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Pussy Whipped Wimp - Chapter 11
The woman leaned forward and her eyes glittering, she thumbed whatever was in the hypodermic needle directly into my penis. At first there was localized burning, not strong enough to cause me great pain, but nonetheless a harbinger of things to come. She looked over to where Lil and Roxy were standing and told them to watch what happened to my cock. The feeling of heat had now spread to my entire sex organ and was causing a prickly sensation that rapidly grew in intensity. I was astonished to notice that my penis was now increasing in size, its girth growing visibly larger as I stared at it.
Lil let out a whistle as my organ increased somewhat in length as well as girth. However counter-balancing that was the increase in pain I was experiencing. It must have showed in my face, for the woman called it to the attention of my wife and mother-in-law. She then mentioned that as my cock swelled, my urethra would become effectively blocked, too narrow to pass urine, being squeezed from all sides by the swelling flesh. According to what she said, this condition would last for anywhere from eight to twelve hours.
To add to my discomfort she instructed them to wait for an hour or two and then boil a pot of coffee for at least ten minutes, and after it cooled so as not to burn the inside of my mouth, force feed it to me, making sure that I downed the entire pot. That would prove to be no problem since by then my swollen sex organ would be so tender that even touching it would cause excruciating pain. Once again the dark-haired woman stared at Roxy and warned her that any deviation from her instructions would cause some serious pain and suffering to come down on her empty head.
By tomorrow morning I would be begging for relief from my blocked urethra and my backed up bladder. They were ordered not to do anything to allow me to relieve myself, that would only occur when she visited and checked on how I was taking this first of many injections. I steeled myself for a miserable evening and was not disappointed. Roxy went out of her way to avoid even being in my room, so frightened of that woman was she. Perhaps that was the only good thing that had occurred in my miserable life since my return to what was once my house.
I wasn't sure that the urine soaked panties were worse than the boiled coffee Lil poured down my throat. Her hand hovered over my swollen penis as a threat if I did not drink all my coffee like a "good little wimp". She gagged me with a new pair of ripe panties in which she had personally urinated on a number of occasions. I nearly gagged at the foul tasting wad of soaked cotton she stuffed into my mouth. I thought my eyes would pop from their sockets when she pressed her hand down on my bulging bladder. Then I was left in darkness with the heaters operating at maximum. This might have eased my pain somewhat by forcing me to perspire heavily, thus preventing much of the liquid I had been force fed from getting into my system. Still in all I was in agony by the time their paid killer arrived to check on my progress.
She grudgingly had to admit that further use of this approach might cause catastrophic damage to my body, enough to let a skilled coroner come to the conclusion that foul play was an issue in my death. She explained that in certain cases this technique had worked, but evidently I was a little stronger than she estimated. Lil sighed realizing that it might take months before they could afford the luxury of allowing me to die of "natural" causes. In the meantime she wanted them to put steady pressure on my body to enhance the probability of some organ failing and causing my death. I was to be put on a starvation diet for one month and then allowed to gain weight by being force fed with food laden with salt and fats until my weight was recovered. Then the process would be reversed once more.
In parallel I would be forced to drink upwards of two gallons of water laced with a powerful diuretic daily, and only be allowed to urinate every six hours. My urine would be collected until two gallons were available. Then this would be substituted for the water and the same diuretic added to it. I did some mental arithmetic and came to the conclusion that unless I was going to sweat off at least seventy-five percent of the water they would make me ingest, my bladder would not be able to sustain such a liquid loading. Then I relaxed a bit realizing that the murderess would not be ordering such a procedure unless I was capable of enduring it without any immediate damage to my kidneys and bladder.
She would be sending a trained nurse to check on my progress weekly, and woe to them if I was found to be in difficulty, since this "recipe" had been specifically developed for me based on my age, body weight and general health. That did not exacty comfort me considering I would be dealing with Roxy at times and she was not only cruel but incredibly ignorant.
Despite my damaged penis, Lil and Roxy were encouraged to make me have as many ejaculations as possible daily. She left measured doses of Viagra coupled with meth to increase my metabolism rate, elevate my blood pressure and make it easier for them to give me erections. They were given a list of my erogenous zones and instructed in how to stimuate my prostate. As a going away present the brunette injected me in both testicles with a drug that made them double in size and become so sensitive that merely blowing one's breath on them made me feel as if they were being immersed in scalding water.
Then for the frosting on the cake, she pulled back the foreskin on my withered penis and threaded about six inches of flexible, solid plastic into my urethra. At the tip of the plastic was a stud, which blocked any flow of urine from my bladder. The process hurt like fury and I was blinking back tears by the time she was done. The thought of having this procedure done four times daily absolutely terrified me. I just knew that Roxy would make this process as agonizing as it could possibly be. I could just imagine her pushing it in and then taking it out over and over until my body was quivering like a struck tuning fork.
Roxy snuck into my room just as soon as the woman left the house. It was obvious that my swollen testicles were what fascinated her tiny brain. I closed my eyes and willed her to disappear, foolish though it might sound. Unfortunately when I opened them she had come even closer and the look on her pudgy face made me shudder. She gingerly took my penis and moved it back to fully expose those twin bowling balls that were still growing in size, although much reduced in rate.
When she ran that long nail attached to her index finger down my scrotum, I thought I was going to swallow the urine soaked gag stifling any screams that might be drawn from me. The pain was indescribable, a cross between liquid fire and ground glass being rubbed into the flesh. She tittered and blew me a kiss, warning that she'd be back with a friend and then I would truly wish for death. I could do nothing but strain against my bonds in the slim hope that perhaps my struggles might loosen them enough for me to escape.
It was Roxy, my faithful and loving wife who came up with the idea of using her house cat to torture me by the hour while she looked on enjoying the show as I writhed in agony, tears steaming down my cheeks and my body moving spastically in a vain attempt to escape the terrible, unending pain that her devil cat was creating. When she first appeared holding this purring demon in her arms I wondered what was going to happen. She dumped the cat onto my body and it scrambled around to find a comfortable place on me to curl up upon. It wasn't until she reached into her pocket and withdrew a small basting brush and a jar containing some mysterious contents that I began to put two and two together.
She painted my swollen testicles with a thick layer of the material, and then sat back and watched the actions of the cat. The creature homed in on the scent of the stuff and began applying its rough tongue to my super sensitive testicles. There was enough leeway in my bonds to allow me to move my body somewhat, which frightened the animal away for a time, but it returned and so we played a little cat and mouse game, with me taking the part of the prey. I became too tired to effectively fight off the cat and so it settled down and began to lick my gonads clean of whatever it was, while Roxy looked on and grinned stupidly. I was begining to intensely hate this pudgy, crass woman who I had foolishly married.
To save my sanity I dreamed of ways that I could retaliate if I had Roxy under my power. It might be fun to see just how much water could be forced into her belly until it ruptured. Then again it might be more fun to pump air into her rectum and keep increasing the pressure until it blew her lower intestines apart and she screamed in agony as she bled to death. Maybe rubbing her vulva and labia with acid jelly might be a better way to create a hell on earth for this ugly monster of a woman. This little mind game worked well and after a time the cat's tongue became some type of background activity that I acknowledged, but did not obsess about.
Roxy trumped my little game by plunging the head of my penis into the jar and keeping it there for a minute or so before releasing it to the cat's raspy tongue. Now it was impossible to ignore the sensations that were created by the mouser. I screamed silently into the urine soaked panties gagging me securely, as it felt as if there was a blowtorch eating away at my defenseless sex organ. I don't know what would have happened ultimately, but the entrance of Lil ended this little game. She sent the cat and its mistress running from the room.
This did not mean any relief, it was just time for me to drink the first installment of my daily two gallons of water or urine. It would be three days before I'd be given any solid food. She jammed a funnel into my mouth and ordered me to bite down hard to keep it in place while she poured the first quart or so of tepid water into it. I gulped it down as best I could, and for my reward I received a second dose. I felt sick from the load that stretched my stomach. It looked as if I had swallowed a football. Lil ran her hand over my stretched belly skin and smiled.
"I hope you like water and more water, because that's all you'll be getting until the day after tomorrow."
I groaned inwardly at my fate, but resolved not to let them break me. Little did I know what was in store for me over the next few months as they ground me down to the nub with one fiendish torture after another.
( To be continued - rolf palsy )
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