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Drugged And Beaten
By Unknown

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cover states “illustrated”, there were NO illustrations printed in this book.

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FOREWORD

Tina and her girls had a great idea. They planted a drug in the drink of an unsuspecting 
leather man who wandered into their bar looking for some action.

They brought him to his own home, and were delighted to discover that he had his own 
torture dungeon in the basement of his townhouse.

They went to work on him, beating him senseless, with all of his own weapons.

However, they made the mistake of spending too long with the man, and when the drug 
that had rendered him weak and helpless wore off, he gained control over the five females.

They wished that this had not happened, because he was ruthless in his revenge.

The tortures that he put their pussies, asses, and cunts through were unbelievable, and 
ones that they would never forget.

Not only were the scars of his ruthless behavior imbedded in their brains for all time to 
come, but he had left a good deal of bloody scars on their bodies, that would be a constant 
reminder to the grave mistake that they had made.

He eventually released them, but only after he had gotten his rocks off many times, and in 
many sick and perverted ways. He made good use of his own dungeon on the girls, and was 
elated with his conquest of their spirits and bodies.


CHAPTER ONE

That I am alive to tell this story, is one thing in itself. What turned out to be an evening of 
adventure for me, something different, something new, turned into the most horrendous 
torturous memory of my entire life.

I guess I should start by telling you a little bit about myself first. My name is Alan Pierpont 
I am twenty-five years old, and I haven’t had any complaints about my physical prowess, from 
any member of the female sex.

I suppose you could say I’m a horny devil. I sure do my best to fuck as much as I can, and 
keep my foot-long prick tuned up and ready for action.

Having a foot-long cock, that is quite wide, and surely strong and able for any type of 
sexual encounter, is an asset that I have always been thankful for.

I have listened to stories of my friends’ adventures, and although I have never slept with a 
man, and really don’t have a lot to go on when I judge the size of different men’s pricks in my 
mind, I have a feeling that my foot-long cock is without a doubt, something quite special unto
itself.

All through high school and College on the West Coast, I never had any trouble finding, 
seducing, or for that matter fucking the living shit out of just about any broad that I wanted to
get it on with.

I guess that my good looks, and my athletic body, helped win many a heart over. Then of 
course, when they realized that I had no ordinary prick, that was guarantee that I would have 
them doing anything that I wanted them to do.

For some reason, which I have tried to figure out partially but finally gave up on, is that I 
am into extremely rough sex.

I used to think that this was a terrible handicap, until I realized that there were many 
women indeed, that liked to be treated roughly.

It was always a little tricky when I would date a chick, trying to find out exactly where her 
head was regarding sado-masochistic fooling around.

I devised a simple little test, eventually, to tell me how much roughness they were into, 
and it always seemed to work.

I would get in bed with the girl, and pull her on top of me so that her breasts were rubbing
against my naked chest, and her ass was up in the air.

I would throw my arms around her waist, and begin to slightly slap her protruding two 
half-moons of flesh, ever so slightly, just to see her reaction to what I was doing.

Of course there were many times that the girl would definitely let me know that she was 
not into having her fanny spanked, and in that case I could usually comply, and go on to 
other, more simple forms of love-making.

But every once in a while, I would slap a girl’s bottom, just slightly, using my old test trick, 
and be happily surprised to find her responding quite positively to the rear-end attention that 
my strong palm was descending upon her.

When this happened, I would increase the energy in each slap, until I got to the point 
where her moans of pleasure pain, would turn into just moans of discomfort, and disapproval.

This would then tell me just where her head was, and how much serious roughhousing” 
she was going to be into doing with me.

It was a great little test, and I have used it for several years now. It always tells me what I 
want to know, and avoids a lot of embarrassing situations.

I guess that I like to know just where my partner’s head is before I get too involved. I hate 
it when I get really worked up, all set for some good dominating fun, and then find out that 
the girl is a namby-pamby and doesn’t want anything but an old-fashioned, but always good 
fuck.

Most of my experiences relating to the S&M of sexual activity, have been related to the 
domination side of it. There is something so exciting about slapping a girl around, and putting
her through various tortures.

Oh yes, tortures. Having realized that I was sadistically inclined, I proceeded to get myself 
quite a few trinkets of domination and punishment.

I waited until I came East, to New York, before I really stocked myself up. I bought a little 
brownstone, in the Chelsea area of the city, and having a whole house to myself gave me the 
freedom I needed to create my own private little torture dungeon.

Most of the things that I sent away for took quite a while to arrive, but it was all worth 
waiting for.

I must say, I have just about every kind of torture device conceivable, down in the 
basement of my townhouse. Of course, if I had known that someday, my very own weapons of
sadistic pleasure would be cruelly used against me by a group of merciless women, I suppose 
that I wouldn’t have stalked the place so completely.

Well, this is how it all happened. One night, I decided that I would drop in to a lesbian bar, 
just for the fun of it. I had heard stories that many of the chicks, in this particular bar by the 
river that I was going to descend upon, were really into quite rough sex.

Of course I knew that being lesbians I wasn’t going to be the most popular face in the 
crowd, but I was hoping that my good looks, and my physical attributes in the crotch area, 
would allow me the opportunity of enjoying one or more of them in my torture dungeon.

I got dressed in my roughest outfit. I was wearing tight-fitting thin black-leather trousers, 
that fit me like a second skin.

I always seem to get highly aroused when I start putting my S&M gear on my masculine 
body, and this time was no exception.

My cock became roaring hard, and it wasn’t at all easy to shove the monstrous love pole 
into the tight-fitting leather gear.

However, in a few minutes, I was all tucked in. The bulge that my foot-long cock made in 
the shiny black leather garment, was a sight that I knew would catch any girl’s eye, straight or 
gay, into roughhouse or not.

I put on a very tight white nylon T-shirt, which showed off my muscular torso to the best 
possible advantage, and completed the outfit with a black leather jacket.

I looked at myself in the mirror in my bedroom before leaving the house that Friday night, 
and just had a feeling that the evening was going to hold some really good things for me.

Little did I know, that I would be the one that would be doing most of the screaming that 
night, at the mercy of a super dyke and her trained lesbian playmates.

I jumped into my Triumph Spitfire, and tore off down to the lower West-Village, where I 
knew the bar was. I guess my cocky attitude in general, and the fact that I had been having a 
run of good luck in finding appetizing sexual partners of late, made me hit the her with 
somewhat of an egotistical attitude, an attitude which I should have left at home, for sure!

The bar was crowded when I entered it, filled with all kinds of girls. Sure, there were rough 
looking dykes, that I couldn’t see even finding female partners to go home with, but there 
were also a lot of extremely passionate looking females, all with a twinkle of lust in their eyes.

I caught almost everyone’s attention when I walked into the place, I guess my leather garb 
let them know where my head was, and what I was into sexually.

I had barely got accustomed to the dim lighting, and was just starting to look around the 
place for a prospective S&M partner for the evening, when the bartender called me over to 
her.

“Here honey,” she said, “Tina bought this for you.”

She handed me a drink, and pointed to a tall girl with long blonde hair, sitting at the other
side of the bar, surrounded by four other equally attractive girls.

I raised the glass in her direction, noticing that she was watching me, and gulped the 
whole thing down in a flash. Of course I realize now that there was something in the drink, 
because in a matter of a few seconds, I began to get very weary, and my head started 
spinning.

I saw her get up and come over in my direction, as I leaned against the black leather bar 
for support.

“Are you okay handsome?” she said, noticing that the mickey she had slipped me was 
taking effect, but trying to be cool and pretend she didn’t know what was wrong.

“Oh, I guess I just shouldn’t have had that drink on an empty stomach,” I told her, trying to
figure out why my knees were getting weaker and weaker.

“Hey handsome,” she went on, “you look like you should be taken home. Why don’t you 
let me drive you. After you relax a little, and are feeling up to it, we can maybe fool around a 
little. Come on, what do you say?”

The blonde in front of me was an amazon in size, and like me, she was completely garbed 
in leather. Her knockers looked gigantic, as they pressed against the thin black-leather halter 
she was wearing.

My cock was roaring hard, even in my somewhat drugged state, and I could think clearly 
enough to know that she looked like she would be good in bed, especially when it came to a 
little ass-slapping, or tit biting.

I quickly thought, that due to the extreme of her leather clothes and what they suggested, 
that she may be into visiting my little dungeon.

“Sure honey,” I answered her, in a somewhat semi-conscious state. “Do you have a car?”

“Yes, and I think I better drive,” she said, taking my arm firmly, and leading me out of the 
bar.

She led me around to the back of the place, where there was a small van. She opened the 
door, and I noticed that there was a bunch of girls sitting in the back, on large pillows that 
were spread around.

They all looked attractive, and although none of them seemed to be dressed as obviously 
rough as the blonde amazon that was taking me home, they all looked like they would know 
what to do along those lines.

I jumped in, and she tore off.

“I hope you don’t mind if a few of my girlfriend’s come along, they are into watching, and 
won’t get in the way of our love-making,” she said coyly.

“Sure,” I said dumbly, “that would be fun.”

Of course in the back of my mind I was thinking that it would be great if I would be able to
get more than just the blonde involved in some little games of pain and pleasure, but that was
something that I didn’t have to worry about at all.

The girls in the back of the van, Tina’s harem so to speak, had every intention of getting 
involved, and more than just as voyeurs, too!

In my drugged state, I directed Tina and her girls to my townhouse, and they parked 
outside. Tina had a strong hold on my arm, as she led me into my own house.

I must say, that I had no apprehensive feelings. I thought the girls were being nice to take 
me home this way, seeing that I was in no condition to do any driving whatsoever, and 
thought that they were probably interested in a little sexual activity, that is if I came around 
enough to get it up for them.

It wasn’t that I wasn’t excited, that was for sure. These girls were highly erotic looking, and 
my senses were flying about with sexual anticipation.

I led them, or I guess I should say that they led me, into the living room. I pointed to my 
well-stocked bar, and told Tina and the girls to make themselves a drink, and to feel at home.

Tina rested me on the couch, and I felt helpless. I couldn’t understand what had come over
me. I could think clearly, and all of my senses, especially the sexual ones, seemed to be in 
quite good working order-the only thing was, I didn’t have any strength.

Whatever Tina had given the bartender to put in my drink, had totally sapped all of my 
strength, and left me as weak as a baby.

For me, this was quite a feat. Not only do I have a naturally well-built body, but my three 
weekly workouts at a local gym, has developed my body even more, and made me strong as 
an ox. It was strange to feel my strength gone from my body, quite strange indeed.

Suddenly my cock began to come alive, as I watched Tina quite expertly make drinks for all
of her girls. There was a whole harem of beauties in my living room, all in various forms of 
leather get-up, and I felt helpless. It was quite a frustrating feeling.

If I was up to par, I certainly would have my clothes off by that time, and probably most of 
the girls as well. I didn’t like to waste any time, when there was attractive pussy around, 
especially such dominating-looking pussy as was being displayed right before my very eyes, in
my own living room, in my own fucking house.

My cock finally began to react, and it shot to attention. I could feel the monstrous love 
organ pressing against the cool thinness of my leather trousers, begging for release, begging 
for attention.

Tina was the first to notice it, having rejoined me on the couch after making herself a fairly 
large drink, and seeing that all of the other girls got one too.

She was quite obviously in charge of the little group, and they seemed to obey her like she
was their mistress or something-in reality, I later found out that that was just about what it 
was. They were under her power, as I was shortly going to be myself.

She sat down next to me on the couch, and I saw her eyes open up widely, as she glanced 
at the ever-growing bulge in the front of my sexy pants.

I was elated that she was taking such an interest in my physical prowess, and knew that it 
wouldn’t be long before things got rolling.

I was still in sort of a comma, not having really any strength except that which was now 
beginning to show in my torrid tool.

She reached over, and placed her hand firmly on the bulge in my crotch, as the rest of the 
girls formed a kind of circle around the both of us and the couch.

None of the other girls dared venture towards me, it was quite obvious that Tina was 
running the show completely, and would give the orders when the girls were to participate. It 
was she that was on the exploration endeavor, checking out my body, seeing if I was suitable 
for herself as well as her little tribe to devour.

She began to rub quite vigorously my bulging crotch, getting my cock even stiffer than it 
already was. She had a strong firm hand, almost like a man’s-but that excited me. I had always
hated very weak women, I guess that was because the weak one’s could never take the 
punishment that I loved to bestow on members of the female species.

My cock was totally erect now, and burning in my pants. I was eager to get undressed, and
into the act of fucking around with Tina, and any one of the other girls that wanted, or were 
allowed, to get involved.

I tried to get up from the couch, but was to weak. The drug, whatever it was, began to take
more and more possession of my senses. I was totally in its power, and therefore, totally in 
Tina’s power as well.

“Where are you going handsome,” she said, placing one of her milk-white palms on my 
muscular chest firmly, and pressing me back into the soft cushions of the sofa, letting me 
know that she was in charge more than ever of my every move.

I thought quickly. Should I take them down into the basement? It would be fun, if for 
nothing else than for them to look admiringly at my collection of erotic torture devices.

“Well, I thought that I would show you girls something that will excite you,” I managed to 
mumble out, in very slurred tones.

“Your big cock I suppose?” Tina said, more with a voice of annoyance, than one of a 
sexually aroused female. The tone of her voice became more and more domineering, and I 
began to realize that I was not dealing with any novices in the’ S&M scene, but experts from 
the word go!

“What could you show us, big boy,” Tina said, again with a smirk on. her face, and a tone 
of sarcasm in her earthy voice.

“I have a little dungeon,” I said meekly.

Her eyes lit up, like she had just got a dildo shoved up her ass.

“A what?” she said, as if she couldn’t believe what I had just said.

“I have a torture dungeon in the basement, a completely equipped one at that,” I said 
proudly.

Tina, as well as the other girls, stirred nervously as I began to describe just some of the 
instruments of torture and pain that I had possessed. Tina looked knowingly at her girlfriends, 
and then back at me. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement, as she told me to show her the 
room.

She helped me up, seeing as I was still pretty weak from that knock-out drink she had 
prepared for me back at the dyke bar.

I. unlocked a small door near a closet in the kitchen, and snapped on the light, leading 
them down the tiny staircase into my hellish dungeon of torturous delights.

All of the girls were quite impressed. Some of them began to take off their clothes 
immediately, while others started rubbing their already come-soaked crotches with their 
hands.

All in all, it was quite a sight. Here were all of these leather-loving females in my torture 
dungeon. What more could I have asked for?

Little did I know, that I was not going to be the master of this little orgy, but the poor sole 
that was going to have to take the punishment instead of giving it out, as usually was the 
case.

Tina sat me down on a small wooden chair, that was in one corner of the little dungeon. I 
was letting her lead me around, partly because I didn’t think that anything bad was going to 
happen to me, and partly because I was too weak to resist her in any way shape or form.

Tina herself now began to strip, and did it right in front of me, deliberately teasing me with
her beautiful body, making me want to attack her.

Underneath the leather jump suit that she was wearing, I was surprised to find a complete 
leather mistress outfit draped sensuously over her vivacious body.

She had a leather short-short suit on, open at the stomach, and just barely covering her 
snatch. A small amount of wiry blonde pubic hairs could be seen at the top of the skimpy 
garment, and it made my cock throb with anticipation of devouring her sweet little pussy. Her 
knockers were even larger than I had imagined, jutting way out in front of her shapely and 
sensual body. There were two large openings, right at the end of her tits, allowing the mighty 
spear-like nipples and about three inches of the tit itself, to be exposed.

I had never seen an outfit like this before, and to say that I was getting quite excited, 
would be making a gross understatement. I was flipping out with lust!

My little basement was well stocked, with all of the tools of the S&M trade. I had sets of 
handcuffs, whips, various leather punishing tools, a rack, just all kinds of things. Before this 
episode was over, I was going to have a chance to get a taste of what it was like to be on the 
receiving end of all of those devices, instead of the punishing end, as I usually was.

I guess when I first started to get really nervous, was when Tina came over and put a 
couple of steel handcuff-type bracelets on my wrists.

I was still groggy as hell, and couldn’t have resisted her even if I had wanted to. However, 
at that time, I didn’t mind. It was kind of exciting, in a weird sort of way.

I looked around at the other girls, as Tina slipped the heavy bracelets around my strong 
wrists, clamping them tightly closed. They had hooks on them, so that the person wearing 
them could be tied up and hung from the ceiling, if that was the desire of the dominating 
person using them.

One of the other girls, a pretty redhead, walked over to the two of us, only after Tina had 
signaled her to, of course.

She was wearing tight leather panty-hose, and a short leather vest, exposing her tits 
completely. She looked about twenty or so, and had a body that went on for days.

I hadn’t noticed it, but Tina had picked up one of the many assorted whips that I had 
hanging on the brick wall of the torture castle.

She kicked the stool out from under me, and I fell to the hard cold concrete floor of my 
self-made dungeon. It was then that I realized that Tina was no ordinary woman, and what 
was going to happen wasn’t the run-of-the mill S&M experience with a bunch of novices.

She quickly fastened my wrists, to two knobs that were screwed into the floor, pulling my 
arms down to my side, so that I was on my hands and knees, and not able to move in any 
direction in protest.

The other girl, still quite obviously under Tina’s direction, and domination, came over to 
me, and pulled her leather bottoms down, exposing a beautiful butt.

She proceeded to bend over, and shove her ass right up into my face. Tina stood over the 
two of us with a whip in her hand, letting us know that we were under her power, and doing 
her bidding.

Of course, I was beginning to get more and more nervous at the realization that the little 
party was being completely run by the big buxom blonde, and I, like her harem, was helpless 
to resist her powerful ways.

But on the other hand, I was excited as hell. The ass in front of me was beautiful, round, 
and smelled exceptionally sweet. I stuck out my tongue, and lunged forward at the girl, 
sinking it deep into the crevice of her ass.

The red head moaned loudly, as my prodding tongue sunk into her backside, exploring, 
kissing, lapping, and enjoying her anal entrance.

Tina looked on menacingly, encouraging what I was doing, and even put her hand on my 
head, and began to shove my face into the redhead’s ass even more determined.

While I was in this doggie-like position, Tina motioned to the other girls who had been 
standing some distance from us, exploring the rest of the dungeon, to come over and strip all 
of my clothes off, which they did instantly.

What they couldn’t get off easily, they ripped off, or cut off with large knives that they had 
found on one of my torture tables. My cock was roaring hard, and jutting out in front of me. 
As Tina stood over us, giving all of the directions in her throaty voice, one of the other girls 
began to blow me.

This sensation was incredible. As I kept lunging forward, shoving my tongue deeper and 
deeper into the crevice of the redhead’s asshole, the third girl who had joined our little 
exhibition, sucked away on my huge cock with a vigor that I had never experienced before.

All the time Tina stood over us, like the goddess of domination that I was beginning to 
realize she was.

The girl sucking my cock, was completely naked, and began to finger herself quickly as she
sucked away on me. Suddenly, Tina drew the large whip she had been patiently holding in her
firm hand over her head, and sent it flying down on the bare bottom of the cocksucking 
female.

The girl screamed out in pain. “I told you to suck him, I didn’t say anything, about sticking 
your own finger up your cunt, now did I?” Tina screamed out, obviously displeased that the 
cocksucking young naked girl had dared to take any liberties without Tina’s direction.

I knew now, that I had better do what Tina directed me to do likewise, or I was going to 
feel the wrath of her power. The girl didn’t stop sucking my cock for another few long 
moments, obviously afraid that she would displease Tina once again, causing her to get a 
taste of the leather whip that Tina so expertly used against her.

Just before I was about to come, Tina told the girl to stop sucking my cock, and to join the
other girls, who were watching from the other side of the room, rubbing their crotches, and 
wetting their lips in the hopes that Tina would call on one of them to join our little party.

I glanced at her as she walked away, and her bubbly bottom bore the large red welt from 
the whip Tina had deemed it necessary to use.

It wasn’t a light mark either, and I knew that Tina must have really put a lot of energy into 
the lashing. The leather thongs had sunk deeply into the flesh, and a tiny trickle of blood 
outlined the long red mark of the lash. I continued to rim the girl’s ass that was still bent over 
in front of me, afraid to deviate from my initial instructions, fearful of getting a taste of the 
leather whip myself.

My cock was still roaring hard, and I was quite frustrated. The girl had stopped just as I was
about to come, and my balls were burning with horny desire.

Suddenly Tina motioned the redhead to get up from in front of my face, and my tongue 
slipped out of her deep sloshy asshole. I knew that it was time to move on to another form of 
sexual enjoyment, and I had a feeling that my troubles had just begun.





CHAPTER TWO


My worries, were indeed justified. Using the redhead as her continued right-hand girl, Tina 
dragged me over to one of the torture racks that I had set up.

This was a particularly painful one, and I had not as yet found a girl that would let me use 
it on her. However, I was now going to get the feeling of the horrendous torture device on 
myself, and I was not pleased about that at all.

The rack was a wide wooden slab, that had tiny spear-like tacks jutting out of the front of 
it The rest was smooth, but there was a wooden wedge right in the middle of it.

They laid me down on it and the tacks pierced into my muscular chest I screamed out with 
pain, and that only seemed to spur Tina and her partner on to higher and higher levels of 
torturous passion.

There were hooks on the side of the thing, and they took my wrists, that still had the steel 
handcuffs on them, and clasped them firmly.

This pulled me down even further, and the tacks tore into my chest and also my stomach.

I was beginning to wish that I had never set up this little torture dungeon. How was I ever 
to know that it would someday be turned against me in such a cruel manner, as was now 
being exhibited.

As if the tacks tearing into my naked chest and stomach weren’t enough, the wedge of 
wood that was in the middle of the rack, was riding right up into the crack of my ass.

The slab was slanted downwards, so that my own body weight forced me down into the 
wedge. The wedge itself wasn’t too bad, although it was kind of painful.

But, what really hurt, was when Tina began to use the wedge as it had been designed.

There was a large screw in the side of it, and when turned, the two pieces of parallel wood,
separated.

As my body weight forced my ass down further and further onto the wedge, Tina began to
feverishly open up the two slabs of wood, opening my ass cheeks up further and further, 
causing excruciating pain.

I was frightened, needless to say. I knew that I had been drugged deliberately, to render 
me helpless, so that the harem of sadistic dykes could work me over, and work me over was 
just what they were doing-and with a vengeance that I had not believed possible.

I began to scream out in pain, but I knew that it was in vain. When I built the little torture 
dungeon in the basement of my townhouse, I knew that there would be lots of screaming 
going on, and that since there were other houses right next to me, this was not very wise.

I spent an extra thousand dollars, to make sure that the entire dungeon was completely 
soundproofed. You could practically set a bomb off in the basement, and no one would hear a
single sound.

Now, of course, I wished that I hadn’t done that. From the sounds of my horrendous and 
extremely loud screaming, someone would have surely come to my rescue. But, it was in vain.

I knew that I would never be heard, and resigned myself to the fact that at least until the 
damn drug wore off, I was going to be totally in the hands of Tina and her savage girls!

Tina forced the wedge further and further apart, and I continued to scream. It felt like my 
ass was going to rip apart, right at the ass crack.

The pain of the tacks piercing into my naked chest, was nothing compared to the pain that
my ass was now receiving at the hands of the sadistic dyke leader Tina.

She began to laugh loudly, and then the other girls followed suit In no time, it sounded 
like someone had told an uproariously funny joke.

But, unfortunately, the joke was me, at least for them. As far as I was concerned, the 
predicament that I had inadvertently allowed myself to get into, was anything but a joke!

As if the wedge opening up my ass, and the tacks piercing into my stomach and chest 
wasn’t enough for the savage females, the redheaded girl was instructed by the merciless Tina
to take my largest bullwhip off the wall, and use it on me furiously.

I closed my eyes and tightened my muscles, as I prepared for the lashing I was about to 
receive.

With my eyes still closed, I heard and felt the redhead approach me, while Tina continued 
to open up my ass slowly, cruelly, with the savage wedge of wood.

All of a sudden, the bullwhip came lashing down on my back. I screamed out even louder 
than I had previously done, as I felt the leather thongs of the whip pierce into my flesh.

The pain was unbelievable, as lash after lash whipped down onto my naked back.

My ass, which was in outrageous pain from Tina’s prying with the wedge, was now the 
target for the vicious redhead whipper!

She lashed-out at my naked buttocks, slashing the bullwhip across my already painful two 
half-moons of flesh. J screamed out and screamed out, but the more I did so, the harder the 
redheaded sadistic cunt lashed at me.

I knew that my back and ass must be a mass of blood and whip marks, but apparently the 
sight wasn’t going to stop the vengeance of the sadistic mistress and her right-hand girl.

Over and over the whip came slashing down onto my naked flesh. Just when I thought 
that I was so numb nothing would hurt me further, I was proven wrong by a particularly hard 
lashing of the bullwhip.

It was as if every fiber of my body was burning with the pain that was being so cruelly 
administered to me by the two girls.

There was absolutely no escaping, I knew that, and even my cries would go completely 
unanswered.

I heard the girls that were not involved in this particular gruesome sport, circling around 
me, and groaning more and more sexily as the sight of my blood-ripped body must have 
been enticing them more and more feverishly.

Finally, Tina gave the word to the redheaded helper to stop pummeling me with her whip. 
The girl made a slight groan of disapproval, obviously having been enjoying what she was 
doing to my helpless sprawled-out body, but she did as Tina told her to do.

Tina likewise started to release the menacing grip of the wedge, by turning the screw in 
the other way, causing the two pieces of wood to close, and release the pressure from my ass 
cheeks.

I was so numb with pain already, that I didn’t know if I was going or coming. I knew that 
they had both stopped torturing me, for the moment anyway, and that was somewhat of a 
relief.

But, my body was burning up with pain from head to foot, and it didn’t stop. The lashing 
that I had received, and the ass-opening, had left me with a lot of painful bruises that 
continued to hurt me to no end!

The redheaded girl, under the direction and careful scrutiny of Tina the boss, undid my 
restraints, and pulled me off the torturous rack.

I began to feel that perhaps they were done with me, but I soon found out that they had 
just started.

The drug which I had been given back at the bar, was still keeping a strong hold on me. I 
tried to muster up some strength, any amount of it, to retaliate against my captors but it was 
to no avail.

The remnants of the drug, combined with the excruciating pain that I was still feeling from 
the wedge, needless to say the whiplash also, and the blood that I was losing from the 
wounds, all added up and made me one hell of a weak stud.

They dragged me over to the other side of the room, where there was a small state 
imbedded in the cold concrete floor. This was just a simple stake, that I had used many times 
to tie up various female captives.

I was tied to it immediately, by Tina and the redhead. I thought that they were probably 
going to keep me there for a while, long enough to decide what to do with me next, or 
something like that.

But, as before, I was mistaken. They were getting me ready for another horrendous torture,
another torture using one of my own instruments of pain.

I’m sure that the mere fact that all of this torture being done to me, was happening in my 
very own house, and with painful devices that I had carefully chosen and gone to great 
lengths to obtain, made it particularly disgusting to me.

It would have been bad enough if the girls had taken me to their place, and done this to 
me, but to do it right here in my own home, was just too much to handle.

The girls were in some kind of a huddle, apparently discussing what their next move with 
me was going to be. This made me cringe with anxiety, knowing damn well that whatever it 
was that they decided to do with me, or to me, or both, was going to be harmful to my body, 
and would without a doubt, cause me a considerable amount of further pain and agony.

Suddenly the little huddle broke up, and one of the girls who up until this time had 
remained out of the picture totally, walked over to me.

She was an extremely tall girl, with fairly long brown hair. She was wearing a pair of almost
transparent black leather pants, that were so tight I could see the tiny pubic hairs of her 
attractive pussy right through them.

Up top, she was wearing long black leather gloves, and a tiny piece of leather material 
across her neck, just above her fully-exposed, and gigantic tits.

She indeed had the largest set of knockers of any of the girls, and just for a fleeting 
second, I felt a twinge of excitement in my cock. But the pain that I was still feeling, plus 
unmistakable feeling of ever-present danger, didn’t allow my cock to arise to the occasion.

I looked at her nervously as she approached me, with a gleam in her eye. She had 
obviously been chosen to work me over next, and from the smile of menacing anticipation 
that beamed over her face like a warning beacon, I knew that I was in for more pain, and a lot 
of it.

She walked up to me, and drawing one of her long arms all the way back, she punched me
in the stomach with all of her might.

I felt the thin leather covering her fingers, sink into my flesh. Now mind you, doing fifty 
sit-ups every day had developed quite a healthy set of abdominal muscles, and I was in top 
physical condition.

But her tiny fist jabbing into my gut, caused me to eventually have to gasp for air. Over 
and over her fist plowed into my burning stomach, and what started out to be a mere tickle of
pain, was turning into more horrendous horror. I thought that she was never going to stop.

She pounded my stomach incessantly, obviously enjoying the fact that she was given me 
to play with, to perform her own special feats of excruciating pain.

She started to increase the punches, and shorten the amount of time between each one. 
Her fist would slam into my gut, and before I had a chance to catch my breath, and tighten up
my washboard stomach in readiness for the next punch, she would have already had the fist 
pummeling into me again.

This speedy and constant barrage of fist into stomach flesh, left me totally without breath, 
and made the pain of the previous torture seem mundane.

I screamed out to her to have mercy, but that seemed to infuriate her. She suddenly lifted 
up her knee, and slammed it full force into my crotch.

I screamed out in agony, as I heard all of the other girls begin clapping, and yelling their 
approval to the chick who was working me over savagely.

I thought that I was going to pass out from the pain of her knee slamming into my prick 
and balls, but unfortunately for me, I didn’t.

She backed away from me after that, and I thought that she was through with me. But, 
once again, I was wrong. She walked over to the circle of dykes that had been egging her on, 
and one of them handed another instrument of torture to her, and she headed back in my 
direction.

I screamed when I saw what she was holding. It was a clamp that I had paid five-hundred 
dollars for, because it was so unique.

It had a long handle, and when squeezed together, it caused the jaw-like mouth piece of 
the menacing weapon to clamp securely together.

I had only used this on one girl, a girl who had insisted that I work over her nipples. I had 
clamped the jaws of the monstrous weapon down on them, causing her pain and delight at 
the same time.

However, as the. girl approached me bearing this menacing object, I was scared shitless. I 
was afraid that she was going to clamp it on my cock, and rip it right off of me.

Her eyes widened as she approached me, obviously getting quite excited at seeing me tied
up there, completely defenseless, and totally at her mercy.

She pointed the horrible-looking object right at me, and advanced on me with all the 
absurdity of a woman who knew what she wanted to do, and knew just how she was going to 
do it.

She brought the weapon up to my chest, and expertly clamped the first set of teeth over 
my nipples, and then slammed the handles together.

I screamed out, as the steel teeth of the torturous clamp, closed over my sensitive nipples, 
squeezing them together, and sending me almost into unconsciousness with the pain.

My voice was beginning to get hoarse from screaming but I just couldn’t stop. Sure, I knew
that no one would ever hear me, but the pain was so excruciating, that I just couldn’t help the 
pleas for mercy emanating from my mouth.

She pulled the menacing object away from my body, only to prepare for another assault 
on my person. She closed the jaw-like instrument, and started slamming the blunt end of it 
into my already tortured stomach.

Her fisting of my abdominal muscles was bed enough, but when she started smashing this 
steel object into my stomach, I thought that once again I would faint from the high degree of 
pain that it was creating.

Over and over again she slammed the closed blunt end of the weapon into my gut, 
causing me to continually gasp for air.

Next, she opened the teeth again, and headed for my body. This time, with the jaws of the 
steel monster opened wide, she clamped it into my already bruised and battered stomach, 
and closed it firmly around my rippling abdominal muscles.

My screams continued, as the pain shot through me like bolts of lightening. I couldn’t 
believe that all of this was happening to me, but it was, and it was fucking horrible, that was 
for sure!

She started turning her handles, so that the teeth ripped at my tender flesh. I thought just 
for a moment, that she was going to kill me. But I knew that they wouldn’t do that, at least not
yet. I was convinced that they had many more torturous ideas up their sleeves, than to do 
away with me this early in the evening.

The steel claws tore into my stomach, tearing my flesh, and causing the blood to gush out.
I wondered if I would bleed to death now, as the blood came springing out of my stomach in 
great gushes.

This was like a nightmare to me, but unfortunately I knew that I was wide awake. The 
painful feelings coursing through my battered body, reminded me of that dreadful fact 
constantly, not letting me forget for a second where I was, and under what horrendous 
captivity I was involved in.

The women were all ruthless. I could hear their laughter and applause in the background, 
as the girl continued to snap at various parts of my body with the steel-toothed clamp.

The girl who was working me over, was apparently pleasing her friends, and Tina, the 
goddess of pain and pleasure that was in charge of the little scene.

What I was most fearful of, the possibility that the sex-crazed girl working me over would 
snap that clamp on my cock, finally came true.

Of course it had entered my mind the second that I saw her walking towards me with the 
menacing object, but I didn’t think that she would really do it. I thought that perhaps she 
would scare me by waving it in front of my cock, mentally torturing me, but not carrying 
through with it.

So, when she started to lower the jaws of the steel clamp down right in front of my limp 
pecker, I was scared, but didn’t think that she was going to do it. Unfortunately, once again, I 
was dead wrong.

She advanced on me, opening the steel teeth of the horrendous object, so that they lined 
each side of my long pecker.

I quivered as I anticipated the closing of the steel teeth on my prick, knowing that if the 
girl wanted to, she could easily chop my cock right off.

The pain of having my cock cut off wasn’t foremost in my mind, but the idea of never 
being able to enjoy a good fuck again was, and I screamed out.

“Keep away from me with that you fucking cunt,” I said, which was indeed a mistake. I 
should have known better than to speak out against any of my captors, realizing that it would 
only aggravate them, and therefore put myself in an even more dangerous position than I was
already faced with.

This was just what happened in this case. Not only did the girl working me over get 
furious, but the rest of the girls came to her aid, and screamed out to kill me.

Their voices were serious, and they were extremely annoyed at my apparent slip of the 
tongue. I heard Tina yelling instructions, telling the girl to clamp the big thing on my cock, 
and teach me a lesson in respect.

She moved forward to me, and after making sure that the two sets of steel teeth were 
lined up correctly along the side of my cock, she clamped the thing down on my tender penis 
flesh.

The pain was excruciating, and I screamed out. However, I refrained from any more name 
calling, knowing that actions along those lines would only bring more assault to my person.

Not only did the leather cunt squeeze the teeth into my cock, but she began to scrape it 
back and forth like I was a piece of cheese that she was grating.

The steel teeth ripped my cock flesh, and the pain almost made me faint once again. 
Something inside of me kept me conscious. I think that I was afraid to pass out, afraid that I 
would never wake up again.

If those girls got a hold of my unconscious body, there was no telling what they might do 
to me, just for the fun of it!

A numbness began to come over me. The pain had reached the point where it was no 
longer painful. Every fiber of my body had been abused, and I was almost in a comma.

I was afraid that my cock was going to be ripped off my body, but figured that they 
probably wouldn’t do that. After all, there was still the chance that one of them, perhaps Tina, 
wanted to fuck me. Without a cock hanging between my legs, that was going to be pretty 
difficult.

Finally, the chick stopped her cock tearing practice, and put the large bloody clamp down. 
At least I could be thankful that that part of my torture was over.

I began to get more and more furious inside, and vowed to myself that if I ever got freed, 
and had a chance at vengeance, there would be no stopping the amount of fury that I would 
use against these fucking cunts who were using and abusing me in my very own house.

After all, who the hell did they think they were, anyway? They had a lot of balls to drug me 
like this, and bring me home, and turn my own pleasure dungeon into a hot-bed of torture 
against myself.

Yes, if I had the chance, I would teach them all what torture was really about. I would show 
them how to really use these instruments, and I wouldn’t have an ounce of mercy.

I thought to myself at that point, that I may even be capable of murder-that was how 
pissed off I was becoming.

They had caused me so much pain already, that anything that they had decided to do at 
that point, wouldn’t have mattered very much. They had worked me over, and worked me 
over but good, and although I knew that there was more in store for me, I didn’t care.

Even if I didn’t have a chance to get back at them this night, I would surely be able to find 
them someday, knowing that they probably hung out at that bar.

I started devising ways in my mind that I would sneak up on them in the alley behind the 
place some night, and capture them all, dragging them back to the dungeon, and teaching 
them a thing or two about pain and pleasure.

Yes, I would show them all right, someday that was. But, for right now, I was still totally in 
their power, and it was a power that was ruthless.

All any of the fucking cunts were concerned about was there own pleasure. They didn’t 
care about my welfare at all, and certainly didn’t care if I was getting any pleasure out of what 
was going on.

I started trying to figure out why it was me that they had chosen. I had never been in that 
bar before, but I wondered if one of the girls that I had brought down here, and there had 
been many since I had the dungeon built, had been a friend of one of the girls, and had told 
them about me and what I had done.

Sure, there were some girls who I had gotten quite upset with my little games. Most of 
them enjoyed it, begged for it, but there had been one or two that had been quite horrified.

I wondered if one of those girls had spoken to one of the girls who now had me so 
helplessly in their power, and that was the reason for this unspeakable wrath of vengeance 
that they were bestowing on my helpless body.

The drug still had a pretty good grip on my senses, and I was quite weak. Not only was the
drug making me weak, but I had lost a considerable amount of blood from the various 
merciless tortures that had been bestowed upon my bruised and battered body, and that was 
sapping me of energy also.

Tina came over to me, sending the girl who had worked me over so expertly away. She was
now in charge again, and proceeded to cut my hands free from the stake which I had been 
tied to for over an hour.

She dragged me over to one of the other walls, and proceeded to tie me up immediately 
to another stake. This time though, she had a little more apparatus to put on my body, and 
proceeded to do it with gusto.

First, she put a thin leather mask over my face. I had used the mask on myself a couple of 
times, to add to the torturous feeling while being with a lady slave. Now, it repulsed me to 
have it slid on my face.

It was funny how the same thing, or the same act, could feel totally different to me, being 
on the receiving end, instead of the administering. I wondered if I was being paid back for the 
torturous things that I had so often done to helpless females down here in my own basement.

Time would tell!

The leather mask fit tightly over my face, stretching thin against my skin. It had tiny 
openings for my ears, and stopped just below my nose, leaving my mouth free.

She put long leather gloves on my arms, that were attached to a waistband of leather, that
went across my mid section. My hands were tied behind me on the stake.

Next, she took a piece of chain, one of many that unfortunately I had left lying around the 
basement floor, and tied one end of it to the leather of my mask piece, and the other end to 
the leather going around my middle.

She made sure that the links were short, and they pulled my head down and my chest up. I
was being bound quite tightly, and Tina obviously knew what she was doing.

I was a little surprised that she seemed so adept, with my very own equipment. I deducted 
that most of the equipment she must have at one time or another used herself, probably on 
some other poor slob who had fallen into her clutches, as I had been so unfortunate to do.

Next, she slipped a pair of leather stockings up over my muscular legs. She must have 
gotten them from one of the girls, and they were extremely tight.

They seemed to cut off the circulation in my legs, and I knew that if I had broken free right
that second and had tried to walk, the blood-stopping leather on my thighs and calves, would
have probably caused me to topple over.

Oh, Tina knew what she was doing all right, she had all the answers, and every Avenue of 
escape covered quite well. She was rendering me more and more helpless with each passing 
moment, and I knew that that was delighting her to no end from the look of pleasure that 
grew in increasing amounts across her pretty, but devilish face.

From the top of the stockings, to the waist band around my middle, she tightly tied steel 
prongs, and a piece of heavy duty steel wire.

I was annoyed that I had left so many of my own devices scattered about, but then how 
was I to know that they would someday be used against me in this merciless way.

The dungeon was a secret from all of my friends, and I didn’t think that anyone would ever
be down here except a girl that I was totally in charge of myself.

What horror fate had dealt me. What could I have ever done to deserve such treatment? I 
decided that I hadn’t done anything at all to deserve it, and therefore was more determined 
than ever to get back at these witches of pain, these cunt-ass dykes who were destroying my 
beautiful masculine body, in their pursuit of sexual enlightenment. I would teach them 
someday, they would find out what pain really was. Just wait until I got a hold of them.

Especially Tina. She had such a disgusting way about her, enjoying the pain that I was 
forced to take with such greedy lust and delight.

I wished that I had all of my strength back, and could have just five minutes alone with 
that broad. I would beat the living shit right out of her, making her beg for mercy, mercy that I
would never give.

Tina slipped a leather strap over my cock, which even in its soft state, was quite large. The 
strap had tiny spear-like projectors on the end of it. I had used it to fuck a girl or two before, 
tearing their cunts to smithereens when doing so.

This strap didn’t hurt me, as it was ordered in my size (extra large) and fit quite 
comfortably. Unfortunately, she tied a hook on the tip of it, and then tied a rope to that.

She sat on the floor about three feet away from me, and began jerking on the rope 
savagely, causing my cock to feel like it. was going to be pulled right off me.

I started screaming again, as the pain began to once again mount in my senses. However, 
the louder I screamed, the more savagely she pulled on the rope.

I could have sworn that my cock was going to rip off my body, but it didn’t It was as if she 
knew the point where she had to stop, but she took it right up to that point.

She made me suffer as much as she possibly could, without killing me, or making me pass 
out. In a lot of ways, I started wishing that I would faint At least I wouldn’t have to suffer the 
way I was suffering then.

But, I again thought that being unconscious, may mean the end of my life, so I decided 
that I would just have to bear the pain for as long as they wanted to torture me.

From the way things seemed to be going, they had just begun. They were all worked up, 
and eager for action. I was a sex toy for them, and they weren’t about to give up on my just 
yet-not for a long shot!

Tina continued to jerk the rope savagely, enjoying my cries of pain, beginning to laugh 
uproariously as I squealed out for mercy.

I wanted to call her filthy names, because that was what I was feeling inside, but I 
remembered what happened that last time that I had used any vulgarity, and decided for my 
own safety, it would be better to just scream out in pain, without bringing any personalities 
into my cries of torture.

As if what I was going through at the present wasn’t enough of a torture to keep Tina and 
her savage group satisfied, she instructed one of the other girls to put tit-clamps on my 
nipples.

I had used these on many women before, but had certainly never had them used on me. 
Now I was going to find out what having a nipple pierced savagely was really like, and it was 
something that I wasn’t looking forward to a bit, I began to moan.

This was going to be a bitch!





CHAPTER THREE


The girl that she chose to put the tit clamps on my nipples, was a tiny, oriental-looking 
black-haired girl, who up to that point had remained relatively in the background of the little 
savage adventure.

However, when Tina requested her to participate, she came alive, like she had just been 
injected with some kind of powerful energy drug.

She picked up the tit clamps, off a table that I had against one of the walls, containing all 
sorts of torture devices.

She had a savage gleam in her eye as she approached me, and I knew that like Tina, and 
the others, I was going to get no form of mercy from her.

Instead of putting the tit clamp right on my nipples, she decided that she would toy with 
them first with her mouth. Apparently Tina, the head cunt, had given her the okay, because 
she tore into my chest with her mouth and scorching tongue.

Almost tenderly, at first, she kissed and nibbled on my tiny spear-like nipples, and for a 
fleeting second, I began to once again feel a slight rush of pleasure.

This was short lived however, because as soon as I let out with the slightest groan of 
approval, she chomped down on one of my nipples savagely with her strong teeth, and again 
I screamed out in agony.

She seemed delighted at having caused me pain, I guess because it was the first time for 
her, at least with me in my dungeon.

It was if she suddenly came alive with fury. She started chomping down on my nipples 
savagely with her teeth, really biting into them.

It was funny, in a way, because I had done this very same thing so many other times to 
various women, and now I was having it done to me.

I wished that I was a masochist, and then at least I would be getting some form of pleasure
out of all that was happening. But, I was, and still am, a sadist in the truest sense of the word. I
enjoy giving pain, and plenty of it. But, when it comes to receiving any, I guess you could 
almost say that I am a big baby.

I hate getting pain, any kind of pain. I even hate to go to the dentist with a passion, fearful 
that he is going to hurt me with one of his drills.

What a joke! I would have traded my present position, for having all of my teeth pulled by 
a dentist. Nothing could ever top the amount of pain and humiliation that I was being 
subjected to by these amazon-type dyke cunts.

The girl continued to work over my tender nipples with her teeth, and she was no lady, 
and I can tell you that. The louder I screamed out for mercy, the more savagely she tore into 
my nipples with her forceful jaws.

She bit them, and then, with the nipple in her mouth, would pull them away from my 
chest, causing excruciating pain and a lot of humiliation to boot.

It was highly degrading to have these women working me over like this, and being totally 
helpless, not able to in any way fight back. I knew that it was time for the piercing clamps, 
when she backed away from me. Her mouth was oozing of saliva, having really gotten herself 
worked up over her little tit-biting escapade.

Tina watched on, with a sadistic smirk on her face, as the girl started to fasten the clamps 
to my tits. The clamps were designed so that when opened, the spring at the base of them, 
forced them together firmly.

She clamped the steel tips of them, over each one of my nipples, and then backed off to 
see the painful expression creep over my face as the clamps began to close all by themselves, 
squeezing my nipples together in painful agony, as she had just finished doing with her own 
teeth.

I screamed out, and I screamed out some more. Every time I winced, or made any kind of a
movement at all, in any direction, the clamps tightened on my tits, and to top it all off, Tina 
pulled savagely on the rope, jerking my cock practically off.

Again, I thought I was going to pass out from the pain, it was so excruciating, but as 
before, I remained conscious, able to fully feel every ounce of pain that the fucking cunts were
administering so gleefully to my poor ravaged body.

I yearned for the time when I could retaliate, and prayed that someday I would be given 
that opportunity. Sure, I would like to get each one of the girls alone for an hour of private 
torture, but I would be more than happy to have a whole evening with just Tina.

It was Tina who had devised to have me drugged, I was convinced of that now. And, it was
quite obviously Tina who was giving all of the orders.

It was as if she was the strength of all of the other girls. Sure, the other girls enjoyed 
torturing me when it was their turn, but without Tina’s orders, and go-ahead, the girls were 
still.

In a way, they were puppets, just as I was. This whole show was being run completely by 
Tina, and that was why I yearned with every fiber in my poor tortured body, to get my hands 
on that fucking cunt.

Oh, the things that I was planning on doing to her. Every time I was given a dose of pain 
by her, or one of her decuples, I registered it in my brain, wanting to recall the vivid memory 
for the time when I could get my hands on her.

I thought that I might even kill her, I was so fucking pissed off and humiliated, at all I had 
been forced to put up with for the past several hours.

Tina let go of the rope that she had been pulling on, which in turn was pulling my cock 
savagely away from my tender groin, and headed over in my direction.

She had something in her hand, but I couldn’t quite see what it was. When she was close 
enough, I found out.

She held a large leather pipe, and without waiting a second when she got up near to me, 
she shoved it into my mouth. She pushed it all the way back into the dark recesses of my 
mouth cavity.

The leather cylinder was large, about three inches in diameter. When it was inside of my 
mouth, it forced my jaws open wide.

The result was, that I couldn’t scream out in pain anymore. For that matter, the leather 
pipe itself was painful, as it forced my jaws further and further apart.

Tina stood over me, and began laughing once again, quite hysterically. I must have made a
pathetic sight, tied up the way I was, now not even able to utter a sound.

She was wearing a high-heeled shoes, and I saw her draw her long shapely leg way back 
behind her. With one sudden motion, she swung her leg forward, catching me right in the pit 
of my stomach, with the sharp point of her shoe.

I screamed out in pain, but the only audible sound was a small muffled noise, because of 
the huge leather pipe that was crammed up into my mouth.

The kick that she had given me, was almost some kind of a test to see if the mouth silencer
was working properly. Apparently satisfied that it was, she began to kick me some more, just 
for the fun of it.

She backed away from me, and then started running, like a football player about to punt. 
When she got right near me, she let her foot swing into my stomach, again driving her 
pointed shoe deep into my bruised abdominal area.

This pain took over first place, in the contest for the most cruel torture. The pointed shoe 
began to feel like a dagger, as it pummeled into my flesh.

Suddenly, Tina directed the rest of her sadistic crew, to line up behind her. She kicked me 
once more, as if to show the other girls clearly what to do, and then she went to the end of 
the line.

On her signal, the first girl did to me just what Tina did. She took a little run, and let her 
pointed shoe fly into the pit of my ravaged stomach.

All of the other girls began applauding when the first girl kicked me, showing their 
approval. Tina smiled on menacingly, obviously delighted that the first girl had done so well, 
at her own savage beckoning.

The next girl, tried to outdo the fury with which the first girl kicked me. She was a bigger 
girl, and had extremely powerful legs.

When her shoe came barreling into the gut of my stomach, I thought I was going to vomit.
But then, I realized that even if I wanted to, I couldn’t-my mouth was stuffed with the leather 
pipe.

One by one, the girls lined up and kicked the living shit out of me. When it was Tina’s turn 
again, she kicked me harder than all the previous girls put together, and broke into a 
horrendous fit of sadistic laughter.

I kept hoping that I would wake up, and find out that this whole disgusting episode would 
be a dream, but I didn’t. It was happening all right, and it was happening to me!

The prospects of escape, seemed dimmer and dimmer, as the girls continued to kick me. 
They would have done it all night, if Tina finally didn’t stop them.

However, before the girls ended their little punting practice with my body, they had each 
kicked me about ten times and I was choking for breath.

Not only did this savage kicking take the breath out of my lungs, but when I tried to gasp 
in air to get my respiratory system functioning somewhat normally once again, I couldn’t, 
because of the wide leather pipe still wedged securely in my throat.

Above all of the pain, and discomfort that I was feeling, was an ever growing desire to beat
the living shit out of Tina and her girls.

That one desire, the thought of mercilessly teaching them what pain was really like, kept 
burning into my brain. It was all I was thinking about.

As a matter-of-fact, I think that it was these thoughts of revenge that kept me going. It 
was like having some kind of faith. I had something to believe in, and that was getting back at 
the merciless cunts who were torturing me so ruthlessly in my own dungeon.

I would make them pay all right, all of them. They would be sorry that they ever 
accompanied me home tonight. And most important of all, I was going to de e Tina.

I began to think of all of the thin,. that I would do to her. Also, knowing that she w a dyke, 
I knew that fucking her in front of… girlfriends, would be a truly humiliating experience for her,
and it was something that became foremost in my mind.

Of course, I had no intention at all of fucking her, until I had ravaged her body with ten 
times the fury that was now being exhibited on me.

These girls all needed a taste of my own sadistic powers, but it was Tina that deserved, and
was going to get, the full blast of my pent-up revengeful fury.

The kicking was finally over, and my breathing returned somewhat to normal. I thought 
that perhaps they would all give me a rest, after giving them so much fun for the past few 
hours, but I was wrong.

These girls had an unquenchable thirst for sexual agony, and I was the target of their folly. 
They had more torture up their sleeves, and unfortunately it was me who was going to have to
suffer under their cruel endeavors.

I saw the girls getting into their football like huddle, Tina in the center as usual, giving 
instructions, planning their next attack on my person.

An extremely buxom brunette emerged from the little group, a girl that I remember as 
giving me particularly hard kicks in the punting line-up that had just taken place.

Like the other dominating girls that had proceeded her, this new dominator had a gleam 
for lust and vengeance in her eye.

She was wearing a leather bra, I guess that you could call it that, there really wasn’t much 
to it. It was extremely thin, and very narrow.

Her tits were gigantic, I would guess at least a size forty-two. They almost popped right 
out of the tiny halter.

She was also wearing a very brief black leather bikini bottom, that was so brief, and so 
tight, her pubic hair curled up over the top of the material, making quite an alluring sight.

If I hadn’t been in so much pain, and if I didn’t know that she was surely going to 
administer some more undeserved punishment to me, I would have really gotten quite excited
at her presence.

She was wearing a pair of thigh-length leather boots, and from the looks of the heels and 
toes on them, she could do quite a job on me.

For that matter, she already had. I remember her savage kicks with the leather boots, from 
the line up of torturous females that had worked me over quite savagely only a few moments 
before.

Under Tina’s careful scrutiny,. I was untied completely from all of my bindings. I fell harshly
to the concrete floor, still weak from the drug, and also from the various degrees of 
pummeling that I had been forced to put up with.

My body was gorged and pummeled, and there were a various assortment of cuts and 
bruises all over me. I was quite a sight, and I think that my weakness and disheveled 
appearance, made the girl who was now taking over the punishment of my person light up 
with anticipation.

The girl was ready to work me over, without even giving me a chance to catch my breath 
from the last torturous beating that I had been subjected to.

My anger was continuing to grow inside of me, and continued to override even the great 
pain that my body was feeling from the various tortures that they had given me.

I was ready to kill. If only my strength would have come back at that second, I think I 
would have killed every fucking one of those cunts, without thinking twice about it.

I was really pissed off at the humiliating way that they were treating me, and that they had 
to drug me into this disgusting submission.

I was a toy for them, a mere toy for their deviant pleasures, and I was more than sick of the
whole disgusting episode.

It was time for a change, but my strength just wasn’t there. I wasn’t even beginning to feel 
any stronger than I had felt for the whole evening.

It must have been a really strong drug, whatever was put in my drink. I wasn’t sure of the 
time, but it had to be at least four hours since my abduction down near the river. Whatever 
they had given me, it still had me in its power, and from the way I felt, it was going to keep a 
hold of me for quite a while to come.

I prayed that some miracle would happen, and all of a sudden I would get my strength 
back, and would be able to spring on the unsuspecting females, and beat the living shit out of
them, but, unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen-not yet anyway!

Again, with Tina’s careful scrutiny, and giving every command, the girl with the leather bra 
and panties, began to tie me up in a new, and equally degrading position.

I was bound with leather strappings, so that my arms were pulled into my chest. My legs 
were strapped together, and then attached to the strappings that were holding my upper 
body securely together.

I was all wrapped up, and down on my knees on the cold cement floor, with my ass 
sticking up in the air, vulnerable, able to be used and abused, and that’ was just what was on 
this new dominating mistress’ mind.

She left the leather pole in my mouth, so that I still could not utter a word against what 
was happening to me, not that it would have doe any good, even if I could have yelled out.

No, I was in their power, and that was exactly how it was going to remain, until either they 
tired of me, which I doubted from the way things were going, or until somehow my strength 
came back, and I was able to free myself, and make them begin to serve me-the way that it 
rightfully should have been all evening.

Tina handed the buxom girl a whip. Actually, it was more like a leather stick. It had no 
thongs on it, like the other whips had, and it was a lot stiffer.

I had never used it on any of my captives before, because it was truly quite savage. I knew 
that it would mercilessly tear apart anyone’s flesh who was unfortunate enough to have it 
used on them, and now, it was going to be me that was going to receive the first taste of the 
menacing object.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, a huge dildo that I had on one of the supply tables in the 
corner, was tied to a rope, and with one quick motion, and no grease of any kind, the girl now 
in charge of torturing me, shoved the fucking thing up my ass.

I screamed out, and as before, my cries for mercy were muffled almost completely by the 
leather pole that was still imbedded firmly in my mouth.

The rubber dildo scorched my flesh, and from the position of the girl and the way that she 
had a rope tied on it, she could pull the fucking thing in and out of my ass at her will.

It was more humiliating than painful, although I must admit it hurt a hell of a lot. I had 
never had anything shoved up my asshole before, and this was a disgusting and degenerating
way to be initiated into anal activities.

She yanked the rope, and drew the big dildo out of my ass, upping my flesh on the way, 
and then yanked the rope so that the big phony cock tore into me once again.

All the other girls started laughing, and I must admit, I suppose that I made quite a funny 
sight, sprawled out on the cement floor, with my ass jutting up in the air, being used and 
abused by the cunts standing over me.

She crashed the heel of her leather boot down onto my back, and that really hurt. She dug
the heel into my flesh, and turned it around, so that the spiked piece of leather bore into my 
skin, causing a tremendous amount of pain.

Every time she pulled the rubber dildo into my ass, she jammed the heel of her boot into 
my kidneys, arid back area. It was with exact timing that she was working me over, and 
something told me that she was no novice in these areas of torture and male domination.

Suddenly I felt the leather whip slap across my bare bottom. That plus the rubber cock 
that was still being pulled in and out of my scorching ass in a plunger like fashion, was almost 
unbearable.

I had thought that most of the pain that I was going to have to suffer was over, or at least 
I had become used to it, but I was wrong.

This latest degree of punishment, proved that I was wrong. Her shoe tore into me, the 
rubber dick went barreling up into my ass, and the heel of her spiked shoe kept slamming into
my back area.

I was furious, as well as being delirious with pain. I wanted to grab a hold of the leg that 
was kicking me, and shove it up the fucking girl’s asshole.

Of course, I was completely helpless to mount any form of retaliation. I was completely 
under her power, being tied up like that.

Oh, I thought to myself, if only my strength would begin to come back, I would show her, 
and Tina, and the rest of the fucking cunts a thing or two.

But for now, I was going to have to settle for every bit of humiliating degradation that 
these whore-masters decided to dish out.

What had started out as moderate whipping with the leather rod, now became quite 
savage. It was apparent that once the girl got into smashing the leather thing into my body, 
she was eager to really let me have it.

Over and over again, the leather monster came slashing down on me. She made sure that 
she didn’t just hit me in one place, either.

She would start up high on my back, smashing the thing against the tender flesh of my 
neck and shoulder blades, and then quite carefully and systematically, she would work her 
slashings down my body until they got to my ass.

Of course when she started hitting my tender and already used and abused anal area, she 
became savage. The whip came tearing down on me, and it felt like one long razor blade, 
ripping the skin right off my muscular ass.

She was relentless in her attack. She had the fury of ten women, and there was no 
stopping her, at least not for the present.

Over and over she lashed out at me. When the whip wasn’t slamming into me, the high 
heel of her leather boot was digging into my back.

All in all, I never had a second when something painful wasn’t being administered to my 
poor body. I couldn’t even catch my breath between tortures.

This was another reason why I was so fucking pissed off. At least when I worked a girl over 
in my basement, I gave her a chance to pull herself together after one torture, before I began 
on another.

After all, the human body needs some recuperation time before it takes another, and 
another form of punishment and pain. This girl, like Tina and the rest of the cunts, had not an 
ounce of mercy, in their well-built bodies.

They were ruthless, and seemed to enjoy tremendously the punishment that they were 
inflicting on a helpless male. This made me more and more determined to revenge my honor, 
whatever was left of it after they were through with me.

With a few more final savage blows of the whip, a few more disgusting kicks to the kidney 
with her shoe, and several more jerks of the rubber dildo in and out of my ass, the girl who 
had been in charge for the last half hour or so, was finally done with her endeavors.

She dropped the whip by my side, pulled the rubber cock out of my ass, and in one big 
triumphant roar, began to laugh hysterically.

“How’d you like that fucker?” she asked me with a grin, not that I could answer her, in my 
totally helpless tied-up position.

“Up your fucking ass,” is what I said to her, of course it just came out as muffled sounds, 
really not sounding any different than my pleas for help.





CHAPTER FOUR


I had a very brief moment to pull myself together, and think about my escape and my 
revenge. I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to put any of my plans into effect, until I got at 
least some of my strength back.

I was going to have to get all of my strength back too. There was no way that I would be 
able to escape from these fucking bitches without full possession of all of my powers.

They were females all right, but they were powerful. They weren’t your ordinary\breed of 
cunt. Not only did they posses abnormal amounts of strength and endurance for females, but 
they were far more cunning than your average cunt.

They possessed a built-in energy that was unmistakably frightening. They had exhibited 
this over and over again during the course of the evening, and I knew that whatever I did to 
them, I had to do it carefully, and with a high degree of caution.

If I ever attempted an escape, and failed, they would surely beat the living shit out of me, 
even more furiously than they already had been doing.

I couldn’t risk aggravating them any more than they already were, knowing that if their 
vengeance increased to a higher level than it was already at, I didn’t know if I would be able to
take the retaliation that they would dish out.

Suddenly, Tina began to walk towards me, again with her sly grin. She was a striking 
woman, and under different circumstances, I could have even gone for her.

Of course in this instance, all I could feel for her was repulsion, and the ever-growing 
desire to get even with her for what she had been putting me through for the last four or five 
hours now.

She smiled at me, and examined my body, as if to check the damage to see how much 
more abuse I could take. Apparently she decided that I had some mileage left in me, because 
she began to untie me, and get me ready for the next humiliating facet of her little plan.

Another one of my own tie-up poles, in the far corner of the basement, rendered the poor 
person it was used on, in this case it was going to be me, completely helpless, as did most of 
my other tie-up devices.

It was a tall pole, with several steel rings for fastening located at strategic points up and 
down it. There was a small wooden platform in the middle, where one could sit there ass.

However, it was very narrow, and when all of the girls together hoisted me up on it, and 
began to fasten me to the pole, the weight of my own body forced me down onto the narrow 
slab of wood, and it started to rip up into my ass crack.

I wasn’t counting on this at all, and I don’t think that Tina was either. She showed visible 
signs of surprised delight as I began to cry out for mercy.

She had finally taken the leather pole out of my mouth, so that my sounds, although 
somewhat weak and meaningless, could nevertheless be heard more clearly than they had 
been previously.

I pleaded with her, in my own meek way, to release me and call an end to this torture. All 
that did was bring me a sharp slap across my bruised face, so I decided that any form of 
humane reasons were definitely out from then on.

She bound me with rope, pulling my knees up to my head, and attaching a rope through a
ring that was hooked to a leather band that was wound around my head.

My hands were tied behind my back, and I just hung there, unable to move, or do 
anything. Tina got down on her hands and knees right in front of me, and started playing with
her beautiful pussy, to tease me, and taunt me.

My cock sprang to attention, the first hard-on that I had had all evening. Although I was 
quite thoroughly tied up, there wasn’t too much pain involved, and seeing Tina and her sexy 
pussy, was too much for me.

I hated getting an erection, because that was just what she wanted. I would have liked to 
pretend that her sexy ways weren’t turning me on in the slightest, and I could have cared less 
if she was crouching in front of me half naked or not-but I couldn’t.

This aggravated me even more, but my hard-on stayed firm and strong. It stood out in 
front of me, and I think that Tina was quite surprised to find that it was a foot or more in 
length when excited.

Now I knew that she was a dyke, but she looked like she was eager to get a taste of my 
cock. In some ways I wanted her too, but in most ways, I didn’t want her to touch me.

But, as had been the case for the entire evening, ever since being drugged at the bar, I was
in no condition to declare what I wanted or what I didn’t want. It was going to be entirely up 
to Tina. She was running the show, and that was all there was to that! She started playing with
her pussy, as she continued to crouch down beneath me. I tried to turn my head, but the way 
that they had me tied up, that was impossible.

Of course, there was always closing my eyes, and pretending that I didn’t care if she was 
there or not, but that didn’t work either.

As soon as I tried shutting my eyes, I felt a swift hand slap me extremely hard right across 
my bound face.

“Look at my pussy you motherfucker,” Tina yelled out, obviously annoyed that I would 
dare turn away from her alluring body, in a form of obvious disrespect.

“Look fucker, look at what you will never be able to touch or taste. Look and eat your heart
out,” she cried mercilessly, as I sneered at her, deliberately letting her know just what I 
thought of her, which wasn’t very much at all.

She began to laugh uproariously, as she worked her own finger in and out of her cunt. She
looked’ like she was getting herself pretty worked up, and that in all probability, she was 
going to come at any moment.

In and out of her pussy her finger went, tickling her clit, and toying with her soaking wet 
cunt walls. She began to close her eyes and open them slowly, and moan louder and louder, 
sure signs that she was reaching orgasm.

Suddenly she did something that I had not expected in the least. My torrid pecker was still 
roaring hard, even though I didn’t want it to be, and she stuck her tongue out and licked the 
bulbous cock-head.

My prick jumped from the touch of her hot saliva-coated tongue, and throbbed with 
anticipation of what was to come. I had to admit, she was getting me really worked up.

I know that more than anything, I was delighted that she had finally stopped torturing me, 
and had started giving me some form of enjoyment.

As she began to tickle the tip of my cock with her tongue, it was as if she was giving my 
body her own energy. I slowly began to feel the drug let go of my nervous system, and my 
strength return.

Of course, I kept this feeling completely to myself. If I was to let on to them, while tied up 
the way I was, that I was getting my strength back, they surely would have clobbered me over 
the head, or done something equally as rash, to make sure that I wouldn’t escape.

I just kept quiet though, and enjoyed the tongue-job that Tina was beginning to give me. 
Perhaps it was just a coincidence that I started getting my strength back when she began to 
treat me nice, I don’t know. I really didn’t care, I was just happy that it was happening.

All the while she was toying with the tip of my enormous and still throbbing prick, she was 
jamming her finger in and out of her pussy at a savage pace.

I couldn’t understand why she hadn’t come yet, but thought that she must have a good 
control over her own orgasm. Why else could she withstand the enticing fingering she was 
giving her own sexual organ?

It was exciting to be able to watch her finger herself, at the same exact time that she was 
starting to blow me. I hated to admit it, but she was one sexy number.

Of course, this sudden turn of events, in no way lessened my thoughts of revenge. If 
anything, they heightened them. Shit, they could have had a pleasant evening with me all 
along. We could have modestly tortured one another, playing the type of roughhouse games 
that are mutually exciting to both partners, instead of the brutal one-sided display of sadism 
that had been bestowed upon my helpless body.

Yes, when I got all of my strength back, which by the way I was beginning to feel wasn’t 
going to be long at all, I would teach her a lesson that she would never forget. I just hoped 
that when I finally did get my hands on her, and her girlfriends, that I didn’t go totally crazy 
and kill them all.

The way that I felt inside of my .ravaged body and mind at that point, I thought that I 
could do just that, and walk away from it with a completely clear conscious, and not lose a 
night’s sleep over the entire affair.

That was all in the future though. I was still under their power, completely.

I hung there from the pole, while Tina went to work on my cock. I must say this for her, 
that for a lesbian, she sure knew her way around a man’s piece of meat.

She went at my cock as if she had been cocksucking for her entire life. But then, I thought 
to myself, I’ knew nothing about her. In all actuality, she could have been as straight as I was. 
After all, what was I doing in a gay girl’s bar? Perhaps she was in there for the same reason, 
some action, and was not a dyke at all. That would surely explain the great blow-job I was 
beginning to get from her eagerly sucking mouth.

She swirled her tongue all around the cock-head, getting it soaking wet with her own 
saliva. My prick was throbbing now, as it began to feel better and better.

I was amazed at how all of my aches and pains, that I had acquired at their mercy during 
the evening, began to disappear the longer and more arduously Tina went to work on my 
fully-erect love pole.

Soon, she had the whole cock-head in her hot mouth, and was sucking on it eagerly. In 
and out of her mouth it went, getting wetter, hotter, and much more excited with every intake
that she did.

She deliberately teased me, by not going down the entire shaft. She just toyed with the 
cock-head for the longest time, making it get redder and x redder, as the blood began to beat
up into it from my balls.

I started having that old lover’s nuts feeling, when it is overdo time for coming, but she 
didn’t let me come. I know that that was part of her torture plan.

She was going to make me beg her for an orgasm, beg her because I would be able to 
take her delicious sucking job no longer.

Actually, I was at that point right then. I could have come quite easily, but she wasn’t 
about to let me. She deliberately would ease up on her sucking, every time I started to quiver 
with the onslaught of my approaching orgasm.

She knew just when to take her mouth off my prick, and I began to realize that she was no 
dyke, or if she was one, she certainly had had a lot of experience in sucking men’s big cocks.

It was with expert deliberateness that she pulled her hot mouth off my prick at exactly the 
right time to stop me from coming.

What made this so especially frustrating, was she let me get so close each time before 
stopping. I would feel the come burning in my balls and begin shooting its way up my shaft, 
and then she would stop.

Distraught was how I began to feel as she continued her expert cocksucking routine. She 
had what it took all right, and she was putting it all to practice on me, her tied-up defenseless 
victim.

However, I could slowly but surely feel the strength returning to my arms and legs, and my
brain began to pick up with its thinking and reasoning.

She flung her sucking mouth all the way down to the bottom of my shaft now, sucking it 
all in, and keeping her tongue swirling about the shaft furiously.

She would start at the very tip of my cock, and while her tongue swirled round and round, 
and she sucked furiously on the firm membranes of my prick, she would descend, keeping her 
sucking technique going rapidly.

It was the best blow-job I had ever received, I must say that for her. Under any other 
circumstances, I would have made love to her for days for the way she blew me. But I couldn’t 
get the idea that it was Tina, the women whose direction had caused me so much pain for so 
long, and that thought stayed foremost in my mind, even above the fact that she was giving 
me great head.

Of course, she was fingering herself all of this time, and that sure added to keeping me 
very sexually excited.

I noticed that she was beginning to slow down her fingering, and even stop it every once 
in a while. It was obvious that she was very close to her own orgasm, and was just as ready to 
shoot her come as I was.

I wondered where all of this would end up, but I certainly hoped that she was going to let 
me coma It would be the unkindest cut of all, if she got me this excited, and then just left my 
throbbing cock hanging there, unattended to, unable to shoot forth its s pent-up love juices.

She was tearing into my pecker savagely now, her hot mouth squirting her own saliva all 
over my prick, getting and keeping it soaking wet.

I could feel the come burning more and more down in my balls, and knew that I wouldn’t 
be able to withstand this type of treatment too much longer, before having to release my 
pent-up come, and spew it out into her mouth, filling her face with its sweetness.

I wished that I could reach out and grab a hold of one of her titties and squeeze it, they 
looked so enormous. They were dangling way out in front of her, sometimes rubbing up 
against my leg, or even my thighs.

She was a sensual woman, there was no getting around that single fact. Everything she did
spoke of sensuality, and she had the body and the technique to back it all up.

She was some woman all right, and right now she was showing me what a great 
cocksucker she really was.

Suddenly she let my cock plop out of her mouth, but not out of her reach. She slid down 
underneath it, so that my huge shaft was resting on top of her face.

She seemed to be smelling the sweet aroma of my balls, as she rolled her face and tongue 
underneath the huge sacs of stored-up love juices.

She began to lick them, and this really drove me out of my mind. She would take first one 
of the gigantic sacs into her mouth, suck it menacingly, and then spit it out.

Then, without a moment’s delay, she would take the other ball into her mouth, and give it 
an equally good working over. She began to fly back and forth, first working over one ball, 
and then working over another.

Then, quite unexpectedly, and much to my surprise, she took both of my huge balls into 
her hot sucking saliva-ridden mouth at the same time.

A sudden pang of fear shot through me. I realized that if she so desired, she could really 
chomp down on my balls, and send me into fits of pain like I had never had before, but I was 
happy to find that she didn’t plan on doing anything like that at all.

She seemed quite happy to just suck away on my big balls, enjoying them, tossing them 
around in her hot sucking mouth, making them squirm about under her delicious sucking 
techniques.

She must have suddenly forgotten about not letting me come, or perhaps she wanted me 
to. In any case, I started coming and boy, did I ever shoot a gob of hot gooey love juice down 
into her still sucking throat.

More and more of my pent-up fluids flew out of my prick, and tore into her mouth cavity. 
She seemed quite surprised that I had come, especially in such great quantities, but I must say
this for her, she handled it very well.

She gulped down every last single drop of my orgasmic fluids, not letting even the tiniest 
particles of come fall onto the cold concrete floor of my dungeon.

My whole body began to quiver, as my cock emptied my system of my fluids. The girls, 
who had been gathering closer and closer as their mistress of pain and pleasure continued her
great blow-job, began to applaud, as they saw that I was finally coming, and Tina was sucking 
it in.

It was a highly erotic moment, one that I will never forget. The only thing that I forgot, for 
the moment at least, was the pain that I had been subjected to during the evening.

My orgasm was so delightful, so overpowering, that it took over my very being. I was 
caught up in the rapturous glory of a great release of come, and nothing, at that moment, 
mattered to me more.

Tina gagged somewhat as the last few drops of my hot juice flowed into her mouth, but 
still she kept on sucking and draining me dry.

It was as if every fiber of my body was being drained out through the tiny opening at the 
tip of my throbbing pecker.

Tina sucked and sucked, Until there was nothing more to take from me. I had given her a 
mouthful, and from the look on her face, she had enjoyed it.

Suddenly she began to finger herself even more savagely than she had already been 
doing. In and out of her own come-soaked pussy went her flying fingers, bringing herself to 
her own great orgasm.

I heard her scream out, as she started to shake all over. I knew that she was coming, and I 
knew that it was going to be one hell of an orgasm.

After all, it was her who had had all of the fun for the entire evening, and I realized that if I 
had been in her place, torturing a young girl hour after hour, that I would be more than ready 
to shoot a hot load of come.

That was just what Tina did, too. She spewed out gallons of gooey fluids, dripping them all
down over her still jabbing fingers, as she enjoyed her own great orgasm.

Her whole body was shaking so hard, it looked like she was going to strain something, but
she didn’t. She moaned louder and louder as her multiple orgasms continued, and the smile 
on her face got wider and wider with each new convulsion of her body and her pussy.

Soon, it was all over. She had gotten what she was after, and she seemed more than 
contented with the results of her endeavors.

She backed off from my cunt, and I could see the come from my own cock, oozing all over
her mouth. Her fingers were coated with her own come, and she was quite some picture 
indeed.

She stood up suddenly, and directed the girls to cut me down. She said that she was going
upstairs to shower and change, and that she would return in about a half hour.

She told the girls that they could do what they wanted with me until then.

This was the chance that I had been waiting for. My strength seemed like it was back 
almost to full strength now, the drug finally having worn off of my nervous system.

I decided that I wanted to surprise Tina. I wanted her to return to the dungeon, and find all
of her girls under my power. Yes, that would surely scare the fucking hell out of her, 
something I wanted to do, among a lot of other things that were quite a bit stronger.

Tina looked pretty exhausted, having given me quite a fucking blow-job. She walked out 
of the dungeon, looking over her shoulder to see that the girls had begun to cut me down as 
she had commanded.

She disappeared through the door at the top of the steps, and when I heard it close firmly 
behind her, I made my move. I knew that the soundproofing would keep her from hearing 
anything, and that if she was going to shower I would certainly have enough time to get the 
girls under my power.

The combination of my own great strength returning to me from the drug wearing off, 
plus the additional strength that I found myself possessing, attributed to the large amount of 
anger that had been building up inside of me all evening, made me feel like an amazon in 
strength.

I pretended to still be weak, while the girls cut me completely free from all of my bindings. 
That was a mistake on their part, but they had no idea that I was going to spring an attack on 
them.

I fell to the floor coyly, while they undid the last rope that had held my hands behind my 
back. They began chatting about what they would do with me during the half hour or so that 
they had me all to themselves Another big mistake that they made, was to all turn their backs 
on me at the same time. They walked over to one of my large supply tables, obviously getting 
some instruments of torture together to work me over with, while their mistress was upstairs 
cleaning up.

Suddenly I sprang to my feet, and rushed them. I think that the surprise of my sudden 
strength scared them into submission.

A couple of them just cowered against the wall, not wanting to tangle with me, seeing my 
bulging muscles ready for action, and knowing by the look on my face that I was out for 
nothing less than blood and destruction of human flesh!

A couple of them began to scream out at the top of their lungs, wanting Tina to come 
back and rescue them. But, it was to no avail. The cellar door was closed shut, and when that 
was the case, not a single peep could be heard from the upstairs part of my house.

I had made sure of that fact, knowing that there would be many times when I would not 
want anyone else to hear what was going on in my basement.

A couple of the girls tried to fight me off, but it was useless. I seemed to suddenly possess 
more strength than I had ever had in my life.

As a matter-of-fact, I thought at that time, that may very well be fighting for my life. I knew
that if my take-over was unsuccessful, and Tina found out that I had tried to escape, and hurt 
some of her girls in the interim, she surely would have killed me, or worse yet, kept me in my 
own dungeon as a prisoner of her torturous endeavors for a long time to come.

No, I knew that I had to become the boss of the dungeon and that was just what I did.

I smacked one of the girls hard across the face, and sent her flying up against the walls 
where she stayed in a cowered position, afraid to move, whimpering audibly.

Another girl rushed me, and I let my fist catch her right in the pit of her stomach, knocking
all of the wind out of her, and sending her to the floor, doubling over in pain and agony.

My face lit up as I saw the girls who had so mercilessly worked me over, begging for mercy
themselves. Of course, I had none to give.

Any amount of humane passion that had ever been inside of me, had been erased a long 
time ago, by these very girls, and their savage leader Tina.

I had no intentions of sparing any of them, especially Tina. It was my time for revenge, and
revenge was just what I was going to give them, but good.

After my vicious punching of two of the girls, the others realized that I wasn’t fooling 
around, and they all cowered together in the corner.

They looked at me with pleading looks in their eyes, but I didn’t give a good fuck. I felt like
knocking them around, and that was just what I did.

I tied them all together, so that they were as helpless as I had been the whole night, and 
then I started to just walk around them and smash their faces with the palm of my hand.

They screamed out at the top of their lungs, but that only increased my fury. After all, I 
thought to myself, why should I spare any of them any degree of mercy at all-after the way 
that they had treated me. I realized that some of them hadn’t actually done anything to me, 
other than to participate in the kick line in my fucking stomach that Tina originated, but none 
of them certainly came to my rescue, and spoke up against their leader. So therefore, all of 
them would now have to pay, and pay dearly.

They looked like a bunch of helpless chickens all tied up together, cowering, shaking, 
begging for mercy. I felt like the savage man out for revenge that I was. I don’t think any of 
them realized that their very lives were in danger, that was how pissed off I was.

I couldn’t wait until that Tina came back downstairs and saw her girls all tied up. Then I 
would have it out with her, and make her my sex slave.

After a few good slaps across the faces, in the stomachs, and especially some fancy 
butt-spanking, I decided to save my full fury for when Tina returned.

I sat down near the girls, telling them to shut their fucking mouths, or they would get 
another taste of my extra strong fists. They complied, and cowered quietly, awaiting my next 
move, and the return of their leader. I supposed that some of them probably thought that 
Tina would be able to take care of me, but they had never seen me in action. They had only 
seen me in a drugged helpless state.

Now I had my strength back, and that plus the fact that my anger had been building for 
hours and hours, added up to make me one hell of a super stud, ready and able to take on 
and conquer any corners.

Tina was going to be in for a surprise all right!





CHAPTER FIVE


The door opened to the cellar, and their was Tina. She looked unbelievably beautiful. She 
must have gone out to the van, because she had changed her outfit.

She was wearing a tight waistband made of jewels around her middle, that pushed her tits 
up and out. Her knockers were ordinarily huge, but with the extra up that the waistband gave 
her, they looked fucking gigantic.

She had on a headdress also, that was studded with jewels as well. She wore leather arm 
bands, carried a large leather bullwhip, wore high-heeled shoes, and carried a 
menacing-looking double-headed dildo.

She had apparently tired of my weapons of sadistic pleasure, and had gone to her van to 
get some of her own goodies. If she only knew that they would be shortly used against her, as
she had used mine against me, I was sure that she would have left them right where they 
were.

I had the girls tied up in a corner of the basement that could not be seen from the top of 
the cellar stairs. Tina could not see them, but I knew that she was probably wondering why it 
was so quiet.

I had quickly gagged all of them, so that they couldn’t utter a sound. I wanted to catch 
Tina by surprise; it was all part of my own plan of taking over her dominating ways, and using 
my dungeon for the purposes that it was originally intended-torturing women!

“Girls,” she yelled out, “where are you!” I looked at the helplessly bound females right next 
to me, just out of view of Tina.

They were all squirming about, but none of them could get free, or mutter any audible 
sound at all. I had tied them quite well, and made sure that they were completely under my 
control.

Tina ventured down the stairs, and just as she got to the bottom, I sprang out from under 
the steps, and grabbed a hold of her two gigantic knockers.

She tried to fight me off, but I held on to the bubbly mounds of flesh securely. I yanked at 
her nipples, and she screamed out at the top of her lungs in pain, while her girl friends 
squirmed on helplessly under my careful bondage.

I had Tina right by her big knockers, and she wasn’t going anywhere. She dropped the 
dildo and the whip, and tried to fight me off.

However, every time she made any sort of advance in that direction, I yanked on her huge 
nipples, and she had to stop because of the pain that I was causing her.

She finally conceded to my brute strength, and fell to the floor whimpering. I knew that I 
hadn’t hurt her really that bad, and figured that her cries were more because she knew that 
the tables were turned now, and that I was going to take over the reigns of torture.

I kicked her a few times while she was lying at my feet, and she began to beg for mercy. I 
kicked her even harder when she did, letting her clearly know that I was-going to give her the 
same type of mercy that she gave me-none whatsoever, no matter how much she begged.

From the looks on the rest of the girls faces, they were in shock. They obviously couldn’t 
believe that I had taken over as quickly and as effortlessly as I had, and they looked like they 
were now fearful of their lives, as I had been all fucking evening long.

My eyes opened wide with fury, and I started thinking about all of the things that the girls 
had done to me, and as the painful thoughts returned to my conscious mind, my fury 
heightened as well as my determination to teach these fucking girls, especially Tina, the real 
meaning of S&M playing around.

I grabbed some rope from the floor, and began to tie up Tina, the has-been head mistress 
of torture. All of the girls squirmed frantically, seeming to know that once their goddess was 
bound, it was all over.

They knew that their chances for freedom were quickly going down the drain, and with 
Tina bound securely, their chances were nil.

I began to laugh myself, relieved that I was now in control, and out of danger myself. It 
was a good feeling to have all of this alluring pussy-flesh at my beck and call, and I was going 
to take full advantage of the position which I had now worked myself into.

Tina didn’t even try to struggle as I gagged her and tied her up. She apparently knew that I
was too strong for her, and that she was now going to have to suffer the wrath of my personal
vengeance.

I thought that she must have been really afraid. After all, she had been merciless in her 
torture of my person, and had to really realize that I was the type of person who would take 
full fury in revenge.

I tied the ropes tightly to her arms, just about her elbows. This type of bondage, left the 
victim more helpless than if I had just tied her at the wrists.

With her elbows jammed tightly against her sides, she couldn’t move her arms at all. She 
was vulnerable as hell, and I knew that I could do with her what I pleased, and there wasn’t a 
fucking thing that she was going to be able to do to me in any form of retaliation.

I finally had the great lust goddess at my disposal, and was I ever going to take full 
advantage of the situation. It was coming to me, after all. I had put up with a lot of fucking 
abuse during the last few hours, and it was only fair that I now give them all a taste of their 
own medicine, starting with the head cunt, and working right on down, getting everyone of 
the other girls under my furious revenge as well!

I decided that since my cock was already getting hard again, with the mere thought of 
having all of that pussy at my disposal, I would humiliate Tina by fucking her in front of all of 
her subjects.

I tied her up to hooks on the floor, so that her legs were spread wide. I mounted her, and 
without any display of compassion whatsoever, I plunged my torrid foot-long cock deep into 
her cunt.

She screamed out as the big love pole tore into her pussy flesh. She was tight as hell, and I
figured that even though she gave a great blow-job, she hadn’t been fucked a lot, at least not 
by a cock.

Her pussy was like a vice on my cock, as it squeezed my huge shaft, while it pummeled in 
and out of her snatch.

I must admit, it was a great fuck. After I got barreling in and out of her, her pussy began to
let go with its own fluids, lubricating her cunt walls, and making my descent of prick become 
easier and easier.

It was as if her cunt was trying to squeeze the next batch of hot come right out of my 
prick, and that was a feeling that I fucking loved!

In and out of her I went, while she screamed out in protest, and her harem of helpless girls
squirmed, trying desperately to free themselves, in the hopes of saving their mistress from this
embarrassing domination by a man.

I know that this entry .into their mistress was disturbing the girls to no end. They tried 
desperately to free themselves from the strong bondage of my knotted ropes, but I was an 
expert at tying women up, and there was no way that any of them were going to get free-that 
is until I wanted them to, to play with them in my own deviant way.

I had always considered myself somewhat of a savage when it came to S&M play with 
women, but I was like a person who was possessed that night.

They had tortured me, and put me through unspeakable humiliation, and I wasn’t about to
take that lying down. Sure, they had me for a while, but now I was in control once again, and 
was going to make up for the time that was wasted while they were working me over.

I would surely show them what domination and disciple was all about.

I felt my cock begin to stiffen, as the excitement of Tina’s delightful pussy continued to 
grip the sides of my throbbing shaft.

I knew that in no time at all, I would be shooting another hot load of come-and this time it
would be into her pussy, and not into her mouth.

She had wanted my first load, and I had given it to her while tied up helplessly. But now, it 
was strictly under my control that I was going to have the orgasm, and that made quite a 
different situation out of it!

Suddenly my whole body began to stiffen, and I knew that it was time to shoot. I gave her 
several more very hard thrusts of my mighty cock, and sure enough, my orgasm began.

It was far more satisfying than the first one that I had had with her, and I’m sure that was 
because it was an orgasm that I initiated, and I was directing.

The first one was Tina’s, she had started it, and controlled it from erection to ejection. It 
had been good, but it couldn’t hold a candle compared to the way that I was feeling as my 
come spurted out of my throbbing pecker, and spewed into her pussy, filling her to the brim 
with my hot gooey substance.

She screamed out in agony. Of course, she couldn’t be in any real pain, not yet anyway. It 
was more a pain of humiliation than anything else.

I saw her occasionally glance over at her fellow prisoners, and I knew that it was their 
horrified looks that were really freaking her out.

She hated to be dominated by me like this, especially in front of them. It was degrading to 
her, especially since she was the one that had started this whole little episode, and had 
actually kidnapped and drugged me in the first place.

I think this special, private type of humiliation, added to the pleasure that I was feeling as I 
emptied my last few drops of come into her burning cunt.

As soon as the orgasm was over, I pulled out of her. I kicked her severely in her stomach, 
just to show tier who was boss. She screamed out in pain, and pleaded for me to release her, 
to untie the tight ropes that bound her elbows to her sides, and rendered her completely 
helpless.

I only laughed, as she had done to me every time I tried to even suggest mercy earlier in 
the evening. She was getting a taste of her own medicine now, and from an expert.

She was as much of a pro at being a dominating woman, as I was at being a dominating 
man. But this was my territory, my little self made dungeon, my weapons of torture, and 
what’s more, she had aggravated me beyond the point of reason.

I was like a wild animal with her, and for a moment thought that there would be no 
punishment that I could render any of them that would repay them for the degrading ritual 
that they had put me through during the past five hours or so.

I grabbed the whip that she had brought in from the van. It was a gigantic whip, even 
bigger than my largest. It looked like it was brand new, and I figured that she had gotten it so 
that she could try it out on me.

How shocked she must be now, to see my picking the whip up, and beginning to use it on 
her own body.

I was ruthless right from the start. I lashed out at her, catching her first right across her 
bare breasts. Her knockers were huge, and it was easy to hit them.

I didn’t have to hunt for the nipples, either. They were gigantic red circles, with huge 
spear-like protrusions coming up from the middle of them.

They were heaving up and down, and outward sign that she was still gasping from breath, 
under the kick that I had given me to the midsection.

I felt not the slightest bit sorry for her, and continued to lash her with the whip. I slapped 
her furiously across the breasts, and she began to get bright red welts all over her huge, and 
quite handsomely shaped boobies.

Again, but just for a moment, I wished that I had met her under different circumstances. I 
was convinced, that if things had been different, we could have made beautiful music 
together.

But, the way thing were now, all I felt for her was disgust. And the only emotion that was 
continuing to swell inside of me, was that of revenge.

I had to pay her back for what she did to me. She had some hell of a nerve, bringing me 
home, after drugging me against my will, and practically killing me in my own basement.

She was going to have to pay for that, and pay for it dearly. Not only would I knock the 
living shit out of her, but I was also going to work over her girls, and right in front of her eyes 
as well.

I had sensed the strong binds that tied these girls together, right from the onset of the 
evening. It was like they had an unspoken pact of trust and loyalty, a strong devotion to one 
another.

Hitting one of them, in front of the others, was probably the worst form of humiliation I 
could bestow on them, and I was going to do it with relish, and a vengeance that I had never 
possessed before.

I could feel the fury raging inside of me. Every time I hit her with the whip, it was as if it 
just wasn’t hard enough, brutal enough, or savage enough.

I had to scar her for life, I thought to myself, as I began to hit her lower and lower in her 
front. It wasn’t enough to just cause her pain, no, I had to leave her with some marks that 
would remind her of the terrible mistake she made with me, and prevent her from ever trying 
something like this again with another unsuspecting male.

She began to squirm about on the cold concrete floor, and made it somewhat difficult to 
hit her exactly where I wanted to. I had in mind to systematically, lash every square inch of her 
fucking well-built body.

So, I tied her wrists to two ropes, and tied the ropes to two screws that were imbedded in 
the cement of the floor, the same two screws that had earlier been used to hold me down 
while they worked me over.

She was now unable to move in any direction. She was lying on her back, her feet spread 
wide, her arms tied behind her, and her wrists bolted to the floor.

It was almost pathetic how helpless she was now, and I loved it With a fury in my eyes, and
vengeance in my heart, I began to lash her again.

She screamed and screamed through her gagged mouth, but it was to no avail.

Nothing was going to stop me now, nothing. I had made up my mind to teach her and her
friends a lesson that they would never forget and there wasn’t any amount of screaming or 
begging that would sway my decision in the slightest.

I started up at her neck again, and began to lash at her with her own huge bullwhip. The 
cracking of the leather as it hit her flesh, excited the hell out of me, and drove her girl friends 
wild with the desire for escape.

They were trying desperately to come to their sex mistress’s aid, but it was in vain. I made 
sure that they wouldn’t get out of the bindings that I had placed them under.

After all, I certainly didn’t want the tables to reverse and once again find myself under their
power as I had been all night.

No, from here on in, it was going to be me that was in charge, me and me alone who 
would determine who got what punishment, and to what extent.

I lashed out at her breasts again, crisscrossing the two mounds of pleasurable flesh with 
the tip of the bullwhip. I knew that if the gag was not securely in Tina’s mouth, her screams 
would have rocked the dungeon.

Her nipples and foremost part of her titties began to bleed somewhat, and that only 
heightened my desire to knock more and more sense into her ravaged body.

I was really enjoying the pummeling I was giving her to no end. The harder I lashed her, 
the harder I wanted to. It was a vicious circle, but one which I was controlling, and was having 
great fun administering.

I decided that I would slash her pussy. I knew that this was dangerous, and there was 
possibility that I would injure her for life, but the vengeance that I sought was in complete 
control of my being, and I couldn’t stop myself-not that I really wanted to anyway!

I whipped her pussy, and she tightened every finger in her body from the pain. The girls 
squirmed especially hard, trying desperately to free themselves and come to her aid, but they 
were all helpless. I had made sure of it, and was taking full advantage of the present situation.

I lashed her pussy relentlessly, over and over again with the tip of the flailing bullwhip. It 
searched against her pubic hairs, and caught the entrance to her love hole square on.

I knew that the pain must be unbearable, but thought that it couldn’t be any worse than 
some of the horrendous tortures that they had all put me through so willingly, so savagely 
and so mercilessly earlier that same evening.

So, I continued to work her over. I let the tip of the bullwhip slash all the way down her 
legs, cutting up the milk-white tender flesh severely.

Then, once down at the feet, I began to work my way back up again, paying special 
attention to the cunt area, the mid stomach, and also those glorious knockers of hers.

Her body looked a mess, from all of the whipping that I had been administering to her. 
But, the more bruised she looked, the bloodier her pure white skin became, the more of a 
savage I became.

Over and over again, her own bullwhip lashed out to her tender body, covering every inch 
of her skin, whipping every pore of her senses.

Finally, because my arm was getting tired and for no other reason at all, I ended the 
beating, with a couple of particularly hard lashes against her titties, and one savage one right 
up the middle of her blood-stained pussy.

She had a look on her face, that could only be described as. a girl who felt like she was 
living hell. That was just what I wanted for her, too.

I wanted her to suffer more than she could have ever imagined was possible, and then I 
wanted her to suffer some more. I was crazed with the lust for revenge, and no one or nothing
was going to stop me from getting the satisfaction that I had waited all evening to obtain.

“What do you think of your leader now girls?” I said to the tied-up group of lovely 
girlfriends of Tina’s, as I poked Tina with the blunt end of the bullwhip, and laughed out 
loudly, as they had all enjoyed doing to me all night long.

They all squirmed frightfully hard, apparently afraid that they were going to be the next 
victims of my savage attack. They were right, too.

I had big plans for Tina before the evening was over, and didn’t want to beat her into 
unconsciousness, at least not yet. I wanted her awake to see what I was going to do to her 
friends, as well.

One at a time, I got the girls untied, and into the new position of torture that I had 
planned for them.

Usually, I never had more than one or two girls down in my torture dungeon at the same 
time. But now, having this whole group to work with, was pure delight.

I was going to be able to try out some of the multiple devices, that were only devised and 
prepared for several chicks, and which up until that time, had just sat idly by, waiting for the 
right opportunity.

One girl, the one with the biggest knockers, I positioned at the end of one of the benches. 
I bound her arms in a very awkward position, so that her wrists were running up along the 
sides of her protruding gigantic knockers.

Her feet were then tied to the bottom of the wedge of wood that made up the torture 
table, so that she was helpless to move in any direction.

Next, I took the second girl, and put a wedge of leather piping behind her back, through 
her arms up over it, tied her wrists with wire around the breasts as well, and placed her so that
her mouth was right up into the crotch of the first girl.

I stood back and looked at them, and was pleased at the picture of lustful domination that
I was creating, right before my very eyes.

Next, I slid up one of the other tables that I had prepared. On it was a steel wheel that had 
tiny spokes, with little burs on the end of each one.

I slid the table up behind the second girl, so that the spokes were right up into her ass 
crack. The wheel was attached to a small battery operated motor, and I turned it on.

The girl lunged forward, but there was no place for her to go except right smack into the 
cunt of the first girl. It was quite a sight, and I began laughing loudly.

Tina was squirming frantically on the floor, obviously trying to free herself so that she 
could come to the aid of her fellow partners, but it was to no avail. I had left her tied securely 
to the floor, and she wasn’t going anywhere. That was just the way I wanted it, for I wanted 
her to witness every gory detail that I was going to do to her friends. That was something I 
was going to enjoy, almost more than doing it to the girls themselves.

As the wheel spun around, it sent the bristly burs flying up into the tender ass crack of the 
second girl, and she must have been in great pain.

I had tested the wheel myself, just slightly, when I had first bought it. The slightest touch 
of the burs against a person’s skin caused a great deal of excruciating pain and discomfort. I 
loved every second of it.

This wasn’t enough for this second girl however, because I remember her as the one who 
had kicked me particularly hard during that little punting game with my stomach that Tina 
had initiated.

I tied two thin wires around her nipples, and attached them behind the legs of the first girl,
who was squirming herself, trying desperately to break free from this horrid puzzle of flesh 
that I was creating, using various parts of their battered bodies as the pieces, and fitting them 
together in the cruelest manner I could dream up.

Every time the wheel would buzz around, the second girl would lurch forward, sending her
face into the first girl’s pussy.

This would cause the first girl to back up, which in turn would yank the nipples practically 
off the second girl’s body. It was heaven to watch, and I was getting a great charge out of the 
whole thing.

I decided that it was time to add a third girl to my little flesh puzzle, and I picked the tall 
brunette, with the big knockers to become the third piece in the entanglement of bruised 
flesh.

She tried to resist me when I chose her, and I slapped her firmly against her breasts, 
reminding her who was in control at present, and that if she knew what was good for her, she 
would go along with whatever I did. I guess that the message got across to her, because she 
quieted down, and began to cooperate as I got her positioned exactly where I wanted her.

I placed her directly on top of the second girl, in a standing position, and tied her feet to 
those of the first girls.

Of course this wasn’t much of a torture for the third girl, so I decided to get her tits 
involved in the same thing that I had done to the first two.

With the exact same type of thin wires, I tied up her huge pink nipples, slid the wires 
underneath the leather rod that was binding the second girl’s arms, and attached them to the 
wires that were coming from the first girl’s tits.

Needless to say, when the second girl jumped every time the wheel spun around, sending 
the prickly burs up into her sensitive anal canal, she caused both sets of knockers from the 
other two girls to be pulled cruelly forward.

I was proud of myself at this display of entangled flesh. Wherever you turned, there was 
pain being exhibited, and I loved it.

It was better than any porn movie that I had ever seen, that was for sure. Actually, it was 
even better than anything that I had imagined in my hot little mind while jerking off, and you 
know how carried away fantasies like that could become.

I felt my cock, which had just shot its load twice in the past hour, start hardening again, 
ready for more action. The sights before my eyes were so stimulating, that I wanted to come 
all over again.

I stood back and looked at the three girls in their bound and torturous positions. They all 
had great looks of pain on their faces, which of course, made me all the more excited and 
turned on.

What was so great about this little set-up, was that I could get them all into painful things 
just by turning on the little switch that started the prickly bur-wheel spinning.

That would always set off the same chain reaction. I knew that the girl in the middle didn’t 
want to hurt her friend’s nipples, but when the burs flew up into her ass, she just jumped by 
reflex, which caused the four nipples to pull away from the other two girls’ bodies.

It was delightful to watch, and I was loving it. I turned on the switch, watched the whole 
succession take place, shut it off for a second, so that they could think about the pain they 
had just received and the pain that they were going to get, and then I would turn it on all over
again, causing the exact same sequence to occur.

I really wish that I had a movie camera at that time, so that I could forever capture of film 
the horrifying look on the pained-girls faces, as this little game continued on, over and over 
again.

I realized that there was one girl left, and with a little careful manipulation, I was sure that I
would work her into the torture puzzle of human flesh.

I thought for a few long seconds, and then went over and pulled her up from the corner 
where she was covering. I think she thought she was going to be spared from this particular 
endeavor of torture, because she looked quite surprised when I went for her.

But, having seen all that had transpired up to that point, she must have realized that to 
resist me, would only mean more unwarranted pain brought on herself, and she came with me
freely.

My cock was throbbing wildly, and standing out in front of my naked body, as I prepared 
to join the fourth girl to the agonizing triangle of flesh that I had already put together in my 
wicked way.





CHAPTER SIX


The fourth girl had a horrified look on her face, as I led her over to the other three girls, who 
were still suffering an incredible amount of pain from my torturous devices.

She was quivering, as I brought her up to the two tables. I decided, that I wanted to test 
the burs on a pussy and since she was the one left, she was the one that was going to have to 
bear it for my pleasure.

I stopped the wheel from spinning, and stood her up over it. I tied her legs securely with 
leather and iron braces to the bottom of the table. To make sure that she couldn’t move 
anywhere, I also tied a wire form her leather stockings, back into the top of the table.

As an extra little bonus, I tied her arms behind her back, and her thumbs, with wire, to her 
own nipples. This was particularly humiliating and degrading, because every time she tied to 
move in any direction at all, she would pull her own nipples, self inflicting a great deal of pain 
of her own person.

I laughed as I rigged her up, preparing her to join the other three in my little flesh puzzle.

I placed her so that her pussy was right over the burs and she screamed out as I pushed 
her into position, and I hadn’t even started the wheel spinning yet.

I realized that it must be a lot more painful to the pussy, than it was to the ass, like in the 
second girl’s case. I was very proud of my ingenious devices, and clever positioning of the girls
to get the full advantage out of their torturous ways.

I quickly looked at Tina “Watch this cunt,” I said to her, as I turned on the switch once 
more, sending the spinning bur-wheel flying around rapidly.

As I had thought, all four girls reacted to the mutually inflicted, and in the fourth girl’s case
self-inflicted pain that the little charade caused.

I looked at Tina again, and she continued to try to escape. I laughed and laughed at her, as
I let the wheel continue to spin around, causing all of the girls more pain than I was sure any 
of them had ever imagined possible.

I sat on the floor, right next to the two tables, and watched on as the four girls suffered 
the consequences of my folly.

It was with a great deal of pleasure that I let the wheel spin. Then, I discovered something 
that I hadn’t known before, and that was that the wheel had a speed dial.

I had purchased it, and hadn’t used it in this manner as yet, so didn’t know all about it. I 
was surprised that I had overlooked such an important facet of the torturous advice, but was 
happy that I had now, at least, seen it, and could use it.

I saw that the dial was set on one, and it went all the way up to ten. Shit, I thought to 
myself, these girls haven’t even begun to suffer yet.

They were all busy with their screaming, and squirming to see me reach for the knob. 
Suddenly, I shot the dial all the way up to ten.

The motor roared, as the spinning wheel of pricking burs flew around so fast that I 
couldn’t see it, and sent all of the girls into a frenzy of horror and pain.

Tina screamed out. Of course, she was still gagged securely, and it only came out muffled, 
but I could tell that she was practically feeling the pain herself, along with her girlfriends.

That was just what I wanted, and I looked at her and laughed right in her face.

“Maybe now you will learn not to fool around in a field where you are only a novice,” I said
to her, as she glared at me.

If looks could kill, I would not be living to tell about this story now. She sent piercing looks
of hatred and disgust right through my body, and it sent a chill up and down my spine.

I knew that I had the situation well under control thought, so in a few seconds, after I got 
over her almost inhuman look of hatred, I set about deciding what to do with her.

I suddenly remembered, that I had received a shipment the night before, and since I had 
to rush out on a business appointment, I didn’t even have a chance to look at the parcel. I had
merely put it in the basement, knowing that it was some new torture device that I had sent for,
without even checking to see which one it was.

This was not unusual, seeing as I was in the process constantly of enlarging and improving
my torture dungeon. There were new devices coming in the mail all the time, and the day 
before had been no exception.

I had been expecting two things, and as I went over to the room where I stored it, just off 
the main part of the dungeon, I was praying that it would be a certain item that I knew would 
be perfect to try out on Tina.

My cock was throbbing with anticipation as I tore into the supply closet, and ripped open 
the parcel. Sure enough, it was the torture wheel that I had sent for.

Actually, it was a very simple little gadget, and I could assemble it myself in a matter of 
minutes.

It consisted of a large block of wood, which had a hole right in the middle of it. Through 
the hole, on one end, was a long steel stake, with spear-like pieces of steel sticking up all over 
it. On the end of it was a wooden crank, that went through the hole and allowed the operator 
to turn it from the other side.

My heart was beating, as I quickly assembled the torturous new device, and prepared my 
senses for the moment when vivacious Tina would be strapped to it, having the prickly spears 
slide in and out of her cunt.

Yes, that was going to be a torture fit for a queen. Who better to try my new device out on,
than the person who had caused me so much pain during the evening. Yes, Tina was the 
perfect one.

I thought to myself that I couldn’t have had a better woman to experiment with the new 
toy on, if I had sent for her in the mail ‘along with the weapon itself.

I had been so busy assembling the little monstrous weapon, and had been so excited 
about the thought of using it, that I had forgotten all about Tina for the moment.

I glanced over at her, and realized that she had been watching me all along. She was still 
laying desperately to escape, and was looking at first me, and then the device, knowing damn 
well that she was going to be the guinea pig who was going to have to try it out for me.

She had a look of fright in her eyes, a look that I as yet, had not seen. Before, she had 
looks of hatred, pain, and various assorted looks of anguish and disgust.

But the intense look that now courted over her pretty but battered face, was strictly a look 
of pure, one-hundred pert it old-fashioned fear.

I loved it.

At last I had her where I wanted her. I had something that made her frightened. The queen
of domination, the queen of pain, was now really and truly being afraid of getting hurt herself 
and I couldn’t have asked for a better reaction than the one she was giving me.

She watched me as I made the last few adjustments in setting up the new device, and gave
the handle a few quick turns to see if it was working properly.

The steel stake with the steel spurs, spun around and around, but stuck ,‘and squeaked 
just a little. I went back into the supply closet, and came out with a can of oil that I kept 
around for just such emergencies. I oiled the joints near the hole, and tried it again.

This time it spun around effortlessly, as it should. I could even spin it about with one hand,
and I thought that this was good because I would be able to jerk off while torturing her, if I 
felt like it.

I had a strong feeling that I would feel like it very much indeed.

With fury and vengeance in my eyes, I then sauntered over to Tina “Guess what love, it is 
your turn for fun and games,” I said boyishly, sarcastically, but with an underlying tone of 
hatred and anxiety, which was unmistakable.

Tina continued to fruitlessly try and escape. I would have thought that she would have 
learned that she wasn’t going anywhere now but where I wanted her to, but I guess that sight 
of the vengeful menacing-looking weapon that I had assembled right before her very eyes, 
was frightening her tremendously, and causing her to try and free herself all the same.

“Now that’s silly love, you aren’t going anywhere, and you know it. Oh, excuse me. I made 
an incorrect statement. You are going somewhere, and that is over her to try my new little 
pleasure wheel. Now won’t that be fun?”

She glared at me with a hatred in her eyes that I have never seen before. If I didn’t feel so 
completely in control of the entire situation, I would have almost been frightened at the 
horrifying look she laid on me.

But, I knew that I did have things under control, completely under control.

Before releasing her, I turned off the spinning bur-wheel that had been self-torturing the 
other four decuples of Tina, while I was busy preparing the special treat for the mistress of 
pain, Tina herself.

The girls cried out with relief when the wheel went off, thankful that, at least for the 
moment, they would not have to suffer the horrendous torture that my little flesh-puzzle and 
burr-wheel had unwantedly created for them.

They all seemed to slouch over, just slightly, relaxing as best they could in their still tied-up
position, enjoying their moment’s breather from the pain and humiliation that I had so 
enjoyably put them through.

I walked over to Tina. “Now girls,” I said, turning to the four of them, “I want you to watch 
your boss as she has consented to try out a new toy of mine. I hope that you all enjoy 
watching her work out on it, as much as I do.”

The girls had frightened looks on their faces, but not one of them made the slightest 
movement, or even facial expression, that suggested that they wanted to come to Tina’s aid.

Obviously, they had all learned their lesson, and had decided that it was every girl for 
herself. They didn’t want to risk the chance that I would substitute one of them for Tina in my 
little tryout of the new toy.

Tina looked furious as she saw the obvious lack of moral support that the girls began to 
display, and kicked all the harder.

“Now listen Tina,” I said, “if you make the slightest attempt at doing anything other than 
what I tell you, or going anywhere other than where I point and position you, I swear I will tie 
you up, and light your pussy on fire with a blow torch that I have in the store room.”

I don’t know if I meant that or not, but I was sure that the mere suggestion of fire on the 
pussy, would certainly make Tina do as I told her, and I was right-it worked like a charm.

I undid her bindings, and she quickly walked over to the wheel, almost willing helping get 
herself onto it. Fire is something that no one would want to risk having happen to them, not 
even this goddess of pain and pleasure, Tina herself!!!

I pushed her over to my wheel, although she was going quite by her own free will. My cock
throbbed as I anticipated what was about to happen, and also I was excited at the fact that it 
was obvious now, more than ever, than I had Tina, and the rest of the girls, completely under 
my power, to do with as I so desired which in reality, was just what I had been doing, and what
I was now going to do even more to and Tina herself.

“Straddle that bar,” I yelled at her, and she obeyed. I wanted to hear her screams, and I 
wanted the rest of the girls to hear them also, so I deliberately left off her mouth gag.

However, once she was positioned over the wheel, I bound her leather encased legs 
together securely, with a piece of black leather thong, squeezing and pulling it so tight that 
her pussy must have been almost completely closed.

I knew that this was important, if I wanted the pain to be at its fullest peak when I began 
to circle the wheel. I had a special two-bar brace, that I had used before, and now used again 
on Tina.

It worked very well, and rendered her helpless. It had handcuff-type steel braces, attached 
to two poles, which were, in turn, attached to one another.

I slipped her arms down through them, and locked them tightly shut She couldn’t move 
any part of her body now, and was at my total disposal. My cock throbbed unbelievably, as I 
stepped behind the wooden slab of wood, and started to turn the handle.

At the first slightest turn, Tina screamed out in agony. I was glad that I had kept her 
mouth-gag off during this little episode in domination, because I really loved to hear her 
scream. She had a high-pitched voice, and her yells echoed against the cold brick of the 
dungeon wall.

I turned it very slowly at first, wanting to give her just a taste of what was to come. I looked
over at the other girls as I began, still tied up in the same position where I had left them all, 
and they were speechless.

They had a look of horror on their faces, and two of the girls had their mouths wide open, 
but they weren’t making the slightest effort to get freed from their bindings and come to the 
rescue of their mistress.

Why should they? They knew far too well that any attempt along those lines would surely 
result in me putting them on the steel torture wheel, instead of Tina, and that was something 
that none of them wanted to chance.

Slowly I turned’ the wheel, and I could clearly see the spikes start tearing into Tina’s pussy. 
They weren’t razor sharp, so they didn’t actually cut the skin. But they scraped the skin 
mercilessly, tearing away at the flesh, and bruising her pussy to smithereens.

I loved what I was doing to Tina. Now, perhaps she would know better than to try a stunt 
like she had pulled tonight on some unsuspecting male.

Round and round the handle went, under my own pleasure power. With each revolution of
the handle, Tina’s screams increased not only in loudness, but in the depth of her agony.

My cock was throbbing, as I watched the spikes tear her pussy apart. I could almost feel 
the pain that I was rendering. It was so brutally obvious.

“Like it, love?” I said to her, but she said not a word in return. I figured that she, too, had 
learned her lesson by now, and had no intention of calling me any names, or speaking in any 
way badly about or to me. She was helpless under my power, and she now realized that all too
clear.

She was tied so that she couldn’t move in any direction even if she had wanted to. She was
totally helpless, just the way I wanted her to be, and the way that I enjoyed her, as well as all 
other women, the best.

I loved my sadistic qualities, and wouldn’t have changed where my head was at for 
anything. There was nothing like a good old-fashioned torture session, especially now that I 
could do it in my own basement.

When I was extremely young, and first started developing as a man with great physical 
prowess, I used to jerk myself into orgasm three or four times a day.

Every time I had this self-delighting sexual episode, I would fantasize about the old days, 
when knights and kings would have their own private torture dungeons.

I know damn well, that it wasn’t just for misbehaving that fair maidens were sent down 
there, and put through the same types of things that I was doing now. It was mainly for the 
master’s own sexual delight that they were tortured mercilessly, and that was the same reason
that I was doing it now in my own private little torture dungeon.

I thought of friends of mine, who led very dull sexual lives, and felt sorry for their boring 
existence. They would tell me stories about their latest mundane conquests, just going home 
and fucking some chick that they picked up off the street or in a bar.

Of course, I would never tell any of them, or anyone for that matter, just where my own 
pleasures lay. I knew that if a friend that I had confided in ever turned against me, and 
decided to blackmail me, or just plain get me in a hell of a lot of trouble, it wouldn’t be hard at
all.

I knew what I was doing was certainly against some law, although I didn’t think that it 
should be, and I would hate to have to lose my little dungeon.

Besides, most of the girls that I brought down there wanted to come. There are a lot of 
girls that are really into receiving punishment at the hands of a learned master, and relish in 
the agonies that I can give them.

I had never had any complaints from any of the girls that I had brought into my cellar. All 
of them had left quite thrilled with the tortures I had bestowed upon them.

Of course this case, at present, was completely different. I didn’t bring these girls down 
here, they literally brought me, and made the mistake of letting me gain control after 
torturing me ruthlessly.

Naturally, what other course did I have open, but to retaliate, and teach them all one hell 
of a lesson. I was convinced that none of them would go to the authorities.

After all, how could they possibly explain their presence in my cellar? They would’ have to 
let the authorities know that they had come there of their own free will, and I could always say
that I just had to retaliate to save my life.

The scars and bruises that covered my body from head to foot would bear witness to the 
fact that the girls had really worked me over long before I touched any of them.

It was kind of even Steven, I thought to myself. The girls were only getting what they 
deserved, what they asked for. What was the harm in that?

I was delighted with my present position, as I began to increase the speed with which I 
turned the wheel. Tina’s screams were becoming quite horror-like, as the spikes tore apart her 
pussy.

Whatever the outcome of this little adventure with Tina and the girls, I knew that Tina 
would not be able to fuck, or for that matter shove anything at all up her pussy for a long time
t<”> come.

That delighted me, too! I loved the powerful feeling that had come over me since I took 
over possession of these poor girls. It was great!

I decided that the time had come to really let Tina feel the full vengeance of my new 
torture boy. I started to spin the wheel around rapidly.

The greasing of the joints that I had done before we started, let the wheel slip effortlessly 
around. Of course it snagged somewhat on her pussy, but that didn’t stop it at all.

It was designed for just such use, and I found that it was living up to the manufacturer’s 
promise of excellent functioning ability.

Round and round the wheel spun, and Tina’s screams again almost doubled in loudness, 
and horror. She was really feeling the wrath of fury that I was letting go on her, with the help 
of my torture aid, and I loved it.

She would know better than to fool with me again, that was one thing I was convinced of. I
was showing her what torture was all about.

I wondered what was running through her mind, if anything could go through her mind 
considering the pain that she must be in.

Suddenly I saw that her knees were beginning to bend, and that she was slipping. I didn’t 
want to knock her out, just get her close to unconsciousness with the pain I was dishing out at
her.

I realized that that point must have been reached. I saw her eyes close, and knew that she 
was about to pass out from the agonizing feeling of the spikes driving relentlessly up into her 
pussy.

My cock had been about ready to shoot all this time, even though it had already had more
than its share of coming earlier in the evening.

Not wanting to take her off the wheel before I got a good orgasm out of the whole thing, I
started flogging myself off.

I couldn’t help but laugh and jeer at her, and saying all kinds of obscenities as I did it. This 
seemed to add to the delight that I was feeling from causing her such misery, while I myself 
enjoyed it to the hilt.

It didn’t take long at all for me to come. The sight was wilder than anything that I had ever
imagined in my wildest sexual fantasies of domination and torture, and in just a few seconds, I
began to orgasm. Huge wads of my pent-up love juices squirted out of the tiny opening at 
the head of the throbbing cock head of my sensitive, and extremely large penis.

The come shot so far, I surprised myself. It went halfway across the room, and one of the 
spurts even splashed into the body of the girl on the end of the torture table, covering one of 
her tits with the hot, white substance.

The girl made not the slightest motion as the come hit her, knowing better than to 
respond negatively to anything that I did.

She merely blinked a little bit as the come sprayed her, and that was all.

As the last drops of come shot furiously out of the end of my dick, I stopped spinning the 
wheel, and I think that it was just in time.

Tina looked like she couldn’t handle another minute of the horrendous torture. She was a 
strong girl, but this wheel was just too much.

She sighed slightly as I stopped turning the handle, and the spikes stopped slashing at her
pussy. It was a sigh of relief.

Of course, I had other things in store for her, but for now, I would let her get a slight rest. 
After all, if she wasn’t strong enough to scream out in agony, what was the sense in torturing 
her?





CHAPTER SEVEN


Tina was too weak to walk when I cut her off the torture spoke, so I dragged her over to one 
of the corners of the dungeons.

Her pussy looked like it had been run over by a Mac truck. It was all battered and bruised, 
and the skin was practically scraped off.

Her clit was throbbing, and all swollen. Her cunt lips were ripped apart. It was a delightful 
sight, and I was glad that I had such an enticing female to try my new gadget out on. Yes, she 
had been a good victim, and for that, I was somewhat thankful.

She started to sob uncontrollably when I dumped her in a heap in the corner. However, I 
didn’t feel the slightest bit sorry for her.

After all, had she felt sorry for me when she had worked me over so cruelly earlier in the 
evening? No, not a bit. And who had directed all of the tortures? Her!

Sure, the other girls had done most of the work, but it was always under her careful 
scrutiny, and definitely at her command. I thought that she had only received what she had 
deserved. Nothing more!

I must say that I had, and still have, an unquenchable thirst for sexual activity. After all that 
had transpired over the last six or seven hours, and even though it was well into the early 
hours of the morning, I hadn’t had enough.

This was not unusual for me. I wanted more, and I wanted it right then and there. It was 
obvious that Tina was out of commission, at least for the present, so I returned my attention 
to the four girls I had left tied up on the torture tables.

I undid all of their fastenings, and they fell to the cement floor, rubbing their bruised and 
battered bodies, especially their pussies, asses and nipples.

All of them had gotten quite a going-over, and looked like they were probably sore as hell.
The nipples of the girls that had had the tires tied to them, were extended way out from their 
huge throbbing breasts, and looked like they were a bright red.

“How are your tits, girls?” I said to the little group, in the most sarcastic voice I could 
muster.

Automatically, almost as a reflex action, and without muttering a single sound, they 
covered their breasts with their palms, as if to say please, please leave my titties alone. They 
have had enough torture for one night.

I just laughed at this gesture of protection. After all, I was in charge here, and I would do 
what I wanted with them. If my fancy called for some more tit-pulling, then they certainly 
weren’t going to discourage me by merely covering them up.

But then, what else could they do? They knew that they were helpless, so I guess it was just
a little gesture for mercy.

I thought about it for a moment, and decided that I had had enough tit excitement for the
present. However, the anal area was something which I hadn’t yet explored the way that I 
wanted to, and a new spark of excitement lurked into my brain, giving me further ideas for 
more torture-fun.

I chose two of the girls, by process of elimination. I made all four of them stand up, and 
turn around. I examined their asses quite carefully, trying to decide which ones looked the 
most tempting for sexual folly.

All of them were enticing, and I had to make my final decision by a series of spankings. I 
started slamming my open palms into their firm buttocks, finding out which ones felt the 
nicest to my touch.

I narrowed my choice down to three, and then down to two. The two girls I picked, the tall,
brunette girl with the incredibly big knockers, and the shapely redheaded girl who had led the
kicking of my stomach several hours earlier, were both distraught that they had been picked.

They knew that they had been signalled out for more torture, and they were scared. They 
knew damn well that I was capable of just about any form of self-pleasure, at their expense, 
and I was sure they were fearful of what I was going to do to them.

I knew just what I was going to do with these two girls, and if their asses were used to anal
intercourse, I suppose it wouldn’t be too bad for them.

I took the first girl, and hoisted her high up in the air, after tying her up securely, of course,
so that she was dangling about three feet off the floor.

The other girl, I tied up with handcuffs and wire, and placed her right underneath her 
suspended friend. They were both scared, that was obvious from the looks on their faces.

But they had learned to do as I say. It was almost like they were little puppies, they had 
become so obedient to my every whim and wish.

Tina just shrunk in the corner, trying the best she could to self-mend her wounded pussy. I
saw her rubbing her own saliva into her scraped and chafed skin, trying to ease the agony that
she must have been feeling from the turning spike wheel.

From the look that still remained on her face, she wasn’t being too successful in easing the
pain. Her eyebrows were turned up in a scornful position, and I figured that she must still be 
hurting pretty bad.

Again, that made me just fucking great!

I returned my attention to the matter at hand. I grabbed the double-headed dildo, the one
that Tina had been kind enough to bring in from her van.

I had all different kinds of dildoes, and other assorted paraphernalia to shove up a 
woman’s ass or pussy, but as yet I had not added a double-headed dildo to my rather 
thorough collection. I was thankful to Tina for supplying me with it, and making my next little 
torture adventure possible.

“Thank Mommy, girls, for supplying me with this,” I said to the two girls who were going to
be my next victims. “Actually, it was this object that gave me the idea. Wasn’t that nice of your 
friend Tina?”

I laughed mockingly, and glanced over in Tina’s direction. There was no response. She was 
still too busy trying to heal her own body, to worry about her friends any more. Besides, she 
knew now, as they had all learned earlier, it was definitely going to be every girl for herself 
when it came to dealing with my wrath of vengeance.

The double-headed dildo was gigantic, having a cock head made of sturdy rubber on both
ends. I guessed that it would be perfect for two dykes to fuck with, but now it was going to be
used in the back door, instead of the front.

I moved the girl on the bottom around, so that her ass was right in line with the ass of the 
girl who was hung suspended from he ceiling.

The device that I had the girl on top hooked up to, allowed me to lower or raise her at will,
by just pulling one of the ropes that was attached to the harness she was hoisted up on.

It was a perfect setup for what I had in mind, and once the girls were in the exact position, 
I wasted no time in getting down to business.

I wanted to make the girls suffer as much as I could, and since I figured that both of them, 
being sexually-oriented as they must be to be associated with Tina in the first place, could 
have possibly enjoyed anal intercourse of one type of another before.

So, I refused to put any form of lubricant on the double-nosed dildo. In one quick, and 
shocking motion, I jammed the big plugger up into the ass of the girl that was hanging 
suspended from the ceiling.

She let out a loud cry, as the dry, and enormous rubber prick was imbedded into the tight 
flesh of her sensitive anal area.

She screamed and screamed, as I shoved the false pecker further and further up into the 
recesses of her dark ass canal.

I would guess that the rubber cock was at least a foot and a half long, and I shoved at least
half of its length up into the girl, leaving the other half for the girl who was bound helplessly 
beneath her.

The girl on the floor, lying with her feet up in the air, began to whimper and tremble. She 
knew now what I was going to do, and she guessed right.

I started to pull on the ropes that held the apparatus the girl on top was hooked up to, 
and she began to descend, rubber dildo sticking out of her throbbing asshole, and heading 
directly for the girl’s asshole beneath her.

I was proud at my arranging, for I had placed the girl in exactly the right position so that 
the other head of the rubber monster prick headed right for her asshole.

When the cock head was about six inches over the girl-on-the-floor ass, I jerked the rope 
quickly, so that the girl on top plunged downward with all of her weight, on her poor friend.

The other end of the dildo shot into the girl’s ass that was lying on the floor, and she 
joined her friend in one horrendously loud and awesome scream of pain and agony.

I laughed uproariously, as I saw the four ass cheeks of womanly flesh grind into each 
other, and the rubber cock disappear into their asses.

I knew that it must be painful. Not only was it enormous in size but since I had put not the 
slightest drop of lubricant on either of the girls, the. big prick must have been tearing apart 
their dry assholes, which, after all, was just what I wanted it to do.

I started pulling on the ropes, hoisting the top girl up slightly, just enough so that I could 
see the rubber cock begin to pull out of the girl on the bottom, and then I jerked the ropes 
once again, sending their asses crashing into one another a second time.

I guess that the first penetration must have ripped apart their respective assholes, being so
dry and all, because the screams that came from the both of them on this second descent into
one another, topped the first screams in loudness and horror.

They were suffering once again, and I was delighted. I glanced over in Tina’s direction, and
still there was no response. She was too busy with her own problems to worry about her 
friends, and that was just as well.

However, the two girls that I didn’t choose to participate in this little venture, were looking
on with horror. They were probably thinking that they would be next in line, since I didn’t use 
them for this little bit of excitement, and they were probably wondering what fiendish plan I 
had up my sleeve next.

I didn’t think about it at the moment, because I was too busy enjoying the present 
dilemma that my two captive prisoners were undergoing.

Having shown them just what they were in store for, I jerked the top girl all the way up to 
her original starting position, about three feet or so over the girl on the floor.

Then, I let the apparatus go completely, so that she slammed the whole three feet into her 
friend, shoving the rubber cock furiously into their respective asses.

The cries for mercy were loud and clear, but needless to say, I paid no attention to them. I 
was getting a thrill out of what was happening, and I wasn’t about to stop because of some 
painful cries. As far as that went, the cries only stimulated me, and made me more determined
than ever to torture the living shit out of the girls.

I really liked the way the dildo slammed into their asses when I let the apparatus that was 
holding the top girl go full force down onto the girl on the cement floor.

It was fun to watch, and exciting at the same time. I felt my cock stiffen all over again, 
obviously ready for another ejaculation. However, I had a little more whipping in mind, and 
decided to save my next orgasm for that.

Up the girl went again, and then slamming down into her friend. Over and over I did this, 
until I had both girls screaming for mercy.

I imagined that by this time their asses must be really sore as hell. Suddenly, I got an idea. I
figured that their asses must be well loosened up by this time, and perhaps it would be worth 
my while to grab a quick anal fuck.

I left the upper girl hanging in her suspended fashion, and spun the girl on the floor 
around, scraping her bare back against the cement, and causing her to begin screaming all 
over again.

With her legs up over her head, she was a perfect target for my own throbbing penetrator.
My cock was roaring hard, and ready for action once again, and having decided to get an ass 
fuck under my belt for the evening, I wasted no time in plowing into her.

While her girl friend hung from the ceiling, and watched on with a certain amount of 
concern, I pushed my throbbing penis all the way up the girl’s asshole.

Sure, she was loosened up quite a bit from the pummeling the huge dildo had given her, 
but her asshole still felt fairly tight.

Her ass cheeks gripped my huge cock, as it began to pummel in and out of her dark, tight 
crevice.

In and out I went, with a fury. I began to quicken my pace, as I felt my orgasm 
approaching. It was amazing that I had any come left at all, having already had several great 
orgasms in a short period of time.

But I could feel my balls burning, and my blood-engorged cock stiffening, and knew that it
was going to shoot a hot load of come into my victim’s asshole.

The girl beneath me was screaming out. The dildo was bigger than my own cock, which 
was a foot long and a couple of healthy inches thick, a monster in itself.

Of course, I’m sure that the ravaged girl’s asshole was somewhat destroyed from the huge 
dildo slamming in and out of it.

Every time she tightened her buttocks, trying to reject my monstrous love pole, it only 
added to tighten the grip on my throbbing cock, making the feeling of her asshole more and 
more enticing.

In and out I went with a vengeance, as my orgasm came nearer and nearer to the surface. I
couldn’t hold it back any longer, not that I wanted to by any means, and I started to shoot.

It felt like every ounce of energy that I possessed was spewing up into the tight burning 
bottom of my helpless female captive.

More and more of my hot come spewed into her, filling her shit chute to the brim with my 
gooey filling.

I began to shake all over, as I revelled in the best orgasm I had enjoyed in the entire 
evening. I had fucked asses of women before, but it had never been as exciting as the anal 
intercourse I was experiencing at this very instant.

I’m sure that it was partially due to all of the exciting things that had been going on during
the evening. I couldn’t help but be worked up.

I was registering all of the evening’s events deep in my mind, to tap during jerk-off 
sessions in the future, and to always remember.

I tightened up my body as the remaining stored-up drops of my hot come spilled easily 
into the tight cavity of my captive’s asshole.

It had been great, this terrific orgasm, and I felt totally fulfilled inside.

It had been a good fuck, and under any other circumstances, I would have spoken kind 
words of compassion, and maybe even love to my sex partner.

But these were no ordinary circumstances, and these were definitely not ordinary 
women-not after what they had done to me earlier in the evening.

I pulled out of the girl, and after gaining my composure once again, I untied the two girls, 
and returned them to their friends, who had been watching the whole incident every second.

Tina was still lying in the corner, trying to pull herself together. I couldn’t bring myself to 
feel sorry for her, on the contrary. I was already planning on using her in my next little 
adventure.





CHAPTER EIGHT


I still had some more whipping on my brain. I loved the sound of a big bullwhip smashing into
a helpless girl’s flesh, and that was just what I wanted to do at this time.

Even though I had just had a great orgasm, my cock was still spurring me on to more and 
more heights of erotic, dominating and exciting passion.

I grabbed a four-thonged whip, that I had been saving for a special occasion. Little did I 
know that it would be such an exciting evening as this.

It was especially sadistic, because all four thongs separately lashed the flesh, tearing it 
apart, and stinging mercilessly.

I walked over to the two girls who had escaped my anal activities, and pulled them up 
roughly from the floor. I brought them over to a rope that was suspended from the ceiling in 
one corner of the room, and tied them to it, and to each other, so that they were once again 
rendered helpless.

Next, I started walking over to Tina.

“No, not me. Please not me!” she begged, and I laughed and slapped her furiously across 
her face.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch, or back on the spoke wheel you’ll go,” I told her, and I meant ever
word of it.

At the mention of that hideous torture again, she shut up like a clam, and jumped to her 
feet, standing as steadily as she could, considering that she was still quite weak from the 
torture I had given her with the spikes in her quivering pussy.

I led her over to the two girls that were already tied up, and getting her into the most 
uncomfortable position that I could, I joined her to them, and the rope, by a series of very 
tight and expertly tied knots.

She was almost hanging upside down when I got through with her and that pleased me. It 
seemed that I just couldn’t torture that cunt enough. Nothing I did was severe enough for her,
not after all she had done to me, and not after realizing that it was she who had planned the 
whole thing right from the very beginning of the evening.

She was crying out in pain, as the crazy position caused her much pain. The other two girls
had had time to recover from their episode on the torture side, and were relatively calm.

Of course, they did seem somewhat nervous, and had a look of fear on their faces, not 
knowing exactly what I was going to do to them. The three girls were hanging from the rope, 
and I had them just where I wanted them to be, to start my next little torturous adventure.

I saw their mangled and battered bodies rubbing up against one another. Their I knockers 
were squishing together, and I must say, they made quite an alluring sight.

I could see fist, palm and whip marks all over their marred bodies, and that excited me 
tremendously, as I raised the whip in readiness for my assault.

I don’t know if Tina was still numb from her last torture on the steel spinning wheel or not,
but she seemed to just be in a daze.

The two girls looked horrified when they got a good look at he four-pronged whip I was 
firmly clutching in my strong hand.

They knew what was coming, and they were afraid, as they rightly should be. But Tina, well,
Tina was just staring off into space. I figured that she must have already mentally conceded to 
the fact that she was about to get another pummeling, seeing as there wasn’t a thing in the 
fucking world that she could do to get her Out of the mess she now found herself in, she 
might as well settle back and take it as best as she could.

Then, there was always the possibility that she was so sore from the last horrendous 
body-bruising episode, that she just didn’t care any more.

I knew that there was a point of pain that was reached when a mental, as well as physical, 
numbness took over the body and mind.

It had happened to me earlier in the evening and was very possibly happening to Tina 
right that very minute, as I advanced on them, waving my whip and grinning.

Tina was the first body that got a taste of the cruel thongs of my four-pierced whip, I 
made sure of that. I knew that she had suffered more than the other girls put together since I 
had taken charge of the situation, but I felt justified in letting her have it so severely.

She had been the cause, directly as well as indirectly for all of my pain in the last six hours 
or so, and now I was going to be directly responsible for giving her a taste of her own 
medicine.

She closed her eyes, as my whip lashed out at her. My first strokes caught her right across 
her huge knockers, lashing them, forming crisscross marks on her tender flesh.

Her body excited the hell out of me, as it had been doing for the whole evening, and that 
just added to the vengeance I felt, and the determination to mar her body for life.

I definitely wanted her to take home visible, as well as mental souvenirs of this little 
evening, so hat she would know not to try something of this kind ever again.

It wasn’t just me I was worried about, but fellow male members of the city, who at any 
time, could be captured by this little harem of sadistic females, and put through equally as 
horrifying tortures as they had put me through, or for that matter, even worse tortures!

Once again, my cock began to spring to attention, as I started lashing their naked bodies 
with my whip.

I could hear the crackling sound, as the thin leather prongs lashed against their naked 
bodies. The whip was catching the three girls everywhere.

I must say, that I am somewhat of an expert when it comes to whip-handling, and I made 
sure that I rotated my strokes, so that I could cover every inch of their nakedness.

Also, while I myself was walking around the suspended females, lashing out at them 
repeatedly, I pushed Tina hard, so that all three girls began to spin around.

This was great fun. I would get one of them across the tits as she spun by and then on the 
next revolution, I would catch one of the other girls smack across her bubbly butt.

I pretended that I was at a circus, and I was trying to win a prize by the accuracy of which I 
whipped the spinning bodies.

I loved the little game, and so did my cock. It was now fully erect, and ready for action 
once again. This was quite the stimulating experience, and every fiber of my nervous system 
was responding to the exciting visual and physical activity of this sadistic ritual.

Tina’s long, blonde hair was hanging down, dragging along the cool cement floor as she 
and her two friends went spinning around, faster and faster.

Suddenly, it got caught in one of the ropes that was binding one of the other girl’s feet 
together, and pulled hard on her scalp.

She let out a scream, the first since I had tied her up. Even the whiplashing that I was so 
adamantly administering to her didn’t bring about the screams, but the hair-pulling did.

I made a mental note that hair-pulling was something I was going to have to check into 
for later tortures. If it could bring about a blood-curdling scream like that from the numbed 
and bedazzled Tina, it must be extremely painful. Perhaps even more painful than the lashings 
of my healthy whip.

I thought that I would have to devise a little torture rack of some kind, that the hair could 
be hooked up to, enabling me to pull it on a girl’s head at will. Yes, I would have to look into 
that the next day, I thought to myself as the girls continued to spin around, and I continued to
lash at them with my whip.

I Back and forth across every part of their body I went with my leather thongs. Since there 
were four separate strands to the whip, I could lash at four different parts of their anatomy at 
the same time.

Sometimes I would catch one girl square across her huge tits, while another strand would 
catch her across her stomach, the third across her ass, and perhaps the fourth across one of 
the other girl’s titties.

It was great fun, and I got more and more excited as the girls kept spinning, and I kept 
whipping them severely. Their bodies began to show the visible signs of my cruel attention.

They started to show thin red lines, where the leather thongs were ripping the flesh. Tiny 
trickles of blood began to appear on their bodies, and my mouth started watering at the sight.

All three girls were screaming full force now, apparently the pain becoming too much for 
them to bear. They also started screaming for mercy, begging me to cut them down, to free 
them, and stop the hideous destruction of their beautiful bodies that I was taking such 
pleasure in doing.

Their screams only increased my desire to pummel them more and more. I kept reminding
the lack of mercy that they showed me when they had me in their power, and that only 
increased the vigor with which I worked them over.

Again and again my fancy whip work caught them at precisely the spots I aimed at.

I started playing a little game with myself. I wanted to see how many times, and how 
accurately, I could whip the three girls right on the nipple.

As they went spinning around, I took careful aim, and caught one of the girls right at the 
foremost tip of the huge knocker.

She screamed out, horrified at the pain she was experiencing under my dominating ways.

Before, I had caught them on the nipples only by chance, aiming for their tits in general.

Now, I was taking dead aim for that precise point at the protruding point of their bright 
red, and now somewhat bloody spear-like projectiles.

The girls bodies jumped and twitched as the tip of the whip, caught them on the tip of 
their breasts.

I must say that my whipping techniques improved greatly during this little episode. I got 
so that I could get the very end of the lash on the exact part of the body that I wanted it to.

I thought of those magicians who used to put lit cigarettes in women’s mouth, and then 
whip them out at quite a distance.

I decided that I was at least that accurate, and wanted to try the same sort of thing myself. 
I got some cigarettes that one of the girls had put down on my torture table, and lighting 
three of them, I proceeded to stick the filter end into all three girls cunts.

They screamed out, as the fear of their pussies catching on fire burned into their brain. But
of course, I wouldn’t have let that happen.

I did give them a good scare however, and let, them spin around for a few revolutions, 
while the cigarettes burned down closer and closer to their crotches.

Then, one by one, I whipped the cigarettes out of their pussies. I did so without even 
touching their skin, taking pride in my great ability and control over the lashing thongs of the 
whip.

However, coming so close to the nakedness of their beautiful cunts made me want to have
more contact with them, so that was just what I proceeded to do.

I backed up, took careful aim, and started by lashing at Tina’s pussy, catching her right in 
the middle of her V, slapping against her tiny clit.

She screamed out loudly in agony, and it was a scream more horrifying than any I had 
heard so far that evening. This sound of horror delighted me, and spurred me on to more cunt
lashing.

I caught each one of the girls in the crotch, as they spun around, and then I did it all over 
again. I kept this up for quite a while, realizing that I was doing something that was causing 
them unbelievable amounts of degrading, and humiliating pain.

The more they screamed, the harder I whipped their pussies, and it kept on going like that 
for quite a while. Blood was beginning to appear on their bodies, and this made my cock jump
in erected response.

I knew that I was ready to come again, but thought that I would wait. I had the urge to 
fuck Tina once more, and up her ass, as I had done to the other girl during the little 
dildo-torture episode.

I had fucked Tina in her tight pussy already, and seeing as she hadn’t had the dildo’s 
shoved up her asshole, I was sure that the cavity would be tight as hell. Besides, that would be
the final form of humiliation that I could render her. She would surely be disgusted at the 
mere thought of me entering her backside, if she had been so upset at me fucking her pussy.

The more I thought about it, the more determined I became, and the more I wanted to get
underway with the anal entry.

After spinning the girls around a few more times, and taking random shots at various parts
of their bodies, I stopped them from rotating, and cut them down.

They actually thanked me, all three of them, apparently thinking that I was done with them
for the evening. Actually I was done with all of them but Tina.

The great finale of humiliation, I was saving for the head cunt, the mistress of torture and 
pain that had degraded me so readily and so thoughtlessly earlier in the evening. Yes, she 
could be the recipient of my last physical assault, and it was going to be a good’ one.

“Get the fuck back over in the corner, you bitches,” I said, as they all began to scatter.

“Not you cunt, not you,” I screamed at Tina, as she had started to retreat with her friends, 
hoping to escape further punishment from my sadistic mind.

“Please, please let me go, I can’t take any more,” she yelled at me, with the most pleading 
and sincere look on her face that I had seen all evening.

Not even for a second did I feel any remorse, any type of sorrow, or slightly consider 
releasing her and letting her join her friends in the side lines.

I had to teach her a lesson, and as yet, the lesson wasn’t over. When I was through with 
her, at the time I felt I was through, not her, I would release her.

Until then, she was totally under my power, to use and abuse at my discretion, and that 
was exactly what I planned on doing-abusing and using her, to my fullest and cruelest 
possible capacity.

“No, please don’t,” she continued to beg, and this made me furious. She was being 
disrespectful, and I couldn’t allow that to happen.

I kicked out harshly, catching her severely with my toe, right in the pit of her stomach. She 
doubled over in pain, and screamed out as my foot sank into her tender flesh.

Now maybe she would realize that I was still the boss, and she had better do what I say, or
she would have to suffer the consequences.

She lied there, gasping for breath, and I began to laugh at her helplessness. She looked up
at me with a look of hatred in her eyes.

If looks could kill, I would have been murdered a thousand times over. Her piercing eyes 
said how much hatred and disgust she was feeling for me, but I kept on laughing in spite of 
the looks she flashed me.

The other two girls were quickly in the corner with their two friends, glad that I was, at 
least for the present, going to spare them further discomfort.

I grabbed Tina up off the floor, and, dragged her over to the brick wall in the corner of the
dungeon. I tied her arms behind her back, rendering her helpless once again, as she had been 
so many times previously that night.

I had been saving a special little instrument of pain just for Tina, and her latest outburst of 
disrespect called for the immediate application of the thing.

It was a mouth stretcher. It worked quite ingeniously actually. All I had to do was put the 
steel wires in her mouth, set the two blunt tips into the roof and bottom of her oral cavity, and
the little bugger did the rest.

It worked on a self-operating spring, so that when released, it opened under its own 
power. It was quite strong, and I knew it would rip her fucking mouth apart.

Of course, the more she moved around, or if she dared try to scream or yell out, the 
springs would open more and more rapidly, causing her a great amount of pain.

My cock was throbbing as I headed for her with the new menacing object. This was 
another weapon that I had not used as yet, finding it even too cruel for my own sadistic 
desires.

But with Tina, well, that was different. She deserved the most hideous tortures I could 
contemplate, and that was just what she was going to get.

She screamed as she saw the object in my hand.

“No, please, not a mouth stretcher. You will kill me, please don’t do it, please?”

“Maybe now you will learn a little respect bitch,” I said menacingly, as I advanced on her.

I tried to open her mouth, and she bit my hand. That did it, I was furious. I almost killed 
her, as I punched her savagely in her stomach, feeling my big fist sink into her soft tender and 
somewhat battered tummy.

She gasped for breath, and as her mouth was open in anguish, I shoved the 
mouth-stretcher deep into her oral cavity, making sure that the two steel points were wedged 
securely on her top and bottom gums.

Then, there was silence. Of course she could utter the faintest of gagging sounds, but 
apparently she was familiar with the object, and knew that the slightest mouth movement, or 
even sound, caused more and more excruciating pain, and she resigned to shut up.

I went and got the large, actually over-sized bullwhip that she had been so kind as to 
bring in from the van during her quick change, and got myself positioned in front of her, 
ready once again for some whipping.

I glanced at the other four girls, and they were still huddled together, cowering in the 
corner, hoping that I would take all of my anger out on Tina, and not on them.

It was funny how the loyalty that had been so strongly felt and observed right from the 
very beginning of the evening, had now disappeared completely.

They were all worried about their own skins, and weren’t about to risk further pain and 
agony on the count of anyone, even their leader.

Their mistress was in no position to argue herself, the mouth stretcher doing its job, 
forcing her jaws wider and wider apart.

I looked at her, and realized that she was probably in more pain than she had ever been all
night long, and that made me quite happy.

It was almost as if each new height of pain that I could devise to inflict on the fucking cunt,
was like winning a prize of merit in the annals of torture and pain.

I backed up a good distance from her, so that the whip would have plenty of room to 
streak out, and gain full momentum before it made contact with her body.

I slashed at her, catching her squarely across her firm throbbing buttocks, and I saw her 
body wince with pain, which made me quite happy indeed.

Over and over again I thrashed at her, sending the tip of the mighty bullwhip all over her 
body. From the look on her face, she was fully feeling every blow.

Sure, the mouthpiece ripping her oral cavity open more and more every second, was 
occupying most of her attention when it came to feeling and recognizing pain, but the big 
bullwhip was doing its share of discomfort to her being as well.

I lashed at her savagely, and it was almost as if I couldn’t hit her hard enough. Each new 
lash got me more and more excited, and I began to hit her harder and harder.

The strokes of the whip got faster, and much closer to each other as I increased the speed 
and fury with which I was pummeling her.

Over and over the mighty whip smacked against her body, and the loud cracking sound of
leather meeting flesh delighted me tremendously.

She winced severely every time the whip tore into her naked body, and I knew damn well 
that with each new movement she made in response to my whipping, the mouth-stretcher 
opened just a little bit more.

She must have truly been in an incredible amount of agony, from the look of total 
distraught that was all over her pretty, but now quite battered face.

I loved seeing her suffer, and it made my cock respond more and more vigorously. I had to
get into her ass, and I just couldn’t wait any longer.

I put the whip down, being somewhat tired myself from the amount of energy that I had 
been exerting in my efforts to give her pain.

I took a deep breath, and advanced on her. I undid her binding and she looked happy that
I was doing so. I was sure that she thought that I was going to release her, and stop the 
pummeling of her tender flesh.

But, she was wrong.

I had no intention of casting her aside, not just yet. Sure, I was quite tired from all of the 
work I had been doing to keep the five girls constantly suffering, and the many orgasms that I 
had enjoyed had sapped a great deal .of my strength also.

But, I had at least one good orgasm left in me for that particular evening, and I was saving 
it, savoring it you might say, for Tina’s bubbly butt.

She truly had the greatest body of all of the girls, and her ass was no exception. It was 
extremely large, but perfectly rounded, and from feeling it previously, I knew that it was very 
firm.

There was nothing worse than a flabby ass on a woman, something that always seemed to 
turn me off immediately. Tina’s ass was great though, and it was just begging to be fucked.

Her sigh of relief, turned once again to one of horror, as she saw me turn her around, and 
fasten her back up to the cold brick wall, leaving the mouthpiece imbedded in her jaws.

I glanced at her girlfriends, and they were just staring on in bewilderment, at their 
ex-leader, as she was now totally helpless under my power.

I wondered what was going on in all of their minds. They must have been feeling a great 
deal of remorse for their friend, but worrying about their own hides obviously was more 
important to them.

I quickly wondered what would happen in the coming days, after I released the little group
of females. Would they still be friends? Would they still be a club? And most important of all, 
could these four busty females contain any respect for Tina, their leader of lust and pain, after 
they had seen her so obviously dominated and humiliated by one man?

I really hoped that Tina lost all respect, and was left totally friendless. That was what she 
deserved-the very worst of everything!

My cock was roaring hard now, and throbbing noticeably as I stood behind her and 
surveyed her body.

She was tied helplessly to the brick wall, the mouth-stretcher still imbedded in her gums, 
obviously causing her a great deal of pain.

Her ass, had a lot of crisscross marks on it, from all of the whipping that it had put up with 
during the evening.

Tiny trickles of blood were still oozing out of the cuts, and to me, that made her bubbly 
butt all the more desirable for my savage penetration.

I started playing with my cock, teasing myself, getting my senses ready for the attack on 
her backside that was about to happen.

I knew that she was going to be tight, some kind of instinct just told me that.

I braced my feet firmly on the cool cement floor, wanting to be steady as a rock as I 
attacked her bubbly butt.

I started prodding around with my cock-head at the entrance to her shit chute. I saw her 
two milk-white and blood-stained ass cheeks tighten, trying in one last vain attempt to refuse 
my entry, but of course we all knew that that was a waste of time.

I slapped her bottom severely with my hands, telling her without words that any attempt 
at rejection would only anger me, and cause the pummeling she was destined to receive to be
even more brutal.

I had intended on toying around at the entrance to her shit chute for a long period of 
time, teasing her and myself before flying into her, but her slight hint at rejection by 
tightening her buttocks, infuriated me even more, and I plunged into her.

I had put just the tiniest bit of spit on the tip of my cock, just enough to assure that I could
slide into her asshole effortlessly, and it worked. My huge foot-long prick slammed all the way
up inside of her.

She tightened her ass severely as my cock plunged up into her, but now I was glad that 
she was doing it. The more she tightened her bubbly butt, trying to reject my cock, the more 
vice-like the grip on my shaft her ass walls made, and the better the feeling.

I started plunging in and out of her, with a fury that I didn’t think I possessed. Over and 
over again I shoved my torrid tool into her asshole, scraping her ass walls, and causing her 
pain while I caused myself a great deal of pleasurable delight.

This was a highly erotic moment for me. Not only was I enjoying my second ass fuck for 
the evening, but doing it with and to Tina, made it especially exciting.

I guess that it was humiliating the leader of the little sadistic group of girls that really 
made me happy. I loved torturing Tina, and showing her girlfriends how easily she was being 
dominated.

They had all asked for what they were getting, and were getting nothing less than what 
they all deserved. These thoughts of superiority and total domination kept on filtering 
through my brain, as the quickness of my pummeling quickened, and I felt my orgasm 
approaching.

I reached around her body and grabbed a hold of her tits firmly, and began to squeeze the
milk-filled fleshy bosoms harshly, squeezing and toying with the nipples, as I shoved my cock 
further and further up into her asshole.

It was time for my come to shoot into her. In a lot of ways I would have liked to just stand 
there and fuck her until daybreak, but I was too excited.

The combination of the ass fuck, plus the fact that I was doing it to gorgeous and 
seductive Tina, the headmistress of cunt-hood, made it overly delicious for my cock and all of 
my senses.

I began to come furiously, gushing my wads of hot gooey love juices up into her asshole. I 
came that time like I had never come before in my life.

My supply of come seemed endless, as it filled her ass cavity to the brim. I shot so much of
my goo into her as a matter-of-fact, I could feel it oozing out of her ass-crack, and running 
down over her ass cheeks, soaking my pummeling balls with the fluids.

It was over, and I was spent. I cut Tina down, and threw her on the floor.

“Now I hope all of you girls learned your lesson,” I said, glaring at all of them at the same 
time.

I quickly put all of my clothes on, wanting to get the fucking cunts out of my sight now 
that I had decided I was through using and abusing them.

After I dressed, I tied them all together at the wrists, and leaving them deliberately naked, I
led them upstairs like a heard of cattle.

I brought them out into their van, and drove them back to where they picked me up. I 
pulled into the deserted parking lot of the dyke bar where I had met them. I planned on 
leaving them there.

But I’m a lusty fellow and when I looked down at those cunts tied up in the back of the 
van, I felt my foot long pecker stir to life again. I glanced outside. I was still an hour to sunrise, 
which meant in this neighborhood, nobody would be stirring about for a couple of hours at 
least.

I looked at them again, rubbing my hard-on which I knew was damned well visible under 
my tight pants. Tina’s eyes widened in horror as she realized that it wasn’t over after all. That 
did it for me. One more round and then leave these cunts in the back of their van, tied up and 
naked for anyone to find. With any luck it’d be a couple of horny winos.

I stepped into the back of the van, crouching over as the ceiling was quite low and I 
unzipped my fly. My big boner almost popped out on it’s own accord, it was as eager as I was.

I contemplated only a moment. “You’re gonna eat my ass!”

She was haughty and turned her head away.

I knew how to handle this redheaded cunt. I unshackled her and moved her to the floor of 
the truck. I made her spread eagle and I tied her down with wire. I looked over her gaping 
cunt and kicked it with the toe of my boot.

She groaned as pain shot through her voluptuous body. I hit her huge tits with the belt 
before the pain from my booting of her cunt had subsided and she cried out.

“Silence!” I commanded. “Do you want those socks in your mouth again.

“No,” she murmured pitifully..

“But you do want something in your mouth, don’t you.” She didn’t answer, but cut her 
eyes to Tina. “Answer your master!”

“Yes,” she said, practically gritting her teeth. Then, “I mean, yes, sir.”

I straddled her head, dropping my trousers enough to free my ass. “Now,” I said savagely, 
“suck my ass hole.” And with that I sat down on the redheaded cunts face just as if I were 
sitting on a toilet.

She wasn’t cooperative. My belt lashed out and struck her cunt. Once, twice, three times. 
She was writhing in pain as much as the wires allowed, writhing so much the wires cut into the
tender flesh of her ankles and wrists. But I wasn’t going to have any pit for her.

In the case of dykes like these, who only want to castrate a man; my patience is thin.

The redheaded bitch ate my asshole with lusty gusto now. I tried to figure out what had 
turned her on. I looked down and saw her cunt dripping juices. It dawned on me that she was 
really into S&M. I hadn’t really hurt her liked I’d done Tina’s favorite. My belt blows to her cunt
were more a warning. Shit, was this bitch ever turned on!

As she dug her tongue’ atheistically into my shit pot, I lashed out again with my belt, but 
not with the buckle, with the other end, and I snapped it like a whip. I think I must have gotten
a direct hit right on her clitoris for her moan was not one of pain, but one of intense animal 
lust. I saw her belly muscles quivering. She was having an orgasm.

I lashed furiously at her pussy, scoring a direct clit hit five out of six times and her orgasm 
just continued. I can’t begin to describe the things this forced her to do to my shit box. I’ve 
never been reamed by a bitch with as much enthusiasm as that redheaded cunt did in the 
back of the van with her lesbian partners watching.

The whole scene had me excited beyond belief! I thought for a split second I would shoot 
my load, but I knew I wouldn’t a moment later. I was saving my gism for something special. I 
got up from the redheaded dyke’s talented and eager hot mouth. She just lay there panting 
like a dog in summer, her muscles twitching, not reacting to the wires cutting into her wrists 
and ankles.

It was Tina that I wanted.

It was Tina I wanted to punish.

It was that bitch dyke Tina with her too big tits and her manhole cunt I wanted to fill to 
overflowing with man juice until she cried for me to stop.

I turned to her. Her eyes slowly traveled up my body, pausing at the level of my hard-on, 
and finally reached my eyes. She was challenging me.

“You filthy scumbag whore,” I growled. My belt flicked out and hit her cheek.

She didn’t flinch. Her jaw seemed to tighten although her mouth was full of my dirty old 
socks. All right, I thought, I’ve been challenged and now I’m gonna make you crawl, you bitch.

I twisted her body around to expose her asshole. Her hands were above her head, held in 
place by handcuffs like the others, and her ankles, too, were wired to the floor. I undid her 
ankles, one at a time, pulling them above her head to the side of the van where I wired them 
next to her wrists.

There she was, the big titted dyke bitch, doubled in half and spread-eagled all at once, her
pussy gaping and her asshole sucking air.

I knew what I was going to do.

I rummaged around in the back end of the truck and found what I wanted. A tire iron! A 
long, twenty-four inch piece of iron, sloped at one end like a chisel, and at the other swollen 
like a cock head for the lug nuts.

What a perfect dildo! It was cold, metal, and dirty! When I turned around Tina’s eyes were 
wide with horror at what was so obviously coming. I couldn’t suppress a grin.

I knelt in front of Tina contemplating what to do first. Out of the corner of my eye another 
object caught my attention. Jumper cables! With enormous clips. I grabbed it. Tina moaned 
and threw her head from side to side.

I took the jumper cables and attached the clips to each side of her cunt lips, pulling them 
wide until they gaped at me like the belly of a gutted fish. I pulled the cables tight and tied 
them around her neck. Only by forcing her body forward did she lessen the pain in her 
pussy-except that his caused pain in her already painful wrists and ankles.

Then, taking my time, I started shoving the lug nut end of the iron up her asshole. That 
was tough going. She wasn’t lubricated for it and the iron had a rough finish, but I managed 
to get the bulbous head inside her shit hole and then I shoved it in, inch by inch. I knew this 
cunt could take a lot up her hole, she’d taken my twelve inches without a whimper. I passed 
an estimated fourteen inches before she started complaining and I pushed on, fifteen inches, 
sixteen inches, and still going.

I practically put the whole twenty-four inches of iron rod up her shit chute!

Now she was moaning. Had she not been gagged she surely would have been begging for
me to stop, please stop.

But I had no intention of stopping!

I took a piece of wire and tied it to the little end of iron still protruding from her asshole 
and attached it tightly through a ring in the roof and down to her head.

Now whenever Tina leaned her head forward to lessen the pain in her pussy from the jump
cable’s clamps, she automatically pulled the iron bar upward, creating pain in her ass, and 
therefore by the principal of leverage, deep inside her gut the bulbous head of the lug sloshed
around.

My work was almost done.

I stood up as best I could, my huge pecker swaying from side to side with my movements.

I aimed my cock at the dyke bitch.

I pissed all over her!

A golden stream of hot piss arched out from my erect meat and splattered on Tina’s face. 
She moved her head from side to side to avoid my piss and with every movement she created 
tremendous pain for herself.

Her dilemma was wonderful! Sit still and get pissed on by the man you hate or try to avoid
it and send racking pain through pussy and asshole at the same time!

Then I jerked off and spewed out my come on her, too. My come mixed with my piss. I had
a mad desire to shit on the bitch, too, but I didn’t need to and couldn’t force anything out. I 
decided that I was satisfied with what I’d done!

“Well, ‘bye, girls. Thanks for the laughs,” I sneered at them, leaving them there naked, to 
be discovered by some person during the next day.

I jumped into my car and sped home, feeling more elated and satisfied than I had ever felt 
before in my life.

*

So that was my little adventure. I never saw any of those girls again, or heard any form of 
repercussion about what I had done to them. I missed the redheaded one, though, and 
thought that with a little training she would have been terrific outside of Tina’s influence.

I figured that they were probably found, went home to contemplate their dilemma, and 
decided that retaliation of any kind may only cause them to go through another night in my 
torture dungeon, with me in control-which is just exactly what would have happened to them 
if they had given me the chance to get my hands on their great sexy bodies again.

They had learned their lesson, and learned it well. And after all, that was what really 
counted to me anyway!.

And I-I had had the time of my life!


THE END
