Torture The Widow

Chapter 11– Sisterly Love 5

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This is the part I really enjoyed reading. I only wish I had been there to see it in person and contribute.

A sharp prick in my inner thigh startled me from my unconscious state. Man was I fucked up. Dope and young pussy will do that to you.

"Twenty CCs of adrenalin will wake them up. There's no point in playing with them if they're unconscious," someone said.

I felt a cool touch where the prick had been moments before and the smell of alcohol entered my nostrils. I recalled being told that the Donaldson women included a number of trained army nurses. Rozz, what's the point of healing them by day if you plan to torture the shit out of them at night?

The adrenalin had an immediate effect. I regained consciousness and opened my eyes. The sight that greeted them made me want to close them and start screaming my lungs out; but I was still too blown away from Keith's high-octane weed for that.

I was on my back looking up toward a high ceiling. For whatever reasons, I knew I was in a basement. Maybe it was the floor joists in the overhead or the rough stone floor or just the look and smell of the place. Or as Charlie said, the place was a fucking dungeon and we all know dungeons are in the basement.

I was stretched out on a flat surface made of rough wood. My arms were pulled straight over my head. My feet were drawn in the opposite direction. And when I say stretched I mean there was serious tension. I felt like my arms were being ripped out of their sockets and my hip sockets felt the same. The odd part was that there was something in the small of my back that elevated my middle higher than my hands of feet. When I glanced downward, I found myself looking at the top of my belly. I was not comfortable.

"So what is Coleman on?" spoke a familiar voice.

"This is the General's rack. It's an exact copy of one found in a French chateau, circa 1450," said a woman's voice.

"What does circa mean, Mrs. Donaldson?" said a voice I recognized as Corrine's.

"About or approximately, when it not possible to know the exact date, we used the term circa to mean about that date or approximately that date. And please when we are in here, you can call me Lois and that's Denise and Mary Ellen," said Lois.

Rozz, I turned my head to see your mother-in-law dressed in what I would describe as a dominatrix outfit created by Versace. I never thought it was possible to look stylish and S&M at the same time until I met your female in laws. Brooke told me you were into S&M and I looked around for you but you weren't there. Probably still upstairs making sure that every male wedding guest got to fuck the bride. Hey, Rozz, doesn't that mean you owe me a piece of tail. None of the three of us got a crack at you and it appears that everyone else did from what Brooke said. Of course, I didn't fuck Brooke either and she pulled quite a train from what I hear.

There was more going on than I could process. Lois was talking to Leslie, Mimsie, Natalie, Samantha, and Corrine. The five were dressed identically in long mid thigh black leather laced high-heeled boots and leather micro-mini skirt that was slit up to the side revealing a matching leather thong. They were topless not that anyone but Samantha had even a decent swelling let alone a tit. Their hair was pulled back like they were headed to ballet class. Plenty of makeup had been applied. Bright red lips and a thick coat of mascara gave them a sexy street walker look that made me want to get it up and fuck them all again.

However I was stretched out like a rubber band about to break and could not move an eyelid without considerable effort.

"So what's a rack for?" asked Mimsie.

"Torture," responded Lois who had reached over to put her hands on my cock. She started stroking it. For an older broad she had a nice touch.

"How," asked Corrine?

"You stretched a person until you dislocated the joints. A person who had been broken on the rack was just as good as dead given the level of medical care in the middle ages," said Lois. "Barry, demonstrate the rack for the girls."

At that point, one of the two body builder types who had carried the three off us downstairs stepped forward and inserted a huge wooden handle in the sprocket wheel at the end of the rack. I got a good look at Barry for the first time. His biceps were bigger than my thighs. He was wearing boots, leather shorts that exposed half of his butt cheeks and a leather harness around his chest. I couldn't decide if he looked S&M or gay, maybe both.

"Just a quarter turn," said Lois.

Barry pushed the lever and I screamed. I tend to do that when someone is dislocating my joints.

"Jesus, Lois, please, for the love of God, no more," I yelled when I found enough breath.

"Coleman, I'm Mistress Lois to you, you are not to speak to me unless I address you. But scream as much as you want. Barry a half turn for his insolence," said Mistress Lois.

Barry's sinews tightened, the lever moved, the tension in the chains increased and I screamed as loud as my vocal chords allowed.

"Do you understand me now or do you want a full turn, Coleman?" said Mistress Lois.

Who would have imagined that the General's wife that sweet little lady with the stylish clothes and perfect hair was a torturer?

"Yes, Mistress Lois," I replied marveling at how much smarter that three quarters of a turn had made me.

"So are we going to break Coleman on the rack?' asked Mimsie seemingly interested in seeing me tortured to death.

"No, Mimsie, we can't do that. The French also used the rack for water torture. As I told you girls, during tonight's lesson we are going to go over two types of water torture plus some other skills that a good mistress needs," said Mistress Lois.

"Mother, we better get started if we are going to cover everything we planned," said Mary Ellen coming into my limited view.

Rozz, your new sister in law looked mighty tasty in that leather corset with her round little knockers spilling out the top and that totally shaved pussy showing below. I liked the way she accessorized too, lots of spiky metal ornaments and that crazy makeup. She looked like she had a hot date with Satan.

"Yes, you're right Mary Ellen, girls, you know what comes next," said Mistress Lois.

What came next was sucking my cock. I could not see which of the two dominatrices in training did me but I could tell from their voices it was Mimsie and Natalie. For the first time I looked to my left and saw Charlie suspended slightly off the ground in an ultra modern looking piece of torture machinery. It was all chrome and leather. It looked like something that came out of a German design house. Charlie's arms were outstretched like he had been crucified. But instead of nails, leather straps secured his arms to a padded cross member. A wide leather band across his forehead immobilized his head to the center post.

The reason I hadn't heard anything from Charlie was the rounded leather bit that held his mouth open and secured his head to the center post. Charlie looked like he very much wanted to speak but that option was unavailable.

Charlie's long legs were secured to movable arms that raised or lowered his legs. A high tech control panel that rose out of the floor governed the contraption. There was a joystick that resembled the one on my little brother's X-Box. Mistress Mary Ellen was making some adjustments to the height and orientation of Charlie's cock so that Leslie could comfortably give him head. That machine could move Charlie's body through horizontal, vertical, and rotational planes all at the same time. Effectively, he could be placed in almost any position from standing straight up to upside down with his legs wide apart. The women had a lot of fun with Charlie and his big cock in that machine.

Keith was secured to a much simpler device that resembled one of those bull-riding machines you used to find in a Country and Western bar. But instead of sitting upright he was laying face down on the bull's back with his arms chained around the bull's belly. Keith's butt was hanging off the back with his cock and balls dangling off the recessed end. Mary Ellen was using a remote control to demonstrate that she could spin the bull through a full turn, raise or lower it, and tilt Keith to raise his ass or his head depending on their preference. Keith was also gagged and unable to comment on his situation. At the moment, he was butt up and Samantha and Corrine were standing at his rear putting their fingers in his ass and sucking his cock.

Mimsie and Natalie were skilled cocksuckers and I was hard as a rock in no time but they weren't there to swallow my load. Right before I was ready to pop, I heard Mistress Lois whisper, "Now" and felt a rawhide bootlace being tied around my cock and balls cutting off all chance of blowing my load or losing my hardon. It hurt like all hell. I think half of all the blood in my body was trapped in my dick.

"Get that fucking thing off my nuts," I screamed.

"One more outburst like that and I'll let Barry make you six inches taller," warned Mistress Lois.

In spite of the pain, I mentally committed myself to shutting my mouth and keeping it shut. I heard slight commotions on the other side of the room and looked over to see Charlie's big whang standing tall with a strip of rawhide at the base. Keith's was pointing toward the floor and I could see a spider web of pre-cum dripping off the tip. The three of us were fully erect and would stay that way until some sympathetic soul untied us.

"Making sure a male sub stays hard for the full session is very important," said Mistress Lois to her charges.

At that moment I got my first look at the third member of the adult instructors. Man did she look hot with that big belly. After that night I'm dying to fuck a pregnant woman.

Denise's pregnancy precluded the corset and the high heel boots. I suppose Pea in a Pod or the other maternity stores didn't have her size in dominatrices wear because outside of a pair of cross trainers she was totally naked. Oh did I want to fuck her in the worst way. Her tits were huge milk jugs and you could even see the milk glands that the next Donaldson yard ape would be sucking on. I'd love my chance to suck the milk out of her tits as I fucked that hole that junior's head would soon travel.

Denise was standing beside Keith with her big belly hanging out. It's just downright erotic when a woman's navel goes from being an innie to an outtie. I recall someone telling me she was eight months. I guess her doctor had not mentioned refraining from torturing anyone the last trimester because she was slowly twisting Keith's nuts as Samantha and Corrine watched. After Denise had demonstrated her technique, Corrine grabbed hold and took Keith's nuts through a three sixty that he would have verbally commented upon except for the gag in his mouth. You could tell from the way he violently jerked and twisted that he wanted to say something. Samantha took her turn torturing Keith's balls before a summons from Mistress Lois brought everyone back to me.

Denise appeared at my side holding what I can only describe as a tall plexi-glass funnel with measurement markings on the side. The funnel top was quite wide. There was flexible tubing attached to the bottom. Immediately above the tubing was a stopcock or valve that would keep the funnel's contents from draining out. It looked like something you would find in a college chemistry lab.

The five students had gathered to watch something and I could tell it involved me. Lois held the funnel and pinched my nostrils shut. When I opened my mouth to breathe, Denise fed the flexible tubing down my esophagus. You throat's automatically programmed to swallow whatever it encounters and my throat managed to take the tube all the way to my stomach. That's a weird feeling. Nurse and Mistress Denise checked her work while Lois fitted the funnel into a metal stand that held it upright directly over my head.

The thought immediately came to me that they were going to pour something in that funnel and it would end up in my belly. The question was what were they going to pour although I assumed it would be water since Mistress Lois had told the girls that tonight's lesson involved water torture. Man was I wrong.

Mistress Mary Ellen appeared with two blocks of wood that attached to the rack and immobilized my head. Mistress Lois delivered her lecture.

"Forced ingestion of water was a frequent form of punishment and torture during the Middle Ages. I might also add it was a favorite of the Gestapo in the occupied countries especially Holland where it was frequently employed to gain information from the resistance. In medieval France, a wrong doer would be sentenced to ingest thirteen pints of water and to have their abdomen scourged. If the miscreant were female and attractive, she would likely be stripped naked and lead through the town tied to a cart. That would allow all the towns people to see her and witness her humiliation. Boys would rush out and feel her sex to humiliate her further."

"When she arrived at the town square, she would be restrained similar to what we have done here with Coleman. A metal funnel would be forced into her mouth and the thirteen pints poured into her belly. The dungeon master would then apply fifty or more strokes to her swollen belly. After that, the dungeon master would roll her over on her stomach and stand on her back to force her to regurgitate the water. If she was still alive, she was allowed to go home to her family. Any questions?"

"Why is Coleman's tummy pushed up?" asked Mimsie.

"Putting a block under Coleman's back puts even greater tension on his abdomen thereby increasing his pain."

"When we are done I want to stand on Coleman's back and make him spew," said Samantha. "I'm the largest."

"Of course, Samantha" said Lois. "Now we have some refinements over the traditional French mode. Barry, bring the scaffold," said Lois.

I could see out of the corner of my eye that Barry was wheeling over an odd-looking aluminum stairs. It was shaped like a pyramid and straddled the rack. He rolled it to where it was directly over my head, checked the position then locked the wheels.

"All right, girls one by one," said Mistress Lois.

Corrine daintily held Barry's hand as she carefully climbed the stairs, squatted down over the wide end of the funnel, reached down to pull her thong aside and let go with a strong squirt of dark yellow piss that landed in the funnel mouth. I looked up at her sex that I had so recently fucked as her urethra sprayed into the glass. The sound of her piss landing in the funnel mouth would ordinarily have been a turn on. I like to watch girl's pee. Brooke will let me watch her take a whiz and I like to put my hand in her stream and feel its warmth. If I've had a few drinks, I've been known to lick the drops off my fingers. However that was a sampling. This was going to be a meal.

The fact that Corrine was so willing to personally humiliate me was a surprise. Her lack of gratitude to the man that deflowered her I took to be a serious character flaw in one so young. Only a few hours ago, I had eaten her out and fucked her to a righteous orgasm and this was how she was thanking me.

I expected to feel the body temperature liquid enter my throat but when that failed to happen, I realized that the stop cock was closed and that the dark yellow fluid was poised inches above my gullet.

"I held it just like you said," said Corinne to Lois delivering more urine than I would have though possible for a person her size. Weed makes your piss dark and smelly too.

Mimsie and then the rest followed Corrine. In spite of the fact they were sweet young teenagers they could piss like horses. It was foul pee that slowly filled the funnel. The thought that would soon be inside my stomach was downright scary.

"A little over 1.5 litters," said Lois examining the markings that measured the liquid in the funnel.

"Watch carefully," said Lois to her trainees as she turned the stopcock to the on position.

I immediately felt the warm liquid reach my stomach. My abdomen began to swell what a fucking stench reached my nose. You would have thought someone was taking a leak in each nostril. When the funnel was empty I took a look at my belly and realized it had expanded to accommodate 1.5 liters and it hurt like hell. I began to moan in pain.

"Now for the eels," said Mary Ellen closing the stopcock. She climbed up on the ladder and poured a beaker of murky water into the funnel.

"What are those, Mary Ellen?" asked Leslie.

"Fresh water eels from the upper reaches of the Annisquam River. They're less than an inch long but tough little devils able to live in stomach acid for days," said Mary Ellen telling me something I did not want to hear.

"What will they do?" said Leslie.

"Swim around inside Coleman's gastro-intestinal track causing him considerable discomfort when we flog his abdomen. They're herbivores so they won't really hurt him. The Manchu emperors of China used to force prisoners to swallow a bucket of carnivorous eels from the Pearl River estuary. Those little devils would literally eat the insides of a person. There's a magnificent story scroll in the Beijing museum that tells the story of Lujan a courtesan who failed to please the emperor in bed. He had her filled with eels and hung outside his bedroom window. The other courtesans were instructed to take her screams as an encouragement to be skillful in their lovemaking. Lujan took four nights to die and when they cut her open, the eels had hollowed her out."

"Cool," said Mimsie.

Cool my fucking ass I thought as I saw tiny little creatures darting around inside the funnel. I wanted to scream and yell "no fucking way" but I realized that would only result in Barry stretching me another inch or two.

Mary Ellen twisted the stopcock and the river water and eels slowly disappeared inside me. I could feel them moving around. The additional liquid expanded my belly. Sweat broke out on my brow and frankly it hurt like hell. My own navel had gone from an innie to an outtie.

"Which one of you girls can take a dump?" said Mary Ellen holding out a glass carafe with a handle. I recognized it as the top of a Warring Blender like the one I make margaritas in at my apartment.

"I can," said Samantha.

"Do it right there where Coleman can see," said Lois.

Young girls are supposed to be shy about matters of the toilet. But Samantha pulled that thong out of her ass, squatted over the blender carafe held by Mary Ellen and allowed two small turds to drop. She wiped her crack using tissue and then held the tissue against my nose.

"Are you looking forward to eating my shit?" asked Samantha rubbing the tissue on my nostrils.

"Yes, Mistress Samantha," I replied. I'd decided there was no reason to piss them off. I could picture them doing much worse things to me than filling my belly with girl shit.

"Any body else?" asked Mary Ellen holding up the carafe.

Mimsie made a deposit and then Leslie. Natalie and Corrine didn't have any poo for me. The three adult dominatrices finished my shit cocktail by each pissing in the carafe. Lois Donaldson may be a general's wife but she didn't hesitate to unsnap the crotch of her costume and spray her strong yellow into the blender. I heard the sound of a blender for few seconds.

"Too thick, Barry, Ron can you help out?" said Mistress Mary Ellen.

The two weightlifter types came over and hauled their cocks out. They added considerably to level of liquid in the carafe. Mary Ellen used the blender once more and pronounced herself satisfied with the result.

I watched as she poured the shit slurpy in the funnel.

"Awesome," said Leslie paying rapt attention to the proceedings. I wondered if she planned to do this with her schoolmates when she got back home. Mary Ellen opened her stopcock and I watched the level of the brown mixture slowly recede as it flowed into my belly.

My navel was in the extreme out position. I looked more pregnant than Denise. The first two shots had made me extremely uncomfortable. The third one put me in agony. In spite of the agony, I noticed that there were camera flashes. The five girls had retrieved digital cameras from somewhere and were taking photos of me on the rack naked as the day I was born with a belly bloated with shit and piss. I hope those images never surface. Mary Ellen removed the funnel pulling the tubing out of my esophagus. That felt weird.

"Ten each to start, make him sing," said Lois handing Natalie a multi-stranded flogger.

Natalie's face took on a serious look as she planted her feet and with a powerful overhand swing brought that flogger down on my big round stomach.

"Good, make sure the strands don't get tangled after each stroke," said Mistress Lois.

I looked down at the bright red stripes that were appearing across my basketball stomach. Nine more from Natalie and I was a whining blubbering wreck. The eels were moving around to avoid the blows. I could feel them down in my intestines and a couple had crawled up into my mouth and nasal cavity. That's enough to drive you to the nuthouse.

They spritzed my face with cool water after Natalie finished. Mimsie was next and it was hellish pain all over again. When I looked around at the girl's faces I saw how they much they were enjoying my agony. Leslie and Samantha were playing with their pussies. It made wonder what would happen when the little bitches met Mr. Right and got married. Mr. Right better have a high tolerance for pain.

I lost track of things after that. Lois gave me some strokes just to help the girls learn how to whip a man's piss bloated belly the proper way. My stomach was red as a beet when the last girl finished. The skin was broken in several places and blood was dripping down off the dome formed by my abdomen. The eels were having Formula One races inside my intestines. A few of the misdirected blows had landed on my cock and balls. They were on fire.

Barry and Ron appeared once again and they detached me from the rack and rolled me over. Someone put a bucket in front of my face and Samantha stepped on my back. God did I spew filth into that bucket. It was a seething smelly collection of shit, piss, and agitated eels. I added my own vomit for good measure.

Someone untied my cock and that was a relief once the intense pain caused by the blood beginning to flow subsided.

"Leslie, you can suck Coleman off. His semen will taste a little odd since his cock was tied off and the blood flow stopped," said Lois.

I lay there on my painfully sore belly as Leslie managed to relieve me of my load. It was a particularly painful ejaculation. Leslie announced that it did taste weird and shared a taste with the others.

"Barry, put Coleman in that chair and restrain him. We'll let him watch the rest of the training session as long as he keeps quiet."

Barry helped me up and walked me over to a nearby chair. He strapped my ankles to the chair legs.

"If you don't give me any trouble, I'll leave your hands free and you can drink some water," said Barry.

"I won't make any trouble," I mumbled. Shit I was too pussy whipped to even think about acting up.

The women had turned their attention to Keith and Charlie. Ron came over and handed me a warm wet towel to wipe off with. When I finished with that, he gave me an ice-cold bottle of Propel to drink.

Barry and Ron stood by my chair watching the dominatrices got to work. It was too long before I felt Ron's hand rubbing my chest. He began to gently pinch my nipples. Barry's hand took my free hand and moved it to his erect cock. Oh shit I thought. This isn't over. These two huge queers are going to screw me.

Oh how I wish it had been one of my smelly black turds in the blender. The kind you make after a big Mexican dinner. I'd have fed it to the prick with a spoon. As you can read, the Donaldson women pass on their S&M skills to the next generation. I'd love to meet Leslie in NYC and go clubbing with her. We could pick up a pair of lipstick lesbians and take them to an S&M club for a no limits respected session. That would be so fucking hot.