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Chapter 4 {FdomTdomM M+M ds bd nc tort tv rape rim
sad}
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It has been some time since I have updated this
journal and I am struggling to find the courage to do
so now.  Many things have happened, the least of which
is my slide into depression and despair.  Even as it
hurts me physically I am going to detail the events of
the last few days to try and relieve the mental
torment.

I had decided that the pretence of being the sex slave
of Mistress Green was unsupportable and being tortured
when I was eventually allowed to ejaculate was the
final straw.  I resolved to return to the Federal
institution where I was unfairly imprisoned, because
even the isolation there was better than the bodily
torments I suffered in this place.  

Mistress Green had told me we would talk about the
situation, though I was only going to re-iterate my
point of view.  Even so, I found myself attending her,
kneeling by her bed for when she awoke.  The electric
shocks I had received the previous day had not
affected my libido, and while orally servicing her
while she was lying in bed I became very aroused.

She than sat on the edge of the bed and pressed my
face into her pussy as I drank her urine.  The flow
stopped, but she continued to hold me in this erotic
but undignified position.  Then she told me why.
	"I need a dump Dick, put your hands out".
I had performed this service previously, but it still
revolted me as she sat forward so her anus was clear
of the bed.  I reached out my hands, not really being
able to see what I was doing, and rather glad of the
fact.  I felt the warm faecal matter drop onto my
hands, finishing with a brief spurt of her piss that I
swallowed.

She released my head, but then turned round so her
bottom was pointed towards me.
	"Lick me clean" she commanded.  I was horrified;
usually I at least had the chance of cleaning her with
paper before tonguing her anal rose bud.  The thought
of tonguing her dirty asshole filled me with
revulsion, but I obeyed and leaning forward started to
tongue her clean. I tried to minimise the
unpleasantness by using a lot of spit, but she
complained about this and I had to lick it off her, my
spit mixed with her excrement.  The next task was to
dispose of the turds I was carrying and run her a
bath.

Only after her breakfast, but before mine, was she
amenable to talking about returning me to the Federal
institution she had rescued me from.  I immediately
started by arguing
	"Mistress Green, I want to go back because I am not
enjoying being your sex slave.  I am punished severely
when I come and there is no sex involved at all. 
Mistress Green"
	"But Dick, there is plenty of sex, I enjoyed the way
you ate my pussy this morning it was delightful"
	"Mistress Green, but it wasn't sex, it was me
pleasing you, I haven't had sex Mistress Green"
	"So you are saying you don't want to eat my pussy and
please me?" she asked.  I felt myself losing control
of the situation.
	"Mistress Green, no, its not that, its ...  Look I
enjoy pleasing you, but it is not doing anything for
me"
	"But we do lots of things for you.  The obvious ones
like food on your plate and a warm shower and bed. 
Not to mention the stimulating company." 

Before I could again protest, she held up her hand
	"Yes, I know I punish you, but that is the correct
way to show you that you did something wrong.  Did you
learn from the punishments?"
	"Mistress Green, well, yes, but..." again I was
cut-off.
	"So there you are, by your own admission you know it
is the right thing to do and agree to the punishment. 
I know that yesterday was painful but then you did
that yourself, didn't you?  You only needed to come
once and you decided to 3 times!"
	"Mistress Green, you are right, but " I am very
confused.  I don't know what to say. I try to gather
my thoughts while she continues.
	"So really the extreme pain you suffered yesterday
was down to you too, so the only actual complaint you
have is that you haven't had enough sex?!  Am I
right?"

I am so perplexed now by her convoluted arguments and
twisted logic, that I have to think about it, but her
attitude demands an answer.  I agree reluctantly.
	"Mistress Green, I guess so, Mistress Green" still
trying to organise my arguments into a coherent
picture.
	"Ok then," she says, "Benny is going to fuck you like
you have never been fucked before!  Right Benny?"  I
look around to see Mistress Benny standing near the
door, she must have entered quietly.
	"Mistress, oh yes, I'll enjoy Dick a lot Mistress. 
He'll be fucked raw when I have finished with him
Mistress!"
	"To room 2 then Dick, and get ready to be fucked."  I
don't know what to say because it seems all my
arguments fell on deaf ears.  I still wanted to return
to the prison to avoid the pain I was suffering here,
but the prospect of fucking Mistress Benny was
tempting.  She had a very trim neat figure.  Not large
tits, but neatly formed, and a very cute ass.

When we all entered room 2, me crawling along behind
Mistress Green, Mistress Benny immediately started
opening the cuffs of the restraints on a framework at
the end of the room.
	"Mistress Green, I'm not getting in that Mistress
Green, Not after yesterday!"
	"Really Dick?!" She asks, "OK then but Benny won't
fuck you when your hands are free."  Mistress Benny
looks at me and our eyes meet.  She puts on a
purposely disappointed looking expression, pouting her
lower lip at me, and then licking her lips.  She was
hot, and I was ready.  What could be the harm in it I
felt?

I let myself be strapped onto the framework, wrists as
well as ankles.  Mistress Benny immediately started
undressing me, removing the cock and ball restraint
and leaving me in nothing but stockings and high
heels.  She even removed the broad leather collar I
had been wearing which was a great relief, it had not
been removed before.  I was really looking forward to
this; my dick was already stirring as she fussed
around me.

Then Mistress Benny stood back as I looked on. 
Mistress Green was also enjoying the show, and her
lips were moist as she licked them, it looked as
though she was getting ready to play with herself. 
Great I thought, if she gets turned on maybe I could
fuck her too!

Mistress Benny first unbuttoned her blouse ever so
slowly, watching me watch her every move.  She was
wearing a white bra, and when the blouse was open at
the front she reached up to pop the strap open.  But
teasingly she kept one hand over the front of her
breasts so it did not fall off.  She then turned her
back on me and removed the blouse and undergarment. 
Her back went from broad shoulders to narrow waist and
was smooth and slightly tanned.  She turned back to
face me, her hands now cupping bare breasts.  Without
me seeing them she squeezed them and rubbed them until
she decided to take her hands away.

I had seen her tits before with their dark nipples,
but this strip had really turned me on.   She turned
her back to me again, and reached up under her skirt
to pull her panties down.  They were black and she
looked over her shoulder at me coquettishly as she
twirled them on her finger before throwing them
towards Mistress Green.  Looking away again, he hands
went to the back fastening of her skirt, and pulled
the zip down.  This revealed just the tops of her
buttocks and the beginning of her ass crack.  The
fingers then worked at the button above until it
opened.  She dropped the skirt to the floor and I
could she her magnificent bum.  It was perfectly
proportioned and heart shaped.  She was still wearing
stockings and a suspender belt, and the black contrast
of these against her fair skin highlighted the
pertness of her buttocks.

She slowly turned around.  At first I could not
understand what I was seeing, and then the shock hit
me.
	"She's got a dick!"  I exclaim. Stating what was
abundantly obvious.  At this point Mistress Green and
Mistress Benny succumb to helpless laughter.  It was
also a dick of an amazing size!  I could not imagine
how I had not seen the bulge in her skirt before; she
was hung like a horse.  {I will keep referring to
Mistress Benny in the female sense as commanded later
by Mistress Green.}

She sashayed towards me.  My gaze was fixated on her
penis.  As she watched me she mocked me.
	"Like it Dick?" as her fingers ran up and down the
shaft.  She was becoming erect as she fondled herself.
My initial shock started to turn to disgust and rage. 

	"Mistress Green, there is no way I am fucking
Mistress Benny, if Mistress is the right word for this
pervert, Mistress Green" I say with disdain.
	"Now Dick" I am shocked" she says in a similar
mocking tone to Mistress Benny's.  "You must always be
polite to Mistress Benny, even with her ... equipment.
 Benny is a pre-op transsexual but that is slightly
misleading because neither of us are interested in
removing such a useful and large tool."

Mistress Benny came closer still and then her engorged
penis met my crotch.  I had already started to lose my
erection and now it completely disappeared.  I
recoiled from the touch but Mistress Benny came and
draped herself over me, her hard on rubbing my crotch.
 Even though I strained at the restraints I could not
escape.  Mistress Green continued
	"Really Dick.  It now looks like you don't want
Mistress Benny to fuck you at all after all the drama
earlier."
	"Mistress Green, no not at all.  Mistress Green, I
want to leave here right now Mistress Green!"

Mistress Green settled back and became serious.  As
she spoke I only had half an ear on what she was
saying until the full import hit me.  Mostly I was
trying to avoid Mistress Benny's touch, which was
futile.  She pushed her hard cock into my crotch,
using it to play with mine.  Then her hands started
too, rubbing her own erection and playing with my limp
member.  Mistress Green explained the situation.
	"It is true I could return you to rot away in your
featureless call for the rest of your life, but it is
a mistake to think that the choice is yours.  It is
mine, and since I have found you amenable so far then
I am going to continue training you.  Is that clear?" 
I only latch on to the sense of the sentence as she
finishes.  I catch myself nodding, still distracted by
the large cock rubbing against me to my revulsion.
	"Mistress Green.  Yes Mistress Green."  As I mentally
replay what she has said, I suddenly protest,
	"Mistress Green, no, I don't want to be your slave,
take me back.  Now!  Mistress Green."

With that statement Mistress Green jumps up and coming
swiftly towards me slaps me hard across the face,
once, twice.  I am shocked and immediately stop my
protestations.  Her voice becomes hard and nasty.
	"That Dick is the last outburst from you, I grow
tired of being reasonable.  Shut up and listen."  My
ears burn with embarrassment and I forget about the
penis that is molesting me.
	"Your training so far has been adequate.  You
preferred to serve me than the alternative, which is
good.  You actually performed reasonably!  By your own
choice you have submitted to minor punishments and
some small anal penetration."  I blanch at the 'small
anal penetration'.  If what I have experienced is
small, what had she in mind for 'large'?
	"You have made good progress as my toilet slave,
drinking my pee and licking my excrement.  Massaging,
my sexual satisfaction and so on has been fair."

Mistress Green explains the next stage of my training
as follows.
	"So far have you managed by your own will, but I now
need to enhance that.  Your performance has been OK,
but I am going to expect a lot more energy, a lot more
zest as you go about your duties.  When you are
tonguing my anus it must be enthusiastic, it must feel
like you want to extend your tongue into my anus and
lick all you find there.  When you are begging for
punishment or thanking me for it I want to feel the
depth of the emotion.
	"How is this to be achieved?  Fear.  Fear on your
part of the immense pain I can inflict on you when I
want.  Fear so intense that you will gladly submit to
something as minor as a beating because the
alternative is much worse."

With those words she goes and finds a silver object
and asks Mistress Benny to clean it for her, and then
continues.
	"Room 2 here is the extreme pain room.  Its purpose
is to provide the instruments to inflict extreme pain.
 Hopefully you will never ever have to visit here
again, because the only reason to be here is to hurt
you badly.  But to mark the passage from self
motivation to external threat I must hurt you, hurt
you so much you fear to visit here again.
	"This little gadget is to remind you of this lesson"

Te object she held up was either silver or chrome
plated, very bright and shiny.  It was shaped in a
figure eight, hinged on one side.  Other much smaller
rings adorned the edges.  Mistress Green carried on
the describing the thing.
	"You will notice the clasp at the bottom.  It is
designed so that when it is closed it is impossible to
open.  And you can see that the middle arm is designed
to pierce and join together too.  The purpose of this
restraint is to hold your cock and balls in a suitable
position, replacing the temporary restraint you are
wearing now."

By now Mistress Green had come close enough for me to
see the contrivance.  I was a little puzzled, and
without really thinking of it voiced the question that
frightened me in the possible answer.
	"Mistress Green, but the hole is awfully small and
why are there two loops Mistress Green." Dreading the
answer that I could see coming.

	"Quite right Dick" she replies.  "Obviously the top
loop encompasses your dick and the bottom loop your
balls.  The middle arm will pierce your scrotum
between them.  As you can see, it is vaguely pointed,
though it might be better to describe it as a punch to
penetrate that sensitive area."  As she said this she
smiled at me coldly.  "Don't worry, Mistress Benny is
very skilled, there is a good chance she won't
puncture anything vital!"

	I cried out in despair.  Panicking, tearfully, more
scared than I had ever felt in my life.
	"Mistress Green, no. Please Mistress; there is no
need for that.  I will gladly act as your slave and
toy; I will do anything you ask of me if you don't
attach that to my balls. Mistress Green."  She handed
the polished metal back to Mistress Benny and went to
sit on the stool.  She regarded me coolly, and ignored
my protestations.
	"Mistress Green.  Really I mean it; I will do
anything you want me to.  Please." I beg her,
literally crying now, feeling a tight pressure in my
chest from anxiety.  "I will satisfy you in anyway you
desire without thought of my own pleasures, I will
crawl at you feet, drink your pee and gladly consume
your excrement.  Anything Mistress.  I beg you most
humbly Mistress."

It is fruitless.  Mistress Benny reaches out and pulls
my limp member as out from my body.  I am so scared my
penis has shrunk to the size of a ten year old. 
Mistress Benny is really turned on, and as she pulls
my dick, uses her the other hand to masturbate her
great cock, rubbing it up and down and down my inner
thigh.  Displacing the disgust I feel earlier I seize
on a new idea
	"Mistress Green, I can do it, I would love to fuck
Mistress Benny please Mistress.  I'd love to suck her
mighty cock.  She could use my ass as much as she
likes." I plead.  "Anything." I squeal as Mistress
Benny stops rubbing her cock and places the cold metal
hinge up over the shaft of my limp member.  "I'll..."
I try to desperately think of anything that might
satisfy this demon Mistress.  "I'll even swallow her
come!" I manage as I feel the metal arms press against
the sides of my ball sack.

I don't know what else to say as I feel Mistress Benny
manipulating my balls, forcing the blood vessels and
other anatomical tubing out of the path of the punch
ends.
	"Please Mistress.  Have mercy." I cry as I watch the
cool detached woman who is intending to inflict so
much pain.  I am now crying freely, and my breath
comes in sobs as my mind shuts down to the impending
torture.

Mistress Green speaks and I feel an immediate surge of
hope.
	"Yes Dick.  Hold on Benny" she says.  Mistress Benny
looks at Mistress Green in surprise.  I immediately
grasp this opening.
	"Mistress Green, I will Mistress.  I will.  I'll do
anything for Mistress Benny.  I'll suck her cock and
drink her come.  She can use my ass as much as she
likes.  I'll do anything for you Mistress."  I explain
triumphantly, relieved and astounded that I know I
mean it, that I would do anything to please her and
avoid the pain she was going to inflict.

Mistress Green comes close to Mistress Benny, and
takes the clamp in her hands.  She smiles at me and I
smile back.  Relieved that I am going to be spared the
torment promised.  That relief is as short lived as
the second it takes to imagine.  Still smiling,
Mistress Green closes the figure eight, the first
click indicating it is fixed in position round my
balls, the arms in the middle now tightly clamping my
scrotum.  Mistress Green addresses me.
	"I know you will Dick.  But you are going to be so
much more enthusiastic and obliging once you know how
painful I can make your existence."

Stepping back she releases the restraint to Mistress
Benny.
	"Close it Benny" Mistress Green commands as she
resumes her position watching the proceedings.
"Slowly."
	Immediately I feel the pressure on my all sack
increase.  I start gasping out any wild promises I can
think of, anything to prevent the mounting pressure.
	"Mistress Green, no, I swear I'll do anything you
want me to.  Willingly, anything, God as my witness,
forever I'll serve as your sex toy, toilet,
anything..."

The pressure is becoming too much and I start
screaming from the pain.  I cannot describe the
white-hot agony as the two parts press against my
flesh, crushing and cutting through the skin. 
Unbelievably the pain mounts each fraction of a second
as the jaws close.  The pain is so intense I feel
detached from my body, just swimming in the waves of
agony from my crotch.  The type of pain changes as the
jaws are gripping so tightly they start to cut a hole
through.  

I think I hear, or maybe I imagine I hear the jaws of
the restraint closing, but at that moment it becomes
too much as I pass out from the pain.


I regained consciousness much later in the middle of
the night.  I had a vague recollection of stumbling,
supported, back to my bed where I curled foetally
round the agony of my pierced ball sack.  As I felt
the fire in my crotch I moaned, but found the pain
bearable.  Movement still made me wince, but my
training at least enabled me to continue to
recuperate.  I very carefully sat up and considered my
position.  There was a blood on the sheets, but the
wound had lightly scabbed over and did not appear to
be bleeding, the design of the clamp pinching the skin
around the physical tear which only allowed a small
amount of blood to escape.

I realised and knew immediately what I had to do.  It
was pointless to wait any longer and submit to any
more indignities and cruel punishments, I had to
escape, run, walk, whatever to the nearest town.  I
had to find a phone and call my family and friends and
explain the situation.  Nothing that happened to me
made any sense, it is a nightmare from which I
resolved to escape, whatever I had to do.

My first problem was clothes, and rather than risk
fumbling around the house looking for something more
appropriate I chose to wear the stockings and
suspenders that I was usually made to wear.  I knew
that the drawers of the chest in my room contained a
short black maid's skirt, and a tight, thin cotton
blouse, and these would have to do.  The only shoes I
had were the high heels.  I thought of the shame of
having to wear these in public, but anything was
better than nothing so I carefully clothed myself. 
The lack of panties and the openness of the skirt was
actually a blessing since there was nothing to press
against my painful scrotum.

Tip-toeing through the house as silently as possible I
let myself out of the house, and heart leaping at the
freedom started to scuttle along the drive way.  The
pain prevented me from running, but I found I could
walk rapidly, carefully keeping my thighs from
pressing my crotch.  

The pebbled driveway gave way to a narrow country
road.  Metalled, but unmarked.  The air was clean and
clear, and the moon cast a bright light over my
footsteps.  The night air was cold and I was soon
shivering from nervousness and the temperature,
hugging myself with my arms.  I was nervous because
there were no obvious signs of approaching
civilisation, just the road that continued between
high hedges, broken infrequently by typical farm gates
that led on to mysterious ploughed farmland.

I carried on walking, trying to maintain the pace.  My
feet started to hurt from the exercise wearing the
heels.  Lack of nutrition and loss of blood started to
make me feel giddy.  Still I persevered; thinking
ahead there would be a town, lights, warmth and a
phone.  Then the unexpected happened.  From behind me,
distant but growing louder, I heard the distinctive
sound of a car engine.  I did not know what to do. 
The hedge on either side was too tall to jump and
hide, my best hope was a gate so I started running as
fast as the heels and the pain allowed me.  

It was not to be, and I saw the lights of the car play
erratically across the road surface, as all too soon
it started to come closer.  My immediate fear was that
it was Mistress Green coming after me, and this had me
running as fast as I could, teeth clenched in agony,
nearly screaming with the pain.  By then the car had
me fully in its headlight and there was no way I could
hope to evade the observation of the occupants.  I
resignedly fell to a limping walk, shoulders drooping
in despair.

My heart leapt again, and then steadied in caution as
the car drove past.  I expected and hoped it would
just keep going, but became nervous as it stopped
several hundred yards in front.  Clearly it was not
Mistress Green but I was reticent to approach too
closely.  As I neared the car I saw with horror that
it was a patrol of the local law enforcement.  Almost
as bad as if it had been Mistress Green herself.  I
did not recognise the name of the town but I would
have liked to avoid entanglements with any members of
any government agency.  They were the ones who had
imprisoned me, and convicted me of unspecified
offences that had landed me in this situation.

My walk became slower and slower as I got closer to
the car but it had obviously stopped waiting for me,
so I had to walk past, apprehensively not knowing what
to expect.  I had walked right pass the car when the
officer wound-down a window and said something like
	"Are you alright ma'am? Walking alone on these narrow
lanes late at night could be risky." He sounded young
and reasonable.  I knew I couldn't just ignore him and
had to answer.  I stumbled out a brief
	"I'm fine".

Hearing my voice obviously surprised him.
	"Sir?  Would you care for a ride into town?" he
asked, sounding a little confused, and worryingly
interested. I had no idea where I was or where I was
going to I decided it could be worth the risk, and
accepted the lift, explaining,
	"I was on my way back from a fancy-dress party.  Yes,
a lift would be great."  Seeing the guy for the first
time he did not question my explanation, merely
lifting an eyebrow at the story.

I got into the front seat of the car, very carefully
pulling the skirt as far down over my knees as I could
manage.  Not knowing if it was better to keep quiet or
continue with the conversation.  The officer was happy
to drive, and watch the road without looking at me,
and I was content to let him.  In the car it only took
minutes to reach the pool of light of a small sleepy
town and I was glad that I did not have to travel the
distance on foot.  The officer did not ask me where I
wanted to go, and the first I realised we had arrived
at his destination was when we pulled into the rear of
a square station office.  The gate had opened and
closed automatically behind the car so I realised I
was going to have to accompany the officer into the
station before reaching the street and freedom
outside.  

Leading the way in, the officer held the door open for
me and then followed behind.  The place seemed
deserted, but I saw one or two shadows in a few
isolated, lit offices.  I did not know where I was
going, but thought that if I just kept walking the
exit would become obvious, however the officer
scuttled ahead, and opened a particular door.
	"Come in here and have a cup of tea", he said.  I was
very reluctant to do so, and only stood in the door, 
	"I really have to get home" I said, "it is late
enough, if you can just show me out, I'd appreciate
it."
	"Nonsense" the officer said, pushing me gently into
the room, "sit down for a second." I'll be back with
some a cup of coffee."  
	
With that he closed the door behind me, forcing me
fully into the room.  I was now extremely scared.  Had
they recognised me?  I did not believe that the
government would circulate the description of every
convicted offender around the area, especially as I
had been framed on some unknown unspecific charge. I
thought that I would wait just a minute and then slip
out of the building unnoticed.  Alas I had no
opportunity because the officer returned quickly with
the coffee.  He brought it black, no sugar, no milk,
but even so I had not tasted anything so fine in a
long while, and the warmth soothed and calmed me.

The illusion of peace was shattered however when he
sat opposite me and taking a notepad and pen, asked
me,
	"Well then, Sir, I am sure you wouldn't mind giving
me a few details, like your name, and where you are
headed?"  He looked at me expectantly.  I licked my
dry lips.
	"My name is Dick", I began before correcting myself,
so ingrained was the habit of answering by that
humiliating label.  
	"That is my name is Richard Simons", I stumbled on,
quickly replying with a fictitious name.  
	"I am only trying to get home from a party."

The officer was looking at me closely, but seemed
satisfied, making some notes on the pad.
	"And where is that, " he paused, "sir?"  I did not
know where I was.  
	"I actually come from a way away." I tell him, "but I
am staying in the town with a friend.  Just along the
main street, above the cafe".  I tried to sound
confident and consistent, knowing this was a bare
faced lie.  Again the officer didn't say anything, but
made some notes on the paper.

	"Please sit there sir, I won't be long" he said.  I
immediately protested.  
	"But I really need to get home while it is not too
late, you're not holding me for anything are you?" I
queried. He stood up, 
	"Just wait one moment and we'll sort this out".  I
also jumped up, far too quickly, because the pain in
my crotch stabbed at my abdomen so I winced. 
	"Now wait a moment yourself" I said, "you can't just
keep me here!"

I had walked around the table to confront the officer,
but he noticed something. Looking at the floor he
asked me,
	"Is that blood sir?  Why are you bleeding? Can you
explain that?"  
Horrified I looked at the floor and realised that my
scrotum was obviously bleeding again, and there was a
distinct trail of blood spots on the floor.  I did not
know what to say and feebly replied
	"Oh, its nothing, not important, it always happens
when I am stressed." He was obviously not impressed by
the excuse and told me
	"I am fetching the surgeon while you stay here.  Do
you understand?"
I nodded dumbly.  Hoping that when he left I would
still be able to slip out.  My hopes were dashed when
I heard the murmur of several voices outside as the
officer went out.  I guessed there were more people in
the hallway outside.

My heart was beating frantically as I tied to decide
what to do, and came to the conclusion that the best
idea was to just brazen it out.  After all there was
nothing they could hold me for was there?  All too
quickly the officer again entered the room, this time
accompanied by an attractive oriental looking woman,
wearing a very smart uniform, her hair tied up
severely behind her.
	"What seems to be the problem? " she enquires to both
the officer and myself.  I again stumble out a "oh its
nothing" but she looks at me severely.
	"He is bleeding somewhere" the officer informs her in
a helpful tone.  With that we all solemnly examine the
sports on the floor.

The medical woman just looks at me and gives me a
questioning look.
	"Its rather embarrassing I say", and she smiles and
tells me,
	"Well I am a qualified nurse, so you don't have to be
shy.  I have seen everything in the few years I have
been working here"
Slightly reassured, but still uncomfortable, I turn my
back on the officer so that only the nurse can see as
I raise the skirt.  The impaled scrotum and the gadget
doing the impaling are obvious, as is the blood that
has started to dry again.

The nurse gasps, raising her hand to her face,
covering her astonishment, though I am slight annoyed
to see that she is nearly smiling.
	"Good god" she says, reaching for my member.  I step
back protesting, "Please, it still hurts an awful
lot."
She glances at me and then tells the officer
	"You have to come and see this".  I protest and drop
the skirt, only to have the nurse immediately grip it
and raise it again as the officer comes round to look.

I am very shy about this, but cannot think of an easy
way of snatching the skirt from the nurses' grip and
hiding my genitals again.
	"I think you are going to have to tell me the whole
story he tells me looking me in the eye.  Not knowing
if it is a great idea I commence to tell an
abbreviated history of my captivity with Mistress
Green.  Skipping a lot of the sordid details,
carefully explaining any physical abuses, the whipping
etc.,. And very deliberately leaving out how I came to
serve her in the first place.

A little way into the narrative the nurse told me that
there was nothing she could do, but not to worry it
was healing nicely.  I was not totally assured by this
statement but carried on telling the other officer the
details.  I started by sitting down, but was
continuously interrupted by the nurse bringing another
colleague to look at my pierced ball sack. To start
with I protested that it was undignified that
everybody should see my infliction, but she insisted
it was necessary, 
	"For the case".

By then I was standing facing away from the door,
surrounded by a group of guys, and the nurse as I held
my skirt up, and they each carefully regarded the
humiliating device attached to my organ.  As the tale
approached the end where I was picked up on the lane,
I was at least hopeful that I would get away from here
and back to my normal life, though maybe as an outlaw,
when I hard something to cause my heart to drop into
the deepest pit of despair.

A slow clapping came from the door, as I looked around
I saw Mistress Green and Mistress Benny, smartly
addressed, standing there.
	"A beautiful story Dick I am surprised you had the
imagination for such a delightful tale."
My face burned with shame, and I blurted out.  
	"That's her, that 's the bitch that has done this to
me.  And the pervert that helped her, arrest them now.
 Go on!" I was nearly shouting pointing an accusing
finger at the woman who was my nemesis.

Strangely the officers just stood around looking
amused, and then Mistress Green walked over to the
officer who had picked me up, and told him
	"You did well to inform me Jake" Jake obviously being
the officers name. "I will take the slut home with me
now, after you've had a little fun as a reward for
your inconvenience".
	"You can't do this," I stutter out. "This woman has
used and abused me while pretending to be my lawyer,
my counsel. You must arrest her don't you all
understand?"
I felt an inescapable foreboding as they merely
watched, amused at the scene.  

Mistress Green walked over to where I stood, and I
noted, inconsequentially that, even in heels she was
about the same height as me.  She smiled sweetly, and
said
	"You are only making things harder on your self,
Dick" the rest of her words were lost as she reached
up and savagely pulled the metal constraint securing
my cock and balls.  The pain drove all thought from my
mind as I fell to the floor screaming.  The pain
seemed as intense as when it had first invaded my
scrotum, but this time it must have been less because
I did not pass out.
"And so" she said, as my screams died to sobs, what
are we going to do with you now Dick?"

I curled on the floor sobbing, knowing that the
nightmare had become worse.  I bitterly knew it was a
rhetorical question, and was not surprised when
Mistress Green continued.
	"Since all this silliness started because you refused
Benny's magnificent tool when you so wanted to be
fucked, then that I think is a great place to give
recompense don't you think?  In fact, I think all the
gentlemen here would be interested in your sweet tight
virgin ass?"  I continued to ignore my surroundings
until Mistress Green, stood and said menacingly
	"On your knees Dick", tell me what you are going to
do"

Quickly I scrambled to my knees, and stammered out
	"I am going to let Mistress Benny and the other men
have my ass Mistress," I quietly say.
Mistress Green sounds amused, and asks
	"Just have your ass dick?  I think you are going to
enthusiastically suck them and let them fuck your ass
deeply and widely isn't that it Dick"
	"Mistress, yes Mistress" I know this is not enough,
and trying to swallow my bile at the thought of what I
was saying
	"Mistress I am going to suck their cocks, and then
beg them to fuck my tight little virgin ass, Mistress"
	"Exactly Dick" she tells me, "So lets get started, I
think you should start on Benny. Crawl over there and
show us what a fine performer of fellatio you are
Dick"

With a heavy heart I obey, crawling towards the
beautiful transsexual.  Noticing the fine shaped legs
in dark nylons, and surprisingly small feet.  Mistress
Benny just stood there as I pushed my head under her
knee length skirt.  I could not see anything, but
sensed the manhood, in her brief pants.  Reluctantly,
I reached up and carefully dragged the pants down over
her hips, releasing her penis {a strange expression,
but one I have had to become accustomed to in dealing
with Mistress Benny} so the hot semi erect member
bounced on my face, causing me to recoil.
Mistress Benny ordered me, 
	"No hands Dick, just your mouth".  Knowing I was
going to have to do this I wet my lips and placed them
around the end of the fat cock I could not see, but
feel by its heat.  The act was simple, but the feeling
was immensely shameful, I had never considered myself
gay, or attracted to men, and in honesty thought that
the male sex organ an ugly thing.

Nearly gagging with the thought I started to suck,
trying to remember how I had performed fellatio on the
toys Mistress Green had given me.  The hot meat in my
mouth felt strange, in shape and texture.  Trying very
hard to keep my teeth away from the delicate shaft,
allowing my tongue to hold the hardening member.  My
mouth was wet and I found it easy to suck the penis
deep inside before pulling away on the shaft.  Once
fully into giving Mistress Benny oral sex, she lifter
her skirt so all the other people in the room could
enjoy the humiliating spectacle.

I must have been doing something right because
Mistress Benny started to buck her hips and force more
of her dick into my mouth.  I could not resist as she
held my head and thrust in hard, almost making me gag
as I fought to stop her choking me.  She seemed to
enjoy the struggle because now the dick was fully
hard, engorged and firm, pushing against the roof and
back of my mouth and I started to panic at the
sensation and lack of air.

After a while she slowed and stopped, but my brief
reprieve was short as I realised that she was going to
violate my rear hole.  I saw the waiting officers
grinning and laughing, and my face burned red, but I
knew I could not resist as Mistress Green bade me bend
over and hold my knees.  My ass hole puckered tight
and again I felt the revulsion at what was going to
happen.  Mistress Benny made it worse; prolonging the
moment as I felt the tip of her cock, touch my virgin
ass.  Just rubbing up and down to start, not trying to
force its way in but increasing the tension as it
rubbed the cooling saliva over my anus.  Finally she
stopped moving about and held on to my hips.  I bit my
lip, and blinked hot ashamed tears as I felt the
pressure of her cock on my ass build.

There was nothing I could do against the mounting
pressure, and soon I feel it force itself inside of
me, pushing deeply into my anal tract.  Violating my
anus as Mistress Green had done previously.  I started
to dryly retch, and mistress Green ordered me to show
my enjoyment

This was worse as I had to stammer out imprecations
	"Mistress Benny, that feels so good Mistress.  I love
the feeling of your large hot cock in my arse.
Mistress " I was now crying openly at the shame which
increased the enjoyment of the spectators.

I felt distant and detached, more aware in the pain in
my cock, than the splitting of my ass, as Mistress
Benny started to pound away.  As her strokes into my
ass increased in power and depth I began to feel the
hurt there too.  I would try and lean away, but
Mistress Benny had a firm grip.

	"Oh no dick" Mistress Green cautioned.  "You must
really want it deep inside you.  Do you want me to ask
Benny to hold you cock restraint as she enters you?" 
The thought of the pain horrified me, so I obliged
Mistress Benny as much as I could, consciously
relaxing the muscles of my sphincter, pushing back
despite the mild pain so much more bearable than the
thought of someone touching my pierced sack so soon.

I encouraged her verbally too,
	"Mistress Benny, yes, that feel so great, fuck me
deep in the ass Mistress please use my ass Mistress" I
begged her.

It was not long after that Benny stopped, and pulled
their cock out from the depths of my anus.  My ass
felt open to the air, distant and hurting as the penis
left.  

Mistress Benny moved round to my face, offering her
soiled member to my mouth again.  I could see she had
not ejaculated, but it was even more difficult to
accept the organ in my mouth.  Again she grabbed my
head and forced as much as she could while I struggled
not to gag, and try and clean the bitter tasting cock
with my tongue.

Mistress Benny had barely moved away, when another
crotch entered my view.  A strange cock was presented
to me and I again nearly vomited at the thought of
sucking this alien object.  My senses seemed trained
on this new humiliation and I could see every detail. 
The thick pulsing shaft, enormous purple glans,
foreskin already stretched back revealing its blatant
purpose.  The base surrounded by a thick bush of curly
black pubic hair, where as Mistress Benny had been
smooth.  Nothing made the task more obvious that I was
going to suck this male member.  As I hesitated a
voice commanded

	"Well, then suck it bitch! As deep as it can go."  A
large rough pair of hands again grabbed my head and
the penis was forced mightily into my mouth.  I
immediately tried to gag, as it pushed against the
back of my throat.  I could not breathe and could only
feel myself try to vomit as the hands held my face
near to the fusty smelly crotch.  I panicked and
started to scrabble unsuccessfully, not being able to
stand properly, my hands not being able to break the
grip.

Distantly I heard,
	"He's a pathetic sucker isn't he Green.  You need to
train him to deep-throat more enthusiastically." I
heard cruel laughter, but was not paying much
attention except to my lack of breath.

I was seriously considering biting the invasive cock
when it was removed from my mouth.  I took several
shuddering breaths, as I could finally taste the air
again.  Without the same tantalising indignity of
Mistress Benny's slow penetration, I felt the second
cock I had just been sucking thrust into my ass hole. 
It had nearly recovered from Mistress Benny's
ministration, so the fast and hard pounding made me
scream and try and pull away.  Hands holding my hips,
prevented me, and the same aggressive voice growled
	"You want me to pull your pathetic dick and show you
real pain?  Then for fucks sake tell me how much you
are enjoying this?"

That was the last thing I wanted so even though it
revolted me to do so, I immediately started the
pathetic begging and pleading they enjoyed, knowing
that I obviously did not enjoy the treatment and
getting a thrill from the indignity.
	"Yes, yes, oh that feels good, Master" the words
offending my feelings but needing to avoid any more
pain. "Yes, fuck my ass deep and hard Master"

I did not have to plead for long because another penis
was presented to my mouth, and I again became more
panicked about my breathing then the burning abusing
pain in my ass.  I had one cock pushing deep in my
mouth as I tried to tongue the member and take quick
breathes when it was withdrawn enough, and I was also
conscious of the pounding as another cock was forcing
my ass, wide and open and intruding deep into my
bowels.  At least with my mouth stuffed with another
member I did not have to humiliate myself by begging
to be abused in the ass, and saying how much I was
enjoying it.

I lost all sense of time as I was abused, anally and
forced to suck cock, bent over, my anus used by the
same.  I tried to consciously ignore the act I was
performing, disgusted and frightened at what was
happening.  The next clear impression I had was when,
after some particularly painful, thrusting, the
gentleman using my ass stopped and withdrew.

What made this more unpleasant than before was the
trickle of liquid I felt down my thigh.  It could have
been the wound in my scrotum bleeding again, but I had
the nauseous idea that it was probably the semen that
was ejaculated into my ass.  As soon as that prick had
been removed there was s a jockeying for position, and
the soiled cock was presented to my mouth, while the
recently sucked penis took the place behind.  The
gentleman's creamy white spunk still adhered in traces
to the tip of his cock.  This made the subsequent oral
exercise harder, his member might be going flaccid
which meant it couldn't be forced to the back of my
throat, but the salty taste of the semen made me want
to puke from shame.

The following cocks that I serviced blended into a
nightmarish unending parade.  I would suck a
gentleman's hard erection, tonguing it and trying to
breathe as he thrust it as hard as he could into my
mouth, while another penis pierced my anus.  When this
load was ejaculated into my ass, he would present his
cock to be cleaned, and then I would start on the next
male member to abuse me.  

My ass became sore and aflame with fire, matching the
still painful piercing of my ball sack.  I could not
feel my sphincter and couldn't try to squeeze it shut;
it felt as though it was now permanently open and
distended from the abuse it had taken.  My throat was
raw from the male flesh pushed into it, and I could
not remove the slimy, salty taste of the semen from my
mouth.  I could also taste the blood and excrement
from my own back passage and I hoped the blood was
from my injury rather than any lesions inside my
bowels.

I could only suck and submit so I had no idea of the
number of gentlemen using my body.  After several
cocks, there came a time when only my ass was being
used.  I felt disassociated from my body, and could
covertly look around.  Maybe half a dozen officers
were in the room, but they were now looking at the
female nurse, and Mistress Benny fucking on the
tabletop.  It looked very erotic, seeing Mistress
Benny's wonderful female shaped body from behind, neat
heart shaped bottom, moving against the naked nurse'
pussy.  Unless you observed from the front, when you
would see Mistress Benny's hard cock, and incongruous
little pert tits.  Mistress Benny was not only fucking
the nurse, but being surprising vicious about it too. 
She was using her nails to scratch and rend the
nurses' skin, leaving angry red trails and even
ribbons of blood in places.  She was using her mouth,
biting the voluminous breasts of the nurse.  All this
and the nurse was greatly enjoying it.  Begging to be
fucked and hurt at the same time.

Even in my black and abstract mood I felt a wave of
despair thinking that this was going to be my fate
slaving to Mistress Green, begin used and having to
enjoy the pain and abuse.

Just then my mind was brought back to my current
predicament as one of the gentlemen realised I was not
sucking anyone.
	"Does the bitch drink piss Green?" he asked, and I
was shocked to see Mistress Green nod her head.
	"Oh yes" she affirmed "he is trained, Just use him as
you wish"

The man who had spoken, again unbuttoned his fly and
taking the limp flaccid cock again offered it to my
mouth.  He made no move to force it in, and I was
reluctant to take the glistening end. 
	"Just yank his crotch restraint if he misbehaves"
enjoined Mistress Green, and fearing the pain I
immediately put my lips around the end of the dick.

It felt even stranger with the bulbous end of a
flaccid cock in my mouth than with an erect one. 
Quickly I was focused on swallowing the stream of
urine that spurted from the end, like sucking on a
large meat straw.  The flavour was very unpleasant, I
do not know why, more salty and musty than Mistress
Green's urine.  I struggled to control my vomiting as
I swallowed.  At one point I did heave, but managed to
keep it in my mouth and swallow again.

Of course, after this one gentleman had used me as a
toilet the others became enthusiastic too, and I had
to drink several pints of urine.  Towards the end it
felt as though I could not drink anymore and I
struggled to swallow the piss that filled my mouth. 
When everyone had enough.  I stayed there, in
position.  Aware of how I looked, naked ass in the
air, ass hole distended, bleeding and dripping with
come.  My face hung low, my throat barely able to
swallow and only tasting the humiliating flavour of
the piss I had drunk.

Mistress Green then commanded me to crawl to the
nurse, Amy, and clean her pussy and be her toilet. 
This at least did not feel as degrading.  Amy had a
shaven cunt.  Her skin was very white and the pussy
lips a strongly contrasting red.  I feared that
Mistress Benny had filled her with spunk but her slit
was just wet with her own juices.  I used my tongue as
I had been taught to lick her clean.  Licking along
the length of her pussy lips, pushing my tongue inside
her vagina, exploring under the hood for her clit.

When she sighed and lay back I took the cue, and
fastening my mouth over her, accepted her stream of
piss.   My mouth filled, and I had to concentrate
rally hard to swallow, in the end I was not sure how I
managed.  Feeling sick, nauseous, in pain in my crotch
and ass, I kneeled on the floor at Mistress Green's
feet.

	"There is one more person you need to satisfy Dick."
Mistress Green told me.  Mistress Benny still has not
fucked you enough.  I swallowed dpainfully, my dry
throat not lubricated by the piss I had drunk.
	"Mistreess, I am ready to be fucked in the ass by
Mistress Benny Mistress."  I was too exhausted to be
more imaginative, and waited for the inevitable
diatribe for not showing the proper enthusiasm.   With
more foreboding Mistress Green carried on.
	"You must have noticed Dick, theat Benny is much more
passionate when you are suffering distress?"  This is
a rhetorical question and I do not have time to agree
to this steatment as she bids us all go out to the
car.  I crawl at Misress GReen's heels, and everybody
follows along.  Making ribald comments at my expense,
complimenting or insulting my ass and demeanour.

When we reach the car I am told to bend over the hood,
and I resignedly do so, fully expecting to be fucked
in the ass by Mistress Benny, but,  my expectations
are changed when two of the officers are instructed to
hold me in place.  I start to panic, and struggle, but
the position is not inducive to escape, and merely
results in catcalls about my bottom wriggling around.

Then I notice that Mistress Benny, wearing a leather
glove has gathered a handful of nettles and is
advancing towards me with them bransidished like
awhip.  I immediately start struggling more earnestly,
and futilly begging for mercy, for anyone to stop
this.

Mistress Benny takes her time, swinging the nettles
back and forth.  I have a powerful fear of nettles
since childhood, and the thought of them being applied
anyehere near my sensitive ass was horrifing. 
Mistress Benny uses her other hand to stroke her
enormous cock, fully proud and erect, which was even
gaining compliemtns from all the gentlemen gathered
around.

Finally I realised that my snivelling and crying were
not going to have any effect as she brushed the weeds
lightly over my ass.  The pain was terrific. 
Different from the whippings and piercings and other
tortures that had been inflicted on me.  It burnt like
fire.  Hot and immediate, many of the nerve endings
aflame with pain.  I literally screamed at the
sensation, and each new swipe of the nettles increased
the volume until m throat was raw.  Mistress Benny
addressesed my ass, making sure that each centimeter
was affected.  The backs and insides of my thighs too.

Worse was when she ran the nettles up between my legs.
 The leaves and fronds pulling across my already
painful balls, and then up my ass crack over my abused
anus.

The pain was intense, but not such that I passed out,
but enough that when Mistress Benny did eventually
impale my ass on her cock, the feeling was a
continuation of the pain already inflicted.

I eventually ran out of breath and screams though the
pain continued with no apparent sign of releif.  I
slowly became aware of the pounding in my ass, but
only because my sphincter was extended so much by the
pounding cock of Mistress Benny.  I barely noticed
when she came and poured her hot seed deep inside my
body, and it was almost without thought that I finally
cleaned that magnificent cock.

After providing an evenings entertainment I was
unceremoniously bundled into the boot of Mistress
Green's car.  Hot stiffling, in pain and desperate to
relieve myself.  I heard Mistress Green conversing
outside, but the words were indistinct and muffled
that I could not hear the intent.  Finally the engine
started, car doors slammed and we drove off.

The trip back to what I imagined was Mistress Greens
mansion seemed to take longer than my brief escape. 
My body still hurt and burned.  I felt nauseous,
bloated and ashamed.  I felt the darkest despair,
realising that there was no way I could escape Misress
Green without expecting the same treatment if I were
caught in the act.

Finally the car stopped and doors slammed, and I had
at least the hope of release from this uncomfortable
confinement.  But my hopes were in vain, nobody came
to release me and I waited in that dark cramped space.
 My desire to pee mounted, and I was desparate, until
finally I could wait no longer and released the hot
feotid stream over my body and legs to pool beneath me
in the boot of the car, spreading until my face and
hair were lying in the stinking pool.  In my misery I
slept.



	
	
		
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