Midway Nightmares

Part eight

I brushed my teeth, pissed fire and then took a quick shower and took it upon myself to be in front of the door on my knees by 3:29. When the knock came I opened the door to an elderly lady in her late 40s, she was dressed in a dark brown business suit and what looked like jackboots, a blond man was standing behind her talking on a mobile phone that couldn't have been over 25 in a black suit. He walked past her and took a seat on the couch  and continued to carry on his conversation. I caught bits and pieces of what he was talking about and it seemed he was discussing plans for a night out with the boys. The woman circled me once and then lifted my chin and said, “open”. She inspected my teeth, running her finger over my teeth and gums. Then told me to stand and ran her hands over my chest, arms, legs and then cock and balls. The whole time with the door wide open and me hoping no one would walk by.

After a few tugs on my genitals, she close the door and lead me to Ann.

Ann said, “You must be June and is that Micheal? 

“Yes.” She stroke my cock. “When is the last time this,” thumbing toward me, “came.”

“About an hour ago but he is on a medication that will keep him hard regardless.”

“Hmmmm, we'll see how long he can keep it up. When is its next appointment?”

“8pm. I figured he might need a bit of a break.”

“Well, if the dose is right he won't. Isn't that right Micheal.” Micheal waved a hand and continued with his conversation.

“Does he have a safe word or is he a real slave?”

“No safe word, and you are welcome to use whatever tools you wish in the other room. However he is my property and I want it undamaged or you will have to answer to me and my enforcer Jim.” Jim the enforcer? Could that be Jim that I sucked off or was she making the whole thing up.

“How lose is his ass?”

“Nothing has been in it today but it's still pretty tight.”

“Here's $200, I want him until 7:30 and I'll throw in an extra $100 if he sucks off Micheal.”

“Sure, he isn't bi but that shouldn't be a problem.”

She tossed three hundred dollar bills on the table next to Ann and started to lead me to the room. “Come Micheal, you have work to do and then you can go out with the boys.”

“I'll knock on the door at 7:20, I'm going to the spa for a mud bath and a rub down so you will have the room all to yourselves.” with that Ann got up and left.

June took a seat in one of the chairs as Micheal disrobed. I was relieved when his cock came into view and it wasn't as big as Jim's. “Now boys you can start with fore play on the bed and then it will lick Micheal's anus and suck Micheal off until he comes.”

Fore play? God she wanted us to make love, not just fuck. Luckily Micheal replied with “yes dear.” and grabbed me by the hand and began kissing me fully on the mouth. I fought back the sickness the situation was causing me. I tried to close my eyes and imagine it was Ann I was kissing but the feeling of his beard against my face destroyed that image. He ran his hands across my back and drew me on top of his body which was now lying on the bed. He's hand pushed gently on my shoulders and I took the clue to moved down his body with my mouth.

I could feel his cock below me hardening as my mouth moved closer. Licking around it I dropped to my knees next to the bed and lifted his leg upward and began rimming his ass hole. At least he was clean. He's cock was at this point hard, resting and dripping precum on to my forehead. After what seemed like forever, he dropped his knees over my shoulders and began rubbing his cock all over my face. I stuck out my tongue and began lapping against the underside. Before long he had had enough of the licking and stood and began pumping his cock in and out of my mouth with his hands on the top of my head. With a grunt and a slowing of the pumps he deposited cum into my throat.

When he was done, I felt the pain on my back. “You dirty filthy cock sucking fagot. I guess I'll need to beat the sickness out of you. It's degenerates like you that are destroying the fatherland!” Another pain shot through me as Micheal slipped out of my mouth wiped off his cock with a towel, got dress and left without a word. June kept hitting me with the belt. I'm not sure how long it went on but there were tears in my eyes and welts on my back, thighs and upper arms when she stopped. I turned my head  to see her sitting, she had taken off her jacket and was wearing a brown shirt with a Nazi arm band. In one hand was a long 2 inch leather strap and in the other was a riding crop.

“You fags are worst then the Jews or the niggers cause you look like a good German on the outside but inside you are inferior and non human. Many of you have mated and passed on your traits to your children. You are part of a sickness that can only be solved with extermination.” This woman was frightening me. I really couldn't tell if she was playing a role or was really believed what she was saying. Ann had left me alone with this crazy woman and wouldn't be back for another 3 hours.

“The only thing that is keeping you alive and not going to the furnace, is the information you have.” OK, I thought, I get it, it's a torture scene. “The names of other fagots and where they can be found. Plus you have a nice cock to enjoy later and maybe a talented mouth.” With this she pushed her hand down to her crotch and rubbed. “First thing, first. Get in that chair.” I moved to the high back chair that she had pointed to and sat down.

She quickly tied my hands palm down on the top of the arm rests and then tied my feet to the back legs of the chair pulling them back. This caused my knees to spread wide and left my genitals open to whatever punishment she wished. Next action came as a surprise, she forced my mouth open and shoved in a large dildo gag and buckled it as tight as she could get it.  To finish me off she pulled my cock and balls through a hole in a plastic 6 inch wide and 10 inch long board. I'm unsure if she brought it or if Ann had. I don't remember ever seeing it again.

Then she pulled up a chair in front of me and said, “You see too often, you sissies give up names too quickly. It's cause you are weak. This cheats me of the joy of torturing you. I like to loosen you up to the point that you will give up your mother if I would only stop. I like to completely break you. Yes you will be broken within a few hours, maybe less but I will torture you for the next 2 hours, then you will talk and then I will use you for my pleasure. One of my goals for the next hour is seeing if we can get rid of this erection.” She raised the crop, just held it there and watch me try to move and squirm my way out of what I knew was coming. The first strike she hit the board and laughed as I tried to move. The second didn't, it hit it's mark right on the top of my right ball. If I could have I would have rolled up in a ball. The next strike was the top of the glands then the left ball. At first she paused for effect between each strike but soon she was swinging that crop quickly and with all her strength.

I struggled to break free and screamed into the gag for help that would never come. When she stopped I was crying out right with my chin on my chest. But thanks to the pills my cock was still hard as a rock. She inspected my cock and mused about its hardness, “That is strange, maybe it's so turned on from the cock sucking or the fagot is getting off on getting beat. The Degenerate piece of shit is a masochist. Well, my little masochistic cocksucker, you are really going to enjoy this.”  She started by tying a twine around the base of my cock and balls and then tied off each ball and then tightly around the base of the shaft. Next was a zipper of  10 clothes pins that she started at the base of the underside and ran up and over the top and then down the other side. She then did the same around each ball and around the crown and along the staff. I looked down and horror as I realized that as painful as the 40 clothes pins were bitting into my flesh, it would be 10 fold when she grabbed the string of the zipper and pulled them off.

“Are you ready, fagot?” Off came the first one around the crown, my whole body shock in reaction and I screamed into the gag. She waited for me to caught my breath and relax again and then toyed with the two on my balls, “I wonder which is worst. Slow or quick. Let's test it. Left will be slow and right fast.” She ever so slowly pulled on the string. Pulling the tight skin out and away and then pop it would come. She'd smile at me as I twisted and panted in pain. Then as soon as I was relaxed she would start up again. 9 later and I was begging for death with my eyes and she played with the direction of the pull. “Hmmm this last one is tricky, Maybe pulling from the top or the side. We want the best effect.” In the mean time the clothes pin twisted and slide with the changes in direction. I was cursing god himself by the time it slipped through. Unlike the first one, the slow one which was prolonged pain, the quick second was an instant fire of pain.

“I'm unsure. Both, judging from your reaction are painful but in different ways. So on the last zipper I think the back will be slow and then the last one quick.” The experience was beyond anything that had happened thus far. I began to feel the floating warmth of sub space by the time she was through. She stroked my inflamed cock. “Hmmm seems to have lost some of it's peep.” I looked down and yes it did seem to be less hard but of course her stroking it and the image of her doing it quickly brought the blood back to it.

Now every sub or Dom has a toy bag. A lot of times you buy something that you think will be a great toy and experience, only to find it either too painful or not interesting. A few years back I had a Pro Dom that I'd seen a couple of time and she kept bring up sounding rods. At first I wasn't interested but the more she brought it up the more interested I became. Since she refused to use toys that had been used on other sub, I had to buy a set flat ended sounding rods. I remember being really excited about getting them and tried them out on myself. I think that I got the smallest one in about an inch when I decided that the pain was too much, packed them up and hid them in the back of my closet. Last I knew they were on the bottom of a box full of old year books and junk. Ann must have found them cause here they were spread out on the lap of this crazy Nazi bitch.

She pulled out a couple and looked them over. After looking them over and holding each inches from my face she at last decided on one of the mid sized ones and applied lube to it. Ever so slowly she began to slid it down my urethra. At first, it felt like someone was cutting my penis wide open but then it settled into a feeling of pissing broken glass and she keep pushing. When she got to the point where there was resistance she stopped, sat back and watched as I tried my best to eject it. This of course, just increased the pain.

Trying of watching she began to slid it in and out and twisting it. It only increased and prolonged the pain. After about ten minutes of this treatment my penis was beginning to soften again. “Oh, we don't like this do we? Well I'll give you to the count of ten to get hard again or I will have to add a larger one.” I tried with all my might but only managed to cause my cock to jump a little and fall again. When she reached 10, I was about a quarter full. “Well then a bigger one it is.” I cried openly as she slid the largest rod deep inside me. I feared that she would split the urethra open. “There that will at least keep it straight and maybe my Jewess can get it fully hard again.” She pulled out a remote control and clicked a button. She lit a cigarette and took a drag and blew the smoke into my face. When she needed to ash, she flipped the ashes on to my chest and genitals. After a few minutes passed and there was a soft knock at the door. June got up and walked into the other room and answered the door. “About time you filthy Jew. Now take off those clothes and get int there.”

In walked a woman in her 20s. She was skin and bones and her head was shaved. She was attractive but there was something that looked unhealthy about her. Her cheeks were pulled in and she was covered with scars and bruises. As she got close I noticed the shock collar around her neck, the number tattoo on her wrist and wire running from her genital area to the collar. She wore beaten up work boot, the kind we used to call boon dockers or deck boots. There was also a scent of waste that seemed to travel with her.  As she got closer I noticed the Star of David tattooed on her chest.

“This is one of the many Jewish pig cunts they give me to assist in my work. This one longs for the furnace. Don't you?” June pushed the button again and the women fall the floor, grabbing her crotch and shaking.

“Yes mama.” she squeaked out and June released the button.

“I was once told the story of Arab tribes that would insert a glass tube into the urethra and then would have the most beautiful tribal women dance and excite the victim. Causing them to have an erection and break the tube. The idea that the pain was caused by the victim's own weakness of flesh always interested me.” She put out the cigarette on the board within a inch of my scrotum. I had to look down to make sure she didn't put it out on my scrotum cause I felt the heat. “You may not have a glass tube in there but I'm thinking that it will not be a pleasant experience. Cunt, use your slimy body to excite the fagot.”

The woman got to her knee in front of me and began to rub my cock between her hands, while she licked and sucked the glands. The effect was that my cock slowly responded to erection again. It was painful beyond belief. Like there was a giant kidney stone wedged in the full length of my penis. However as she took my cock in her mouth and began pumping it in and out of her mouth, I slowly began to creep to orgasm despite the pain. This brought a worry to my mind. With the sounding rod tightly forced into place, what would it feel like to come. Add to that the twine tide to the base of my cock. I knew there would be very little of the orgasm that would be pleasurable.

“You greedily whore, don't make him come yet.” The woman pulled away and June began to tap and spin the sounding rod, I screamed into the gag. Only a few hours ago I would have been begging to come. Now all I wanted was the pain to stop. “Plug this in and bring me the device.”

Device? What device? I didn't like the sound of this. There were no devices on the dresser earlier. I really hadn't looked that closely but I had a sinking, stomach dropping, fear I knew what it meant.

June made a show of holding the alligator clips slightly apart and turning the dial. Creating a spark to travel between them. My breathing accelerate and I fear hyperventilating. This was simply too many first. The thing with kissing another man, then the sounding rods and now electric play. It was too much, I shock my head no non-stop for 5 minutes as June pushed the woman between her legs and under her skirt and enjoyed my helpless state.

By the time she began to hock the clips to the sounding rod, my glands and one for each ball, I was so out of it that I was beginning to detach from myself. It was like I was watching these Nazi torture do this to someone else. I was floating somewhere toward the celling looking down. I was beginning to wonder if I was dead and was on my way to the other place. I came crashing down as I felt first a tickling pleasure and then a burning pain. She seemed to play with the dial, bring on a pleasurable buzz and then as soon as I relaxed she'd crack the thing to pure pain. It felt like I was pissing melted lead. I'm not sure how long this went on until she grew bored with it. I did manage to bite through the dildo gag though.

There was silence for a few minutes, all I could hear was the slurping sound of the woman under June's skirt and June's heavy breathing. I guessed that she was building to an orgasm and was happy to not be the focus of her attention for a while. I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. It was 5:13pm. God almost half way through and I had no idea how much more I could take. On top of everything else I felt like I had to piss. Weather it was the sounding rod, electric or natural causes was beyond me but it was pressing. I didn't knew weather to be excited or full of dread when I noticed that June was orgasming. At this point all I wanted was this thing out of me, a nice piss, something to eat and a hot bath.

She pushed the woman away from her and yanked off the clips, untied my cock and ball and pulled it through the board. For a minute there I thought she would let me go but no such lucky. She just hit the button on the remote again and said, “No laying around you Jewish pig, finish him off with that cunt of yours. Oh and do use a condom.” I tried to protest but what could I do. She addressed my concern by saying, “That pig has been raped so many times, that it would be surprising if she didn't have VD. I don't see why a degenerate like you would have a problem with that.”

The woman, pulled a dildo from her cunt and tossed it to the floor. Then slipped her legs under the arm rests and slipped my cock into her. I would have enjoyed this if it wouldn't have been for the sounding rod. With each thrust, it pushed deeper in me. “The Jewess is a cock hungry whore and hasn't had the real thing or an orgasm without pain for 6 months. I'm afraid you are in for it.” That was putting it lightly as she began to buck with lust at light speed against me. Wrapped within the pain I felt the orgasm coming. June must have known it was coming cause she shocked the woman and she jump off me to watch me buck in pain as the come tried to make its way pass the sounding rod. The orgasm seemed to last for ever and all that June did was laugh. Once I claimed down, she removed the rod and watched as the come seemed to leak out. Followed by a stream of piss that she aimed at my face.

“I think it's ready to talk. Remove the gag and clean him up while I have a bit to eat. When I come back I want him hard and wanting.” with that she picked up her coat and walked out of the room.

End of part eight.