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Jack was a predator, moving through his jungle. He thought of himself as a leopard, sleek, fierce, and merciless. His jungle was, on this night, a little bar in a very high-end part of Tucson . He had never seen so many Jags, Mercedes, and BMWs in one parking lot before.
Jack's wife was out of town, and he was on the prowl. He was looking for a rich woman to seduce. He was looking for a one-night stand. It was what he did, whenever his wife was away. If she had been home, he would have just made her suck him off, but this would be even more fun.
Jack walked into the bar like he owned the place, and, in a way, he did. He stood 6'3” tall, and his rugged good looks had always charmed most any woman he wanted. He knew tonight would be no different. He just had to select his prey.
Long experience had made him confident in his hunting abilities. He only forgot one thing. Leopards are not the only predators in the jungle. Tigers are rare, even endangered, but there are still a few, sliding through the darkness.
She watched him from the moment he entered. There was something about his grace, or maybe the confident swagger in his walk, that grabbed her attention immediately. He was all man, and he knew it. She knew instinctively that he was always dominant in the bedroom. Perfect.
She had a feline grace of her own, and a look that warned most men to be very, very careful, but camouflage is important to an ambush hunter like a tigress. Anyone watching would have been amazed as her alter-ego flowed over her. She changed in a moment from a woman in total charge of herself and all around her to something totally different.
He watched the woman walking toward the bar. She was a little unsteady, showing her booze, he thought. With the dress she was wearing, she was showing a lot more than that. Somehow the little black dress managed to be elegant and slutty at the same time. As she was walking past him, she stumbled and almost fell on his lap. He caught her and helped steady her as she regained her balance.
She looked up at him, apparently noticing him for the first time. “My, you are a big one, aren't you?”
He just smiled that wonderful smile of his, and watched it in her eyes as she melted inside. Her mouth opened slightly, and he didn't miss her quick intake of breath. The hunt was on.
She sat down on the stool next to him and thanked him for saving her when she almost fell. “I'll have to make it up to you,” was what she said. They made small talk for a while.
Sometime during the conversation, after he knew she was fully ensnared, he told her he was married. He always told them. He liked to let them know up front that he was in total control, and the best they could hope for was a one-night stand. It never mattered. He knew it wouldn't matter this time, either.
She asked where his wife was. He told her she was gone until Monday, visiting her sister. Then she said, “You want to come home with me?” He just smiled his devastating smile again. She said, “Let's get our cars. You can follow me home. I'll feel a lot safer with you there.”
As they left the bar, both were thinking the same thing. “Another victim in my claws, I'll feed well tonight.” Only one of them was right.
He followed her up into the foothills, watching the lights of Tucson glowing in his rear-view mirror. After a few miles, she pulled into the driveway of an absolutely gorgeous home. The garage door went up, and she pulled inside. He parked in the empty stall next to her.
She led him through the house and into the master bedroom. He was impressed by the whole place, but especially the bedroom. The huge canopy bed was dwarfed by the room, and the glass wall looked out on the pool and hot-tub. The view continued to the city lights far below.
By the time he pulled his eyes away from the view outside, the view inside had improved a great deal. She was standing naked next to the bed. “Why don't you get more comfortable, too?”
Jack couldn't get his clothes off quick enough. Her dress hadn't hidden much, so he wasn't really surprised at how good she looked, but it was still a treat to see her standing there. Once he was naked, he swept her off her feet and laid her gently on the bed.
She looked down and gasped in surprise. Now, he really wasn't much bigger than average, but she was a very skillful predator. “My God, what it that? There's no way that thing will fit inside me.” Her eyes were the size of saucers.
Jack's ego had taken total control, and she was an extraordinarily beautiful woman. He got even harder. “Don't worry, honey, I'll be gentle with you.” His cock was throbbing and bobbing up and down in front of him. It was cruel of God to give men a penis and a brain, but only enough blood to run one at a time.
She was shaking her head from side to side, staring at his cock with awe. “I don't think I can do it. It will tear me in half.”
Jack chuckled. He was wondering just what kind of tiny-dick she was used to screwing. “I'll tell you what. You can be on top to start with. That way you can control how fast it goes in. It'll be Ok, I promise. You'll love it.”
She looked back at him, still shaking her head slowly. “I don't know. Once you start, you might not be able to control yourself. Maybe we should forget about it.”
Well, Jack wasn't about to forget about it now. He had a naked woman on a bed, and he planned to use her. “Don't worry. I'll take it easy. It'll be fine.”
Her eyes glazed over a bit. Then she suddenly looked like she had an idea. She perked up. “I know. What if I just tie you to the bed, just until I make sure it's OK. Then I'll let you go, and you can tie me down. I like it that way sometimes anyway.”
Jack thought for a minute. He knew better than to let a stranger tie him down. He really did, but she was a timid thing, and he figured she couldn't tie him very well, anyway. Besides, he had that blood shortage thing that was affecting his reasoning.
“Well, I guess that would be alright, but just until we get it inside you. Then you can untie me.”
She had him lie down on the bed and went into the other room for a minute. She came back with some electrical extension cords. “These should work. I don't have any rope or anything.” She was giggling. “I don't usually do this.”
Jack stretched out on the bed and let her use the cords to tie his wrists to the headboard. When she had finished with his wrists, she threw her robe over Jack's face and opened the bedside table. Inside were a number of lengths of rope. She took one and tied it to his left ankle, quickly securing it to the bed at the bottom corner. She repeated that with the right ankle. Jack was fully bound.
Then she took the robe away and said, “Oh, I guess I did have some rope.” She proceeded to use two more pieces to retie Jack's wrists to the corners of the headboard, and then removed the extension wires. “The wire was kind of thin. I didn't want you to hurt yourself if you struggled.”
Jack smiled his winning smile and said, “Don't worry, baby, I won't struggle.”
She smiled back, and he watched as her face changed. Her alter ego faded away, and the tigress returned. “Hi, Jack, this is the real me, and you are in a lot of trouble.” She didn't giggle this time. She laughed out loud. Then she reached into the bedside table drawer and took out a large, black, silicon-rubber spatula.
Climbing onto the bed, she sat straddling Jack's chest, facing his feet. Then she held his cock up out of the way with her left hand and brought the spatula down hard across his balls. Jack screamed as best he could, since the blow had knocked most of his breath away. Before he could recover, she hit him again. She kept hitting him in the balls with the spatula until he was quivering and whimpering in agony.
When she finally stopped, Jack was gasping for breath and couldn't believe the agony in his groin. She let him recover for a couple of minutes, and then asked, “Well, Jack, how many times did I hit you?”
Jack had no idea. He said, “I'm not sure, maybe 25? Please, let me go, and I'll forget all about this.”
“No, Jack, I don't think so. This time, keep count, or we'll just have to do it over and over.” She started whacking his balls with the spatula again. A few minutes later, she finally stopped and let him catch his breath.
Jack hadn't thought anything could hurt as much as what she was doing to his balls. He couldn't breathe, and the pain was shooting right up into his belly. He thought he was going to throw up. When he finally had his breath back, he said, “Please stop, please. Why are you doing this? Please let me go now. I want to go home.”
“How many times did I hit you this time, Jack?”
“You hit me thirty times. Please let me go now.”
“Good job, Jack. Thirty is the correct answer. Now, if you really want to go, I'll let you, as long as you can answer one, simple question. If you can answer it, I'll untie you and you can go. What's my name?”
“What?”
“Come on, Jack. It's not a hard question. You came to a woman's house, and you both got naked. You aren't the kind of total asshole jerk who would do that without even asking her for her name, are you?”
Jack said, “I'm sorry, OK? I should have asked your name. Please let me go now.”
“No, Jack, I'm not going to. My husband will be here in a few minutes, and you're going to suck his cock. In fact, you're going to beg to suck his cock. How about it, Jack? Is that OK with you?”
Jack started to shout. “There's no damn way I'm going to do anything like that. Forget it. I won't do it.”
He quit talking when the spatula hit him in the balls even harder than before. After a few strokes, he was back to whimpering.
Once he had quieted down, she said, “Well, that's better. You will beg to suck him, you know. The only question is how much pain you will endure first. I've done this before, and I can be very convincing. I think I'll play with your cock for a while.”
She got up and went into the bathroom, returning a minute later with a hair dryer. She plugged it into an outlet in the headboard. Then she held it near his flaccid cock and turned it on.
It only took a few seconds for the heat to rise enough to start to hurt, and it felt just like someone was holding a flame to the end of his dick. Jack didn't know that the nerves in the penis are so sensitive that heat makes them send their pain signals before there is enough heat to do damage. It felt like he was getting second degree burns, but actually, his cock was just getting a little red.
It wouldn't have mattered anyway. The pain quickly got intense, and Jack started screaming. She played him like a violin, moving the hair dryer closer for a little while, and then further away. His screams went up and down in pitch. When he started to get hoarse, she finally stopped and turned off the dryer.
“Well, Jack, how about it? Are you ready to beg my husband yet? It's your choice. You don't have to. If you don't want to beg, I'm going to do your balls again with the spatula, harder than before, and then I'm going to use the hair dryer on your cock for even longer than I did this time. So, what's your decision?”
Jack was broken, and he knew it. He would do anything to stop the pain from coming back. “Please don't hurt me any more. I'll do it.”
“I knew you'd do it, Jack. I never had any doubt about that. I was hoping you'd hold out a little longer, though. I like torturing you, Jack. Now, what, exactly, have you decided you want to do? Be very specific, Jack.”
Jack was crying openly now, but he answered her quickly. “I want to beg to suck your husband's cock. I'll do whatever you want.”
She laughed out loud again. “OK, Jack, I'll go get him and you can beg him. Now, you need to quit crying and be very convincing. You need to convince him that you want to suck him off. You need to tell him exactly what you're going to do, and how nice it's going to be for him. Can you do that, Jack?”
“Yes, I'll do it. I promise. I say anything you want me to say.”
“That's perfect, Jack. When I bring him back, you beg him real nice, and then you do a good job of sucking him. You know what you like when you get a blowjob, so that's what you need to do for him. Make it good, Jack, or you'll be really, really sorry afterward. If you mess up, Jack, I'm going to hurt you again, and this time I won't go easy on you like I did before.”
“Oh, and there's one other thing, Jack. I'm going to get a video camera and record the whole thing so you can watch it later, so don't mumble. I want to be able to understand every word you say. Have fun.”
Jack tested his bonds while she was gone, but it was clear that she knew what she was doing when it came to tying somebody down. After maybe 10 minutes, she returned, followed by a very large man. He was tall, even taller than Jack's 6'3”, and he was BIG, with a barrel chest, big arms, and a considerable belly. He was also quite hairy, as Jack could see clearly, since he was as naked as everyone else in the room.
The man came and stood by the edge of the bed, while the woman positioned herself so the camera she was now carrying could see Jack's face clearly. The bear-like man never said a word, and all she said was, “Go ahead, Jack, unless you want another session with the spatula and hair dryer.” As she finished speaking, Jack saw the red record light on the camera turn on.
Jack never even considered further resistance. She had done a very good job of torturing him, and he was willing to do anything at all to try and prevent her from doing it again. “Please, Sir, I want to suck your cock. I'll do it really nice for you, Sir. I'll make it good for you. Please let me suck your cock. I really want to.”
The man smiled down at Jack. “That's good, bitch, but you'll have to do a lot better. You need to tell me what a cocksucker you are, and tell me exactly what you're going to do, otherwise my wife will have another go at you.”
Jack looked over at the woman and noticed that the record light was off, but then it came back on, and he started begging again. For several minutes he repeated over and over how much he wanted to suck the big man's dick, and also had to repeat over and over that he was a bitch and a cocksucker.
Finally, the man got on the bed and straddled Jack, letting his cock hang across Jack's mouth. “Open up!” was all he said.
Still beaten, Jack opened his mouth and let the man slide his cock into his mouth. For the next 10 minutes, he sucked and licked like it was the most important thing he had ever done. At that moment, it was. When the man came in his mouth, Jack swallowed it all.
Once he was done, the man got off the bed. The woman put down the camera and came over to the bed. “OK, Jack, time for some introductions. I'm Tina, and my husband here is Wally. As you have probably already guessed, I like to pick up men at bars and bring them back here so Wally and I can abuse them.”
“I look for macho guys like you who are cheating on their wives. I figure you deserve it, and you aren't likely to make any trouble over this since that would involve telling your wife you like to cheat on her. Besides, there's the tape. You look good, begging for Wally's dick and then sucking him off.”
“Before we're done, we're going to have a lot of great footage. If you give us any trouble later, the tape will show it was all consensual. We also give a copy to a friend who lives out of state, and if you cause any problems, she'll mail copies to everyone you know. Before you leave, you will provide us with complete details about your friends, family, and business associates, so we'll know just who should get copies.”
“Now, just so you know, we're going to keep you here until sometime Sunday. We'll let you go in time to get home before your wife, but you said that was Monday, so there's no hurry, is there? I'm going to have a LOT of fun with you before then. Now, I think it's time to reinforce how helpless you have become, don't you?”
Tina opened the drawer in the bedside table again, removing a wooden device. She quickly installed Jack's cock and balls into the device. It looked like a little set of stocks, and when it was on, Jack's balls were lying trapped on top of the small, wooden platform. His cock came up through a hole in the boards and was restrained by a strip of Velcro to keep it standing up straight and out of the way of his balls. Tina expertly stroked his cock until he was fully erect.
Then she picked up a tiny stick out of the drawer and held it for Jack to see. “This is a bamboo skewer. You probably have some at home for cooking. A bag of 100 is only a couple of bucks at the supermarket. Now I'm going to show you what they are really for.”
Tina held the pointed end in her right hand and demonstrated for Jack how she could use the index finger of her left hand to pull back the tip, bending the skewer. When she released it, it snapped forward. “Simple, huh? You're going to really hate this. Then she drew it back again, aimed, and let it snap into the underside of his cock, right where the head meets the shaft. There was an explosion of pain at the point of contact, and Jack screamed. Then she did it again, on the exact same spot.
Tina snapped her evil, little bamboo stick quickly, once or twice a second, and she would use it on one spot for a dozen or more times before moving it to a new place. Jack was screaming and bucking in agony, but Tina never slowed down. She spent at least 10 minutes turning his cock into a mass of firing nerve endings before switching to his balls.
Jack had thought the skewer on his cock had been the worst possible pain, but when she snapped it across the side of one of his balls, he realized his mistake. All of his breath left him, and he couldn't even scream. The skin of his scrotum felt like it was being seared with a hot iron, and the pain from his balls shot right up into his abdomen. As she continued snapping his testicles over and over again, Jack arched into the air, his body completely rigid. He could barely manage to gasp a breath from time to time, and was silent as she tortured his balls.
When she finally stopped, he collapsed back onto the bed and just lay there, gasping in air. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. He finally managed to gasp out, “Please don't hurt me any more. I did what you wanted. Please.”
Tina laughed as she stood up from the bed. “You're right. You have done what I wanted. I wanted to see you writhing in agony, and you do it very well. I liked it so much that I'm sure I'll want to have you do it again, soon. Right now, though, we need to get some rules straight.”
“You see, I always liked the idea of having a dog, so you're going to be my dog for a while. That means you aren't allowed to talk at all from this instant on. If you speak even a single word, I will get my skewer out and really work you over. You'll think this last time was a picnic. Do you understand?”
Jack just knew he didn't want any more pain. He said, “Yes.”
Tina shook her head slowly from side to side. “Some dogs are so hard to train. I have only given you one rule so far, and you've already broken it. I did say ‘not a single word,' didn't I? ‘Yes' is a word, isn't it? I certainly hope you won't say any other words and make it worse. Well, we might as well get this out of the way.”
When Tina picked up the skewer, Jack panicked. He started wildly trying to rip his limbs free while making a sort of grunting/whimpering sound. It didn't matter, as Tina quickly began wielding her little stick. Once again, his genitals exploded in pain, and it went on and on. This time, Tina switched back and forth from his cock to his balls, and he never knew where the next series of blows was going to fall. An eternity later, she finally stopped, leaving Jack gasping and sobbing on the bed.
“Well, Jack, I hope you learned your lesson about speaking. Every time you slip up, it will be the same thing. If you say two words instead of one, I'll just double the time. Now, do you understand about not speaking even a single word?”
Jack managed to shake his head up and down. Tina laughed again. “That's much better. Now, if I ask you any questions, they will be yes and no type questions. You will bark like a dog once to mean yes, and twice to mean no. Got that?”
“Woof.”
“That's much better. Maybe you can be trained after all. Now, I have one more rule. You aren't just a dog. You are a perfectly trained dog. That means if I give you any command, you will immediately, without hesitation, obey it to the best of your ability. That means any command. There are no exceptions. If I tell you to eat a worm, or worship my ass, or screw the cat, or blow Wally again, you will do your best to obey. Is that clear?”
“Woof.”
“Good. Now we're going to get you into mobile doggie mode. First, like any good doggie, you need a collar.” After locking a heavy, leather collar around Jack's neck, she continued by removing the wooden stocks from his genitals and locking a metal ring around his scrotum above his balls. Then she tied a rope through the connector on the scrotum ring and tied it off to the footboard.
She released one arm and then put a heavy cuff on the wrist and locked it to his collar. When it was secure, she released one leg, put heavy cuffs on both ankles, and then locked them together with a short piece of chain. His other ankle was still tied to the bed, so at this point, his balls were tied to the footboard, and his right arm and left leg were still tied to opposite corners of the bed.
Next, she released his remaining leg and locked a piece of chain from his balls to the ankle chain. She put another cuff on his right wrist before releasing it and attaching it to the other wrist cuff with another short piece of chain. She locked another length of chain from his balls to his wrist chain, and then unlocked his wrists from the collar and untied the rope holding his balls to the footboard.
She then ordered him off the bed and onto his hands and knees on the floor. It was very awkward, trussed like he was, but Jack managed it. He found himself on his hands and knees, and quickly realized that the chains connecting his wrists and ankles to his balls were designed to allow him to be comfortable as long as he didn't try to move, but extending his arms forward or his legs backward jerked on his very sore testes. The chain from his balls to his ankles was maybe 8” or 10” long, while the one from his balls to his wrists was maybe 18” long at most.
His fears were realized a moment later when Tina loudly commanded, “Heel!” and walked out of the bedroom. Jack scrambled to keep up with her, but trussed like he was, it was very difficult. The short chain between his wrists meant he had to move them forward together, and when he did, the chain to his balls snapped tight.
When his body moved forward, extending his legs, the chain from his ankles jerked his balls backward. Then he had to sort of hop his legs forward before moving his hands again. He found himself moving forward in a series of these hops, and each one jerked his balls twice, first forward and then backward. By the time they reached the living room, he was sobbing from the pain.
Tina plopped down on the sofa, next to her husband, and he handed her a tennis ball. She held it up for Jack to see, and then threw it across the room. “Fetch!”
Jack just stared at her for a moment, wondering if she was serious, and then hopped his way across the room. He caught the ball in one hand, and made his labored way back, dropping it at her feet.
Tina just shook her head. “Jack, Jack, Jack, I am very disappointed. First, you hesitated, and you know you aren't allowed to hesitate. Then, you forgot you are a dog and picked up the ball with your hand. You are very hard to train.” She stood up and said, “Heel!”
Tina went into an adjoining room that was sort of like a study. Once in the room, she picked up a remote control and pressed a button. A chain with a hook on it lowered from the ceiling. When it was low enough, she hooked it on Jack's ankle chain. Then she unlocked the chain from his ankles to his balls. When she pressed another button, the chain rose up again, lifting Jack clear of the floor. Once he was hanging upside down, she locked his wrist chain to his collar.
Next, she put a blindfold on Jack and then pushed another button on the remote control. The chain holding Jack started to turn, so he was rotating as he hung head down. As he rotated, she started whipping him with a riding crop. For the next 10 minutes or so, she used the crop on his ass, belly, legs, and, of course, his cock and balls.
When she finally stopped and lowered him, he was crying like a baby. She quickly fixed the chains back as they had been, took off the blindfold, and said, “Heel!” This time Jack was right behind her as she walked out of the room, and kept up despite the incredible ache in his balls.
Back in the living room, she picked up the tennis ball and threw it again. This time Jack hurried over as fast as he could and picked up the ball in his mouth, carrying it back to Tina and holding it for her to take. It had a putrid taste that made his stomach heave.
“Good dog,” Tina said as she took the ball. “What's the matter? Does it taste bad?”
“Woof.”
“Sorry, but I accidentally spilled a bunch of No-Thumb on it. They sell it for people to paint on the thumbs of their kids who can't seem to stop sucking them. The bad taste makes them quit.” Then she threw the ball again. “Fetch!”
For an hour, she and her husband made Jack fetch the ball over and over again. By the time they tired of the game, he was exhausted, covered in sweat, and his balls were screaming in agony. Tina had him heel and follow her out onto the pool deck, and then hosed him off. When he was fairly clean, she had him follow her back inside, where she took him back into the study.
She unlocked his feet from the ball chain, relocked his hands to his collar, and had him stand. Then she used the remote to lower the chain from the ceiling. This time she locked it to his balls and said, “Have a nice night. We'll see you in the morning. Don't make any noise, because if you wake us, you'll be sorry.” She took the remote with her when she left, and she turned off the lights before shutting the door.
Jack quickly discovered that the chain she had lowered was too short to reach the floor. He could stand or kneel upright, but not sit on the floor or lie down. The chain stopped his balls about 16 inches from the floor. There was no furniture within reach. He couldn't even kneel and sit back on his feet. It dawned on him that he was going to have a long night.
It also came to his attention that he hadn't used a bathroom since he left the bar. His need to pee was becoming critical. He estimated that it was about 2am when she left. In a couple of hours, he was dancing around and crossing his legs, trying hard not to pee. His bladder was causing severe cramps, and he was exhausted. As the night wore on and on, it just got worse and worse.
Tina and Wally slept in. About 10am , Tina went into the study to check on Jack. His legs were crossed, and he was moaning. She smiled at him and said, “What's the matter, Jack? Have to pee?”
“Yes. Please let me go to the bathroom.”
“Oh, Jack, I'm so sorry. You forgot your training overnight. Poor, stupid doggy. Well, I better let you pee first.” Tina got a bucket and held it under Jack's dick. When he was done, she took it away, and then returned and trussed him like the night before. Soon he was hanging upside down, blindfolded.
“My, my, my, Jack. Aren't you a sight, just hanging there waiting for your training. I hardly know where to start.” She reached out and grabbed his cock. “I guess I could start here. This is going to take a while, you know. Remember what I did yesterday, when you said one word? Remember when I said I would have doubled it if you had said two words? Well, this time you said eight words. Yes, I think this is going to be very unpleasant for you.”
Jack was quietly sobbing by this time. He knew there was nothing he could do to stop the coming pain. Even so, he wasn't really prepared for what happened next. He couldn't see what she was doing, but he felt something being shoved up the tip of his dick. Tina pumped it up and down a few times, inserting it maybe ½ inch. She said, “That's a cotton swab, Jack, just so you know.”
Then he felt something being snapped over his cock and balls, like elastic. She continued, “That's one of those plastic things with the elastic they sell to cover bowls, Jack.” He felt her kneading his cock and balls through the plastic, and it felt like lotion was being used as well. Then she said, “Enjoy the Ben Gay, Jack,” and he heard her leave the room. As she was leaving, she turned on the rotation.
Jack was now hanging upside-down, blindfolded, spinning once every two or three seconds, with his hands locked to his collar. In a very short time, the Ben Gay on his genitals started to burn, and the burn just kept getting worse. The swab she had jammed up and down inside his cock had also been coated with the BenGay. The pain was soon completely unbearable, and Jack started to scream.
Tina left him there, writhing in agony, for nearly an hour. When she finally returned, she lowered him and re-fixed the chains, returning him to mobile doggy mode. As she walked out of the study, she said, “heel.” Tina led Jack into the kitchen, where there was a bowl of water and a washcloth on the floor. The water had ice cubes in it. Tina told Jack to remove the plastic from his genitals and wash them up.
Jack soon discovered that the cold water re-activated the Ben-Gay. Trying to get it washed off was a very pain filled process. When he finally had the pain down to a manageable level, he put the cloth down and just waited. Tina opened a can of dog food and put it into a dog dish on the floor. “Enjoy your breakfast, Floppy,” she said brightly. As Jack ate the food (without his hands, of course) he noticed she was taping him again.
After Jack ate, Tina played fetch with him for a while, taping the whole thing. Before they started, she stroked him until he was fully erect. Then, while she taped him, if his erection flagged, she would stop taping and stroke him until he was fully hard again. From time to time, while taping, she would point out his hard dick, and ask him if he was enjoying himself. He always barked once to indicate “yes.”
After a while, Wally came into the room. Tina turned off the recorder and told Jack, “Now you can beg to suck Wally again. You can sit up and beg, and when he asks you questions, you can bark to indicate your answers. Don't mess up. I haven't even started with the cattle prod yet, so be a good doggy.”
As soon as Tina started taping, Jack went over to where Wally was sitting and did a pretty good imitation of a dog begging, even throwing in a whine now and then. Wally let him beg for a long time, even asking him to bark his assent to questions about whether he was a cocksucking dog, and did he want to suck Wally's dick. Wally also teased him about how excited he was to be a dog, and Tina only had to stop taping twice to re-stroke him hard.
Finally, Wally took out his dick and Jack had to suck him off. Once again, Tina stopped taping now and then to keep him hard, so it looked like he was getting excited by sucking Wally. When Wally finally finished in his throat, they let Jack rest for a few minutes, while they explained what was going to happen next.
Tina did the explaining. “OK, Jack, in a minute we are going to give you some paper and a pen. You are going to write down your address and complete directions on how to find your house. Wally needs to run by there and pick up a few things. You need to tell him where to find your address book, and how to access your computer. Now, you seem like the kind of guy who would have some explicit photos and movies of your wife, so be sure to write down where Wally can find those.”
“You probably have some sex toys, too, so write down where Wally should look for them. Don't forget diaries. You want to make the directions as easy to follow as possible, because I am going to torture you the whole time Wally is gone. Believe me, you want him back as quickly as possible. Oh, and if you claim you don't have any photos or diaries and stuff, Wally will just have to take his time and do a really careful search. That could take hours.”
Jack filled two pages with careful instructions. When he was done, Tina had him heel and took him into the living room, where she and Wally tied him on his back on a heavy coffee table. They put a sofa cushion under his ass and tied his arms and legs tightly under the table top, so he was arched and stretched immobile on the table. Tina even pulled a piece of heavy, nylon rope through his mouth and tied it tightly under the table, making his head immobile.
Once Wally was gone, Tina started on Jack. The first thing she did was take a riding crop and spend 15 minutes doing his entire front, from knees to shoulders. This time, though, she avoided his genitals. She had something special planned for them. Before starting on them, she wanted him unable to see what she was doing, so she got a jalapeno pepper and cut it. Then, using a rubber glove, she got a finger tip wet with the juice and rubbed it into Jack's eyes.
In seconds, his eyes were burning and the tears were flowing. He couldn't see anything. The pain was incredible. Tina knew there would be no permanent damage, but Jack was screaming like his eyes had been burned out with a hot poker.
He, of course, never saw the cattle prod, and he didn't even notice when the prongs were pressed against his right nut. He was too preoccupied with the pepper juice in his eyes. However, he sure noticed when she pressed the trigger. It felt like someone had dropped a cement block on his ball. All his breath left him in one whoosh, and he lay gasping like a fish, trying frantically to draw in some air.
Just as he finally started to suck in some air, Tina hit him with the prod again, in the same nut. Once again the ability to draw in air abandoned Jack. For the next 20 minutes, Tina used the prod on his balls, seldom letting him breathe. When she finally quit working his balls, she started on his dick. She concentrated on the head, and zapped it again and again. Jack just screamed.
By the time she tired of torturing his dick, about an hour had passed since Wally had left. Tina knew it was about a half hour drive each way, plus allowing 45 minutes to an hour for Wally to look around the house, so she figured she still had some time left.
She took a few minutes to hook up a train transformer to Jack's genitals. She wrapped one lead tightly around the head of his dick, and then wrapped the other around his balls. Once that was on, she untied the rope through his mouth, and sat on his face, pressing her pussy over his mouth, smothering him. “Lick,” was all she said. Jack did his best to please her, working his tongue deep in her slit. After a minute, she started letting him breathe, and then started turning up the current. The higher she turned it, the faster he licked. Soon he was writhing with the agony of the electricity surging through his cock and balls and licking like a madman. In no time, Tina was coming on his face. It took her about 10 minutes to come a second time.
When she was satisfied, she got up, but she let the current flow another few minutes. Finally, she shut it off and unwrapped the wires. She was just finishing when Wally got back. In addition to some papers and an address book, Wally had a notebook computer with him.
He walked over to Jack and asked, “Alright, asshole, what's the password for the encrypted files?” Jack just whined and shook his head.
Tina appeared over him, holding the cattle prod. “OK, Jack, I'm giving you permission to say the password. If you don't, I'll start with the prod. Once I start, I won't stop for a while.”
Jack took a deep breath and said, “Leopard.” Then he started to sob.
Wally turned on the notebook and waited for it to boot up. Then he went into the encrypted folders and started copying files out. Many of them were photos and movies. The photos Jack had told them how to find were just cheesecake shots of his wife, in revealing lingerie, and a few nude from the back. The ones in the encrypted folders were explicit, showing her clearly sucking her husband's dick, and getting screwed. The movies were especially nice.
“Boy, Jack, we are going to have fun with these. I bet we can get a fortune for them from some Internet sites. Think your wife is going to like being an Internet porn star? And, according to the papers we found, she's a schoolteacher. Second grade, isn't it? I wonder what the parents will think of these photos. What's the matter, Jack? You look upset. OK, I'll tell you what. You can talk for a while, but only for a while.”
“Please, Jillie didn't do anything to you. Please don't get her involved in this. I'll do anything you want.”
Tina started laughing. “Really? Your wife is named Jill? Jack and Jill, how cute. Of course you'll do anything I want. Now we have your address book. Those tapes we have of you begging to blow my husband would be very interesting to all of the people in the address book, I'm sure, not to mention the pics and movies of little wifey. I think the school board, the principal, and all the parents of those second graders might like to see the wifey pics.”
“If I tell you to do something and you hesitate, you'll just get to scream for a while and then do it anyway. You're not an idiot, are you, Jack? I own you now. Haven't you figured that out yet? This isn't a one-weekend deal. You belong to me from now on, until I tire of you. Whenever I want, you will show up here, and then you will do what I tell you to do and endure anything I decide to do to you until I tell you to leave. At first, it may be pretty often, but after a while, I'll get tired of you and only call once in a while. In the meantime, you'll do what I want and scream when I want, or I will ruin you. Do you understand?”
Jack didn't say anything for almost a minute, and when he finally spoke, there were tears running down his cheeks. “I understand.”
“Good. I'm sure you also understand that Jillie has a problem. With those pics and movies, I could destroy her career and make her life a living hell, and I would enjoy it, because I'm a sadistic bitch. So, her only real choice is going to be to let me play with her until I lose interest. I know you'll help me convince her. Now beg me to torture your balls some more. If you don't, it'll be worse.”
Jack began to beg immediately. “Please torture my balls. I want you to hurt me. Please do whatever you want to them.”
Tina let him beg for nearly 10 minutes before she finally took a skewer and started working over his genitals. She made Jack beg constantly for her to keep going and do it harder. After a while, she switched to a paint stirring stick, which she also held in one hand and pulled back with the other, flexing it before letting it snap into Jack's balls.
The rest of Saturday was a blur for Jack. He spent a couple of hours cleaning, had to cook dinner, and also had to service both Tina and Wally. Much of this activity was taped. He was also forced to play fetch again, and was tortured several times. Twice it was for no reason at all. Tina just felt like hurting him, so she did.
Now, Tina had done this several times to other men before Jack, and she understood the psychology of what was happening. It wasn't just the fear of the tapes that was keeping Jack in line. He had been tortured sexually for about 24 hours straight, and also forced to act in totally humiliating ways over the same period.
He no longer thought of himself as a predator. After acting like a dog, playing fetch, and even sucking another man's cock, his self image was shredded. Tina had broken him down completely, and now he was being trained by her to be a new kind of person entirely. In essence, Jack was being brainwashed, and Tina was good at it.
Late Saturday night, Jack was once again tied arched over the heavy coffee table in the living room. After he was fully secure, Tina used the cattle prod on his cock and balls for maybe 10 minutes. Then, as a sort of good night surprise, she took one of her tennis shoes, and, holding it by the heel, slammed the front of the sole into Jack's groin with considerable force. The blow to his tortured testicles completely knocked the wind out of him. She left him there, gasping for breath, and went to bed.
Sunday morning was time for a new approach. Jack had been bound or chained since his capture on Friday night, but when Tina and Wally came into the living room about 9am , the first thing she did was release Jack from his bonds.
“Time for your morning exercises,” she said. “Stand up there and spread your legs. Put your hands behind your head.”
Jack didn't even hesitate. He just did what she told him. When he was in position, Wally put a mushroom boat anchor on the carpet between his feet. Tina looped a length of ½” rope around his balls and then had him bend his knees while she tied the other end to the anchor.
“OK, Jack, that anchor weighs 8 pounds. Straighten your legs and lift it off the floor.” Jack let out a painful moan as he managed to use his balls to lift the weight from the floor. The anchor was about 4” above the carpet by the time his legs were straight. After a few seconds, Tina said, “Let it back down now, but slowly.” Jack slowly lowered the weight to the floor and then took a labored breath.
“That's fine, Jack. Now I want you to do 200 more, just like that. Hold it off the floor each time for a slow 10 count. Get started!” Jack dutifully began to lift the weight. It took him a bit over two hours to complete the 200 repetitions, and long before he was done, he was sobbing from the pain.
Tina knew exactly what she was doing. Being tied down and having someone torture you was one thing, but actively torturing yourself was something completely different. Jack's fall into submission was complete. He would do anything Tina told him to do, no matter how painful or degrading.
After Jack made lunch and served it to Tina and Wally, he then had to serve both of them in a much more personal way. Once he was finished, Tina gave him some instructions.
“Well, Jack, you can go home now. Take your notebook with you. Remember, you are to drop everything and come when called, no matter what else you may have been doing. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Ma'am,” Jack answered without hesitation.
“Good,” Tina continued. “Now, with regard to little Jillie, this is what you are going to do. You are going to convince her to come here for dinner next Friday. Be here at 6pm . Then we will convince her to do what we want her to do. Wally and I are going to have a lot of fun with sweet, little Jillie!”
Meanwhile, back at Jack's house, Jill was home early. She had, of course, already discovered the break-in, and was watching Wally on the videotape from her concealed cameras. You see, Jack didn't really know Jill very well. His sweet, cute, diffident little wife was actually a high-level operative for a very secret government agency. She specialized in “wet” work. The second-grade-teacher thing was just a cover. She also knew that Jack fooled around, but, since she did too, she didn't really care.
This little game was about to turn interesting. Jack had thought himself a leopard, sliding through the jungle, until he met Tina, and learned about tigers. There are other hunters in the jungle, and some of them are far more dangerous than any tiger. After all, tigers are just pussy-cats. Now Tina was going to learn why tigers are endangered.
Well, if you liked this story, let me know, and I'll write what happens when Jillie meets Tina.
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