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Subject: {ASSM} Revenge, pt. 4 (MF, MM, Fdom, bd, fist, cbt, best, mutilation)
Date: Thu, 21 Dec 2000 13:10:02 -0500
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Revenge of a Modern Day Fury, Pt. 4 of 6
by Mother Kali

James remained sullen for days afterwards, stubbornly
refusing to speak, turning his head whenever she or
Bradshaw approached him. So they backed off and left
him alone with his thoughts. Glennis knew, even if
James didn't, that this was the worst possible thing
they could do to him. It would give him all the time
in the world to relive every moment of his recent
encounters, to torture himself wondering if he could
have held out longer, if perhaps he had wanted it in
some way, enjoyed it even. He would pick apart his
every reaction, looking for signs, trying to
rationalize away anything that seemed too much like
consent, never quite believing the explanations he
offered himself.   

The self-doubt inherent in human nature was a great
friend to a Fury.

In the end, though, all James' ruminations and
rebellion meant nothing. Need was need. It couldn't be
argued with. Soon enough, he returned to duty, slowly
accumulating the points he needed to be allowed
release again. Bradshaw took his training to the next
level, leaving his hands unfastened while he worked,
so he could use them to further pleasure his clients.
Of course, he was given strict orders never to touch
himself, and he docilely obeyed, apparently too
terrified of ending up like Kenny to risk it.

As Glennis watched him through the glass, there were
times when she almost believed he enjoyed what he was
doing. She supposed it was possible, perhaps even to
be expected. After all, performing this act of
pleasure for others brought him closer to his own
eventual gratification. Positive reinforcement was a
simple but effective process, perhaps powerful enough
even to cultivate in James a sincere taste for his
work 

The more she watched him, the more she felt certain
that it was time to launch his full- scale debut as a
whore.

When he'd completed the required number of blow jobs,
she went to see him.

"So Bradshaw tells me you've performed very well.
Congratulations," she told him.

"Screw you," he said, but his tone lacked its usual
sass.

"Are you ready for your reward?" she asked.

He nodded, but he didn't look as excited as she would
have expected.

"What's wrong, James?" she asked.

He avoided her eyes and didn't answer. She turned his
chin and made him look at her.

"What is it?" she asked.

"It's just that I know now that you're never going to
let me you. You're always going to keep me hard. And
you're always going to make me suck off all these
guys.  There's never going to be any end," he said,
despondently.

"Ah, my poor James," she said, stroking his cheek with
the back of her hand. "What if I told you this is the
last time you're going to have to give blow jobs to be
allowed to have an orgasm?"

"Really?" he asked, hope warring with suspicion in his
expression.

"Really. I promise, cross my heart and hope to die."

He blinked, fighting back tears of relief. "Thank
you," he said. "Oh God, thank you."

She smiled. "Don't mention it. Now, you have earned
your pleasure, and once again, I've invited some
friends to share in it, a somewhat larger crowd this
time. So I thought we'd use the auditorium."

He nodded, too thrilled about his reprieve from giving
blow jobs to put up a fuss. He'd already put on one
sexual performance anyway. Subjects rarely resisted as
strenuously the second time around.

"Do you want to come, James? Do you want to put on a
show for my friends?"

He blushed a little, but he nodded anyway, despite the
embarrassment.

"Wonderful," she said. "Now, Bradshaw is going to
clean you up a little and take you down to the
auditorium. I'll see you soon."

When she left the room, James was actually smiling.
And that made her smile, knowing his happiness would
be short-lived.

***

Glennis stood outside the auditorium and greeted her
guests as they arrived. It was a varied
group--self-made captains of industry and heirs to
family fortunes and some rather shadowy characters who
had come into their money in more colorful ways. But
their unusual taste in entertainment and their ability
to afford to feed that taste gave them all common
ground. It made them a close knit community.

A arm snaked around Glennis' waist from behind, and
someone kissed her neck.

"Guess who?" a voice whispered in her ear.

"Carter," she said, with a sigh.

She pulled away and turned around to face him.

Of course, she should have realized he would come to
the auction. He made it his mission in life to rape as
many dirty cops as he could get his hands on. There
was a little bit of the Fury in him, too. But she had
been hoping to avoid seeing him again so soon after
their last break up. 

"You don't sound glad to see me, Glennie," he said.

"Explain to me again why you persist in calling me
that ridiculous nickname when I've asked you a million
times not to?"

"Because no matter what you say, I know there's a part
of you that secretly loves it."

He favored her with his most sparkling smile, the one
he always trotted out whenever he did something
purposefully to annoy her.

She just wished the ploy weren't so successful.

"I'm a little hurt, you know," he told her.

"Oh, really? I can't imagine why," she said.

"Can't you?"

He left the question hanging there, meaningfully,
underscoring the fact that she was always the one who
called off their relationship. She squirmed a little,
something she absolutely despised. There was no one
else in the whole world who drove her crazy the way
Carter did.

"I mean, of course, that I'm hurt you didn't invite me
to his first public appearance," he explained.

"I didn't think you were in town," she said. "Wasn't
there some degenerate immigration official you were
pursuing?"

"The one who was forcing young women to star in hard
core porn videos before he'd let their children into
the country? That was last month."

"Time does fly. It's so hard to keep it all straight."

"Do you think? I have just the opposite problem.
Everything stays way too vivid in my memory."

"It's not good to live in the past, Carter."

"Haven't you ever heard that history repeats itself?"

She shook her head. "Not always."

"Why are you always so willing to give up?"

"Why are *you* so determined never to see the
handwriting?"

He shook his head. "I don't know why I even bother.
When you're so incredibly stubborn."

She shrugged. "Then move on already, if I'm so
impossible."

He looked exasperated and started to say something
further. But then he apparently thought better of it
and changed the subject instead.

"So tell me more about what we have to look forward to
today," he said. "What did this officer of the law do
to get on your bad side?"

"I don't want to spoil it for you," she said. "But his
debut will be quite a treat. I promise."

"I'm breathless with anticipation," he told her. "So,
I'll see you inside?"

She nodded. "The auction will be starting soon."

He gave her one last smile and went inside. She pulled
herself up to her full height and lifted her chin. She
refused to be distracted. She was a Fury. She didn't
*have* man trouble. She *was* man trouble.

***

After all her guests were comfortably settled, she
joined James, who was nervously waiting on stage
behind the curtains, along with Bradshaw and Corrine.

"How many people are out there?" he asked, skittishly.

"Oh, not as many as you would think. It's an
auditorium. Voices carry. So, are you ready for your
reward?" she asked.

He nodded, a little sheepishly.

"Good," she told him. "I'm sure you're going to enjoy
yourself . But today, I would like to do something
just a little bit different. I'd like to give my
friends a preview before we get on with the show, to
whet their appetites. Okay?"

"Um-- Well, I guess--" he said, hesitantly.

"And you know what would really make that exciting for
them? If you'd wear a gag. Would you do that for me,
James? Please?"

He looked suspicious. "Would I have to wear it while--
you know--"

She shook her head. "Absolutely not. Just during the
little tease I want to give them. Then it'll come
right off."

"Um, I don't know," James said, reluctantly, clearly
not trusting her, but unable to see how she could
possibly hurt him with it. "I suppose so," he finally
agreed. "I mean, you'll just force me to do it,
anyway."

"Now, James, that's not true," she said. "You know how
much I value your cooperation. So let's just slip this
on, shall we? It won't hurt, I promise."

Bradshaw helped her fasten the gag. Glennis had chosen
the kind that resembled a cock. She figured James
would be more comfortable with that.

"There. Is that okay? Any problems breathing?"

He shook his head.

"Good." She rubbed his back gently. "Now there is one
more thing. Nothing to worry about. I'm just going to
fasten these cuffs onto your wrists, and then Corrine
is going to pull that rope over there so your arms are
lifted over your head and you're standing on your tip
toes."

James blanched and began to make desperate, pleading
noises through his gag.

"Oh, no. No, James. It's nothing like that." She
stroked his arm reassuringly. "I know you haven't done
anything wrong, and you're not going to be punished. I
promise. I just want to give my friends a thrill.
That's all. And this will definitely get them going."

He looked like he wanted to believe her, but wasn't at
all sure he could.

She fastened the cuffs and murmured, "It's okay.
Everything's going to be all right. No one's going to
punish you."

Corrine hoisted the rope carefully, and Bradshaw
guided James' arms above his head. 

"Get up on your tiptoes, James," she urged him. "It
won't be for too long. I promise."

She held his waist to steady him, and he raised up on
his toes.

"That's good," she said.

Corrine fastened the rope, and James balanced
awkwardly, his calves flexed.  

"That's perfect," she told him. "You're being such a
good boy." 

She fondled his balls, and he moaned.

"Oh, yeah, baby. It's almost time."

She motioned to her assistants. " Take your places
everyone."

They moved to the sidelines, leaving only James and
her on stage. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed
his cheek.

"You're making me so happy," she told him. "I'm always
going to remember this. And so are you."

She left him there, his eyes filled with trepidation.
She pushed her way through the curtains, and the crowd
applauded enthusiastically.

She smiled. "Thank you," she said. "I appreciate your
all coming today. As you know, this is a very
important day, the debut of my most recent subject.
And although we've gathered many times before for
similar occasions, this one has special meaning for
me. So I want you to join me in welcoming my latest
project to the stage. May I present James."

She extended her arm with a flourish, and the curtain
opened, revealing James, nude, ferociously erect,
strung up by his wrists, balanced precariously on his
tiptoes, completely defenseless and thoroughly
humiliated.

The crowd laughed with appreciation.

"Your boy's quite the exhibitionist, Glennis," someone
said from the audience. "Looks like he really gets off
on being on display."

"Indeed," she agreed. "James has quite a carnal
appetite. Previously, he was a high- ranking officer
in the Vice division of a major police department. And
I'm afraid he let his appetites get rather out of
control."

"Tell us," a voice said from the seats.

"He extorted nearly every hooker he came into contact
with,  forcing them to give him sex in exchange for
their freedom. And occasionally, he even preyed on
women who weren't actually professionals, just in the
wrong place at the wrong time."

James made noises through the gag and struggled at his
bonds.

"He seems to dispute the charges," one of her
colleagues said, with amusement.

Glennis smiled. "Don't they always? But the fact is
that James' crimes are well documented, and that's
what brings us here today. His punishment. James has
been condemned to learn firsthand what his victims
went through. He has already performed countless acts
of oral sex on men and has grown quite proficient at
it. He's also put on his first live sex show, which
many of you attended not too long ago."

"And we bought the video, too," an audience member
chimed in.

Everyone laughed.

"Now, we're here for the pivotal moment in James'
career as a whore," Glennis said. "We're here to
auction off his virginity and watch as he is
deflowered right here on this stage by some lucky
audience member."

Glennis watched James out of the corner of her eye as
she delivered the news. He froze for a moment, his
eyes wide, his face stark. And then he erupted into a
frenzy of muffled screaming and futile convulsing. The
audience laughed with pleasure, their hilarity only
growing as his struggles increased. Finally, he had to
stop and catch his breath, a difficult task with the
gag in place, his face bright red, his chest heaving.

"Now, I'm sure I don't have to tell you what a
pleasure it will be to take James' manhood from him.
As you can see, he is quite unwilling, although of
course he will be cooperative, as my subjects always
are. I don't have to point out his obvious beauty. Or
his total helplessness. You'll be able to do to him
anything you wish for as long as you can manage it."

The crowd chuckled, the women perhaps more loudly than
the men. 

"Of course, there's also the thrill of sodomizing a
former police officer."

James shook his head frantically, and Glennis could
see Carter smile as he watched this response. She
looked elsewhere and tried not to pay any further
attention to Carter.

"And to top it all off," she told them. "And I don't
know how any of you can resist this-- There is nothing
James is more petrified of than homosexuality. He
absolutely loathes 'faggots,' as he puts it. So
whoever deflowers him will have the honor of  turning
him into the one thing he most hates and fears. What
could possibly be more entertaining than that?"

The auditorium buzzed with voices as prospective
buyers talked excitedly amongst themselves. Despite
the volume, Glennis could still hear the pathetic,
pleading whimpers James was making through the gag.
She licked her lips. This was going to be even better
than she had imagined.

Glennis gave her colleagues a few more moments to
cultivate hard-ons about how delicious it would be to
unman James, and then she began the auction. "Bidding
opens at $10,000," she told the audience. "And I'm
afraid, ladies, that it's gentlemen only this time. I
want James to know what it feels like to have a man
come inside him the first time he's penetrated."

There was an audible sound of feminine disappointment
across the room.

"But he will be available for your pleasure any time
after today," she told them.

The disgruntled noises turned to sounds of
appreciation.

"So, do I hear $10,000?" she asked.

"Ten," an eager voice called out.

"Fifteen."

"Twenty."

"Twenty-five."

The bidding went into such a flurry that Glennis
didn't have to say a word until it stalled at
$150,000.

"Remember, this is for charity. All the proceeds will
go to help runaways and missing children. Also, don't
forget that James' humiliation will be captured on
video," she reminded them. "Your face obscured, of
course. This video will reach hundreds of thousands of
interested viewers who will see your cock proudly
violating a former member of the city's finest. The
profit from the video will also be donated. Now who
wants to raise the bidding to $200,000?" she asked.

"Two hundred!"

"Two twenty-five."

The bidding caught fire again.

When it reached $500,000, Glennis decided to wrap it
up. "Going once." She paused. "Going twice."

"One million dollars."

There was an audible gasp. Glennis sighed. It was
Carter. Of course.

"Is that a serious offer?" she asked.

"Have you ever known me to make any other kind?" He
smiled.

She shrugged. "All right, then. Have it your way.
Going once. Going twice. Sold. To the man who just
donated a million dollars to my favorite charity."

He gave a little mock bow. "My pleasure."

"The ushers will show you back stage so you can get
ready," she told him.

He nodded. Two of Glennis' employees instantly
materialized to lead him to the dressing room.

"As for everyone else, relax, enjoy a cocktail. The
main feature will start shortly."

The audience began to stir in their seats. Glennis
left the podium and walked back to James. She
signalled one of her assistants, and the curtain
closed behind her.

James was throwing a fit, going on and on, sounding
rather vehement, even though it was impossible to
understand a word he was saying.

"Well, what did you expect?" she asked him. "I told
you that you were going to experience the life of a
whore. Did you think whores get by only sucking off
their clients? Hardly. Even if they don't *want* to
sell their bodies, someone will just end up taking it
from them for free. Like you did. That's just what
happens to whores. They get fucked. And now it's your
turn."

James thrashed and protested.

"Now, now," she said. "Try not to upset yourself so
much. Sometimes, the only thing you can do is lie
back, metaphorically speaking, of course, and try to
enjoy it. Bradshaw is going to help you get ready." 

James wailed into his gag.

"Try not to be so negative, James. You're about to
lose your virginity. That's a big step in everyone's
life. It's a rite of passage, entree into a whole new
world. After this, you'll be completely different in
every way."

Bradshaw snapped on a pair of latex gloves. James
tried to pull away, but there was very little give in
the rope."

"Hold still now," she said.

Bradshaw lubed his fingers and tried to probe James'
anus.

"He's clenching," he told her.

"Stop that, James. It's not going to help. You're
going to get your ass fucked today, one way or
another. Trust me, you don't want it to be without
lubrication."

James looked downright stricken, but he must have
realized it would be worse not to relent.

"That's better," Bradshaw said and began the
preparations.

James made complaining noises through the gag.

"Oh, please," she said. "That's nothing compared to
having a cock inside you. You'll thank Bradshaw later
for being thoughtful enough to stretch you."

James shook his head vehemently and tried to pull his
hips away from Bradshaw's hands.

"James!" She grabbed him roughly by the balls. 

His scream was muffled by the gag.

"Have you forgotten what happens if you're
disobedient? I think you have, or you wouldn't be
acting this way." She motioned to Corrine. "Bring me
that portable video player."

Corrine handed her the equipment. "Here you are,
ma'am." 

"Thank you." 

She turned it on. 

"Now, James, I want you to watch this, to refresh your
memory."

The screen flickered, and then an image materialized,
quickly followed by the sound of screaming. A naked
subject was bound to an examining table. The table was
positioned so that the man was in a sitting position,
able to see the procedure about to be performed on
him. His arms were restrained, and his legs were
raised and spread, secured in stirrups, to give easy
access to his genitals. A masked, gowned doctor stood
in the v formed by his legs. A nurse assisted him. 

"Scalpel," the doctor said.

"No!" the subject screamed.

"Scalpel, doctor." The nurse handed him the
instrument.

"I'm making an incision down the center of the
scrotum," the doctor explained.

"No! Agggh! I can feel it. Fuck, I feel you cutting
me. AAAAAGH!" 

The subject whipped his head from side to side and
desperately tried to free his bound hands. His lower
body, however, remained perfectly still as the doctor
worked.

"We use a muscle paralyzer when we perform
castrations," Glennis explained to James. "The patient
can't move from the waist down, but he feels
everything."

"I'm pulling the left testicle out through the
incision," the doctor said on the tape.

"Oh, God. Oh, God!" the subject sobbed.

"I'm tying off the cord, to restrict the flow of
blood," the doctor said.

"Stop! STOP!" the subject begged. "Don't cut my balls
off. God! Please!"

"I'm ready to remove the testicle."

"Yes, doctor." The nurse positioned a basin beneath
the scrotum.

"No! NOOOO!" the subject cried.

The doctor severed the cord, and the testicle fell
into the basin with a soft plop. The subject's face
turned pale as he watched. His eyes went glassy, and
then he passed out.

"Nurse, administer the smelling salts," the doctor
instructed.

"Yes, doctor."

She broke a capsule and held it under the subject's
nose. He started to moan. A instant later, his eyes
opened, and he looked around in confusion. Then
realization hit him, and he began to cry.

"Oh, no. No. God. Please!" He sobbed brokenly. 

"Now, for the right testicle. I'm pulling it out
through the incision--"

Glennis hit the stop button and returned the video
player to Corrine. 

"I think you get the point," she said to James.

He stared at her, his eyes wide with horror, his
throat muscles clenching and unclenching.

"If you vomit while you're wearing that gag, you'll
choke to death," she warned him. "And there's no
reason to get so upset. It didn't happen to you. If
you behave yourself, it never will." 

She grabbed his balls and twisted. He yelped through
the gag.

"But if you embarrass me," she told him. "I'll cut
them off myself. Got it?"

He nodded vigorously.

"Good," she said. "I'm glad to see you're being so
reasonable. Now, I'm going to go check on your owner.
See if he's ready to claim what belongs to him." She
stood on her tip toes and kissed his cheek. "It won't
be long now, my sweet. Soon you'll be a real whore,
and I'll be so proud."

He made desperate little sounds of protest.

"Finish getting him ready," she told Bradshaw. "I'll
be back in a few minutes."

"Yes, madam."

She left James with Bradshaw and went to the dressing
room. She knocked at the door and went in. Carter was
already undressed and pulling on a robe.

"I want to talk you about James-- Whoa!" She stopped
short, eying his erection. "You've made some
improvements."

Carter laughed. "Plastic surgery's not just for you
gals any more, Glennis. And raping cops is a lot more
fun when you know they *really* feel it."

"Anything for the obsession, huh?"

He grinned. "Everybody needs a hobby."

"I want you to do a good job of this for me."

"When have I not?"

"I'm serious here. I want this to be memorable. I want
it to be completely traumatic and to last a very,
*very* long time."

"So do I. Why do you think I'm wearing this?" He
fingered the cock ring at the base of his penis.

"That reminds me. From now on in his training, he's
not allowed to have his cock touched. Don't get caught
up in the moment and start jerking him off."

"Not a problem. All I'm interested in is fucking him,
good and hard and long. Has he had anything in his ass
before?"

"Only a finger, for medical purposes."

"Good. That means it's going to hurt like a mother.
That'll be fun."

"I want you to make sure he comes, Carter, just from
getting fucked. It's important to my future plans for
him."

Carter laughed. "Have you taken a good look at his
balls, Glennie? When was the last time you let him
come? Weeks ago? And all that viagra shit you've been
shoving up his butt? Do you know what that's done to
his prostate? I work it with my dick, and he'll go off
like a rocket. Who knows how many times. You have
nothing to worry about."

"If it's all right with you, I'd prefer to take his
gag off. It makes a better video."

"Suits me. There's nothing I enjoy more than hearing a
man cry when I bust his ass open and turn him into a
pussy."

"This project is very special to me. I want everything
to go right. I want him to remember this for a long,
long time."

"Sweetheart, you know I always take fucking cops very
seriously. Trust me, he's never going to forget who
took his cherry or how humiliated he was that he got
off on it, repeatedly, in front of a whole auditorium
full of cheering perverts. When I'm finished with him,
his sexual identity will be totally fucked up, just
the way you want it to be."

Glennis studied him for a moment and then nodded,
satisfied that they understood each other. "Good. Then
I'll let you finish getting ready."

She started to go, but he reached for her arm. "Hey,
Glennie, you know I do perform better with a little
added incentive, right?"

"Oh, really? Such as?"

He pulled her closer. "I think you know," he whispered
in her ear. "How about it, sweetheart? For old times
sake."

She twined her arms around his neck seductively. "Why
don't we just see what kind of show you put on for me,
hmm? If it's a really, *really* good video, maybe we
can watch it together later tonight."

His arms tightened around her waist. "Oooh, I'm
feeling inspired already."

She laughed and pulled away. "Save it for James, baby.
We'll talk about the rest later."

"Tease," he called after her.

"Hey, it keeps you focused. Have fun out there."

He smiled. "You know I will."

She left him and went back to check on James. Bradshaw
had finished preparing him, and the video cameras had
been set up.

"Take his gag off," she instructed Bradshaw. And then
to James, she said, "Don't you dare scream. And that's
an order. Understand?"

He nodded, his eyes filled with misery. Bradshaw
removed the gag.

"Please," James begged, quietly.

"But you earned this, baby. I can't take it away from
now. That wouldn't be right."

"You said you wouldn't make me do this anymore," he
said, on the verge of tears.

"No, baby. You have to start listening more closely.
What I said was I not going to make you suck cocks any
more in order to be allowed to come. And that's true."

He shook his head desperately. "Don't let him do this
to me. Please. God. I'm not a fag. I don't *do* this."

She nodded. "I know. And honestly? That's the appeal."

"What kind of a person are you?"

She considered it a moment. "I guess, more than
anything else, I'm someone who doesn't forget." And
then she smiled. "And now you won't ever forget,
either."

"Don't. Please. Please!"

Carter crossed the stage to join them. "Are we ready?"


"No!" James protested.

"Whenever you are," Glennis told him.
 
"Let's do it then," Carter said.

"Make it good," she told him softly.

He smiled, in that mischievous way of his that said
she had nothing to worry about.

"You're in for something special," she told James.
"Try and enjoy it. And don't forget about the little
video I showed you earlier. You wouldn't want to add
injury to insult, now would you?"

James' mouth trembled. She smiled as she walked away
and left him to the fate he'd sealed for himself.

She settled into her seat and watched as the curtain
opened. James was positioned exactly as he had been
before, only without the gag. He was still painfully
erect. Carter stood to the side and a little behind
him, clad only in a robe, his ample erection obvious
beneath it. The video cameras sent images to the two
large, flat-screen televisions above the stage, so the
audience could see the action from every angle. 

James whimpered pitifully as he waited. Carter stood
there without making a move for what felt like an
eternity. That was something Glennis had always
admired about him. He wasn't crude. He understood the
value of timing, the power of dread. He let James take
in his nearness, feel his heat, live in terror of what
he might do next. 

When he did move, it was only to put his hand on
James' shoulder. James screamed and practically leaped
out of his skin anyway. Carter smiled at that. Glennis
knew he loved nothing better than to have someone fear
him before he'd even done anything to them. She
watched with complete fascination as he moved his hand
slowly down James' back, inch by agonizing inch.
Everyone else in the auditorium was just as
mesmerized, and they all went completely still as they
looked on. The only sound in the room came from James,
soft little mewls of distress. As Carter moved his
hand inexorably closer to its target, the sounds grew
louder and more anguished.

When he did finally make his way down to James' ass,
he took his time there, too. He stroked the skin and
flirted with the little dimple at the top of the
cleft. He cupped the cheeks and fondled them,
squeezing them together and then pulling apart. James
would wail "no!" whenever Carter spread his cheeks
open. The camera operator would zoom in on his anus,
to give the audience a nice close-up shot.

Finally, Carter grew impatient and let his robe fall
to the floor. He always preferred to fuck in the nude.
He pried James' cheeks as far apart as he could and
lined up his cock. Pitiful animal sounds of fear
streamed out of James. Carter paused there for a
moment, drawing out James' anguished anticipation. And
then he began to push.

Of course James resisted. Glennis had known he would.
Even though it would only make the penetration more
painful when it did finally occur. Still, there was no
way James was going to give up his manhood without a
fight. That's what made it fun. 

And Glennis had to give him credit. It was an epic
battle of wills. James grunted and gasped and squeezed
his eyes tightly shut in concentration. Carter gripped
his hips and pushed hard, putting his back into the
effort. It was raw and primal. It reminded Glennis of
something you might see on an episode of Wild Kingdom,
the age-old battle of male animals, the instinctual
contest to see who would dominate and who would be
subjugated.

"AGGGGH!" James wailed as he lost the struggle.
"NOOO!"

To Glennis, there was no sound quite like the
anguished outrage of a man being forcibly penetrated
for the first time. And she'd never seen a portrait of
misery as profound as the expression on James' face.
It was clear that the physical pain of having his
sphincter wrenched open was nothing compared to the
agony of having his sense of manhood smashed to bits,
his peace of mind destroyed forever.

Glennis was so glad that he finally understood what
that felt like.

Carter grunted in triumph and started working his way
further inside. James balanced precariously on his
tiptoes, and the awkward position made it impossible
for him to get any purchase, impossible to resist. The
camera man captured a great shot of Carter's dick as
it slowly disappeared into James' body. With every
advance of the cock inside him, James' face registered
shocked disbelief that this could possibly be
happening to him. When Carter's dick was all the way
inside and his balls pressed firmly against his ass,
James cried out, a broken, defeated sound, more like
something you'd hear from a mistreated child than from
a big, strong policeman.

And then Carter began to move. The sound of his balls
slapping against James' ass echoed throughout the
room. And that lit an electric spark of excitement in
the crowd, as if everyone knew this was something
special, something they weren't likely ever to see
again, not matter how many men they had the pleasure
to witness being raped. 

"No! No!" James wailed, now truly hysterical. 

And Glennis smiled, because she understood his
reaction so well. It had been one kind of nightmare to
have a dick inside him. But it was hell of another
magnitude to feel that dick sliding in and out of his
body, to know that he was being fucked. That a *man*
was fucking him, and he was powerless to stop it.
Glennis licked her lips. It was so delicious.

Carter gripped James' hips, leaving marks, as he
viciously pounded into him. 

"Uuuunh! Uuuuuhn! Uuuuuhn!" The same breathless sound
was forced out of James with every cruel thrust.

Glennis could tell from the look on Carter's face that
he was focused on punishing James as brutally as he
could. She might have been annoyed by that after his
promise to bring James off, but then again, he was
putting on one of the best performances she had ever
seen. It gave her the patience she might not
ordinarily have had.

And happily, Carter did not let her down. After more
punishment than Glennis would have thought James could
take, after Carter had broken him down completely,
after James was sobbing and begging for mercy in a
constant flood of pitiful little noises, Carter
changed the angle of penetration, slowed down his
thrusts, made each stroke long and deep. 

Gradually, the sounds streaming out of James began
slowly to change. The wails became less shrill. Some
of the tension left James' body. The wails turned into
groans. His cock twitched and got harder. And then the
groans became lower and throatier, until they were
indistinguishable from moans of pleasure. 

This, finally, was what Glennis had been waiting for.
She perched on the edge of her seat, her attention
glued to every movement, every sound.

Carter moved rhythmically, almost seductively. James
moaned louder. She watched him sway on his feet, and
then his hips began to move, pushing back against
Carter, taking his dick deeper, fucking him back. He
grew more frenzied, until his body seized and he
climaxed, long, stringy ribbons of come arcing through
the air.

Everyone in the audience gasped in delighted surprise
in the same instant. James stared down at his cock as
if it were something foreign to him, something that
had betrayed him. And then, his face warmed with
shame. He'd had an orgasm from being raped, and there
were over a hundred witnesses to that fact, not to
mention a video record.

It was one of the most exquisite moments of Glennis'
life.

She would have been satisfied if that were the end of
it. But Carter had other plans. He kept up the
stimulation, in and out, in and out, hitting James'
prostate with every stroke, if the rapidity with which
his cock began to fill again was any indication. Soon
enough, he was fully erect once more, gasping, his
mouth trembling, with lust now, rather than fear. He
moaned like the whore Glennis had always known he
could be and vigorously rocked back on Carter's cock.
It wasn't too long before he came again.

His orgasm took everything out of him. He hung heavily
from the ropes, barely able to hold up his own weight.
His head sagged, and he clearly believed it was over.
So did everyone in the audience. So did Glennis, for
that matter. But Carter began to thrust again.

"Uuuuuhn!" James groaned in exhaustion.

And yet, he still couldn't help his body's reaction,
supercharged as it was by the drug he'd been given.
Carter worked him intently, and he got hard yet again.

"Please!" he begged.

Clearly, he wanted to come, one last time, and have it
over with. But Carter was coy. He would bring James to
the edge and then back off. He did it over and again.
Glennis was frankly amazed by his stamina. She
wondered what other kinds of medical procedures he'd
undergone to manage such a feat. 

James tried to thrust back to get the stimulation he
needed, but Carter held his hips firmly and controlled
his movement. 

"Come on!" James urged.

But Carter continued to tease him.

"Let me *come*!" James yelled.

Carter responded by slowing down his strokes even
more.

James' voice grew whiny and wheedling. "I need to
co-o-ome!"

Carter didn't answer, and he didn't give James what he
wanted, either. And finally Glennis understood what he
was doing. It was a gift, just for her.

"Do it. God. Just *do* it." 

James was growing more urgent. His cock was a
desperate looking purple.

But Carter refused to give him the satisfaction he
craved.

"FUCK ME!" James finally screamed at the top of his
lung. "GOD, JUST FUCK ME ALREADY!"

Carter smile at her, and Glennis felt the tingle all
over her body. Then Carter honored James' wishes and
began to fuck him hard.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me," James chanted,
meeting every stroke with a backward thrust of his own
hips.

Astonishingly, he came for the third time. Carter
continued to fuck, wildly, changing the angle to
inflict pain once more.

"Aaaaagh! Aaaaagh!" James yelled out.

Carter grew increasingly frenzied, until he froze and
then lurched forward one last time, pushing as deeply
as he could into James' body. James' face showed the
most profound disbelief as Carter pumped him full of
come. This was always Glennis' favorite part, the
moment she counted as the true defloration, even more
so than the initial penetration, the moment when a man
discovered what it felt like to have semen spurting
inside him. The shock on James' face was quickly
followed by horror, disgust, self-loathing.

And Glennis let out her breath. Finally, she had what
she wanted.

Carter pulled out, none too gently. James howled in
pain. A trickle of blood and a stream of come ran down
his legs. This broke the spell of silence. The
audience erupted into wild cheering. Carter pulled his
robe back on, bowed magnanimously and strolled off the
stage while James wept.

Glennis got up and went to instruct her staff.

"Let him down," she told Corrine. "Gently."

Corrine unfastened the rope and slowly began to lower
it. Bradshaw helped hold James up James since he was
not very steady on his feet. After Corrine finished
with the rope, she unfastened the cuffs from around
James' wrists and took them off. Bradshaw let him go.
James sank to the floor, curled into a fetal position
and sobbed like a child.

"What should we do with him?" Bradshaw asked.

"Leave him here," she said. "The guests will enjoy
seeing this, too. And it will give James time to think
about what happened here on this stage. What he
became. How much he enjoyed it. How many more times
he's going to do this in the future."

James' shoulders shook with the force of his grief.

Glennis left him huddled there and went back to her
guests. She was the hostess, after all.

(End Part Four)


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