Him

Part 4
Up in the kitchen I made myself something to eat. Sitting down and eating my mind wandered back to Nicolas’s misdeeds. The rage once more built up in me when I thought of what he had done to those women. I want him to pay dearly for what he has done…]
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They fell in love with him so easily. Once he had their trust he would ask them to marry him. Of course they had all said yes, what woman wouldn’t for the perfect guy? They would plan a big engagement party to announce their wedding to the world. She thinks she is going to her engagement party but Nicolas has other plans. As she enters the room that she thinks is her engagement party strong hands take her by surprise. They bind her in a hog-tie on a large oak table. She is crying and scared, and then she sees Nicolas and screams for him to save her. Nicolas comes to her with something in his hands. He forces a penis gag past her jaws and deep into her mouth. She hears him say, “This bitch make too much noise”. She watches through tear filled eyes as he turns and walks away. The man she loves, the man she trusted has betrayed her. She is crushed.
The rest of the nightmare is a blur. Her clothes are cut from her body. She is auctioned off to the highest bidders. Bids for first blowjob and popping the virgin’s cherry are taken with Nicolas as the auctioneer. Then other people paying for her ‘services’ use her the whole nightlong. After the last person has had their way with her, Nicolas releases the woman naked in the streets. He tells them he could never marry a whore like them. He says a virgin would never do the things I saw you do tonight. The women’s lives are shattered in one night. Most can’t live with themselves and take their own life by morning’s light. Those that don’t kill themselves retreat deep into their own minds and are sent to an asylum for the insane.
Nicolas preys upon weak women. He has become rich off of them.
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…Now I have access to that money and I will use it toward training Nicolas and to support abused women. I need to find a way to save the women that lived.

Nicolas is feeling miserable. His body is racked with pain. His muscles are cramped from his very limited movement. His tongue feels like a dried out sponge and the pain from the clamp is driving him insane. How did he get like this? What are her intentions? He has never been this scared in his whole life. At this moment he feels broken like there is no fight left in him. This woman is crazy he must do what she wants. He does not want to suffer like this anymore. Is she ever coming back? She must come back. Nicolas can do nothing but wait for her return. Please return his mind screams. Nicolas drifts off to a safer place in his mind, not really sleep but he is not really conscious either. His mind snaps back to reality when he hears a noise outside the door. She is back he hopes and prays.
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Since long the pain had past a stage in which it was intolerable. First the clamp bit into the sensitive flesh of my tongue and its weight tensed my muscle, spreading an acute pain. I am drooling like an idiot but gradually my saliva runs out and my tongue turns leathery. It swells and turns numb while the cramp of my arched and restrained body occupies progressively my mind. I shift myself restlessly to get some relief but I cannot maintain any position for any period of time as another part of my body starts aching. My agony  is nothing more but a discomfort, however, compared to the emotions that rage through my mind; uncertainty, anger and fear what she has done and what she would inflict on me. My ordeal has drained my strength and my head sinks despondently towards the ground. I hear the door being opened. I sense her presence but I am to exhausted and frightened to react…
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When I open the door I see him, kneeling and head bowed. “Let’s see if you are willing to obey my commands now”. I walk over to him and take away his blindfold. He has his eyes closed and won’t look at me. “Okay one of the lessons you’ve learned well. Let’s see about that dirty tongue of yours”. I loosen the clamp and let his swollen purple tongue free. He cannot use his tongue; it hangs bloated out of the ring gag. I have a sport bottle in hand and squirt water over his hot angry looking tongue. It feels cool and soothing, he moans softly. He must eat I don’t want him dying of starvation. I have lain in a power drink that supplies him with all the nutrients he needs. Taking a funnel I shove the pointed end into the ring of the gag. The funnel squeezes past his swollen tongue causing great pain to him. Lifting the funnel into an upright position also puts an extra strain on his neck from his collar and stocks. Moaning sounds of pain come out of the funnel as I pour the power drink into the funnel. “Spill any pig and you will suffer”, I threaten. The fluid drains quickly down his throat. He swallows furiously to keep up but near the end he chokes and a small amount of the drink is spilt. “That’s going to cost you”.
I lock his wrists to his collar using a couple of links of chain. I remove the stocks that were holding him. Next the chain anchoring him to the basement floor by his balls is released and he is ‘free’ to move about. “I want you at attention,” I tell Nicolas. “This means you have to stand on your feet and wait until I give the order to kneel again. This is what you have to do every time I come in, when you can’t stand because you are restricted with a chain to the ball-cuff you have to kneel and putt your forehead to the floor”. I pull him on his feet and tell him to stand there at attention. He complies without hesitation with his eyes down not looking at me. He sighs, and shifts from one foot to the other but he stays quiet but in visible pain from the wooden blocks.
I gather items from the shelf I need but I always keep one eye on him. “I know what you did to those women, your ‘fiancées’. You will pay for your past misdeeds, pay very dearly”. His shoulders droop down and his chin hangs to his chest. It looks like he is really ashamed, but I won’t believe it.
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I hear her approaching and feel how she removes my blindfold. I do not dare to open my eyes, much to her approval. I am almost grateful when she takes away the clamp. But it brings no relief because I only feel how sore it is when the blood starts circulating again. I try to flex it but it remains limp and it juts prostrately through the ring gag. I am parched. She pours some water on my thirsting tongue and I feel its soothing cold on my sore flesh. I try to beg for more but the only sound I can produce is unintelligible moaning...
With my eyes still closed, I feel her hands next to my face. Before I can squint through my caked eyelids I have a thick rubber tube forced down my throat. In my blurred vision I see a funnel at the end of the tube. She pulls the tube up and this strains my aching back and shoulders. I groan at the inflicted pain. She tells me to swallow all she pours down the tube. I taste the sickening sweet taste of the sports drink that does nothing to lessen my thirst. Yet, I gulp eagerly in obedience to her command but she over feeds me and I nearly choke. I spill some of the liquid and accept passively that I shall be punished for this...
My wrists are chained to the collar before I am released. With my eyes cast down I listen to her instructions. She raises me to have me stand at attention. My knees are weak and I feel miserable of the ache in my tormented limbs and from the pain that springs from the spiked blocks that are glued to my feet. I am struggling to comply to her order but endure the pain in fear that worse might come otherwise. While I am standing there she goes on with her own business, ignoring my predicament. Casually she tells me that she knows about my dealings with the other women. Despite her composure, she seems very upset about this and she tells me that I shall pay for this. I am reminded of the ordeal she has put me through already and despair at the thought of the pain and humiliation she may still heap on me...
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I suddenly feel his eyes wandering over me and when I look I see his defiant stern blue eyes looking straight at me. I have a single-tailed whip in my hand and it snakes out at him like lightening. It lands a direct hit right below his right nipple. A small cut trickles blood as a large welt appears. “So soon we forget ore lessons? I expected better behaviour from you. His eyes are down again. He swallows and moans in pain. His tongue is still outside his mouth, he can’t pull him back. It is still too swollen to pull back through the ring. It is an angry blue-red colour now. All this time he is standing on his feet, with the blocks. When I tell him to kneel again, with a sigh of relief he falls to his knees at once. “How does that feel to overcome your pride by kneeling when commanded too”?
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But I realise that I have to fight for my survival. I look for a way out and see her shapely but nimble body. To think that I once liked and courted her. That double-dealing bitch! Certainly I shall not be subdued by that cunt! I try to form words and scold her, even plead with her. But I am still speechless and the effort is too much for my exhausted body. I sway and the movement catches her eye. I manage to keep myself standing and look in her direction. Immediately she lashes out at me and I feel the sting of the whip that trails a burning welt across my breast. Tears spring to my eye and I gasp and sigh in pain. She walks over to me and commands me to kneel down. Eagerly I obey her and let all subversive thoughts slip from my mind.
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I take his chin and look him in the eyes. “I have something for you”, I tell him and I let him see what I have in my hand. His eyes get big and he swallows again. In my hand I have a double-sided dildo. “See, this side goes into your ring-gag and this side goes into my pussy”, I say with a smile. I shove the shorter end of the dildo through the ring of his gag trapping his engorged tongue once more. He moans from the pain. “Now I want you to fuck me”. I take his ears in my hands and I shove the long thick end of the dildo sticking out of his mouth deep into my waiting wet pussy. I start pulling and pushing his ears moving the dildo in and out fucking my pussy with his dildo filled mouth. When I let go of his ears he tries to take over the pace but it’s too difficult for him so I have to take his ears again. I came three times this way and I felt wonderful, never in my life have I felt this kind of electricity in my body, it’s the thrill of having your own toy doing this for you, I think. I let the dildo stick inside the ring-gag and it’s a nice sight to see this big cock coming out of his mouth.
I pour some cold water in a bowl and take that to his cell. I put it on the floor and then I go back to him and tell him to stand again. He moans softly and looks sad at me. I swing my whip down hard on his ass. A muffled scream comes from him. “Don’t you dare look at me! Next time you will lose your sight for a month! Come on, get on your feet and be quick about it”! I grab an ear again and pull him on his feet. “Lets go to the toilet, I think its time you have to piss or take a crap. I am putting you away for a while and I won’t have this mess in your cell, so now is your chance to do this or else you have to wait until I come back”. I pull on the leash I have attached to his balls. With his feet tightly hobbled it takes time to walk over to the toilet but when we are arrived there he tries to stand before the pot to piss. I stop him just in time, “Oh no you don’t, only a real man can stand to piss and you are not a real man to me. So you have to sit down and do your business”. He tries to do it but nothing comes out. “If you make a mess in your cell you have to clean it with your tongue”, I threaten him. After a while he grunts to let me know he is finished. I let him bow forward and I wipe his ass with a cold cloth.
It’s a long way back to the cell with the tiny steps he takes we will be a long time getting there. I decide he has to adjust to me, and I take longer steps and he has to follow me or his balls will be ripped off.
In his cell I show him the bowl of water I put there, “this is for your swollen tongue to cool down, but first you have to fuck me again”. I put the big dildo back onto my pussy and I urge him to go faster and faster until I shake all over my body and I climax again in a big orgasm. It feels great. I pull the dildo out of his ring gag and then command him to lick the whole thing clean. Then its time to lock him away. I close the cell door with a loud clang and I see he shifts uneasily to the sound. I turn out the lights and a close the “apartment’ door. It’s been a long day; I am tired, in need of a shower and a good night’s sleep.
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With one hand she grabs my head and pulls it backwards so that I can see what she is holding in the other. It is a thick black double-sided dildo. I blink at the sight and try to swallow very hard, to no avail. One side of the dildo she thrusts down my throat. It squeezes my swollen tongue against the ring gag which makes me moan in pain. She only laughs and bares her crotch and grabs my ears. She pulls me forward and I see the dildo penetrate her wet pussy. She rides hard against me, the dildo hurting my tongue and the back of my throat. She let me go but I could not keep up the pace and she took control again, nearly tearing my ears from my head. I felt and saw her belly convulse and endured passively her prolonged climax while I was softly crying...
She leaves me there, worn-down and humiliated with the perverse black rod, still glistening from her lust, protruding from my mouth. Its weight tenses my aching neck downwards but, when she puts something on the floor, I look instinctively in her direction. Its weight pulls my head down again immediately and she moves towards me. She must have caught my look for I am punished with the whip without delay, its sting digging in my buttocks.
I am pulled up by my ear and, with a leash attached to my balls; I am drawn towards a corner to relieve myself so that I would not soil my cell. In her wake I struggle towards the toilet. I have to go urgently but I am stopped in my tracks by her; she forces me to sit down as a woman for I am no longer considered to be a man by her. I feel deeply embarrassed but I manage eventually to do my business. When I am ready, I am cleaned by her and dragged back to my place. I can hardly follow her pace but the leash pulls painfully at my balls.
She shows me a bowl of water to cool my tongue but first she fucks herself again with the dildo. I endure this humiliation but I am nearly overcome with nausea as the dildo makes me wretch and the pungent taste and smell of her intimacy fills my mouth and nose. But I manage to hang on just when she stalls and climaxes wildly. She smothers me in her crotch while she is panting and cursing at me under her breath, then she removes the dildo. I try to lick it clean as ordered but I can still hardly control my tongue. It does not make a difference, however, as she rubs it over my tongue. Suddenly, she is all efficient again and I am restrained like before. I accept my bonds meekly and wait until she goes away. I hear the door being closed and startle to it. I do not want to think how long she may leave me like this. Overcome with thirst, sink my hot tongue deep into the cool water that is placed before me until I can move it again, then fall asleep on the cold, hard floor of my cell...
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