough to leave it on and hump herself on his face 'til she came as he suffocated to death. He could take anything, anything but that.

Finally, with a faint "click", Harry's right ankle was clipped to the ring on the other bar. Harry was in agony even though My Ling released her grip on his balls as his thigh muscles resisted a stretch beyond any point they had ever been stretched, to accommodate the near split.

Despite the pain, Harry was relieved that his leg had reached the bar and the threat of suffocation was over, at least for now. Madison and Shanella were breathing heavily and perspiring from their exertions. They were both slick and glistening from their sweat.

"I was beginning to wonder about you Harry," Dr. Jansen said as she stared down at him with cruel eyes from far above his face.

"But it looks like you are just fat, tight muscled and out of shape. Too bad for you Harry. This not the first time that you're going to be stretched a bit to achieve a desired position. You're the meat on my table now and I'll arrange you any way I want," the doctor said as she smiled down at him and patted his cheek with her right hand.

"Now you continue to be a good boy Harry. We have just a little more preparation to do before the attitude adjustment really starts and this next position is one of my favorites. I hope for your sake that you don't spoil it for me by kicking up a fuss. I would so hate to lose you before we really got started."




Master of the Universe Ch. 03



Laura twirled the alligator clip in front of his eyes and drew it down slowly across his nose. Harry's eyes again widened in fear as he tried to focus on the clip, nearly crossing his eyes in the attempt. Harry looked up her icy blue eyes locked onto his and the grim set of her lips and knew his trouble was just beginning.

She's not bluffing. This crazy bitch is just looking for an excuse to snuff me. Don't give her one. Just do everything she says. There'll be an opening later. They'll make a mistake and I'll be ready. Meanwhile, just hang on, he repeated to himself in his mind.

Madison and Shanella got down from the table and walked back behind Harry's head, out of his field of vision.

My Ling remained straddling his belly, the smooth palmed, left gloved hand still tightly wrapped around his scrotum above his balls causing his nuts to turn first red, then a deeper shade of red and finally an angry purple. She was smiling, enjoying herself, occasionally shaking her left hand to see how the stretched balls reacted. She rested the palm of her needle studded right hand lightly on his shaved pubic area just above his limp dick.

Madison and Shanella busied themselves with a coil of three quarter inch, nylon rope behind the cylinders.

As Dr. Jansen teased Harry by lowering her pussy to his gagged mouth and brushing it lightly around his lips, Madison and Shanella measured out lengths of rope, coiling a few turns around the center of each cylinder and tossing the remainder of the rope on the floor behind it.

The cylinder was flanged at the top and the bottom so once coiled around it, the rope would not slip off in either direction. They each took the measured part of their ropes, passed the end through a pad eye at their respective corners of the table, ran it down the length of the table on each side and, holding it by the ring embedded at the end, attached it with a double ended snap clip to the cuffs buckled just above Harry's knees.

Dr. Jansen continued to tease and tickle Harry with her pubic hair, drawing it slowly over his mouth and nose and grazing the sides of his face with her smooth, nylon sheathed thighs.

Madison and Shanella returned to their cylinders and, with a slight nod by the doctor, flipped a switch. Harry heard a low, almost imperceptible hum as both women stepped back behind the cylinders and picked up the part of the rope on the floor behind the cylinders. The cylinders started to turn.

Madison and Shanella gripped their ropes with both hands and eased back on them, drawing back the additional length of rope produced by the turning cylinders. Harry looked up at the mirror above him and realized that the cylinders were electric winches and they were slowly turning, drawing the slack out of the ropes attached to Harry's thigh cuffs. With four turns around each winch there was no slippage.

The winches inexorably hauled in the lines, removing the slack first. With all of the slack gone, Harry felt a firm tug on each thigh, just above the knee, building to a hard tug as his knees were slowly drawn back and out, towards the corner pad eyes through which the rope ran to each winch.

Dr. Jansen smiled down at Harry and grinned her broadest smile yet as she saw the horror register on Harry's face as his legs were slowly being drawn back; the collars holding the rings to which his ankles were attached having been loosened to allow them to slide back as the winch pulled Harry's legs back.

"That's it Harry, be a good little boy while your own Dr. Laura brings your nice, chubby little legs up. There's nothing you can do about it anyway - those winches are much stronger than your puny muscles and, those muscles don't work very well without air, now do they Harry," she said.

A loud peal of laughter exploded from her lips as she tilted her head up to enjoy the sight in the ceiling mirror of Harry's knees slowly moving towards her. As Harry's knees were drawn back and out by the winches, the rings holding his ankles to the lengthwise rods slowly slid back along the rails, keeping his legs widely stretched apart as they were being drawn back.

Oh god, Oh God, OH GOD!, what are they doing to me. I'm being twisted and folding like a pretzel. Are they going to break me in half? Tear me apart with those winches?! I'm helpless, . . can't do a thing. How far are they going to pull my legs? How Far?! What are those fucking bitches doing to me! They can't get away with this; can't, . . . can't. Won't

let them. Please stop, PLEASE STOP IT! His mind screamed in protest as nothing but a muffled groan escaped his gagged mouth.

Harry started feeling the pressure on his lower back as his legs were drawn past his waist, then up his torso towards his chest. He also felt immediate, painful pressure on the insides of his thighs as his already widely stretched legs were being pulled further apart as his legs were drawn back, out and down towards the corners of the table.

Harry grimaced in pain as his hip joints and lower back creaked and cracked as the irresistible force of the winches pulled bones, joints and muscles to it whether they wanted to go that way or not. The pain became nearly unbearable as his knees were slowly drawn back and back and back like some horrible mediaeval torture. Dr. Jansen watched his face from above and smiled, delighted with every grimace.

Harry started to shake uncontrollably and scream in pain, screams muffled almost completely by the ball gag stuffed in his mouth, just as the winches stopped.

There were tears in Harry's eyes, tears of pain, tears of fear and tears of gratitude for being spared. They leaked from the corners of his eyes and rolled down the sides of his head. He looked up at the doctor with a mixture of pleading and thanks, understanding fully for the first time that she dispensed pain and comfort, life and death with a slight nod of her head; that he was entirely in her hands, dependent totally on her beneficence.

He was breathing rapidly, chest heaving and he was covered in a thin sheen of perpiration. His body continued to shake, partly in fear and partly from the pain of the physical assault on his muscles and joints. Harry's cool, rational, thinking process was almost gone now. He was in reflex mode as he strained against his bonds and looked up to Dr. Jansen waiting for the next command.

End of Part 3



Master of the Universe Ch. 04



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Harry looked up at the mirror and surveyed his circumstances. He saw that he was bound fast to the table; wrists cuffed together and pulled tightly down behind him below the table; head and neck bound to the narrow board projecting from the head of the table; mouth jacked wide open and held that way with a dental brace and stuffed with a red rubber ball gag tightly secured by a strap tied behind his neck; thick leather straps held his upper chest, abdomen and hips tightly to the table; and his legs...

He saw his legs widely splayed out and pulled back, obscenely exposing his tiny pink asshole, cock and balls. He was helpless and fully exposed to whatever abuse Dr. Jansen and her minions wished to mete out. He was in the middle of a nightmare from which he could not awake.

My Ling finally released her grip on his scrotum, turned to face Harry and said: "I'll be back lover boy. Don't go away." She smiled and laughed at her own little joke, slid off his belly onto the table, swung her legs around and nimbly hopped off. She stayed by the side of the table, leaning on it lightly with her right hand, taking in the sight of Harry, pinned, trussed and delivered to their waiting hands.

Dr. Jansen nodded in Madison's direction and said: "I think we'll give Madison the first piece of you Harry. She always has such creative ways of adjusting attitudes and always manages to have a little fun herself in the process. And if you're real nice and cooperative, she might even tickle your fancy a bit."

Madison sat down on the table towards the foot end, unbuckled and removed her red, high heeled, open toed sandals, dropping them to the floor. She then gracefully swung her legs up, planted her feet firmly on the table and stood up, balancing herself with one hand on the lengthwise bar above the table's edge.

She looked down at Harry's widely splayed legs, smiled broadly and took a few short steps between his upraised legs. She stopped with the reinforced portion of her red, nylon covered toes just a few inches from his upturned butt. She reached forward with her right foot, placing the balls of her nylon covered foot squarely on the balls in Harry's scrotal sack, resting her heel on the table.

She pressed down lightly as though gradually accelerating a car. Harry's reaction was instantaneous, struggling in his bonds with muffled screams of pain and fear. Madison liked the reaction and pressed down a little harder. Harry flailed even more but he was held fast, pinned tightly to the table and the iron frame. Madison eased the pressure, watching Harry relax the strain on his bonds and then pressed down again, enjoying the immediate tension in Harry's body and his muffled cries of anguish.

Madison eased her foot up and back a bit, lightly resting her nylon covered toes on Harry's aching balls. She flexed her toes up and down, stroking his balls as she went. She ducked her toes down under his pink, wrinkled ball sack and, using her big toe, pressed down firmly on his perineum, that sensitive little patch of skin between his scrotum and anus.

She moved her big toe in small circles as she continued to press down firmly, massaging his prostate. Harry's muffled sigh of pleasure brought a smile to Madison's face. Harry's dick stiffened in response, engorging with blood, growing before her eyes. Madison stopped circling and moved her big toe away from his pleasure zone, raising her foot and reaching out a bit, bringing the sole of her smooth, nylon covered foot to rest on Harry's genitals, heel covering his balls, arch and balls of her foot pressed on Harry's now engorged dick.

Harry's whole body tensed in anticipation of pain. Madison did not disappoint him.

Like a pianist working the foot pedals, Madison "played" Harry for all he was worth, alternately pressing down hard on his dick, just below the corona with the hard balls of her foot, grinding it down against his pubic bone; then shifting her weight to her heel, pressing and flattening his balls against his perineum.

Madison watch Harry tense and groan, relax, tense and groan in time to her movements, controlling him like a puppet on a string, dancing to Madison's tune. Harry heard Shanella yell, "play him honey, play him!"

After a few more cycles of pain and pleasure, Madison stepped back off his genitals and then moved her foot forward again, pressing her nylon covered big toe against Harry's upturned anus. The pressure increased as she steadily pushed her big toe squarely into his puckered red asshole.

Harry's whole body tensed up again as his anal sphincter slowly opened to allow the tip of her big toe in. Madison wiggled her toe around a bit and pressed down more, sliding her large, calloused toe about half way into his ass, about as far as she could with the nylon covering it. She

pumped it back and forth, watching Harry jerk and moan in response. Again, it brought a broad smile to her face.

She pulled her toe out and balanced his ball sack on the tip of it, moving it up and down as though weighing it. She scratched lightly on his balls with her nylon covered toenails, flexing them back and forth, eliciting muffled moans of pleasure from Harry. Then suddenly she kicked his ball sack with a short, swift chop of her foot, bringing muffled howls of pain from Harry as he jerked hard but uselessly against his bonds. This brought the biggest smile yet to Madison's red lips.

Madison put her foot up on Harry's dick again, balls of her foot on its head, heel digging into the very root of his tool.

Grasping the centerline bar above her to balance herself, she lifted her other foot, putting most of her weight on the other foot crushing his dick, and then put the raised foot down lightly on Harry's lower abdomen. Harry wiggled and strained at his bonds but Madison just steadied herself on the overhead bar, standing with much of her weight on Harry's pelvis.

Still balancing herself, she took a few steps along Harry's torso, stopping at his chest. She waited until Harry sucked in a big breath through his nose and smiled when he struggled to expand his chest against her crushing weight. She took her right heel and ground it into Harry's left nipple, using the texture of the nylon to abrade the sensitive nub. She took a few more half steps, stopping on Harry's collar bones which bore the brunt of her weight.

Madison lifted her right foot and brought it forward along Harry's neck, sliding the arch of her foot along the side of his neck until it touched the metal bracket holding his neck to the narrow board . She then reversed the foot's direction, sliding it back down. She did this once more before sliding her foot over across his neck so the balls of her foot rested lightly on his larynx.

She looked down at Harry, directly into his eyes. He looked up and for a moment thought he saw her eyes narrow a bit in fierce hatred as though preparing to crush his larynx; to extinguish him with just the slightest shift in her weight.

She added just a little more pressure to that foot and watched as Harry reacted as though a red hot poker had been shoved up his ass. His muffled screams grew louder as he struggled against his tight bonds, managing a slight wiggle with his legs and arms. 

"Just a few more pounds of pressure Harry and your throat will be crushed. Should I do it Harry? Should I get it over with?"

Madison paused as though waiting for an answer. Then added a tad more pressure on his throat to see his reaction. She wasn't disappointed. He flailed and screamed as never before. Madison laughed loudly at the spectacle, added one more little push and then released the pressure, raising her foot to his chin, resting her nylon covered toes on his widely stretched lips.

She traced the outline of his lips with her big toe and then rubbed the sole of her foot across his open mouth.

"You'd better please me with that tongue Harry or I'm going to finish the job on your neck. I'll crush your larynx slowly and get myself off watching you struggle for each of your last breaths," she said in a quiet, hushed tone that added even more menace to the threat.

She put her foot on his neck for emphasis before putting it back over his mouth. Dr. Jansen stepped forward and loosened the strap holding Harry's ball gag in place, put her finger in behind the ball and pulled it out. Harry sucked in a deep draft of air through his now clear mouth and windpipe before Madison raised her heel up slightly and then slid her first three toes into his mouth.

"Start licking those toes Harry. Lick 'em good; get 'em nice and wet. Then I'll have you do the rest of my foot followed by my calves and thighs. If you're a good little boy, I might even give you a taste of my honey. Now lick boy! Work that tongue."

Harry started licking, up and down; back and forth; around and around, thoroughly soaking the three toes through the smooth nylon. Madison shoved her foot further into his mouth, jamming the rest of her toes and front part of her foot into his mouth. Harry's mouth was crammed full of Madison's soft, nylon covered foot. He worked his tongue as best but could do little with so much of her foot jammed in.

He managed to lick across the balls of her foot in long swipes and then in each crack and crevice of her toes with the tip of his tongue. She jammed her foot further into his mouth, getting about half of it in, hitting the back of his throat with her big toe. His tongue was now pinned completely by her foot and could do nothing. She then slowly foot fucked his mouth in long strokes, getting her foot about half way in before pulling it out and then plunging it in again.

Madison withdrew her foot and slid her toes up over his nose, letting her nylon reinforced heel rest on his open mouth.

"Lick that heel boy and work that tongue over my ankle!"

Harry worked hard to please her, licking and curling his tongue around her heel, reaching up with the tip to swipe at the indentations of her ankle. All rational thought was momentarily gone from Harry. He was thoroughly terrorized by the thought of this red haired beauty, slowly and coldly crushing the life from him as casually as she would extinguish a cigarette butt on the floor. The entire focus of his life at that moment was Madison's heel and ankle, nothing else mattered. His attitude adjustment was off to a good start.

Madison pulled her heel out of his mouth and slowly sat down on his chest, sliding her leg over past his right shoulder, and then her foot and leg across his upturned mouth.

"Start working on my calf Harry, and pick up the pace. You're slowing down and you know what that means, don't you dear?"

To emphasize her last point she moved her leg back and put her foot on his throat, grinding it down with slight but distinct pressure. She moved her calf back to his mouth. Harry obviously got the message because he redoubled his efforts, licking away like a mother cat cleaning her kitten.

She slid down a little further towards Harry's face, presenting the upper part of her leg for his ministrations. He licked in long strokes using the flat of his tongue on the back of her knee and lower thigh. She slid further down, sliding her leg over his mouth and turning to present her upper, inner thigh. Harry licked along the edge of the nylon stocking, garter clip and elastic, moving closer to the source of the sweet, musky smell emanating from her wet gash. He

reached toward it with his tongue, straining for a taste but Madison kept it just out of his reach.

"Say, My Ling, check out Harry's equipment," Madison called out. "I need a big dick to fill me up. Is he worth fucking?"

My Ling stepped over to the table and reached over, grasping Harry's dick between her thumb and forefinger. "This inchworm? I don't think so Madison," she laughed.

My Ling flipped the limp member back and forth between her fingers. "I think this guy must be queer or something. He's about an inch from your delicious cunt, licking away and he's as limp as could be. Maybe he prefers guys."

"Harry, Harry, you disappoint me," Madison said. "I need a good, stiff dick right now and you're puny, drooping little fella just won't do the trick. What's a girl to do?" Guess I'll just have to find a substitute for a real man since there isn't one here."

Madison swivelled around on Harry's chest, slid down to the table and then hopped lightly onto the floor. She disappeared behind Harry for a moment and returned with Shanella who was dragging a wooden platform behind her with a small rope. The platform was about three feet by three feet in size and about eighteen inches high.

She positioned it directly under the part of the table upon which Harry's head and neck rested. The she stepped up on the platform, lifted her leg up and over Harry's face. Standing on the raised platform, her knees about at the height of Harry's pinioned face.

"That tongue of yours is too small for me Harry. I need something to fill me up and I think I have just the answer," Madison said.

Shanella stepped up on the platform carrying a large, black, double ended dildo with hanging leather straps attached in one hand and a pair of rubber tipped, stainless steel tongs in the other. The double dildo was about five by one and a half inches on one side, angled at about forty five degrees, and about eight by two inches on the other end. Each dildo was realistically shaped with bulging veins and swollen head.

Shanella stepped forward, straddling the top of Harry's head, facing Madison, and squatted down to get a closer look at Harry's mouth.

"Now let's have that tongue Harry," Shanella crooned. "Don't make me come in after it."

Harry tentatively stuck his tongue out, just barely above his lips. He was staring down cross-eyed to see what she was going to do with it. He didn't have long to wait. Shanella quickly seized it with her tongs and pulled it out, nearly yanking it out of his mouth. Harry grimaced in pain.

In the same motion, she jammed the smaller end of the double ended dildo into his mouth, it's large head jammed against the back of his throat, closing off his wind pipe. He gagged violently but it did absolutely no good. The silicon dick was jammed in fully and she moved quickly to buckle the straps behind his head and cinch it very tightly.

The eight inch black dildo rose majestically up from his mouth, curving slightly back towards his eyes. The tip of his pink tongue was still visible at the wide base of the dildo, crushed flat against his lower lip. Madison smiled down at Harry and licked her lips.

Shanella straightened back up, looked over at Madison and smiled. She reached over with both hands, covered Madison's engorged nipples with her thumbs and lightly circled them. She leaned over and gave Madison a long, slow, soulful kiss. They exchanged tongues, tasting each other, plunging them in and out in a kind of simulated intercourse. This was all occurring directly over Harry's face. Looking beyond the tip of the large dildo planted in his mouth, he took it all in.

Shanella pulled back slightly and said in a low, husky voice, "let me get you ready, honey." Madison smiled slightly and closed her eyes. Shanella encircled Madison's left breast with her right hand, squeezed it a bit and took the nipple into her mouth, licking and sucking in slow, circular motions.

Madison inhaled noisily through her nose at Shanella's first touch and then groaned loudly as Shanella's slow, circular licks sent a shiver of pleasure throughout her body. She was wet and growing wetter. Her pussy juice was overflowing, rolling in small beads down her thighs and onto Harry's upturned jaw.

Madison started to sway in time to Shanella's licks, growing weak in the knees as the hot tingle grew deep in her womb. Shanella licked downward, along the center of Madison's tight belly, below her belly button to the top of her wiry, red pubic hair. The lithe, black woman ran her fingers up lightly through Madison's pubic hair, pressing slightly with her middle finger to divide her nether lips and find her little nub of pleasure. Madison gasped in response, her legs shook as an electric shock of pure pleasure rippled through her.

Shanella's tongue continued down through her pubes to meet her rising fingers. They met at her clit which quickly engorged and stiffened, a small bead of pearly pink peeking out of its covering hood.

Madison rolled her hips now in time with Shanella's licks, thrusting her clit against her mouth with each thrust of her tongue. Shanella spread Madison's lips with the thumb and forefinger of her left hand as she slid the middle and forefinger of her right hand into her sopping tunnel.

She pulled her wet fingers out and grasped the dildo rising from Harry's mouth, running her hand up and down on the shaft, spreading Madison's slick cunt juices over its entire length. She continued to lick around her clit in tight little circles as she plunged three fingers from her right hand into Madison's dripping cunt, withdrew it and again stroked the black, ersatz dick. Madison couldn't take it anymore. The pressure in her cunt was building to the bursting point.

"Please . . . please," Madison moaned. "Please give it to me," she begged.

"Okay honey, I think you're ready now," Shanella said.

Shanella grasped the base of the black dildo and held it steady as Madison lowered herself, bending her knees, squatting over it. Harry looked up and saw Madison, who looked like some kind of giant Amazon from his vantage point, coming down towards his face, fiercely engorged, shiny slick pussy lips first, to meet the black pole rising up from his mouth. Her swollen lips made

contact with the thick head of the dildo.

She groaned loudly as the slight touch to her steamy hot pussy sent powerful waves of pleasurable spasms through her. She slid down on it a little more, allowing the thick member to widely spread her inner lips, tugging at her clit and sending more waves of pleasure coursing through her.

"Ahhhhhh, Ahhh, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!, that's soooooooooooo goooood!" Madison moaned, faced tilted up, seeing her reflection in the mirror.

Harry had a gynecologist's view of her cunt now as it split and spread before his eyes as the giant pole slowly slid into her. Her outer labia lips bloomed as they fully engorged with bright, red blood, causing her lips to bulge, divide and curl outward. Her inner lips were pushed in at first, then adjusted and slipped out, hugging the giant, black tube like a tight sleeve.

She rose and fell slightly, sliding the pole in and out a little to adjust its position and grease the few dry spots. Harry felt the pressure of the other dildo as it jammed against his throat, and then was drawn back by Madison rising up and then felt it jammed back down again as Madison dropped further down the pole.

Harry watched as Madison's pussy juice foamed white with the up and down agitation, creating a white line against the black pole where it met her steaming hot hole. She slid further down, feeling the girth press hard against her clit, rubbing the sensitive roof of her tunnel. She loved the feel of it filling her totally, pressing against the walls of her wet cavern as it plunged in.

Shanella continued to hold the base of the hefty dildo steady as her friend gyrated herself on it about half way down. Madison's copious love juices soaked her hand as it covered the base of the dong in a thick, slippery sheet.

Shanella squatted over Harry's forehead, nearly touching it as she leaned over and pressed her lips against Madison's clit, circling it with her lips and sucking hard. Madison gasped loudly at the touch and louder at the suction.




Master of the Universe Ch. 04



"Ohhhhhh, Ohhh, Ohhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmyyggawwwwdd, Yessssssss!, Yesss!, YEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!"

Madison thrust herself down hard on the huge pole, sliding down quickly, sucking in the giant member as Shanella face stayed plastered to her clit, tickling the tip with the tip of her tongue as she pressed her lips around the engorged nub. Madison pressed down hard, sliding the pole in, greasing the way with a few short up strokes before resuming her downward plunge.

Harry gagged again and again as the other end of the dildo banged hard against the back of his throat in time with Madison's thrusts. He saw her widely stretched cunt hole filled with the giant black cylinder, and watched it stretch wide to accommodate it. Her wet, widely spread slit grew closer as the giant pole magically disappeared inside of her. Her cunt juice was dripping all over him as her crotch came closer.

As he could only breath through his nose, the powerful aroma of her highly aroused pussy nearly overwhelmed him. It sent a shiver of lust through him despite the pain and humiliation of his position. The tips of her wiry, red pubic hair tickled his nose as her voracious cunt gobbled up the last few inches of black dildo, the white foam line now a thick band of white suds surrounding the remaining base of the black pole.

Shanella's ear rested on his nose as she followed the pussy slit down, tongue continuing to work on the engorged clit. At last, Madison hit bottom, the last half inch of the black dick disappearing into her widely stretched hole, pushing the thick, white cunt juice foam over Harry's lips and into his nostrils. It nearly cut off his only remaining source of air as the mist of her cunt juice filled his nose.

She pressed her cunt down hard on his lips and ground her hips in slow circles, making a loud "squelching" sound. Harry's visual world collapsed to the sight of her belly as she ground herself into his upthrust mouth. Shanella licked away furiously in tight little circles, pressing down with her tongue just below her clit. Madison felt it building, building, building, like a giant tidal wave about to burst forth on the shore; then...

"Ahhhhrrrrrggggggggg! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggg! Ahhhhh, Ayyeeeeiiii,

Oooooooohh, Arrrrrrggghhhhhhhhh; Oh Gooooddddddddddd YEESSSSSSSSSS!"

She howled in pleasure like a wolf baying at the moon; she spasmed in wild gyrations as the waves of pleasure completely overwhelmed her. She squeezed Harry's head like a vise between her creamy thighs and pressed herself down hard onto his mouth, lifting her feet up to let all of her weight rest on her filled cunt. Her foamy juice streamed down Harry's jaw and neck, pooling in a white, foamy puddle below both of his ears.

With Madison thrusting down as hard as she could, the dildo in Harry's mouth slid part of the way down his throat, jammed hard into the back of his throat. Madison continued to ride his face like a jockey getting the last bit of effort from her mount.

The powerful waves of pleasure spasms continued as Madison jerked her feet back to press her clit down on his nose. Thrusting down and forward, collapsing his nostrils, Madison cut off Harry's air. He struggled to free his nose from the pressure but in vain as his head was pinned tightly to the board. He could only signal his distress by tensing and flailing his legs and issuing muffled screams.

Madison noticed his distress and was turned on it by it even more as it triggered another overwhelming wave of pleasure as the head of the giant black dildo pressed against her cervix and bulged against the top of her hole bringing sweet pressure to bear on her inflamed clit.

Finally, she collapsed forward, gripping Harry's head with her thighs, legs curled up, sweaty belly pressed against his face, breasts hanging down above his head. She was breathing heavily from the exertion which was more than Harry could do. He was still flailing for air, the room growing darker as he neared blackout from the lack of oxygen.

Madison sat up slightly, lifting her belly up from his nose, letting Harry breath again. He immediately sucked in air through his now open nostrils, filling his lungs and being hit with the overwhelming aroma of her dripping cunt.

Shanella took Madison's flushed cheeks in both hands and looked down at her. Madison looked up and gave Shanella a sleepy smile. Shanella squatted down over Harry's forehead and gave Madison a long, slow, sensuous kiss, pressing her lips firmly against hers, stroking the side of her head and running her fingers through Madison's thick, wavy red hair.

Madison responded, putting her thumbs lightly on Shanella's nipples and stroking them in tight circles. "Hmmmm, that was sooooo goood Shanella. It's your turn now," she said.

End of Part 4



Master of the Universe Ch. 05



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Shanella and Madison embraced each other while straddling Harry's face. Shanella whispered something into Madison's ear as they stroked each other. Madison nodded her understanding and squatted down to sit on Harry's upper chest.

She leaned over Harry's face, pendulous breasts dangling over his eyes, and slipped her hands behind Harry's neck, undid the strap holding the double dildo in his mouth, grasped the slippery black member and pulled it free. Harry choked at the sudden movement of the dildo deep in his throat and then gasped for air as the airway through his mouth was suddenly open again. He sucked in a huge slug of air, filling his lungs, expanding his chest against the strap holding him to the table and exhaled noisily.

Shanella looked down between her legs at Harry and smiled broadly, gleaming white teeth sparkling against her black skin and thick, dark pink lips. She adjusted her position, moving forward just a bit to position her tight buns directly over Harry's gaping, open mouth.

"Okay my little man, I want you to clean me out, and I mean thoroughly - inside and out. I want that tongue of yours deep up my little, brown poop shoot and I want it licking all the way."

Shanella reached down to her ass cheeks with both hands, spread them wide to expose her puckered, pinkish brown ass hole and lowered herself, squatting down until her hole pressed itself against Harry's open mouth. Harry recoiled in disgust as he momentarily forgot about his precarious position and reacted as he normally would have had he received such a command from a woman. Harry made a serious mistake.

Shanella reacted immediately to Harry's hesitation, raising herself back up. "What's the matter Harry - my black ass not good enough for you? Afraid of getting your tongue a little dirty. Well, I think you need a real taste of me Harry to appreciate what you're getting."

As Shanella spoke, Madison slid off Harry's chest, hopped down off the table and moved back behind Harry's head, out of his field of vision. She returned carrying two objects which she handed to Shanella and returned to her position, sitting on Harry's upper chest.

Shanella took the first object, a pair of rubber tipped tongs, and quickly reached deeply into Harry's mouth, fishing out his slick, squirmy tongue. She pulled it out slowly, stretching the ligaments holding his tongue to the floor of his mouth to the tearing point. Harry groaned and screamed in protest, his tongue turning a deep red and then purple in color as the tongs squeezed down hard on it trapping the blood within and forcing it to the surface.

With her other hand, Shanella took the second object, a funnel with a long, curved neck and slid the neck deeply into Harry's mouth, sliding over and past his trapped and stretched tongue. Two straps extended from the funnel, dangling on either side of Harry's mouth. Shanella continued to slide the funnel neck into Harry's mouth until it hit the back of his throat. Harry gagged and coughed in response trying mightily to eject the funnel neck with his squeezing throat muscles. The effort was to no avail.

Shanella continued to ease the curved funnel neck down, down, down his throat, into his esophagus. Madison leaned over and buckled the straps behind Harry's neck, pulling the strap tightly to draw the funnel deeply into his mouth, pressing the cone portion against his open lips and securing it tightly in place. Harry's tongue was trapped outside of his mouth, pressed tightly against the underside of the funnel with no room for movement. Shanella let go of Harry's tongue, opening the tongs and watched as his purple tongue remained trapped between the funnel and his lower lip.

Shanella positioned her cunt over the top of the funnel and squatted down until her swollen outer labia just touched the open end of the funnel. She brought her left hand down to her cunt and spread her lips with her middle and forefingers Harry's eyes opened wide in terror. Harry heard a low hiss emanate from Shanella's spread lips. He felt the hot stream hit the back of his throat and roll down his esophagus, straight into his belly.

"Haaa! How'd ya like that?! Drink up Harry, there's plenty more to come."

The bright yellow stream continued to flow into the funnel with a loud "hssssssss," draining out the bottom into Harry's throat, the hot, salty liquid streaming down directly into Harry's stomach. Harry gagged but he could do nothing about it, the burning river of piss continued unabated, rolling down his throat, filling his heaving white belly.

The acrid, ammonia smell filled Harry's nostrils as he sucked in air as best he could. The steady flow of hot, yellow piss continued seemingly forever, filling Harry's poor tummy, causing his white belly to rise and expand as it filled with Shanella's musky, hot urine. Finally, the flow slowed a bit, then was reduced to a trickle, eventually just a dribble flowed down Harry's throat. Shanella squeezed her little but highly developed kegel muscles to squirt the last few spurts of urine from her little hole and then shook herself a bit to get the last few drops into the funnel.

"Okay Harry, we're going to try this again. Hopefully, with this little sample, you've developed a taste for my black ass because if you haven't, well . . . ."

Madison leaned over and unbuckled the strap holding the funnel in place. Shaneela lifted the funnel up out of his mouth, the tip scrapping his throat as it went. She took hold of his tongue which was still flattened against his lower lip

"Now, we'll start with my cunt, cleaning all of that golden nectar, using that tongue of yours like living toilet paper. I want to be squeaky clean in front before diving into my back door. And then I want you to go at it as though you're life depended on it, because, Harry . . . it does."

Harry lapped away at Shanella's widely spread cunt with the flat of his tongue, licking in long swipes, cleaning the remaining drops of urine from her inner and outer lips. The combination of salty, ammonia tinged urine, musky, slick cunt juices and sweaty crotch gave off a powerful odor, causing Harry to gag once more before continuing his enthusiastic tongue cleaning.

He probed her urethral opening with the tip of his tongue before swiping in tight circles around it, expanding the circles to clean the insides of her inner labia thoroughly, expanding once again to clean the inside of her outer lips before plunging deep into her hot, wet hole to draw out the thick, copious cunt juices flowing from within. When she felt that she was completely clean, Shanella directed Harry back to the original target.

"Okay my little man, you've had enough of my honey. . Haaaa, HaHaHa," she cackled raising her head up to look at her reflection in the overhead mirror, seeing her own gleaming white teeth in the picture.

Shanella raised herself up a bit by straightening her legs, moved forward, tilted her hips up and squatted down once more over Harry's upturned mouth, spreading her ass cheeks as she lowered herself. Harry saw his world disappear into darkness as her black ass descended over his face. He felt her weight press down hard on his face as she settled herself down.

He tasted her distinctive, musky ass hole as it pressed itself against down his lips. Harry was relieved to find that it was very clean. His nose barely stuck up through her ass crack with only the tips of his nostrils able to suck in air. He pulled in as much air as he could through the tiny, remaining openings and immediately got to work, thrusting his tongue as far as it would go, curling it into a tight roll to press it against her resisting outer sphincter.

"Ahhhhhhhh, that's it my little man, push that squirmy little tongue of yours deep into my hole and clean me out. C'mon boy, get that tongue in there!"

Harry pushed harder against her sphincter and worked the tip of his tongue into her dark hole. It slid in slowly, a millimeter at a time as her ass hole opened up to allow his slimy tongue to enter. She pushed down to meet his tongue which he stiffened to withstand the additional weight pressing down upon it.

"Oh Yesssssssss, that's it Harry, get that tongue all the way up there. C'mon, give it to me; ream me out with that tongue of yours."

As Harry thrust his tongue deeply into her rectum, Madison bent over at the waist while still sitting on Harry's chest, and ran her tongue along the perimeter of Shanella's tightly curled, black triangle. She blew on it lightly, flicking her tongue along the edges of her crotch and inner thighs as she went.

"Oh Yessss baby, come to mama, do me good girl."

Shanella tilted her hips up to meet Madison's grazing tongue, trying to get more pressure on her aching cunt. As she did so, the tip of Harry's nose slid back into the crack of her ass, pinching off his last source of air with his mouth tightly pressed against her asshole. He started to struggle, plunging his tongue in and out furiously to please her, thinking his air cut-off was punishment for lackadaisical effort. He grunted in protest but barely a sound made its way through the thick, mushy ass cheeks pressed against his mouth.

Shanella's eyes were closed as she luxuriated in the slick sensations of Harry's tongue sliding in and out of her asshole, twirling and reaming all the way in and all the way out, and Madison's flicking tongue teasing of her crotch and cool, sweet breath on her hot, sopping gash. Harry jerked against his binds in desperation as he struggled to free up just the tiniest tip of his nose through her crack to suck some air into his starving, burning lungs.

Shanella sensed the distress as Harry jerked beneath her and tilted her hips forward just a bit, pushing the tip of Harry's nose up through her ass crack, rising like a periscope to finally break the surface of hot, soft black skin to the cool air above. Harry sucked in a huge slug of air through the tiny portions of his nostrils free of her fleshy butt.

Shanella felt the rush of air on top of her butt, just above her crack and realized it was Harry's desperation inhale causing the light, tickling breeze. She smiled to herself realizing the wonderful game now available to her. Slight tilt of her hips forward, Harry breathes. Slight tilt of her hips back, Harry slowly suffocates. Life, death, life, death, all with the slight tilt of her hips.

She shivered all over in pleasure at the slick pressure of Harry's worming tongue, Madison's little lightening flicks and the deep sense of satisfaction and enjoyment of Harry's predicament.

"Get that tongue working Harry! You're slowing down. No tongue, no air. If that tongue of yours doesn't get me off, I know I'll go off a like a rocket if I slowly suffocate you with my ass. All that desperate grunting and jerking really gets me off Harry."

Shanella shivered all over in incredible pleasure as Madison found her engorged love button with the tip of her tongue just as Dr. Jansen flicked the switch on an ivory white vibrator and brought its tip to the entrance of Shanella's dripping hole. Shanella involuntarily thrust up to meet the vibrator and press her hard clit against Madison's tongue.

She bounced on Harry's face, impaling herself on the vibrator and driving Harry's stiff, curled tongue deeply into her butt hole. Madison used the flat of her tongue to press just below Shanella's clit on the incredibly sensitive underside of her nub.

"AAAHHHHhhhhhhhhhh, OOOOOOOOooooooooooohhhhhaahhhhhh, Yessssssss!" Shanella wailed at the triple onslaught. Her insides were starting to spasm from deep in her womb, outward in electric sparks to the entrance of her hole and engorged clit.

Dr. Jansen stroked her right breast, wetting the tips of her fingers on Shanella's drooling lips and pinching her rock hard nipple, squeezing and pulling in sync with the vibrator thrusts. Dr. Jansen flicked the switch on the vibrator again, turning it from low to high, and shoved it in to the hilt - eight inches of thick, white pulsating rod filling her cunt, pressing against the roof of her vagina, on that incredibly sensitive "G" spot.

As Dr. Jansen thrust the vibrator in, Madison finished her off by pressing down hard on Shanella's clit with her lips, sucking it into her mouth and using her tongue to make little butterfly flicks against the trapped tip.

Shanella lost it completely. She nearly blacked out from the incredibly powerful spasms of pleasure in what seemed to be every muscle and organ in her body. She had never felt anything even remotely like it.

She gushed cunt juice as it squirted from the small glands lining her inner labia. Her legs jerked up and she doubled over, squeezing Harry's head tightly between her thighs, jamming herself down on the vibrator and Harry's stiff tongue, in a paroxysm of pleasure that engulfed her down to her curling toes. She shook violently as the wild spasms inside her cunt turned her insides into white hot exploding jelly. Shanella rode Harry's face like a jockey closing for the win, inner thighs pressed against his ears, asshole jammed against his upturned mouth, legs jerking up and down in spasms that rocked her world.

As Shanella continued to cum, in spasm after spasm, Harry struggled desperately to breathe. Her jockey like crouch over his face sealed his mouth and nose in hot, sweaty black girl flesh with not a millimeter of space for an airway. Harry was jerking spasmodically against his tight bonds himself as he struggled for air. Just before he blacked out, Harry got a slug of air into his lungs as Shanella jerked forward just enough for the tip of his nostrils to clear her ass crack. The opening was short-lived as she again sealed his airway tightly.

Shanella gushed from every orifice. Her cunt spurted love juice as her tunnel gripped down hard on the impaling vibrator. The slick, greasy juice flowed down Harry's chin and jaw, rolled down the sides of his neck and pooled in a growing puddle at the base of his skull. Saliva dripped from the corners of her slack lips in long strings as she lost all control over her spasming muscles. A foamy white mixture of saliva and sweat covered Harry's lips as Shanella's asshole squeezed down incredibly hard on Harry's stiffened, impaling tongue.

Finally, the spasms shortened in duration and lessened in intensity as Shanella jerked a few times more in reaction to the powerful waves of pleasure and then stopped, collapsing over Harry's face in a release of all muscular tension. Dr. Jansen turned off the vibrator and slowly eased it out of her gaping, gushing gash. It exited her love tunnel with an audible "plop", followed by another stream of cunt juice that flowed freely out of her gaping hole.

The tip of Harry's nose broke through the top of Shanella's ass cheeks and sucked in air at a furious rate. Slowly, Shanella released her jockey's thigh grip on Harry's ears and lowered her feet to the platform, taking some of her weight off of Harry's poor, flattened face at last.

As her eyes began to once again focus and voluntary control of her muscles returned, she raised her torso up, the change in angle releasing another mini-flood of love juice, which rolled down Harry's chin and neck. Madison contented herself with slowly rubbing Shanella's tummy in slow circles with the flat of her hand, occasionally dipping down and running her fingers through her soaking crotch, as she looked lovingly into Shanella's eyes.

"You have no idea how good that felt Harry," Shanella said, slowly rotating her hips while Madison's fingers gently stroked her bush. " Looks like there may be some use for you after all. You're face makes a perfect love seat and I just love it when you jerk and squirm when you can't breathe. We'll have to do more of that!"

Shanella ground her crotch into Harry's face one last time as if to emphasize her last point before raising herself up off of him. Her cunt juice streamed down her leg as she stood up. Madison bent over and caught the juice with her curled tongue and swallowed it greedily, licking her lips to capture the drops.

Dr. Jansen put the vibrator down and took a few steps towards the foot of the table, stopping about mid-way down its length. She leaned over and took Harry's flaccid little penis between her thumb and index finger and waggled it back and forth.

"His face may be useful for fucking but that's about all. Have you ever seen such a sorry little dick in your whole life?! The great Harry Brennan! The powerful Harry Brennan! Haaaah Ha Haaaah! Four beautiful women are going at it with you and that's the best you can manage?! An inch and a half of soft jelly?! Really Harry, I expected more of you. We might as well cut that useless little appendage off and make a woman of you, eh?! We could slice off your dick and balls, shave you real smooth and then fuck your tight little ass-cunt. Bet you'd like that, wouldn't ya my little slut?"

Harry groaned in response. He tried to articulate words but between his exhausted tongue and widely stretched mouth, he just couldn't form sounds that even remotely resembled words.

"eees, eeeesss, oooooo, ooooooooooo"

Oh god, please don't cut my dick off, don't cut my dick off. I'll do anything, anything! Harry thought.

"Maybe you need a little more direct stimulation to get it up. Stimulating a man's cock and balls just happens to be My Ling's specialty. I'm sure she'll be happy to accommodate you. In fact, it will give us all great pleasure to see My Ling work you over. She is soooooo creative."

My Ling's lithe figure moved with cat like grace to the table. With a black leather pouch in one hand, she hoisted herself up on the table with the other. Dr Jansen stepped back towards Harry's head, leaned over his face, smiled her broadest toothy grin at him, shoved a red rubber ball gag into his mouth and cinched it securely behind his neck.

"There will be plenty of time to hear you scream later darling, but for now I think we'd all like to watch this show without your pitiful little complaints to distract us."

End Part 5



Master of the Universe Ch. 06



Copyright 2008. All rights reserved. This material maybe not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author.




Clad only in white silk panties, My Ling slowly walked the length of the table, closely examining her prey. She pushed and prodded his torso with her foot, getting the feel of the man meat she was about to torture.

With the sole of her tiny foot she felt along his rib cage and up his side to his armpit, sensing Harry's fear from the slick coating of sweat and the involuntary twitches that jerked Harry's legs. Her glistening red toenails ran little circles around Harry's left nipple as she watched it harden and become erect under her ministrations.

"I've waited a long time for this Harry. For years I've thought about what I would do to you when I had you in this position, and now I have you, I have you, and you are going to pay in pain and blood for everything you've done. Yes Harry, this is going to give me great pleasure - in fact we are all going to have a good time watching you suffer."

Planned this for years?! Who the hell are you, I don't even know you. Why would you be planning to hurt me?! What did I ever do to you? Oh God, leave me alone, please leave me alone. I don't want to die. I don't want to die! Harry thought, believing she might be his executioner.

Harry's eyes narrowed as he tried to focus on her face; tried to figure out just who she was. My Ling stared back at Harry's face and gave him a brief, ironic smile, almost a smirk.

"Don't know who I am, do you Harry? Hahh, that's pretty funny. You have eyes but you do not see. You've seen me before, many times. I've been in your house just about every day for the last two years. How about it Harry, enough clues. Have you figured it out yet.?"

Harry's eyes narrowed again as he searched his memory. He looked at her face and long, thin graceful neck. He took in her pert little breasts, tiny waist, slightly flared hips and thin, muscular legs. He stared at her panties and especially at the dark crotch which showed the outlines of her engorged labia. A small wet spot grew from between the two labia bulges. She was obviously turned on by both the situation and Harry's look of confusion.

Saw her many times . . . . in my house every day? Who the hell is she? Harry wondered.

Harry searched his memory. Something was familiar. Something about the way she moved, her slow graceful movements, reminded him of someone he'd seen. He just couldn't place it.

I've seen that movement before, but where? In my house, of course. Something else - those hands, those tiny hands with the glistening red nail polish - I've seen those also. They were moving in slow circles, pushing and kneading white flesh, the image formed in Harry's mind. Betty, Betty, she's somehow associated with my wife, Betty. It's her white flesh being kneaded, he remembered.

A picture flashed in Harry's mind, an image of his wife lying face down on a table and a small person dressed in a white uniform bent over her, kneading the white flesh of her exposed buttocks. In his mind's eye picture, he sees the hands, the red nails, her hands; he sees the image, recalling as he walked into their bedroom and seeing the white uniformed masseuse working on Betty and hearing the soft groans of pleasure those hands work worked her butt, sliding down the crack and back up again. The masseuse looks up as Harry walks in. It's her! My Ling! It's her! It's her! Harry saw the image of her face in his recollection.

Harry's eyes suddenly widen in surprise and recognition. My Ling smiles back in return and takes a few more circular swipes with her toes over Harry's erect nipple.

"Well, it took you long enough. Guess you don't pay much attention to the hired help, even the masseuse who has been in your home and massaging your wife every day."

My Ling stepped over Harry's upper chest, straddled him and slowly dropped to her knees, pressing all of her tiny frame's eighty-five pounds on him. Bracing herself with her arms on the edge of the table, she leaned forward until her face was directly over his and lowered it until it was just a few inches over him. She looked directly into his eyes, smiled and spoke in a quiet, menacing voice.

"I'm more than just your wife's masseuse, you stupid fool. After years of clumsy, incompetent, brutal lovemaking by you, your wife turned to a woman to pleasure and satisfy her. She turned to me. I'm your wife's lover, and have been for the last two years. And Harry, she has told me everything, the beatings, the rapes, and lately your predilection for ass fucking. I've also seen the bruises and tears to her beautiful skin myself. Always, the thought uppermost in my mind was revenge, revenge for what you did to my beautiful Betty. I've dreamed of this moment and planned exactly what I'm going to do to you. It's payback time Harry," she said in the same, cold, even tone.

Slowly she raised herself back to a kneeling position on Harry's chest. While still staring directly into Harry's eyes, she reached down with both hands and took his erect nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and squeezed them slowly, increasing the pressure with each grimace from Harry.

She pulled and twisted on his nipples for maximum effect, smiling in response to each facial grimace. She licked her lips with the tip of her pink tongue as Harry groaned in pain. His nipples reddened as she pinched them off at the base of the erectile tissue. She ran her thumbs over the nipple tips and smiled again.

My Ling released his nipples and reached into her black leather sack, pulling out two small, metal, cone shaped objects. She took the first one and placed it over Harry's right nipple and areola. She pressed it down into his soft flesh, centering the cone over his nipple. At the top of the cone was a thumb screw which she proceeded to slowly turn.

With the first turn, the open end pressing around Harry's nipple bit down and closed, squeezing the perimeter of his areola, pushing his nipple up. She turned the thumb screw another full turn and watched Harry grimace and groan in response as the open end of the cone closed further, severely pinching his areola. Smiling broadly at Harry, she turned it again, causing Harry to jerk in response as pain seared through his trapped nipple.

Harry's nipple turned dark red as trapped blood pushed against the surface of his painfully squeezed tip. She pulled on the thumb screw until she felt a slight click which locked it in place. My Ling then reached over and showed Harry two sewing needles which she twirled slowly between her fingers directly above his eyes. Harry's eyebrows shot up as his eyes widened in fear.

She took the first one and slid it through the open side of the cone and probed his trapped nipple with the tip. Holding the cone still with her other hand, she suddenly thrust it in piercing his nipple with one deft move, sliding the needle all of the way through until the tip exited out of the opposite side of the cone. Harry's frantic scream of pain was muffled by the ball gag in his mouth. His legs jerked back as he futilely fought to free himself. Sweat poured off of him in small rivulets as his body responded to the shock of sudden pain. A trickle of blood spurted from his pierced nipple as the dark, trapped blood found a way out along the shaft of the needle.

Working deliberately, with precision, My Ling gave Harry's other nipple the same treatment. More blood spurted from that nipple so that small, red lines traced down from both of Harry's nipples, down the sides of his chest. Tremors shook Harry's body in reaction to the piercings. Sweat stung his eyes as beads of perspiration ran off his forehead.

My Ling put her tiny forefingers through the small rings at the top of the caps holding the thumb screws in place and pulled up on them, testing the clamping power of the cones. Harry whimpered in response as the lifting motion caused more blood to spurt out of both nipples. My Ling smiled, very satisfied with her work.

Dr. Jansen reached over to a side table and picked up some additional items, handing two small pulleys and snap hooks to Madison and a short, flat metal rod to My Ling. Madison snapped in the two pulleys on two metal rings embedded in the centerline rod above the table, one above Harry's chest, the other over his crotch.

She ran a thin metal cable through each pulley, dropping the end of one cable down to My Ling and allowing the other to dangle well above Harry's crotch. My Ling moved with practiced speed to attach the end of the flat metal rod to the rings atop the tit clamps and then the dangling cable to the ring embedded in the center of the rod. Harry could see the result of My Ling's work and could figure out what came next. Again he trembled in anticipation and began grunting deeply in his throat to signal his objection.

My Ling stood up and admired her work, testing the metal rod attached to the tit clamps with her toes before turning to Dr. Jansen to accept a couple of lead pendants from her helpful hands. Harry squirmed a little more as he shut his eyes and tried to will himself to disappear. He opened them just in time to see My Ling attach the first of the lead pendants to the other end of the cable dangling down from the pulley above his chest.

She slowly lowered her hand holding the weight, allowing the weight to take all of the slack out of the cable before letting it go altogether. At five pounds, the weight jerked hard on the cable as the last bit of slack was pulled out of it, lifting the rod attached to the tit clamps, yanking them cruelly up.

Harry yelped in pain as his tits were stretched, pulling his sensitive nipples and trapped areola several inches from his chest, distorting them grotesquely. The sudden additional pressure also forced the last few drops of blood out of his pierced nubs, coloring his chest further with lines of red and turning the tips of his painfully clamped and stretched nipples a whitish gray.

My Ling added a smaller one pound lead weighted pendant for good measure and set them both in motion with the flick of her wrist, swinging and spinning, adding the centrifugal force of their pendulum arcs to the weights pulling mercilessly on Harry's trapped nipple flesh. My Ling smiled broadly, enjoying a private joke. Shanella, Madison and Dr. Jansen all seemed to be enjoying the same private joke as they looked down at Harry's stretched nipples and smiled in response; Madison dropping down to one knee to inspect the stretched nipples more closely.

"Whoooeey My Ling, you sure do nice work," Madison exclaimed in a half whisper looking closely at the cruelly stretched whitish, gray nubs of flesh, as the lead weights spun and dangled above her. "This stuff really gets me hot. Can't wait to see what you do next to this asshole's balls. Wonder how far you can stretch a scrotum?"

My Ling smiled at Madison, acknowledging the admiration and then promptly set about answering Madison's question with her delicate hands and practiced technique. She swung her leg gracefully over Harry's pinioned abdomen, straddling his chunky hips with her bare feet, and lowered herself down on his belly facing his shriveled cock. Harry felt her hot, wet, bristly bush through her thin panties press down on his belly as she sat back on her haunches and calmly laid out the items she needed next.

Staring up at the overhead mirror, Harry could see various small leather straps, thick rubber bands, short lengths of small gauge chain, thin metal rods, small metal plates and several coils of black cord. She leaned forward and grasped his flaccid penis between her thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth, wagging it like an accusing finger.

"Harry, Harry, tsk, tsk, tsk, still not too excited about all of this attention, eh? I think we'll have to stiffen you up a bit. You're not much use the way you are and we have plans for you Harry - especially this little piece of your anatomy."

She squirted a little lubricant onto her fingers and rubbed the underside of his dick up and down with the flat of her thumb as she gently pulled back on his soft prick with her other hand, hooking her middle and forefinger around his flared corona and stretching it a few inches.

She tickled the sensitive underside of the head with the edge of her thumb nail and continued to run the flat part of her thumb along the underside of his stretched dick. She used the palm of her hand to lightly rub the top of his dick head in small circles, running her thumb nail back gently to his urethral opening and then along the hyper sensitive edge of his corona. She could feel him stiffen as the blood rushed in to fill the spongy membranes of his shaft.

Like a snake turned magically into a stick, his dick grew hard and lengthened in response to her delicate touch, thickening and rising, filling her tiny palm and emerging all red and angry, lengthening beyond her grasping palm. It now stood up at an angle on its own, quivering in time to his pulse as blood was pumped in and out of his engorged shaft.

His dick glistened with lubricant as she slipped a black rubber collar over his dick. About two inches wide and shaped like an inner tube, she pushed it down to the base of his rock hard dick and attached a small gauge rubber tube to an inlet valve in the collar. Attached to the tube was a palm-sized, black rubber bulb which she proceeded to pump several times with her tiny fingers. The collar responded immediately, inflating, creating a pressure cuff around the base of his dick.

As she pumped the bulb twice more, Harry felt the pressure around the base of his dick increase dramatically, squeezing it hard. With one more squeeze of the bulb, My Ling trapped the blood in Harry's painfully engorged dick as the pressure of the cuff overcame his blood pressure, forcing all of the red liquid to remain trapped in his spongy flesh, pushed hard against the surface of his shaft. His dick turned a bright angry red, becoming darker red and finally a reddish purple as the blood trapped in his shaft was depleted of oxygen.

My Ling held his rigid staff up straight and ran her palm gently over the lubricated shaft, feeling every bulging vein strain against his thin, taut skin. With her other hand she inserted her thumb nail into his urethral opening and pried open its tiny lips. She pressed his dick head on the top and bottom along the glans causing the urethral slit to become oval and then circular in shape.

From her line up of implements, she selected a thin metal probe. It was no more than three sixteenths of an inch in diameter, eight inches long and shaped like a knitting needle with a thinner graduated tip at one end and a small disk shaped flange attached to the other end like the head of a nail. Running the metal probe along his slippery shaft to lubricate it, she inserted the tip of it into his urethral opening and pushed the first half inch of it into his cock head. Harry stiffened at the initial touch of the tip and then went berserk as watched the tip disappeared into him.

Grunting in both pain and alarm, Harry jerked back on his legs and tried desperately to free his pinioned body, all to no avail.

Harry screamed as loud as his muffled voice would allow as My Ling, exerting a strong steady downward pressure, sliding the metal rod down his urethral canal, twisting it to evenly lubricate the canal to ease its entry. Harry shook uncontrollably as his instrument of penetration was itself cruelly penetrated.

With about an inch of the metal shaft and the disk shaped flange remaining above his stretched urethral opening, My Ling released her grip on his shaft and picked up a small, cone shaped cup made of a black metallic mesh, about half the size of a shot glass. Harry stared at the strange looking device trying like hell to figure out just what it was and how it was going to be used on him. He didn't have long to wait.

My Ling fitted the odd looking mesh cup over the disk topped metal probe sticking out of his urethral opening and, holding the top of the probe with her other hand, pushed down hard on the cap until there was a low, audible "click," as the flange seated in place inside the mesh cup.

Harry watched in horrified fascination as she pushed the cap down, sliding the remaining inch of the shaft down into his dick and, for the first time, noticed six small silver colored, razor sharp curved prongs jutting out from the bottom of the cap. As she slid the cap down over his dick head, she pushed down on two spring loaded buttons on either side of the cap causing the prongs to expand, widen to clear the flared corona of his dick head.

With the bottom of the cap lined up with his coronal ridges, she released the buttons causing the six prongs to spring inward with great force, slicing into the soft, sensitive flesh just behind and under the glans, bringing another muffled yelp of pain and involuntary jerk of the legs from Harry.

My Ling inspected her work and saw with satisfaction that the only way that probe could be forced out would be for Harry to tear off the top of his prick in the process. A trickle of blood seeped from the embedded prongs and mixed with the slick lubricant covering his shaft as Harry continued to shake and moan in response.

"Well Harry, I don't think you'll be cumming without permission," Dr. Jansen laughed as she took a closer look at My Ling's handiwork. "If you did, I think you'd blow your top, so to speak. Now wouldn't that be something to see, eh? And we have such wonderful plans for that probe. How do you like having your dick penetrated Harry?"

Harry had never felt pain like that. As the knitting needle shaped probe was shoved down his dick he felt a searing, white hot, burning sensation that only subsided when it was replaced by the sharp, stabbing pain of the probe as it penetrated his urethral canal to the base of his dick.

As he fought back the urge to vomit, knowing he would probably choke on it with the ball gag sealing off his mouth, he stared intently at the mesh cap and the several other implements laid out on the table between his legs. Seeing all of that equipment, he knew My Ling wasn't done with him, not by a long shot. He knew also that she hated and despised him and that she had both the knowledge and the skill to inflict incredible pain upon him. All of this knowledge preyed on his mind, terrifying him beyond all reason or rational thought.

The most powerful lawyer in America was now a whimpering, blubbering, shivering mass of white flesh and Dr. Jansen and her friends were enjoying every minute of it.

My Ling next turned her attention to his balls, scooping them up in her palm and hefting them to test their weight. She rolled them in her fingers and ran her thumb over the entire surface of his scrotum and testicles, feeling the bumps and ridges along each ball.

Harry was quivering, arms and legs jerking with every touch of his balls in anticipation of excruciating pain. Harry expected her to squeeze his balls with her small hand. He was not so lucky. She hefted them once more and inspected his scrotal sack closely, looking under every fold, checking every wrinkle. She gripped him a little more tightly around his sack above his balls and watched as his testicles pressed down against the bottom of his sack, smoothing out the wrinkles and revealing the location of each purple vein. She ran her thumb lightly over the smooth surface covering his balls, feeling the location of each ball and attached vessels.

Satisfied with her inspection, My Ling picked up a thick leather strap with a small, silver colored slide buckle at one end and four thin silver chains attached at even intervals to the strap, joined by a common silver ring. Harry had never seen a parachute harness before and looked puzzled as he stared at it using the overhead mirror.




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She inserted the open end into the buckle to create a loop and slipped the leather circle over his scrotum just above his balls, allowing the attached thin chains to lay draped over his trapped nuts. She tightened the strap until it fit snugly but not too tightly around his scrotum. The action gathered his balls together into one scrotum covered sphere that blossomed out from the strap. Holding the top of his scrotum above the strap tightly in one hand, she used the other to push the strap down against the top of his balls, pushing them further away from his body and pressing them tightly against the underside of his scrotum.

With the strap now in place she let go of his scrotum above his balls and, using both hands and those delicate fingers, pulled back on the bitter end of the strap with one hand as she held the strap loop in place, hard against his balls, with the other. Like a corset, the strap pinched hard against the scrotal sack, strangling it. She continued to pull steadily on the strap end tightening the loop slowly and pushing his balls out further and further.

Harry was now screaming as loud as he could which came out only as hoarse, muffled grunts as My Ling's small, delicate fingers strangled his balls in a tightening noose. Finally with his nuts pressed as hard as they could be pressed against his scrotal sack without busting through it, My Ling stopped her steady pull and quickly secured the strap end through the anchoring buckle.

My Ling surveyed her work. Harry's swollen balls sprouted from his ball sack, the black strap cinched in so tightly that it couldn't even be seen, disappearing into the overlapping flare of his trapped balls. His horribly trapped balls were now a dark purple in color and stood out like a large plum from a pinkish gray stem. Harry was racked with pain as his sensitive nuts pressed painfully against each other and against the taut skin of his scrotum.

My Ling felt around his bulbous balls with her palm, testing Harry's sensitivity to her touch. He didn't disappoint her. His legs jerked and his torso strained against its bonds with even the slightest pressure on his swollen nuts.

"My, we do seem to be a bit touchy, now don't we dear Harry," My Ling whispered to his swollen sack, holding his scrotum like a microphone. "We're not quite done preparing those delicious eggs yet my little man. We have a long way to go yet."

My Ling lifted the silver ring to which the thin chains were attached as she reached up for the end of the thin cable dangling from the overhead pulley. With a quick flip of her thumb, the cable's snap ring hooked into the harness' silver ring. Dr. Jansen handed Madison a five pound lead pendant weight. Smiling down at Harry, Madison clipped it onto the other end of the cable dangling from the other side of the pulley and let it go.

It dropped about six inches before the cable stopped it short with a slight "twang" from the vibrating cable. The effect on Harry's swollen, trapped balls was dramatic. The force of the weight falling and the short stop jerked the parachute harness up in one quick motion, yanking his swollen, purplish balls with it. Harry screamed and screamed and jerked every part of his body that could move until Dr. Jansen pinched his nostrils closed with her thumb and forefinger cutting off his air.

"Now Harry, don't be such a baby. Besides, don't waste your energy on that - there is so much more to come. Save your strength my little man. My Ling is just getting started."

With the distraction of his sudden cut off of air, Harry stopped screaming and lay very still, praying that Dr. Jansen would let him breathe again. She obliged him, releasing his nostrils with a final twist of contempt. Harry greedily sucked in air, inhaling deeply and snorting as he exhaled.

As Harry focused on breathing, My Ling calmly continued her work, picking up a thin black bungee cord and passing one end around his stretched scrotum just below his trapped balls and looping it back around, tying a slip knot to form a noose. The cord, about eighteen inches long and with the thickness of a shoelace, dangled from his sack as she placed her thumb and forefinger behind the slip knot and, holding the end of the cord with her other hand, pushed the slip knot down towards the his scrotum, drawing the noose tighter and tighter.

Located just below the leather harness strap, the noose dug deeper and deeper into his scrotal flesh as she drew the noose tighter and tighter, the bungee cord stretching as she worked it. When she had drawn the noose as tight as she could, pulling the last bit of slack out, she deftly took two round turns with the cord around his scrotal sack just below the noose, lining the loops up tightly together. She then proceeded to slowly pass the cord around his scrotum, turn by turn, lining each loop up carefully, leaving no space between them and keeping the turns tight around the squashed sack.

The result was a kind of hangman's noose effect after a half a dozen turns with the cord compressing his scrotum into a thin, black column. With a good twelve inches of cord still unwrapped, My Ling looked up at Madison and gave her a slight nod. Madison immediately responded, adding a three pound lead weight to the five pounder stretching his balls up.

The result was immediate. Harry's horribly squeezed balls rose another inch or so as his scrotal skin was stretched by the added weight. My Ling took another half dozen very tight, carefully wrapped turns around his sack before again nodding to Madison who added more weight. This last bit of weight stretched his scrotum nearly to the tearing point as his purple balls were now a good six inches above his groin. My Ling took several more careful turns before tying stoppers to hold the loops tightly in place. 

Harry lay very still with only his chest rising and falling. Somehow, instinctively, he knew that even the slightest jerk, the slightest additional pressure on his ball sack and he would be neutered the hard way, having his balls ripped from his scrotum.

There was an eerie stillness as My Ling ran her thumb around the nearly bursting sack and checked the tautness of the loops with her other hand. Satisfied, she gripped the looped scrotum with one hand, leaned over and covered his swollen balls with the palm of her other hand, stretching her tiny, porcelain white fingers around his dark purple nuts.

Slowly, she tightened her grip and watched Harry's face twist and contort in massive, overwhelming pain that cut through his very core. Sweet pored off of him burning his eyes and blurring his vision. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut to ward off the salty liquid and to try to block out the horrifying vision of his slow castration.

My Ling released her grip on his balls, picked up a tube of gel and squirted a generous portion into her palm. With the middle and forefinger of her other hand, she dipped into the thick line of gel in her palm and rubbed the clear, viscous jelly around his dark purple ball sack. She took a second portion in her fingers and rubbed it carefully along the underside of his nuts, covering every millimeter of his tightly squeezed scrotum.

Wiping her hands clean with a white cloth, she picked up two round, concave plates of metal and looked them over carefully. One piece had four threaded bolts, each embedded in the plate at its edges and spaced equally apart. Harry saw that the other plate had four holes at its edges, corresponding in size and location to the other plate's bolts.

Harry looked on through the overhead mirror, puzzled at the purpose of this latest device. My Ling cleared up the mystery quickly by positioning one plate alongside his swollen sack. The curve of the concave shape fitting nicely around the curve of his swollen ball sack. She pressed it into place and rotating it in a small circle to obtain a complete and even contact with the coating gel.

Harry finally got it and screamed in horrified anguish as he finally understood the purpose of the plates. Little did he know that he only understood half of their purpose. The other half would have multiplied the horror tenfold had he known. He controlled the urge to jerk with his arms and legs knowing that any such movement could well result in ripping his manhood asunder.

He resorted to a whimpering cry, heavily muffled by the ball gag but discernible nonetheless as pleas to desist. My Ling smiled broadly, pearly white teeth gleaming against her red lips and dark framing hair. With precision, she fitted the other plate so its holes fitted over the bolts of its opposite number. She slid it on and pressed it into place, again spreading the gel along its inner surface by moving it in small circles alongside the ball sack.

Holding both plates firmly in place with the thumb and middle finger of one hand, she quickly fitted and twirled four small wing nuts over onto the four bolts, turning each so that the two plates were pressed firmly but not too tightly over its side of his ball sack. As the edges of the two plates were still far apart, there remained a thick stripe of purple scrotum, glistening with gel, separating the two.

My Ling took the white cloth she had used to clean her hands and, using only a corner, wiped the gel from the exposed stripe. She finished mounting the plates by taking several more turns on each wing nut, tightening the plates, painfully compressing his balls but not to the point of rupture.

My Ling surveyed her work to this point and adjusted the wing nuts on the ball sack plates slightly, evening out the pressure and bringing an anguished gasp from Harry as he thought she was going to crush his balls completely. She ran a long fingernail from her index finger over the dark purple stripe of scrotal flesh between the two plates and watched the goose bumps rise involuntarily over Harry's ass and thighs. Amazing how the human body works, My Ling mused to herself as she watched the reaction she had seen many times before.

Harry was whimpering quietly as he awaited the executioner's final stroke. My Ling took her time, enjoying the scene, Harry's quivering flesh and soft, mewling whimper framing the visual scene of Harry's utter exposure, vulnerability and degradation. My Ling had played this scene over many times in her mind, planning it down to the finest detail. She had often masturbated to delicious orgasm imaging herself in this very position at this exact moment, just before the true and complete picture of what she had planned for him was finally revealed to the creature.

She picked up an odd looking implement and looked at it closely. Silvery metallic in color, it was about six inches long and shaped like an exclamation point, about an inch and a half in diameter at one end tapering to about a half inch wide about two thirds of the way down and expanding slightly to about an inch wide at the base. Just beyond the narrow neck was a yellow rubber band like ring with a small diameter rubber tube attached to an inlet nipple on the band. At the end of the twelve inch rubber tube was a small, yellow rubber hand pump, shaped like an egg.

Harry watched her closely and puzzled at the purpose of the odd device. My Ling picked up the tube of gel and spread a thin line of goo directly onto the metallic object, going up to the bulbous head and back down to the narrow neck on the other side. With her thumb and forefinger she spread an even coat of the clear gel around the shaft down to the rubber ring and then on the other side of the rubber ring around the narrow neck and about a half inch further towards the base.

She looked closely at the gel coated shaft, checking for dry spots. Finding none, holding the device by its dry base in one hand, she took the tube of gel and squeezed out a generous portion directly onto Harry's rosy pink asshole, stretched wide and fully exposed by his widely spread legs pulled back and out by the corner winches. Harry finally understood where the blackjack shaped metallic probe was going and whimpered louder in protest.

Ignoring his muffled pleas completely, My Ling took the middle finger of her free hand and placed the flat part of the tip directly onto the gel covered wrinkled hole and pressed down lightly drawing her finger around the rosette in a tight circle. Steadily, she pressed harder with her finger tip, pushing through his outer sphincter and slowly working its way through the inner sphincter. She drew her finger partially out, collected more of the gel and plunged it back in, this time penetrating both sphincters and sliding in up to the first knuckle. She twisted her penetrating digit half way around to the left and then back around to the right, creating an evenly greased rear tunnel.

Harry's quivering became more pronounced and, despite his efforts to remain still, his legs jerked involuntarily in response to the invading finger.

My Ling continued the constant penetrating pressure, sliding her finger in to the second knuckle and again stopped and twisted it around to even out the coat of gel on his rectal walls. She then continued the steady pressure, sliding her finger in to the hilt, her upturned palm covering the sensitive strip of flesh between his anus and balls; the heel of her hand resting against the base of his tightly stretched scrotal sack. She pumped her finger in and out and twisted it around, spreading the gel in an even coat as far as her finger could reach.

She curled her finger slightly, reached up towards the front of his pelvis and felt the lump of his prostate through the rectal wall. She stroked it gently in small circles, spreading the gel evenly over the lump. She felt it contract slightly as Harry moaned in response to the pleasurable sensation. My Ling smiled and stroked it a little more, pushing up a bit harder to compress the sensitive gland against his bladder and pelvic wall.

Harry jerked in response and moaned louder, his widely stretched and shackled feet dancing a little jig as a wave of tingling pleasure spread out from his prostate and engulfed his entire groin.

My Ling stopped the pleasurable stroking as suddenly as she had started it, withdrew her finger from his sucking, grasping asshole and replaced the digit with the greased, metallic shaft she held in her other hand. Placing the tip of the wider end directly on his anus, she pushed it in with a steady pressure.

The wider end easily spread his tight tunnel opening and made way for itself, sliding quickly through both sphincters. As the wider end passed through, his rectum, it created a kind of suction which drew the remainder of the shaft into itself, up to the yellow rubber ring. With about four inches of the shaft sucked in, My Ling exerted a little pressure to get the rubber ring through his tight hole. With the ring in, she maneuvered the shaft so the bulbous end was pressing against the lump of his prostrate through the rectal wall and then she pumped the small, egg shaped yellow bulb, inflating the ring, seating the shaft immovably in place.

My Ling inspected the seal of the shaft at his anus closely and tested it by pulling out on the shaft at its base. It did not move in the slightest. Satisfied with the fit, she picked up a small, "C" shaped metal band about a half inch in width, coated the inner surface with more of the gel and placed it around his dick, just below the swollen edges of the glans and the piercing prongs of the mesh cap covering the head of his cock.

At both ends of the band the "C" bent back out to form two small, flat plates opposing each other. One had a small threaded hole, the other a small screw with a wide, key shaped head. She gripped the band with her thumb and middle finger and pressed the ends of the band together, fitting the screw into its opposing threaded socket and turned the key, moving the screw through the socket, drawing the "C" ends together, tightening the band.

She continued to slowly twist the key, a half turn at a time until the band was pressed tightly and evenly against his shaft. She then slightly adjusted its position and turned the key a quarter turn bringing an instantaneous response from Harry as the metal band dug viciously into the swollen flesh of his purple dick shaft. She gave it another quarter turn causing Harry to jerk spasmodically in response with a loud whimper.

A small amount of gel oozed out from around the band which My Ling anticipated and cleaned up with a few swipes of her white cloth.

My Ling sat back down on Harry's quivering belly as she surveyed her work. She saw Harry's painfully swollen dick squeezed tightly at the base with an inflated rubber ring, turning his dick a dark shade of purple. She saw his cock head covered with a tight metallic mesh cap, holding a knitting needle shaped metal sound deeply in his dick and his dick shaft encircled with a tight metal band behind the glans.

Next, she saw that his scrotal sack was squeezed incredibly tightly with a parachute harness connected to lead weights through a pulley and a shoelace like bungi cord wrapped tightly around the remainder of his scrotum to the base of his dick. She checked the tight, metal plates surrounding his swollen balls. Looking further down, she saw the end of the metal shaft held firmly in his rectum.

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw his pierced nipples pulled viciously up by lead weights hanging from a pulley, his bleeding nipples stretched horribly and grotesquely away from his chest.

She licked her lips. All was ready. This was the moment she had pictured in her mind dozens of times as she stroked herself. She knew that a little squeeze on her clit and she would cum she was so excited. She looked down at her own white panty covered crotch and saw that it was soaked with her juices. Small rivulets ran down her thighs and puddled on Harry's heaving belly. Although she had done this many times, this one was special; this one was personal.

My Ling had never felt so incredibly aroused, so incredibly alive as she felt at this very moment. She was a complete sexual animal, a predator at this exquisite moment, and the sexual power that surged through her made her light headed and dizzy.

Dr. Jansen wheeled in a cart with a gray, metallic box and rolled it up to the table, positioning it next to Harry's prepared groin.

It was an evil looking device. Harry's eyes grew so wide they appeared to pop from their sockets; his eyebrows did a little dance as the box came into his view via the overhead mirror. It was about the size of an attache case with rows of silver switches, black ceramic dials and knobs and several digital read out panels. A thick red cable terminated by a large, square receptacle hung down from one end of the box. A similar black cable hung down from the other. A dozen or so smaller diameter red and black wires lay coiled beside the box, each terminated at both ends by a plastic modular connector, much like a telephone wire connector but much smaller.

Dr. Jansen picked up three of the red wires and plugged their modular connectors into each of three of the four sockets in the large, square receptacle at the end of the thick red cable leading from the box. She handed the other end of one of the red wires to My Ling and said "dick."

My Ling took the end and snapped it easily into a small socket in the mesh cap covering Harry's dick. She handed a second wire to her and said simply, "balls."

My Ling took the wire and plugged it into the small socket in one of the plates pressed tightly on Harry's balls. She handed the third wire to her without saying anything.

My Ling plugged it into a small socket in the base of the shaft penetrating Harry's asshole. They followed the same routine with the black wires, My Ling wordlessly and quickly plugging them into the waiting receptacles. Dr. Jansen flicked on several switches and adjusted the dials and knobs, watching the digital readout closely as she worked.




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When she was satisfied with the readings, she picked up a small remote control and sauntered up to the head of the table.

"We have you wired up Harry and My Ling is going to have a ball riding your face while we light you up. She really gets off on pain. . . . your pain my dear boy, so this is going to be quite a ride. Breathe deeply while you can Harry because you're not going to have much air in a few minutes. Enjoy your last few moments of relatively pain free existence because in a few moments you're going to feel pain the likes of which you have never felt before."

"And it couldn't happen to a nicer guy," Dr. Jansen added, smiling.

Shanella, who was standing next to Dr. Jansen, took a large leather strap with two large loops at either end and passed one end under his pinioned neck, drawing it through and adjusting it so that the loops hung evenly on either side of his head about a foot down. "Stirrups for your rider, asshole," she said.

Harry looked up in the mirror. It was a scene of horror, straight out of the torture chambers of the Inquisition. The sweating slab of quivering white man meat on the table, stretched and wired looked nothing like him - at least the image he had of himself. It was as though he was watching some kind of erotic horror movie. He tested his bindings as he looked up at the image in the mirror. It too tugged and squirmed. It was him. It was really him. It was no movie; no dream. This was really happening to me, he realized. There was no escape.

He couldn't help himself. He began to cry. Tears rolled down his cheeks and his chest heaved up and down. He waited in fear for the first bolt of electricity to rip through him. 

End of Part 6 



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My Ling stood up, straddling Harry's belly, took a last look at the wires and connectors attached to Harry's tenderest parts, turned and stepped up on his quivering belly. Her unexpected weight forced the air out of Harry in a grunt and gush of air from his nostrils.

She took a few half steps up his torso and stopped in front of his grotesquely stretched nipples, lifting her foot and placing just her toes under the bar. With a little smile she lifted up a bit on the bar and watched Harry squirm in pain. A little more blood oozed from the pierced nubs, distinguishable from the earlier rivulets by its brighter color.

Harry foamed a little around the ball gag as he bit down on it in response to the sharp pain.

She stepped over the tit stretching bar and stood on his upper chest making it difficult for him to breathe. Her toes with bright red painted toenails rested lightly on his neck; her weight back on her heels. She lowered herself slowly to a crouch and then, balancing herself with her arms behind her, slid her feet down past his chest and along his neck, tickling his jaw and ears with her toes before dropping her feet down on the wooden platform below his head, sliding her dripping wet panty covered cunt along his upper chest and neck before rising up to straddle his face.

Harry looked up at her standing over him and grimaced, knowing the worst was yet to come. My Ling stared down at him, boring a hole in his eyeballs with her own jet black, merciless eyes. They were like a doll's eyes, unmoving black circles, no emotion. Harry felt like a lab specimen, an object, nothing more. 

Without glancing away in the slightest, My Ling hooked both thumbs under the waist band of her white panties and slid them down very slowly, showing her teeth through the garishly, bright, red lipstick, without smiling. With great balance, she gracefully lifted her left foot up and slid the panty leg hole past it, replanted her foot and then gracefully repeated the move with her right foot. As the panty came free, it pressed down on Harry's mouth and nose, implanting her musky scent deeply within him.

Her nether lips, cleanly shaven, were bright red, swollen, engorged beyond belief, slick and shiny with her juices. Her pink inner lips were also engorged and bloomed outwards revealing her dark pink dripping hole. A few drops of her cunt juices dripped down on Harry's lips and mixed with the sweat forming in beads under his nose.

Harry felt a pair of hands behind his neck untying the strap holding his ball gag in place as Madison worked the strap free. My Ling pulled the ball out and tossed the gag harness to the floor. She lifted her left foot up slowly and slipped it into the dangling "stirrup" loop. Holding onto the metal rods above the table for balance, she then raised her right foot and slipped it into the other stirrup loop. Releasing her grip on the metal rods, she slowly lowered herself down on his gaping mouth, gripping his hair for support and balance. She felt his hot breath on her wet gash as she planted her nether lips on his open mouth.

Harry didn't know what hit him when the first jolt of electricity tore through his balls and exited though his prostate and out his asshole. He was frozen in place, rigid with overwhelming pain. It was like a molten hot hand suddenly crushed his balls and then punched on through his groin and out his rectum. He didn't react until the juice was stopped moments later, flinging himself up in a convulsion of muscular contractions.

"Hmmmm, don't think he liked that Laura," My Ling said, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. "Better get that tongue moving counselor; that first shot was only half strength."

Harry was still shaking and jerking, the pain still gripping his punished balls and rectum, but he realized that she wasn't bluffing and immediately got to work tonguing her sopping quim.

Dr. Jansen stepped over towards Harry's face and knelt down on the platform, face just inches from his own. She adjusted a couple of dials on her remote, showed him the device and then slowly lowered her lips to his eyes and licked the pool of sweat that had collected in the corners. She loved the taste of fear and, after that first jolt, Harry was practically brimming with flavor. She pressed the button on her remote and watched Harry react.

This one was different. Not unpleasant, it was a totally different sensation than he had ever felt before. After adjusting the frequency, voltage and current, the effect was like a hot, pulsing, prickly, gripping hand, rhythmically squeezing his balls, his dick and the inner reaches of his gut. Dr. Jansen smiled down at him and stood up. My Ling rode his face, eyes clenched in feverish lust as she galloped in pursuit of the big "O." Dr. Jansen added a hand to the action, slowly massaging the girl's nipples, pinching and rolling them between her thumb and forefinger.

"Oh Yes - OH YES! More, . .. MORE! Give me that tongue. Lick it! Lick it harder! Faster! Harder! Faster! Yeeeeeeessssssssss!" My Ling screamed in abandon.

My Ling was riding him hard, groin pressed tightly against his open mouth, knees and thighs pressed against the sides of his head. Dr Jansen cranked up the juice just a hair and watched Harry react, thrusting his hips up, now flailing with a strange combination of pain mixed with pleasure. She increased the frequency, turning the imaginary gripping hand on his dick and balls into a machine like pistoning sensation.

A little more current and it was like turning the heat up, the imaginary hand getting hotter and hotter. More voltage and it was like the imaginary hand grew thousands of needles; the pain stabbed and ripped at his balls as sparks flew from the plates on his conducting gel covered nuts. He was still tonguing her like an automaton, mindlessly sucking and slurping at her rock hard pebble of a clit.

The petite girl gripped his ears and nearly ripped them out of his head as she jammed herself down on him. Her legs started to jerk up and down, curling as she crunched herself down to engulf every inch of his plunging, licking tongue.

She closed her eyes tightly as the heat in her groin built to a fever pitch. Deep in her womb she felt the first small muscular contractions that she knew always triggered an explosive orgasm. Again and again she ground herself into him, smothering him, smearing her juices all over his cheeks.

The first massive contraction hit somewhere near her sensitive cervix and expanded exponentially until it engulfed her entire groin, spreading outward like the surface of a rapidly inflating balloon. She went rigid, legs curled tightly up, torso crunched down, thighs pressed tightly against the sides of his head, experiencing the most intense, melting, erupting orgasm of her life. She threw her head back, opened her mouth wide and suddenly filled the room with a piercing scream of pleasure, "AAAAAAAAiiiiiiieeeeeeEEEEEEE! AAAAAAAAiiieeeeeeEE! AHHHHhhhhh! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh!

As soon as Dr. Jansen saw My Ling stiffen, she adjusted the controls to give pure pleasure to her subject, rewarding him in Pavlovian fashion for pleasuring the woman above him. Although it did not trigger an orgasm, an impossibility with the metal probe jammed deeply into his cock and the pressure ring around his shaft, it did induce a warm, vibrating sense of euphoria in the tightly bound man. Dr. Jansen smiled as she knew that, like it or not, Harry would associate this pleasurable feeling with the smell, taste, touch and sight of an orgasming woman.

My Ling continued to pump her legs in bronco busting fashion as she milked every last quivering spasm out of the crashing orgasm, emptying her juices onto his face. Harry struggled to breathe under her crushing, smothering pussy while accepting the warm, pulsating currents of pleasure that coursed through his groin and rectum.

The combination of endorphins and electrical stimulation relaxed his muscles completely. All of the tension in his widely stretched legs disappeared. They hung limply from their thigh and ankle cuffs. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in the thick, pungent aroma of the flowing gash pressed down upon his face.

For the first time since becoming aware of his prisoner status, Harry let down his guard, all thoughts of resistence, escape and revenge banished from his feverish mind.

My Ling collapsed over his face, sweat covered torso sliding over his girl cum covered cheeks as she hung limply over him, the only motion coming from her deep breaths. Slowly, she straightened back up, slid her feet out of the stirrup loops, planted her feet firmly on the wooden platform and stood up. The flushed, pinkish red color of her neck and upper chest and the deep red color of her shiny, blood engorged labia were the only remaining visible evidence of her intense experience.

She was business-like again as she toweled herself dry, brushed her hair and slipped her panties back on.

Madison and Shanella were soaked with sweat and juices as they leaned against the table, fingers deeply embedded in each others hot, wet boxes. Madison twirled her thumb around Shanella's engorged clit as the black woman urged her on, squeezing her thighs tightly around the red head's hand to drive it further up.

Harry watched and enjoyed the show, allowing his body to float along with the warm, pulsating sensation of the electrical current coursing through his dick, balls and rump. He closed his eyes and didn't see Dr. Jansen adjusting the dials on her remote. He didn't notice as she stepped over his upturned visage, straddling his face.

He had just registered the cool, smooth touch of nylon against his inflamed ears when the massive jolt hit him.

His eyelids shot open and eyes bulged as a sharp, ripping pain, unlike anything he had ever experienced, tore through him, slamming into his spine, shooting up his spinal cord, crashing into the base of his neck, exploding in his brain. He tried to scream but nothing came out. He had no muscular control, not even the control necessary to force air, and therefore, sound out of his body. It was as though a small nuclear device was set off somewhere between the base of his cock and the top of his rectum, blowing everything around it apart in a blast of sun-like heat and pulsing radiation.

The shot Dr. Jansen hit him with only lasted a moment, but when time seems to stand still, as it did for Harry, a moment lasts forever. Although the juice was turned off, Harry remained rigid for several seconds as the massive pain reverberated through his body. Finally, a mighty yell erupted from Harry's open mouth, a message from the very depths of his soul, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He went into convulsions as every muscle in his body suddenly began contracting and spasming on their own. Arms, legs, torso, all seemed to be separately alive, jumping, jerking, shaking and quivering as the pain his mind experienced remained fresh and replayed itself in his frontal lobes; the seat of his reason and rationality.

Dr. Jansen waited for the jerking limbs to stop before slowly bending over to whisper in his ear. "That is the penalty for peeping. Your function in life now is to service us, not obtain pleasure by watching us. When you are done servicing us, you will disappear, taking nothing for yourself. Any pleasure you may receive will be at a time and place of our choosing, not yours. Pleasure will be dispensed to you like food and water. You will never take it for yourself."

Harry looked up at her and saw those icy blue eyes boring into him. He immediately looked down, averting his eyes, not wanting to seem like he was challenging her.

"Oh, and Harry, just for your information, that was only a seven on a scale of ten. And, like the Richter Scale for earthquakes, each number on the scale reflects a ten-fold increase in effect. It could get worse; a lot worse - in fact, a thousand times worse," she said in an even, quiet voice as though she was discussing the weather.

All of the color seemed to drain from Harry's face as Dr. Jansen's words struck home. For the first time he understood that life as he previously knew it was over. There was no escape. They could do what they wanted with him and they had no compunctions whatsoever about torturing him to death. The pain they could inflict was unbelievable in its intensity, and they could inflict it wherever and whenever they wished.

Dr. Jansen loved this part, when the reality of their situation finally sunk in. The shot on the seven scale always did it. She'd seen huge men crumble into powder when hit with the "7" bolt. The most confident, arrogant, successful "Alpha" males were reduced to cowering, whipped puppies in a matter of a few moments with the combination of psychological pressure and massive infliction of pain that formed the core of Dr. Jansen's method. Harry was no different.

No matter how many times she saw it, it still made her pussy wet. And the best was yet to come!

Madison and Shanella continued to finger fuck each other as they leaned against the table. The tall black woman bent over to lick Madison's strawberry red nipples, laving it in small circles around the hard, sensitive, erectile nubs with just the tip of her pink tongue.

Harry looked away and shut his eyes tightly to avoid even the appearance of looking at them. Dr. Jansen smiled as she watched Harry's reaction.

A few moments passed, quiet except for the low moans of the two woman locked in a passionate embrace. Harry thought there was some sort of a break going on so he relaxed a little and let his mind drift in the darkness of his closed eyelids. He felt a light, tickling sensation along the crack of his widely spread ass cheeks which he initially thought was sweat rolling down the taut skin.

The sensation got a little heavier so he opened his eyes and looked up at the mirror that reflected his image from the rear wall mirror which gave a feet first view of his prostrate body. He saw the slight form of My Ling kneeling between his upraised legs, running her thumbs alongside the inside of his crack. Harry's legs jerked back in startled response to her small, cool, slick fingers.

He watched intently as the slim girl dug her fingertips under the protruding base of the electrical probe jammed into his rectum and moved it. Her other hand held the end of the rubber hose and bulb that had inflated the seal at the base of the probe, locking it into his cavity.

She turned a small valve counterclockwise and he immediately felt a reduction in pressure against his anus. She lifted and turned the base a little more and then slowly drew it out, the wider part stretching his tight anal ring before sliding out. Harry breathed a small sigh of relief, believing that at least the electrical torture was over. His sense of relief lasted only a few moments as he watched her open a leather case.

Harry wasn't quite sure what it was but he knew that if My Ling was going to be using it, it was not good news for him. It looked like some sort of clear plastic tube, maybe a foot long and an inch or so across, with a narrow rounded nose at one end and a small cross bar or handle at the other.

He watched in dreaded fascination as she picked up a plastic container, inserted the narrow end into the top and pulled back slowly on the handle. Harry watched as a clear, viscous fluid was slowly drawn into the tube. It looked like some sort of giant hypodermic syringe but without the needle. My Ling drew the handle out until the slim plastic rod connected to the handle was almost as long as the tube.

Harry wasn't real bright about these sorts of things and didn't get the purpose of the device until My Ling started circling his tight, puckered anal ring with her middle finger. The remaining gel that had been used for the electrical probe provided all of the lubrication she needed for her slim finger as it slid in easily up to the first knuckle. Harry's eyes grew wide as he looked at the tube and realized where it was going.

He struggled to get loose, tugging as hard as he could on the ropes holding his arms tightly down behind him and those holding his legs up and widely spread. He knew that resistence was a serious mistake when he felt the first stab of pain in his strangled nuts as the weights responded to the movement by bouncing and swinging. He felt a sharp sting on his chest as the weights holding his nipples up swung around in a small circle, stretching the sensitive nubs even further.

Harry took a deep breath and held it, trying to stop the awful tugs on his balls and nipples by freezing himself absolutely still. It didn't help much as Newton's Laws of Motion prevailed and kept the weights moving until the energy of his previous struggles was fully dissipated.

My Ling now had her thin middle finger all of the way into him and she was using it to stretch and lubricate him, rotating it in small circles, pressing against the inside of his anal ring. It was not an altogether unpleasant feeling but Harry couldn't enjoy it with his balls and nipples being stretched and strangled by the swaying weights.

Harry allowed himself to slowly exhale, still holding himself perfectly still as he watched My Ling pick up the giant syringe and place the narrow tip at his anus. As she slid her middle finger out, she introduced the tip of the syringe in, replacing the soft digit with the hard surface of the tube. She worked the entire tip into his resisting hole, stretching his anal ring to accept the one inch tube.

Harry gasped and grunted as the tube went in, unused to anything moving through his asshole in that direction. She pushed the plunger of the syringe slightly and he felt something warm and slick shoot into his rectum. She twisted the tube around a half turn and then back to where it was before pushing it in another inch.

Madison and Shanella finished pleasuring each other, hands slick from each other's love juices. They gathered near Harry's pinioned head and ran their wet fingers over his lips and tongue, giving him a taste of their juices. He slavishly licked their fingers, swirling his tongue around them to gather every drop. Harry was distracted by the taste and scent as My Ling continued to slide the tube into his tight rectum, stopping at intervals to squirt additional lubricant into his bowels and to turn the tube to evenly coat his rectal walls.

With the tube about half way into him, Madison and Shanella pulled their hands away from his licking tongue and climbed up on the table. Madison straddled his chest while Shanella continued on down and stepped over his hips, straddling them. Smiling down at Harry, they reached for the weights and gave them a tug and a push, starting them swinging in a wide arc. The effect on Harry was immediate, the scream of pain echoing from the stone walls and floor.

My Ling continued the penetration of his ass with steady, downward pressure, sliding the tube further and further up his ass. She had injected about half of the viscous fluid into his bowel and was slowly injecting more as she greased the path of the tube with its contents. With about three quarters of the foot long tube into him, she stopped pushing it in and just continued slowly depressing the plunger, shooting more of the fluid into him.

Harry took almost no notice of the thick, warm, oily substance filling his rectum since his balls and nipples were on fire as they were squeezed, pulled and strangled by the swinging weights. He closed his eyes and tried to retreat, to disappear but nothing could remove him from the awful pain he was suffering. His dick and balls had turned a dark purple as the strangling cord and inflated ring cut off most of the blood flow, depleting the oxygen from the blood




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which remained trapped there.

Harry was beginning to think that castration was his ultimate fate. He knew it would not take much more weight on the cord to rip his balls off completely. The idea of being violently castrated, turned into a eunuch, horrified him, with the horror magnified by the knowledge that even as a eunuch, he would still be in their merciless hands. As he watched the small trickle of blood escaping from the first small tears around his nipples, he waited for the awful ripping sound of his balls being torn from his body. He hoped the blood loss would end the nightmare.

As Harry pondered his fate, My Ling slowly withdrew the now empty tube. The heavily lubricated tunnel offered little resistence as the tube glided out. Harry felt it being removed but it seemed unimportant as he waited for the horrible end.

As she withdrew the tube, she picked up a small butt plug and was waiting with it at his asshole as the last few inches of the tube came sliding out. She shoved the plug in and inflated the seal at the base, ensuring the plug stayed in place despite any attempt to expel it. Madison and Shanella exchanged a knowing look, smiled and then broke out in laughter as they looked at the stricken face of their victim.

In his preoccupation with his impending castration and possible death, Harry lost sight of Dr. Jansen. In the meantime, My Ling bent over his groin, took his bungy cord squeezed scrotum in her hand and, holding it like an ice cream cone, slowly licked his swollen, purplish balls with her flattened tongue, feeling every bump and ridge of his abused eggs as they protruded from between the metal plates of the electrode still in place.

Anticipating pain, Harry was surprised by the pleasurable feeling of her soft tongue as she licked along every protruding bump. He closed his eyes and was just beginning to enjoy it when he felt the first sharp sting on his butt followed by the sound of a loud "Crack!"

Harry had lost sight of Dr. Jansen but she had not forgotten about him. She was standing against the right side of the table near his raised ass, long, thin birch rod in hand.

"I could have given you another jolt of juice but I thought I'd lay a little pain on you the old fashioned way!" She said, smiling as she flexed the rod with her left hand.

"Crack, . . . Crack, . . . Crack!" Three blows struck home in quick succession, laying red, diagonal stripes on his fleshy, white ass cheeks.

"Need to warm you up for the next round! You were getting much too comfortable!"

"Crack, . . . Crack, . . . Crack, . . . Crack, . . . Crack!" Like a metronome, the blows fell on his cheeks, slicing them, drawing blood.

The ripping pain tore through his ass cheeks, spreading the intense burning sensation over the entire surface. He jumped a little with the first few blows, but the pain that movement inflicted on his balls and nipples reminded him to remain as still as he could.

The next five blows brought only a whimper from deep in his throat as even the slight movement caused by screaming ripped at his sore, sensitive nuts. It was all a horrible nightmare from which he could not awake. He looked up and saw Madison and Shanella laughing with each whimper, making comments about his lack of manhood. My Ling returned with a leather flogger and worked on his groin, flicking the multiple strips across his tortured cock and balls.

He didn't know how much longer he could take the pain. He hoped for a quick, merciful end to it all or at least that he would lose consciousness. Despair washed over him as he knew that he was completely at their mercy and it was abundantly clear that they had none. The realization struck home that he was going to be ripped apart, flayed, shocked, beaten and humiliated, without end. He thought this was the end, until he saw the mirror on the rear wall slide open revealing a brilliant, blinding white light. 

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Copyright 2000 by Kelli Maginnis. All rights reserved. This material maybe not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author.

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Hope rose within him even as he closed his eyes tightly to block the searing white light. Perhaps it was searchlights from a rescue team called in by his wife when he was overdue returning home, he thought. He strained to open his eyes just a crack in order to see what he hoped would be the blessed sight of badges, guns and police uniforms rushing to his rescue.

At first he could see nothing but the light, brilliant, blinding, lighting everything but obscuring all. Slowly, his irises closed down to adjust to it. He thought he could see a single dark silhouette moving through the entrance. As the back-lighted, dark form moved through the entrance, a set of bright ceiling floodlights came on illuminating the path from the entrance to his bondage table.

He watched the dark form step inside the entrance and stop. The mirrored wall behind it slowly slid back to its original position, blocking the brilliant white light coming from the opening. With the light behind the form now blocked and floodlights illuminating the form from above and in front, Harry could, for the first time, see what the form was and he was completely stunned by what he saw. It was not the police rushing to his rescue as he had hoped. Instead, it appeared to be a single female, dressed in a brilliant, glossy, white satin, full length dressing gown.

The clicking sound of her high-heeled shoes reverberated off the dungeon's stone walls, ceiling and floor as she approached the table.

Harry took a deep breath, holding it in stunned silence as the figure approached. Looking up at the ceiling mirror, he was able to make out more details as she came closer. She was blonde, platinum blonde, her white hair shining in the light, refracting some of the white light to create a halo of colors around her hair. Her hair was piled high on her head in a series of swirls, adding several inches to the lanky form already raised by the high-heeled shoes. He tried to focus on her face to make out its features but he could see little; she was wearing a white half-mask over her eyes and the top of her nose.

Even with the mask, he could make out that she was young, her cheeks and throat completely smooth and unblemished. She had the angular jaw and pointed chin of a classically beautiful woman and she walked with the confidence of a woman who knew just how attractive she was. As she got closer, he could make out the deep red color of her full lips; the only slash of color on the brilliant white figure except for the matching blood red fingernails.

Harry was breathing in fits and starts as he fought to keep his torso still to minimize the pain in his nipples and genitals. Even remaining perfectly still, they throbbed in constant pain and his ass cheeks burned mightily from the thrashing administered by Dr. Jansen and My Ling.

The reflected light from her satin gown sparkled as she approached the foot of the table and took a long look at Harry, eying him from head to toe as she stood erect and peered down at him. She leaned over and flicked his tightly bound balls with her forefinger to check his reaction and seemed satisfied when he flinched and gasped.

She smiled, brilliant white teeth showing for the first time, creasing her otherwise smooth skin. Dr. Jansen came up to greet her, taking her in her arms and hugging her tightly as she kissed her on the side of her neck, murmuring something in her ear before she straightened back up.

Shanella, Madison and My Ling, each, in their turn, greeted the brilliant white figure with a tight hug, a kiss and a few whispered words. Of the three, only My Ling followed up the kiss on the side of her neck with a long, passionate kiss on her lips, opening her mouth to let the white figure's long, pink tongue snake in and around her oral cavity.

My Ling cupped the woman's breasts through the rich satin cloth of the gown and slowly rubbed her nipples lightly with her thumbs in small, circular motions. The white figure cupped My Ling's jaw with her hands as she held her gently but firmly and kissed her.

Harry looked away as the two women embraced, not wanting to be caught "peeping" and suffer the same horrible consequences as the last time. He closed his eyes and hoped for the best, but was fairly certain that the appearance of this brilliant, white figure was not good news for him. He had the gnawing feeling that all that had gone on before was merely a prelude, a warm-up for what was to come next. He thought that in some fashion, he was being prepared for her.

His mind raced, searching for a way out of the trap. Perhaps the white figure would help. Perhaps she came in to stop the torture, he thought, as his mind grasped at any hope, any possibility of escape. But who was she?

The white figure continued her slow walk, moving along the left side of the table, left arm extended to touch and feel the tightly bound legs and torso of the prostrate man. She patted him a few times and smiled, shaking her head slightly in bemusement at the sight. She stopped when she was alongside his left ear and ran her fingertips along his jaw line and ear, circling back to trace the outline of his widely stretched lips.

Harry remained perfectly still, using all of his senses to try and solve the mystery of who she was and what her intentions might be. Something, the way she moved, the way she swung her arms as she walked seemed somehow familiar, as though he had seen it before.

Harry continued to breathe deeply through his nose, exhaling through his open mouth in great gusts. As she stood near him and lightly stroked his face, he caught the slightest whiff of her aroused scent, particularly when she turned to face him, satin covered groin just inches from his face. It also seemed oddly familiar.

Perhaps it was one of the many women he had bedded in his long and sexually busy life. In the bright light, he could not make out her eye color until she bent down to take a close look at him. The eyes were a deep, emerald green with small flecks of yellow around the irises.

No, . . . It's impossible, . . . . Couldn't be, he thought.

The white figure bent lower and put her lips to his left ear, brushing his ear lobe with her soft lips and tickling the small hairs in his ear canal with her warm breath. She waited, pausing for effect, before whispering.

"It's my time now Harry, dearest," the final term of endearment spoken with obvious sarcasm.

Oh God!!! Oh God!!!! No, . . . No, . . . Nooooooo!!!! his mind screamed.

The name practically burst within his feverish mind - BETTY!!!!

It was his long suffering wife, Betty. Harry's eyelids shot open in astonishment as he realized that his wife was not only not going to save him, but was there to torture him; that she was part of the conspiracy, perhaps was the ringleader. From the beginning of this nightmare, he had held out the hope that Dr. Jansen and the others were psychos acting independently, for their own reasons. That eventually, he would be reported missing by his wife and somehow rescued. The appearance and words of his wife utterly dashed that final hope.

The memory of their last few sexual encounters flashed through his mind in a few moments as Betty straightened up and smile down at him, a look of pure hatred and contempt in her clear, green eyes. After he had tied her up and ass fucked her that time when he was drunk and she was passively resisting, he had found that he really enjoyed exerting that kind of power over his wife and had repeated the assaults several times thereafter. He thought she was getting into it since she started lubricating her ass before their lovemaking sessions.

He realized now that she had only been trying to protect herself, reduce the pain that she had endured that first time when only spit and blood greased his way. She had been biding her time, planning and preparing her revenge. Revenge with the ultimate purpose of completely destroying him and taking everything he had.

My Ling helped Betty slowly remove her shiny, white satin dressing gown, lowering the zipper between Betty's shoulder blades and slipping the straps off her milky white shoulders. It droped to the floor in a heap to reveal Betty in a sheer, white, lacy silk camisole with matching panties, sheer, white nylon stockings, matching garter belt and shoes. She stepped out of her dress, slipped off the high-heeled shoes and removed her mask. She swung her stockinged leg over his upturned face to straddle him, backed up a half step and sat down on his upper chest, causing the weights stretching his nipples to sway and bounce, stretching and tearing him further.

Harry winced in pain as she slid back and raised both stockinged feet to his face where she rested them, right heel in his mouth, left ankle crossed over right. With one hand, she slid her sheer panties down to her ankles, letting them remain draped over his nose and mouth.

Harry took in a deep breath, absorbing the heavy, musky odor of her aroused juices. She slid the panties off her left ankle and then her right, tossing them aside and then planting the soles of her stockinged feet on his cheeks, rubbing and stroking them as she smiled and laughed.

"How does it feel Harry? How does it feel to be helpless and alone?"

Betty, it's me, Harry, Please, Please Help Me! Don't do this to me! Give me another chance. Please!!, he tried to scream through his gagged mouth but only an indistinct muffle came out. He tried to convey the message with his eyes but without success.

Betty saw Harry struggling to speak through his ball gag stuffed mouth and smiled again. Having his arrogant, silver tongue silenced was perhaps the best part of this. Betty knew that robbing him of his ability to try and talk his way out of this was inflicting a form of mental torture on somebody so accustomed to sweat talking his way out of every problem. She sighed, lifted her butt off of his chest and slid forward until her feet touched the platform below him. She stood up and spread her legs slightly to give the bastard a good view of her aroused, wet cunt and his imminent fate.

Dr. Jansen appeared behind Harry's pinned head and handed Betty a white leather harness. Betty took it, turned it right side up and put it on, buckling it snugly around her waist. She reached down between her legs and drew up a double center strap with a leather crotch plate.

Harry watched as Dr. Jansen handed Betty a large, flesh colored object which she took and inserted through a hole in the leather crotch plate. Harry didn't get it until he saw her spread her cunt lips with two fingers and insert one end of the object into her own hot tunnel, press the crotch plate tightly against her groin and then cinch the plate tightly to the belt.

Harry looked up and saw, dangling over his face, the largest dildo he had ever seen. His raised eyebrows and bulging eyeballs signaled his final realization of what Betty had in store for him.

"What do you think Harry? Kind of pretty, isn't it?" Betty said, looking down at him.

Harry struggled against his bonds, succeeding only in disturbing the weights tugging on his nipples and balls, sending sharp, stinging pain through the tortured, sensitive tissue.

"It's twelve inches long and two and a half inches wide. Impressive, eh?"

Betty smiled and shook the semi-flexible dong over his face as Harry pleaded with his eyes, casting his gaze down and then back up at the pink monster above him.

"The exact specifications of this lovely tool was not an accident, you know," she said.

Harry looked up at Betty, trying to make eye contact with her, but his gaze was constantly drawn away by the fleshy looking pole being waved in front of him. He was mesmerized by its pinkish, red head with fierce looking slanted glans, the pale white shaft and bluish raised veins. Betty continued:

"Since your blubbery body is twice my size at two hundred and twenty pounds, I figured you were entitled to a dick that was twice your dick's size, you know, . . . to make the ass-fucking experience comparable."

Harry winced when she said the words "ass-fucking;" Shocked that his Betty would even know that term let alone use it and use it in reference to him. Although he guessed that was probably Betty's intention, the words drove home the reality and it shook him to the core.

"Bet this is the first time that you are happy about being, mmm . . . shall we say, . . . so modestly endowed. Just think what you'd be in for if you have a manly dick thateight inches long and two inches wide! It would be sayonara Harry, wouldn't it?!"

Betty doubled over in laughter, holding her mid-section with her right hand as the tip of the giant dong tapped Harry on the nose as she shook with glee. Dr. Jansen, My Ling, Madison and Shanella all joined in, laughing and taunting the prostrate man, comparing his undersized member with Betty's proud new appendage.

Harry couldn't get over the shock of his previously modest, demure wife saying those things. This must be some sort of a bad dream he thought. He remembered that he could often tell when he was dreaming when something crazy or physically impossible seemed to be happening or somebody was acting completely out of character. This whole situation had the surreal feel of a dream Harry thought. He held onto this hope and tried mightily to figure out a way to wake himself up from it.

Harry watched as Dr. Jansen handed Betty a tube of KY jelly with the cap removed. Betty squeezed out a long column of the jelly into her palm, gripped the huge shaft and slowly coated it with the slippery gel, sliding her hand up and down, twisting it left and right to coat the entire shaft. She squeezed a little more into her palm, brought the head of the dick down to the tip of his nose and then moved her palm over it, rubbing the head in small circles as she greased up the giant glans.

Harry watched the preparations cross-eyed as he couldn't take his eyes off the realistic dick. It was like the condemned watching his executioner sharpening the axe that was about to severe his head. 

"Okay Betty, let's give the sonuvabitch a taste of some good old fashioned ass-fucking, . . girl style!" Dr. Jansen said.

Betty swung her leg over his face, "dismounting" him, turned on her heels and walked back down towards the foot of the table, sliding her fingertips alongside Harry's slick, wet torso as she went. Gracefully, she hoisted herself up on the table, stood up, turned and took a few steps, stopping short of his upraised ass. She knelt down, grasped him firmly behind his upraised knees, looked up and nodded in the direction of Madison and Shanella standing near the winches, saying only:

"Open him up." 

Harry had no idea what that meant until he heard the low hum of the winches as they were energized. He heard two barely audible clicks as the brakes were released, followed by an insistent tug on his lower thighs, as his legs were slowly drawn back, out and down as his knees were pulled inexorably towards the upper corners of the table.

Having been stretched nearly to the tearing point before, an hour or so in that position had allowed his tight muscles enough time to accommodate somewhat. That all changed as his knees were slowly drawn back, opening him up as never before.

"Never saw you look better Harry," Betty laughed as his fleshy white cheeks were spread further and further apart, thrusting his pinkish, plug stuffed anal ring up. "Your butt always was your best feature!"

Harry was grunting and sweating heavily now as his knees passed the point of his stretched nipples and continued back, spreading him inch by inch. Betty crawled up further until her smooth, stocking covered thighs touched his upturned ass, causing Harry to jerk in surprise.

She raised her knees until she was in a squat and then leaned forward, placing her knees and shins against the back of his upraised thighs. She leaned forward more, shifting her weight to her knees and shins, pressing his thighs back even further as the winch turned, taking up the slack to make the loss of slack permanent.

Harry was shaking uncontrollably now in excruciating pain as his hips joins were being torn from their sockets. Betty leaned forward with all of her weight, pressing his spreading thighs nearly flat alongside his torso as the muffled screams of pain escaped around his gag. The winches took up all of the remaining slack and then stopped, the lines running to the pad eyes in the table corners bow string taut and vibrating.

Harry was breathing heavily, trying to force oxygen into his lungs as the pain in his hips and thighs ripped through him, dwarfing the tearing pain in his stretched balls and nipples. He was coated in a thin sheet of sweat as the salty fluid poured off of him.

Betty sat back on her haunches, heels up to stay balanced. She reached down to his ass crack and felt along the sweaty inner cheeks until she found the base of the small plug protruding from his ass. She dug her fingers under and around it, gripped it tightly, turned it a quarter turn to break the suction and then slowly drew it out. Harry barely felt it until the inch and a half wide thickest part of the plug passed through his tight anal ring, stretching it.

He grunted as the bulge passed through, the remainder sliding out easily from his heavily greased rectum, a flood of lubricant behind it. She quickly stopped the flood by pressing the tip of her huge dick into his anal ring.

Harry's eyes opened wide once again as he was surprised by the press of the giant dong against his sensitive anus. Betty saw the pink ring automatically contract, squeezing itself closed like a camera shutter, at the first touch of the huge silicon head.

She looked up at Harry, making eye contact as she said, "Better figure out a way to relax old boy or you'll end up with two assholes. I'm going in even if I need to tear you a new one," she said, speaking slowly to emphasize the threat.

Betty's words frightened him as he realized she would show him no mercy. Harry held out one last hope - that this was all an elaborate hoax, one meant to teach him lesson, but that they would stop short of tearing him apart with a giant dildo. 

This final hope lasted only a few seconds as he felt the pressure on his anus. Betty was thrusting forward, steadily pushing the giant head into his ass. Harry couldn't even flail about in protest, he was so tightly drawn and spread. At last the light came on for Harry. She was going to penetrate, jam that giant cock up his ass and he couldn't do the slightest thing to prevent it. His only choice was to either to resist it by clenching down on his anal sphincter and have Betty rip him apart, or try to relax it completely and surrender. He realized that either way, she was going in. The latter course of action seemed to be the best bet to avoid permanent damage or even death.

For a moment, Harry thought back to when Betty prepared herself before their lovemaking sessions by lubricating her rectum. For the first time, he understood the real reason for her action. He tried to relax his nether hole, remembering the plug seemed to go in a little easier when he pushed out, like he was trying to make a bowel movement. Somehow, the pushing relaxed and opened his inner sphincter in what seemed an illogical method for accepting a penetrating shaft.

He tried it and it worked, as the tip of the giant dick buried itself in his ass, stretching him as it went. Betty smiled as she saw his little rosette open up a bit.

"Good boy Harry. Now you've learned the secret.", she said, smiling knowingly.

Betty held and straightened the thick shaft with her left hand, fingers unable to encircle the huge cylinder. She slowly thrust her hips forward, applying intense pressure for the first time to his nearly virginal ass.




Master of the Universe Ch. 08



Harry sucked in a huge slug of air through his nose and, in a reflex, struggled futilely against this bonds, knowing it was useless and would only increase the pain, but he couldn't help it.

Betty leaned forward, adding more weight to her hip thrust, sliding more of the thick, pinkish red dick head into his slowly expanding asshole. The pain was unbelievably intense as Harry felt himself being forcibly opened up, stretching his tight, resisting anal sphincter. Betty leaned forward a little more, shifting her weight further behind the penetrating shaft, sliding another few millimeters of the giant head in as his hole opened up.

Harry was grunting now, staccato-like, as the pain tore through his rectum. He didn't believe that anything that size could fit into him as he watched the double reflection in the overhead mirror and opposite wall mirror of the enormous, pink shaft pressed tightly against his straining asshole.

Harry watched his wife's shiny round ass cheeks shift up and forward as she leaned forward even more. Harry couldn't believe his own eyes as he saw the gigantic head slide forward, into his asshole, finally disappearing within. Harry was shaking uncontrollably. Sweat poured off of him as his body went into a kind of shock reaction at the enormous invasion.

Betty eased the downward pressure, holding the giant dick head into him but not pressing any of the shaft in, allowing his hole time to stretch to accommodate the huge invader.

Harry felt a pair of hands slip behind his neck and undo the straps holding the ball gag harness in place. He looked up, rolling his eyeballs all of the way up to try and see behind him. He caught a glimpse of Dr. Jansen as she bent, inserted her fingers into his mouth and pulled the ball gag free.

"I want to hear you squeal while Betty rapes your ass," Dr. Jansen whispered as she nuzzled his ear.

Harry didn't disappoint her, letting out a high pitched scream of pain.

"AaaGGggggggghhhhhhhh!" AAAAAEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiii!

Betty continued her assault, pressing forward. She looked down and saw another inch slide into him as he squealed in pain. Her own juices were flowing now. The combination of the incredibly sexy sight of the giant shaft buried in his ass and the pressure on her own g-spot from the tip of the curved dildo in her own hot hole, was sending intense vibrations of pleasure through her.

She could feel the heat building deep in her womb as the pressure on the roof of her vagina stimulated not only her rough, puffy g-spot tissue, but her engorged clit as well. Harry's continued grunts, squeals and screams was suddenly cut short, reduced to a barely audible, muffled cry as Dr. Jansen shoved the thick head of the dildo she had donned with a harness into his widely stretched mouth.

"Okay honey, that's enough noise out of you. I think you should experience a little oral rape as well. Tell me honey, can you deep throat me?" Dr. Jansen started laughing as she slowly shoved more of the flexible dildo into his mouth.

Harry started to gag at the sudden intrusion, flaring his nostrils to take in as much air as he could. Betty kept the intense, steady pressure up as the huge shaft slowly slid into his quivering ass. Dr. Jansen squatted down a little more, holding the shaft of her dick with one hand, shoving more of it into his mouth, striking the back of his throat.

Harry coughed and gagged. Clear mucous ran from his nose as the sudden presence of a large object striking the back of his throat caused it to close down and triggered the nasal reaction.

Betty was completely focused on her own intense feelings of pleasure as the first stirrings of her orgasm began with small, muscular contractions deep in her womb. More of the giant dick slid into him as the speed of the invading shaft accelerated.

Betty leaned forward until her huge dick was pointed almost directly down in a "pile driver" position into his upturned ass. It was going in, disappearing, as inch after inch of the bluish white shaft was absorbed by his fleshy ass. She was resting her knees on his upturned thighs as she steadily thrust herself in.

Harry felt himself rapidly filling up as the huge shaft filled his rectum and bowel and headed for his lower colon.

Dr. Jansen flexed her knees and squatted more, shoving more of the shaft into his mouth, pushing past the barrier of his closed throat. Harry's throat was being rubbed raw from the pressure. He consciously tried to relax it.

Just as he felt himself succeed a bit, he felt the giant dick head slip past the barrier of his upper throat and shoot down the entrance to his esophagus.

"So, Harry, you didn't tell me you could deep throat a cock. You seem to have all sorts of hidden talents." She laughed as she drew her hips up a bit to slide her dick up an inch before she dropped down, shoving the remainder of the shaft down his raw throat.

"Tell me Harry, do you swallow?" she said sarcastically, smiling down at him.

Harry's eyes opened wide again as he felt the hot, viscous fluid hit the back of his throat and slide down into his belly, as Dr. Jansen squeezed and pumped the fluid filled ball sack of the ersatz cock for maximum effect.

Betty squeezed her ass cheeks together in a final, pile driver thrust that succeeded in jamming the last three inches of the huge shaft down into his helpless bowel. Harry screamed in shocked pain around the mouth filling dildo, the vibrations from his throat felt by Dr. Jansen through her own thrusting member.

Betty stopped a moment and rested, feeling Harry's sphincter desperately grip the shaft to prevent any more penetration. She looked up and smiled, enjoying the sight of Dr. Jansen's fuzzy pubic hair pressed against Harry's widely spread lips; her cock filling his mouth.

Harry mindlessly struggled to escape, like a trapped animal being skinned alive. The tightness of his bonds prevented any real movement, but the jerking of his muscles added to the involuntary shaking and quivering that already had turned him into a human vibrator.

Betty was enjoying the moment, staring down at the huge shaft buried in her darling husband's ass, remembering his savage attacks on her. She remembered the horrible, ripping pain of that first anal rape as he fucked her with no more lubricant than a little spit, her hands tied to the headboard, mouth gagged with her own nightie. The memory sparked a renewed intense hatred of him. She licked her lips and smiled as she reached out and grabbed his tightly bound balls, squeezing them like a rubber bulb. She enjoyed the muffled howl of pain.

Betty had caught her breath and was ready now to finish the assault. She began a slow, grinding circle with her hips, thrusting forward as she rotated them to open him up further. The heat built in her own groin as the tension and pressure mounted. She could feel the small contraction of her uterus that always signaled an imminent orgasm and sped up her efforts.

She wanted to cum while fucking him hard and deep so she began the process, slowly withdrawing the giant dick.

Harry felt a horrible suction deep in his gut as he felt like he was being turned inside out through his rectum. Betty had managed to withdraw about half of the heavily lubricated shaft when she suddenly shifted her weight, thrust her hips forward and rammed it home in one rapid movement.

The sudden thrust knocked the air out of Harry as a blast of air blew out of his nostrils, tickling Dr. Jansen's pubes.

The pressure on Betty's clit and G-spot was unbelievably intense. It was like drawing back the cord on a crossbow, the tension built, waiting for the trigger of sudden release.

Betty felt the thrilling, vibrating pressure all of the way down to her toes, curling them as the pleasure expanded outward from her groin. She was close, oh so close to a shattering explosion. Twice more she withdrew about half way and rammed the shaft home, each time filling herself with an almost electrical charges of pure pleasure. The third time, she withdrew almost the entire shaft, paused a moment and then rocketed the pile driving shaft down, penetrating him so swiftly and completely that Harry was too stunned to breathe.

As she struck bottom with the huge head, it was like a igniting spark in a room full of gunpowder; she felt her little trigger being pulled simultaneously in the center of her G-spot and the tip of her clit. 

She was suspended in time as the massive contractions of pure pleasure froze her momentarily as the expanding white fireball engulfed her, slamming into her spine, shooting out in all directions. She felt her skin flush and contract as her cunt gripped down hard on the internal dildo pressing against the roof of her tunnel.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGG! AAHHHHHHGGGGGGG! AAArrrrrrrrGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed in absolute abandon; a primal scream like nothing she had ever done before.

She squeezed her thighs together, tightening her small butt into a hard sphere as she thrust herself into him as fast and hard as she could to maximize the delicious pressure in her own tunnel. Overlapping the first wave of incredibly pleasurable contractions, a second wave hit, starting just under the tip of her clit in a searing pinpoint of pleasure before expanding out, engulfing her entire groin in a hot, melting, expanding balloon.

AAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgggggggg! AaaaaaaaHHhhhhhhhhhggggg! AAhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggg!"

The orgasms continued, one after another as she humped him hard and fast, the greased shaft a blur as it pistoned in and out of his widely spread ass cheeks. As she neared the end of her strength, she speared him in one last wild, maniacal thrust that ripped the top of his asshole as she pumped the swollen "cum" filled balls of her giant dick, sending thick streams of hot jism deeply into his bowels.

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He heard voices, a low male voice followed by whispers. He opened his eyes but they felt sticky, as though they had been closed for a long time. He blinked to try and clear them, a soft gray gauzy blur all that was immediately visible. He blinked a few more times and then heard a distant female voice say, "I think he's coming to."

He instinctively tried to turn his head in the direction of the voice but couldn't. He looked up and saw a dim spotlight illuminating him. He looked back down and saw the tall, massive beams of his four poster bed. He was home, in his own bedroom.

He shifted his eyes back and forth to try and see what was around him but saw only darkness beyond his own bed, the dim lighting extending only a couple of feet beyond the bed's perimeter. He looked down and saw the familiar blue and white comforter that always covered his bed over him, only his arms resting on top it. Looking at his arms, he saw that he was in his own pajamas. The comforter felt cool to his palms as they rested flat on it surface. He tried to move his arms but couldn't.

Harry's mind was still fuzzy. He wasn't sure he was even awake, his senses felt dull. He heard the female voice again as it seemed to draw nearer, "He's awake."

He glanced over towards the voice and saw a figure emerge from the darkness into the dim light as she drew up to the edge of the bed, extended her arm towards him and stroked his cheek. It was Betty, dressed as she often was in a frilly white blouse and full skirt. He tried to speak but couldn't. His tongue felt heavy and swollen. He could move it slightly with effort but could not even begin to form a syllable with it. He looked up at Betty and grunted.

The table, the torture, Dr. Jansen, Madison, My Ling, Shanella, . . . it was all just a horrible nightmare. Something has happened to me but, that other stuff, that other stuff it was just a terrible nightmare, he thought.

Harry looked up at Betty with questioning eyes. Betty continued to stroke his cheek, bringing a damp cloth up to his brow to wipe the perspiration away.

"Now, Now dear, take it easy. You've been ill - a brain tumor. The doctors operated and we're hopeful, but you must rest, get your strength back."

Harry looked up at his wife and smiled, incredibly relieved to find his old Betty back by his side. He heard a male voice and looked up.

"Harry, . . . How are you feeling old boy. You gave us quite a scare."

Harry looked up and saw it was Fred Barnett, the managing partner at his law firm. Fred approached a little closer, walking from the foot of the bed around the side, standing beside Betty.

"The doctor said you'll be laid up for a while, but with physical therapy you'll improve. I just came by to see how you're doing and to reassure you that everything is fine at the office. Those two young bucks of yours, Tim and Frank, have taken over your cases and haven't missed a beat."

Harry looked up at Fred and tried to speak, managing only a mangled grunt.

"Don't try to talk, take it easy. You're in the best possible hands." Fred put his arm around Betty's shoulder and gave her a slight, affectionate squeeze as he spoke.

Harry looked up at Fred and managed a weak half smile.

"And don't you worry about money either. I know you've got plenty, but a little income doesn't hurt either. That disability insurance policy we have will pay you three million a year, tax free, as long as you're laid up and can't work, so take your time getting better. There's no rush."

Harry shifted his gaze to Betty and then back to Fred as he continued.

"I've get to get back to the office now but I know you're in great hands. Everybody at the office is praying for you. I'll stay in touch. Betty will keep me informed on how you're doing. Get well old buddy," Fred said, tapping him on the arm.

Harry watched as Fred turned and receded into the darkness, hearing the door close lightly with a barely audible "click."

Harry looked back at Betty and smiled.

"The doctor is here and wants to check you out Harry. Doctor . .?"

Harry watched as a white coated figure emerged from the darkness, sliding in right beside Betty. Harry looked up and gasped as the figure stepped into the light. It was Dr. Jansen.

"Yes Harry, it's me. Surprised? Bet you thought it was all a bad dream didn't you?"

Harry tried to speak but nothing but a few garbled moans came out.

"This little charade was for the benefit of your law partner. He'll take the word back on how sick you are and, of course, how well Betty is caring for you."

Harry looked down at his arms and then back up to Dr. Jansen with questioning eyes.

"Nothing wrong with your arms Harry, at least nothing permanently wrong. We injected you with a muscle block - you're a lot more manageable that way. It affects only your large, skeletal muscles - arms, legs, abs, back, you know, the large motor controlling muscles of your body. For your tongue, we used something different, lidocaine, a dental anaesthetic, which we augment whenever necessary. No brain tumor Harry," she laughed. "It just nicely explained your hairless condition, you know, chemotherapy, and your loss of motor control."

Harry was breathing rapidly now, as fear induced adrenalin coursed through his body.

No, No, Nooooooooo! It couldn't be! His mind screamed.

Dr. Jansen stroked his eyebrows with her thumb as she continued.

"We have the papers you signed, all of the necessary powers of attorney for Betty to take control of all of your assets. So sorry about having to hit you with an "Eight" level burst from the electrodes, but you were very stubborn."

She smiled as she spoke as though addressing a small child. Harry suddenly remembered the papers. He wouldn't sign anything and then the unbelievable pain hit. He eagerly signed the papers. He would have done anything to prevent a second experience of the ultimate in torture; direct stimulation of his brain's pain centers.

Dr. Jansen continued:

"It will take about six months to get all of your financial assets moved to offshore banks. Once that's done, well, the only use you will have after that is to remain alive so Betty can continue to collect the three million a year in disability payments. Of course, your quality of life may be a little poor." She laughed again as she spoke, glancing over at Betty as Betty joined the laughter with a high pitched giggle.

Harry was starting to hyperventilate as his fear induced breathing quickened into short, panting breaths.

"After six months, you'll be transported to my private long term care facility in the high desert. You'll be kept in this condition, paralyzed completely but with all of your senses intact. You'll be used for training purposes for my staff and," she smiled, "for our own amusement too of course."

Harry's eyes widened in horror, the prospect of continued torture, continuous and unremitting, on into the indefinite future loomed before him.

"You see, Betty's original psychiatrist, Dr. Warren, was one of my "spotters," doctors who get a generous commission for referring suitable patients to me. I specialize in helping abused women. Those with wealthy husbands help to subsidize my work with poorer patients. You are one of those wealthy husbands. Thanks for your donation," she said sarcastically. 

"Of course, once Betty came under my care, I helped to understand that she was not helpless; that together we could do something about her situation. It didn't take much persuasion Harry. She was eager to do it."

Harry's eyes shifted over to look at Betty, then back to Jansen as she continued.

"I recommended regular, daily massages to help relieve her stress, and of course, recommended My Ling to be her masseuse. My Ling has been on my staff for several years and, as I'm sure you've discovered by now, is very skilled in her work. In fact, she was my chief trainer at my private desert facility. She will be returning there with you Harry." 

Dr. Jansen smiled broadly as she spoke. At the mention of My Ling's name, Harry heard a rustling sound over to the right. Shifting his eyes over to the sounds, he saw a figure in a starched white nurse's uniform emerge from the darkness. It was My Ling and she wasn't smiling, her cold dark eyes bore into him.

"Meanwhile, we might as well celebrate our victory with a little party - and Harry, I think we'll make you the main course," Dr. Jansen said.

Harry was looking at Dr. Jansen as she spoke, the full horror of his situation reflected in his eyes, when he heard a loud, distinctive "Snap!" His eyes immediately shifted to the sound and he watched as My Ling adjusted the white, latex glove she had just pulled onto her right hand.

Betty pulled the comforter down past the foot of the bed. Harry looked down and saw that his lower half was completely nude, except for thick leather cuffs around his ankles and lower thighs. Dr. Jansen and My Ling leaned over towards the headboard and clipped on two snap rings in the same location Harry had used to secure Betty's legs when he bound and raped her.

My Ling pulled a large tube of Ky jelly from her uniform pocket and squeezed a generous portion of the gel into her latex covered palm. Harry was crying as he watched My Ling and then heard the "snap" of leather as Betty donned a harness. She reached into the top drawer of the night stand and pulled out the twelve inch monster she had used on him before. As she slid the giant prick into her harness she said: 

"Well, at least you're not a virgin anymore."

The End . . .