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The Client
My victim, or ‘client’ as I like to call them, today is a special case. The King has ordered me to make his punishment the most extreme in recorded history, even though no one will ever see the record. Only the King, his daughter, myself, and of course the client would ever know. He’d had the audacity to rape the King's daughter, and it was my job to make sure he paid the price for such a disgusting act.
I had already begun, but only with preparations. I had my men strap him into my specially designed rack. This rack put my victim at a 45 degree angle with his only support being a rounded wooden beam that rested in the small of his back. His wrists were cuffed in leather that had lambskin lining (no sense in letting him bleed anywhere that I didn't want him to) and had ropes that stretched his arms away from his chest at an angle as well as a rope that could be used to pull straight up. This set up allowed me to exactly determine the angle and stretch. His ankles were in a similar bind, I could spread them further apart or pull them down for dislocation. A harness around the chest with a rope at the base of the neck allowed me to bend him far backward over the support at his back.
The part that made this rack special was hat the gears were in such a place that when the ropes were tightened the stretches could be made to go in the natural arc of movement. This allowed for the maximum stretch and pain with minimum damage. I had placed men into full 'splits' without breaking a single tendon, although often times they were stretched to the point of uselessness when I was all done.
"I think that a full split will be what I'll work on today." I purred as I slipped into the tight leather outfit I wore when practicing my art.
Last night the client was only placed in a light stretch, barely even painful. However he was also allowed to stare all night at the torture devices on the walls and the tray of implements next to him. Most of the stuff on the walls and the tray don't even have a purpose, other than to stoke the victim's imagination.
As an added torment the royal executioner set his latest 'client' up right in front of my victim. The executioner's man had been stripped naked (I left my client clothed on purpose) bound with his wrists behind his back and had a large dull pole inserted in his anus that was then set in the floor. The pole was too tall for the man to reach the floor, so over the course of the night the pole slid deeper and deeper into the doomed man. It would be hours before the stake managed to reach something vital.
She had watched the set up from the shadows with a smile. The executed man had played his part perfectly. He screamed and begged for mercy he prayed to his gods for forgiveness, wailed in agony, cried like a baby, yelled out for his mother, and pissed all over himself.
And that was all before the execution began.
When they had actually forced the stake into his tight ass his scream rang off the walls for hours. I watched my victim as he stared in horror at the man writing in death and unfathomable agony. My victim had been tightly gagged, and it was a good thing to since he vomited several times, the gag made him swallow it rather than make a mess of himself.
"You will wish you were the man on the stake when I'm only halfway through with you." I chuckled as I finished lacing up my outfit.
Stepping down into the dungeon I noticed that the man set to die was still alive, although barely. I shivered with delight, I was allowed to torture anyone who lived the night on the stake. It would be a good show for my victim. I went over to the side wall where there were buckets of cold water and poured it over the man on the stake causing him to jerk more fully awake and whimper. My victim stared at me with surprise, clearly he thought the executioner was going to be dealing with him today.
"Did you know that a man on the edge of death is still capable of sexual release?" I asked both men.
"No, no, no..." The man on the stake moaned.
"Yes, nothing like the ultimate humiliation of being made to cum in front of another man just before death. Not to mention that's the smallest fucking cock I've ever seen...but I can still work with it." I looked up at my victim. "I wonder, will watching him cum make you hard? Let's find out."
The man on the stake struggled to get away from my touch as I pulled on his cock just enough to make him hard. It really was a silly little thing and I only needed two fingers to work it into a lather. Just as he came I pinched down on his tip as hard as I could. He had just started to relax in the idea of enjoying one last orgasm when I turned it in on itself. The base of his cock swelled with the backed up juices.
My victim watched the man like he had been hypnotized by a snake. The man in my grasp thrashed and tried to trust his pelvis in desperate need for release. As he fought the pole slipped in deeper. His madness for need for release forced him to ruin himself on the stake. Just before he passed out I let him go and a tiny amount of cum dribbled out his cock. Death took him almost instantly after that.
"Just imagine...soon you'll wish this was you."
My victim started to cry as he started to dry heave against his fear. I had men come in and take the dead man away and clean the floor. Once they where done I ran my hand up his clothing clad legs and cupped his crotch.
"Wow, you are only a little hard, but you are huge. I love working with big cocks, more surface area to tease and torture. I'll have you so hard by the end of the day that you won't even recognize this thing."
He whimpered and tried to beg between the gag between his teeth. He was handsome, well muscled, with bright blue eyes. He was going to be my crowning achievement. It was not the King's wish that he die, it was his wish that he be driven insane, truly insane. I gave his semi hard junk a squeeze before going to my gears that controlled the ropes.
I decided to leave his arms in a relatively pain free position for this session. His legs however I spread until he began panting for breath. I cranked the gears three more notches and he threw his head back and gave out a muffled cry. Smiling I backed off one notch, this would put him in pain, but not agony. Picking up a knife I cut his gag free.
“Please! I am innocent! I swear! She asked me to do it! I didn’t rape her!”
“Honestly, I don’t care.” I shrugged. “In fact the idea that you may be innocent is exciting, you will scream all the louder if you don’t think you deserve this.”
“No, no, please...please!”
“Keep talking, I love hearing you beg...”
The man broke down into tears as I started to cut his shirt open. I had him bound with his clothing on so that he could experience the humiliation of having a woman strip him of it. When I cut the waistband of his pants he screamed as though I had cut his flesh. Ripping off what was left of his clothes I left him naked and shivering in fright. I specifically kept the room warm to keep my victims as large as possible, besides the cold tended to dull their senses.
“Today we are going to concentrate on the space between your legs, other days I will subject you to more general torture, but today is special. I am going to make the agony between your thighs your entire world.”
“No...”
Before he could say any more I spread his legs wider. As his joints became strained sweat rolled off his tan skin. He arched back against the beam that supported him and thrashed his upper body in an attempt to get away from the growing strain between his legs. Soon I came to the point where he was starting to be lifted from the ground. I added more tension to his wrists to help suspend him.
I had his legs nearly in a full split before the resistance became too great. Anymore and I would break his hips and he would certainly pass out. I readjusted everything to make sure that he was taunt everywhere and that the spread on his legs was at the point where one more inch would rip him open. Having his legs this wide caused his impressive cock and balls to dangle freely in the empty space beneath him.
“There is no more vulnerable position for a man.” I informed him. “I can spend hours freely working on your jewels and nothing you can do will be able to stop me.”
“Mercy!”
“Not today. I’m going to give you an hour to think about your situation and to focus on the strain your joints are in. Tell me how it feels and I may slacken the ropes a bit.”
“It is tearing me apart! Oh god, it is like my body is on fire! My stomach is cold, but my blood is melting!”
“How’s your cock?”
“It...it...oh god it feels like...like...”
I smiled as he started to gasp for breath as his cock began to get hard. I found in the past that making men describe their pain made them more aware of the sensation. Most of the time that would make them hard. It was best to make them hard without touching their cock it made them scream harder when you finally did touch it.
“My, my,” I clucked “you truly are gifted. My tight, soft, warm, pussy is wet just looking at it.”
“Aaauughhh...” He moaned as his cock throbbed harder with the description of my own sex.
Humming to myself I slipped a leather strap around his giant cock and pulled it tight. Clearly not used to such treatment he screamed and tried to buck as I clamped his erection down harder. Precum started to ooze from his swollen tip. Between my own legs there was a pleasant tingling as I swelled with excitement.
“Now look what you’ve done, I’m all hot and bothered. You know not everything on this tray is just for you.”
The man watched nervously as I picked up a large silver cock that I had specially made. I brought over a chair that had stirrups on it and set it up so that he could watch me. With my own legs spread on the stirrups I undid the lacing on the crotch of my outfit. His cock jerked at the sight of my wet entrance.
With a smile I brought the silver cock up and with one fluid motion slipped it inside. Arching back as the cold metal filled me I cried out in pleasure. Pulling it all the way out and I dove it in again with a powerful thrust moaning deeply as I did do. I looked to make sure I had his attention and I did. His cock was now glistening with precum and growing painfully large. I continued to fuck myself on the gleaming rod that was almost a big as his cock. I completely forgot about him as I started to rub my clit as I can closer to climax.
“Yes! Harder!” I cried for his benefit. “Please, I need it harder!”
Following my own instructions I slammed into my own depths until my whole abdomen exploded in orgasm. The powerful waves hugged the silver cock tighter and I screamed at the top of my lungs in sexual release. Gasping for breath I left the cock in me as the contractions became weaker and I fell into the afterglow. I took out the slippery metal cock and stood up.
“Your turn.”
“Wha...what?”
“I’m going to fuck you with this...hard.”
“No..wa...”
The man stopped when I pressed the now warm cock tip against his ass. With his eyes wide in fright I smiled as I slowly started to penetrate him. With his legs spread so far apart his ass was already open for me. He gasped and screamed as I fully penetrated him. The cock was far too large to be pleasurable for his first time. Each inch I pushed it in further just added to his agony. I placed it as deep as I would go without risking losing it.
“Now you know what it is like to be raped. Stretched open without your permission. Now then...harder?”
“No, no, don’t, please, take it out...”
I did take it out, but only so I could penetrate him again. It was far more painful to have it introduced than to have it moved back and forth inside. I used the silver cock to fuck him hard. Every muscle on his body was straining tight as he screamed and panted like a virgin getting invaded by two men at once.
“You would cum right now if I let the ring off. Wouldn’t you?”
“No!”
“Are you sure?”
I reached up and started rubbing my hand up and down his shaft. He strained harder and screamed as his need for sexual release reached a critical point. Not interested in letting him come just yet I left the silver cock in him and picked up another strap. this one went around his balls and then to a rope that went through a pulley in the floor. I stood over the pulley and began to pull.
The man screamed even louder as I started to pull his balls away from his spread legs. It was critical to do this as slowly as possible, it let the pain grow inside him. When they were a few inches away from his body I tied it off. I stopped for a moment to let him think about all the ways he was being torn apart. I picked up a slim rod that had a small ball on one end and put it in front of his face. He shook his head violently. By now he was drenched in sweat and trembling in pain.
“No, no, please, don’t, PLEASE!! God NO!”
“I take it you know where this goes.”
I took his throbbing cock in my hands and pinched the base of the tip to make his urethra open wider. Precum flowed out and soaked his red member. Smiling I put the ball against the opening. I paused for a moment, the anticipation made it all the worse for my victim. He was already screaming and begging me not to invade him further. When I did push the ball into him I did so slowly so as to not cause any actual damage.
When I was nearly all the way down his shaft he stared to convulse in agony. I stared at the man under my hands as he jerked and wailed. It was amazing just how much pain the human body could produce and how much the human mind could endure. When I started moving the rod up and down the inside of his rock hard shaft with increasing force and speed the man’s eyes rolled back and he began dry heaving violently.
“STOP!! Oh god! STOP!”
“What does it feel like?” I asked calmly.
“My cock is going to burst! My insides are twisting and tearing apart!”
“You will spend the next five hours in this agony, with no one around but your own thoughts and cries.”
“Noooooo!!! Please!! Wait! Don’t leave me like this!”
Leaving the rod deep in his cock and the silver in his ass I adjusted all the ropes a little tighter and went to leave. He scream and yelled and demanded that I come back and release him. I loved it when they made demands, sometimes even threats, as if that was going to change their fate.
“I will be back in five hours and then we will continue....”
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I threw a robe over my skimpy leather outfit and left to find the King. He was in his daughter’s chamber trying to comfort her as she cried against his chest. I had the guards announce me and waited for the King to come to me. Rather than seek a private audience he gestured for me to come inside and close the door. I waited a moment while his daughter fell asleep from her overwhelming emotions.
“Talara, my most prized torturess...how is he?”
“In an agony no man could understand without experiencing it himself.” I replied.
“I will always be grateful to you for this.”
“It is an honor.”
“I want to see him.” The King growled.
“As you wish.”
I bowed deeply to the only man in the world that I was submissive to. His daughter remained locked in sleep as he laid her down on her soft bed. She was so beautiful, I hated to see her cry and it reinforced my desire to hurt the man who had violated her. I brought the King down to where my victim was still spread out with his cock locked in an endless erection. The rod in his shaft was not stopping the flow of precum that mixed with sweat and ran down his cock.
The man was moaning and crying as he weakly tugged at his wrist restraints. The King stepped up and stared at the massive cock in horror, terrified that the beast had split open his daughter. In a rage he grabbed the knife and raised it up.
“Sire?” I questioned.
“I want to cut his balls off!”
“It is your choice, but his suffering will last much longer if you leave him intact.” I cautioned.
The victim was aware now that we were there and tried to speak. However hours of screaming had left his voice dry and cracked so that he couldn’t be easily understood. The King had the knife pressed against the stretched balls and was struggling not to slice into them.
“How long has he been in this position?”
“Nearly four hours, I have had my men douse him in cold water whenever he passes out to make sure he feels every second to his torment to the fullest.”
“I want to hurt him, what do I do? How can I cause him more pain?”
“I will start a fire and show you how.”
At the sound of the word ‘fire’ the man on the rack began fighting and screaming. I started a small fire and placed a rod in it that was about an inch thick and had a dull point on one end of it. While the iron heated I went to my victim and pull the cock out of his ass. He closed his eyes and cried in relief to have the massive spike out of his body.
His relief was short lived as I placed a new device into his tired anus. At first it was much smaller around than the last one, but that as going to change. It was a special spreader that would open him up wide so that the delicate tissue inside could be mutilated. I took the rope off his balls and they snapped back into place, which nearly caused him to pass out. After throwing some cold water on him I tied the balls up around his cock to get them fully out of the way.
“What do I do?” The King asked eagerly.
“Turn this knob here and it will spread him open, the pain is indescribably. Once he is open to the point of almost tearing then I will show you how to truly torture him.”
“No...” The man whimpered as he found his voice. “Please, kill me...”
“I want to hear you confess, I want to hear you raped my daughter!”
“I did not ra...aaAAAAAA!!!”
The man ended his denial in a violent scream as the King quickly began turning the knob that would spread his anus far beyond its natural size. I gently came up and instructed him to go slowly so that he didn’t tear the muscle. The man screamed and panted as the sweat continued to drip off his taunt body as his anus was stretched wide. The device went in about four inches and tapered off, there was a ring at the end so that the inside of the intestines could be reached.
“Take it out! Oh god! Please!”
“Confess!”
“No!”
“You don’t know pain yet.” I chuckled. “You will confess, even if you are innocent.”
“He is not!” The King spat. “Now what do we do? I want to hear him say it, I want to hear him scream so loud his lungs bleed.”
“He will.”
I went over to the fire and brought out the rod by the cool end. It was glowing red hot. I brought it over and showed it to him. He fought to move away from the heat of the glowing iron. Closing his eyes he started to cry again. I brought my lips up to the rod and blew on the end to cool it a little bit.
“Why are you cooling it down?” The King demanded.
“If you burn him too badly you ruin the nerves and he won’t feel a thing. If you just sear the skin the nerves are then free to the air and they will stab him with agony until they heal, which takes weeks.”
“Press it against his chest!” The King growled.
“Sire, I had you stretch him open for a reason. There is no greater pain that being burned from the inside. I want you to very carefully insert the rod into his anus.”
“NO!! No! I confess! I did it!” The man screamed. “I raped her! I tore her apart!”
“You have your confession King, may I suggest the hot iron as further punishment for his crimes?”
“No! Anything! Do anything but that!”
“Give me that iron.” The King smiled.
I was proud of how gentle the King was as he went to push the hot iron into my victim. Stretched open much further than the rod was thick he was able to get it deep inside him before he touched any flesh. When he did make contact with the man’s insides there was an evil hiss as the heat destroyed flesh followed by the man’s endless screaming.
“Push it in about two inches and then start working it back and forth. The first thrust causes second degree burns and cools the rods, the thrusts after that rub against the newly exposed nerves.”
I reached down and touched myself under my robes as I watched the King start to fuck the man with the inch thick searing hot iron. Thrashing his head around the man screamed until he coughed up blood and then continued to cry out in agony as the King forced the iron deeper. I risked giving myself a hard fingering while the King took out his rage on the man’s battered body. Just as I came the man was reduced to a pitiful whimpering.
“King, he has reached a point where he is numb to the torture. He is spent for right now. I will show you his next humiliation and then tomorrow I will start again when he is fresh.”
“How can you further humiliate him from here?”
“I will show you.”
I stepped up and slowly pulled the rod out of the man’s cock. I reduced the size of the device in his anus. He moaned as I did so as his blistered insides closed in on themselves. I released the ring on his cock and he suddenly surged larger.
“I am going to make him cum.”
“What?!”
“The wash of pleasure will not only help him heal for tomorrow’s torture, but it will be a reminder to him of how intense the pleasure is compared to the torture. It will teach him that he no longer controls what happens to his body, pain or pleasure is in my hands. He will weep in shame as the woman who has caused him so much pain makes him cum harder than any other time in his life.”
“Do it.”
It wasn’t difficult to get the man to cum after all he’d been though. Just a few pumps and his whole frame tenses as he moaned in climax. Cum sprayed up onto his chest. His cock finally relaxed. I had my men take him off the rack and throw him in a cage too small to allow him to stand. Curling up in a ball he cried bitterly. He cried so hard he could barely breath.
“I want him to cry himself to sleep like this every night until insanity releases him.”
“As you wish.”
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The night’s worth of rest wasn’t nearly enough. Every time I moved the scorched flesh inside me flared angrily and forced me to cry out again. I had never imagined that torture could be so painful and so invasive. At times it was the utter helplessness that drove me to scream as my limbs were slowly ripped apart and my sensitive cock was made to throb harder than it ever had.
When she had turned her touch to a gentle one in an effort to make me cum I wanted nothing more than to deny her the satisfaction. I wanted to keep that personal part of my life my own. However her experienced hands were crafty and there had been absolutely nothing I could do about the mind blowing climax that she had teased out of me. The sticky cum was still adhered to my chest and reeked of sex.
I heard the door to the dungeon opening and the click of the torturess’s high heels against the stone. Terrified by the mere thought of her I started dry heaving uncontrollably. Urine ran down my legs as I crouched in the tiny cage. The space between my legs was still throbbing in agony and the thought of even the most gentle touch was more than I could bare. The woman stood over my cage and smiled coldly.
“Are you ready for more?”
“No.” I shook my head. “Please, just leave me in this cage to die.”
“Not an option. Drink this or you will be forced to.”
I thought that she was going to hand me something disgusting like a cup of urine or blood. However it was fresh orange juice. My parched lips greedily sucked at the sweet refreshing liquid. The instant the sugar hit my stomach I could feel it strengthening me. I regretted drinking it as soon as I realized that it was only giving me more strength to endure more torture.
She motioned her men over and they dragged me out of my cage. I thought that I was going to be put back in the rack but instead they brought me over to a simple post that was sticking out of the wall perpendicular to the floor with chains around it. I cried for mercy as they sat me down on the post like I was straddling a horse. They chained my wrists to the wall above my head and then attached cuffs to my ankles.
The ropes on the ankles went into the wall high on either side and came out again at the bottom where they were attached to gears. The torturess stepped up and started to tighten the ropes at my ankles. It wasn’t long before I was straining as they were spread wide and pulled back towards the wall. When my feet touched the wall she stopped. My blood turned to ice when I realized that once again she had put me in a position where my cock and anus were at her mercy.
She went over and got a bucket of luke warm water and splashed it over me. Knowing that begging wasn’t going to help I closed my eyes and tried to relax. When her hands found my cock again I couldn’t stay relaxed and a thrashed to escape. Fully pinned to the wall with my ankles up over my shoulders there was nothing I could do.
“I want you to watch.”
“No, please...” I whispered.
“If you don’t watch I will have your eyelids propped open with wires.”
Knowing that she meant her threat I stared down at my cock. It was purple from the previous day’s abuse. Once again she started with a gentle touch and teased my cock into full erection. It was humiliating to have my member dripping with precum. Instead of a ring this time she had a metal clamp that she fit under my balls and over the top of my cock.
“I’ve had men confess to murder just by watching this being done to another man.”
I swallowed hard as she started to tighten the clamp. As the metal pieces came together it squeezed the base of my cock and the area where my balls attached towards one another. It wasn’t long until I was lost in screaming as the agony made me sick. My insides twisted and churned as she squeezed my genitals so hard that they started to turn a bright red. Every time my heart beat the pain throbbed. Unable to take anymore I started to heave. The heaving only made the strain on my cock worse and I broke down into a heartbreaking sobbing.
“You are much too furry.” She clucked in disapproval.
My heart nearly stopped when she brought over a straight edge razor. Taking my pinned sac in her hand she started to shave off the hair. She bent my cock down to the post so that she could remove the rest of it. I couldn’t believe how much extra sensation there was now that the hair was gone. She let go of my cock and it snapped painfully against my stomach. With care she shave between my spread ass cheeks. A clear fluid of infection was oozing out my anus but she didn’t seem to care.
The whole time she was mutilating my cock I didn’t dare look away. Looking at the thing between my legs made me hate it, hate the fact that it was causing me so much pain, hating it for the fact that when she wanted to she could make it cum. She was once again turned on by my agony. She straddled the beam as well and began rubbing her crotch on it.
“I’ll be right back, don’t move.”
Left in the awkward position with my cock in a bind I could do nothing but wait. She came back over with a large flexible dildo that had straps on it. She strapped it to the pole so that it pressed against my swelling balls. Standing over it she undid the lacing on her tight leather pants exposing her sopping wet pussy. Once again my treasonous cock strained to get into her.
“Take a deep breath, you’ll need it.”
I couldn’t beg anymore, I didn’t have the strength. I hoped that I couldn’t scream anymore, but I knew that wasn’t true. She grabbed my hair above my ears as a purchase and thrust her hot clit against the underside of my cock. I moaned as she slowly slid down the outside of my cock, the dildo dove into her as she did so. It was almost too late that I realized that her pelvis was now resting on my balls. She sat down hard to get the dildo deeper and crushed my balls as she did so.
I screamed endlessly as she rocked on the dildo and used my abused balls to stimulate her clit. She bounced on the dildo hard as she screamed in sexual pleasure. When she climaxed she sprayed me with a warm clear liquid as if she had just cum like a man. Getting up she bent the dildo back towards my abused anus.
“Please, please, do anything to me, but please don’t penetrate me anymore...I...I can’t take it.”
“You don’t get to make such choices. Just be happy that I’m filling you with something relatively small and wet.”
“No..naaaAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!”
The rubber dildo stretched me open and then slipped deep inside. When it reached my blistered inside there was a new fire in my stomach. I could feel every inch of it inside me. What was worse was that its smaller size caused the ring of my anus to actually pound in pleasure. The sharp contrast of pain and pleasure so close together made both of them more intense. Grabbing my hard cock she put her thumb on the tip and began to rub in a circular motion.
“Uhu...ah....oh god...uuuuhh...uuuuuh...” I moaned.
“Just wait till you cum with that clamp on, I’m not sure what the pain is like, but the men always seem to go into convulsions of agony when it happens.”
I knew she was right, my tight balls didn’t have any room for the rush of liquid, and the contractions were going to tear my cock from the base. I tried everything to keep myself from cumming and for nearly ten minutes I succeed. However when she started to gently pull on my balls while she rubbed my tip there was nothing I could do and I exploded in climax. However there was no sexual release with my climax, only agony and a harder cock as the blood rushed into the organ and the fluids backed up. Left in ‘lock in’ I strained at my bonds and began to convulse in agony.
“We’ll get started when you come down off your high.”
We weren’t even started? Oh god, I can’t take this, I just want to die, please.
“You will live for a month like this.” She said, seemingly reading my mind. “The King decided that’s how long your torture is going to last. And in the end I will have your ass open so wide that I will be able to shove a live rat in you, and that rat will chew his way through your intestines in a desperate bid for freedom. The last man lasted thirty six hours while that rat slowly chewed him apart from the inside. However before that I will slice off this amazing cock and add it to my personal collection”
Hearing my fate I broke into tears once more. I was innocent, but I knew that didn’t matter anymore and I tried not to think about it. I had loved the King’s daughter, but it wasn’t until I told her that I couldn’t see her again that she turned on me.
I wanted my torturer to get the rat right now and just let it eat me. The fact that my cock was going to be her possession forever drove me closer to insanity, but I didn’t dare fight against my restraints at this point. She walked off and brought over a small brazier with a fire crackling in it. After having the inside of my ass scorched I was terrified of the flames. She had a few dozen thin rods about a foot long and just a few centimeter across. She placed these in the flames.
While we waited she ran her fingernails down the backs of my legs which were still up in the air. Her touch sent shivers over my skin and caused it to prickle in goosebumps despite the warm dungeon air. Clearly obsessed with my cock she started stroking it again making it hard to the point where it felt like it was going to spilt open. I ached to properly cum, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen until she wanted it.
“The next torture will leave you shaking for hours, but there will be almost no damage. The smell is the most frightening thing.”
She picked one of the small rods out of the fire and brought it close to my face so that I see and feel its glowing red tip. She brought it to the back of my stretched out knee and pressed it against my sweaty skin. I screamed as it seared into my skin and lanced pain through my whole body. She repeated the touch in random places on the backs of my legs until the rod was no longer hot enough to burn but still warm.
“Four dozen is my record, but today we’ll be hard pressed to get to a dozen.”
I was still trying to catch my breath when I realized what she meant by her ‘record’, she took the warm rod and slid it down into my hard shaft. I trembled with agony as I was impaled deep on the warm steel. The heat made me throb from the inside. She quickly picked up another rod and started again. Each time it touched my skin I cried out in renewed agony. However it was when she was done burning my skin that the true pain began. She had a more difficult time getting the second rod down my tight urethra, but she made it fit.
“No more...no more...take them out....oh god...take them out...” I moaned in delirium.
“I’ve just started to stretch you, in a week I’ll be able to put my whole thumb down your cock and it will cause you to cum hard rather than cause pain by that point. You’ll beg me to rub you inside just to ease the pain with a climax.”
“No...aaarrrrrgggghhhhhhAAAAAAAAAAA!”
I cried out because she had been holding a rod while she talked and she felt that it had cooled down enough to be forced directly into my cock. The rod sizzled and caused a low grade first degree burn inside me. The fact that my urethra was stretched further than it ever had been was the least of my pain now.
“Just eight more and I’ll let you rest.”
Mad with pain I began to thrash to free myself from her various bindings. When she reached the point where she was pushing the sixth rod down my cock the back of my legs were weeping with burns and blisters. My filled cock was trembling along with the rest of me as she slowly began to insert another. I felt a drop of blood drip down my cock as she anchored the rod in deep.
“Hmmmmm...looks like seven is as far as we are going to get today. I don’t want to tear you open you may die prematurely.”
“uuuu.....aaahhhhuuuuu.....”
I wasn’t even sure what I was trying to say, I was near exhaustion from our torture session. Sensing this she threw more cold water on me which angered my pulsing burn wounds. Sitting down on the beam once more she just stared at me for a while. I stared back at her with tears slipping from my crystal blue eyes.
“You’re not a rapist...are you?”
“No.” I whispered.
“I’m torturing an innocent man.”
“Yes.”
“I’ve never tortured an innocent man...in the throws of torture they have always confessed to their crimes. You confessed yesterday, but it was a lie. I could hear that it was a lie, you just wanted to anger the King enough to kill you.”
“Y...yes.”
“I love it.” She purred. “The thought that fate had doomed you to an agonizing fate that even the worst criminal doesn’t deserve...how does that make you feel about your gods?”
“I no longer believe in my gods.”
“That’s right, you only have one god now...me.” She whispered.
“It would seem that way.” I admitted in shame.
“Pray to me.” She said with her eyes glittering in excitement.
“Goddess, please, I beg, I pray, I humbly ask for your mercy.”
“That is not how a goddess like me wants to be prayed to!” She snarled.
“How may I pray to you?”
“Make me cum, make me cum hard.” She demanded.
She reached up with one hand and released one of my hands. She tilted back and undid her laces once again. I wondered if there was some way I could kill her with one hand, or even kill myself, but I didn’t see anyway to achieve either goal. Instead I reached down and began rubbing her swollen clit.
My tortureress, my goddess, arched back and moaned as I played with her. She tilted back further and I was able to slip my fingers inside her. She was hot and wet and as I forced my fingers in and out of her she grabbed my abused cock with both hands and started rubbing. I could feel her starting to cum so I leaned as far forwards and I could, which caused the dildo to go deeper into my ass. I was able to to get my fingers deep enough in her to hit the right spot.
She clamped down with her pussy on my fingers with crushing force as she came. Once again the hot liquid poured out of her and soaked my hand. She took my wrist and forced my wet sticky hand in my face, demanding I clean it. I licked her cum off my hand and swallowed it despite the awful taste. She recuffed my wrist and purred in satisfaction.
“I think you’ve earned your rest, you are good at worship.”
“Please...let me go, Goddess....”
She smiled and started to draw the rods out of my cock one at a time. If anything it was more painful to have them removed. Once again she forced me to watch as they were drawn out of me. When she pulled the last one out my urethra was left as a gapping hole. When she released the clamps the blood rushed back into my balls and made them pound harder.
“How much time do you think has passed?”
“At least eight hours.”
“Today’s session has only lasted two hours...tomorrow we will do six.”
“Yes, my Goddess.” I muttered, broken.
“I like your answer which is why we will end early today.”
The dildo was still causing intense pleasure around my anus as my muscles spasmodically clenched around it. I was hoping she was going to take it out, but instead she went over and and got a gag that had a large metal ring in the middle. She fit the ring between my teeth and it held my mouth open wide. She tied it off behind my head and then attached straps to it that she looped around the beam I was balanced on. She pulled the straps until my head was against my chest and my back was bent forward. I was merely and inch away from being able to kiss my own cock.
“Enjoy this, it is the only meal you’ll have today.”
I began to cry when I realized what she was about to do. Sitting on the beam she began stroking my painful cock. I couldn’t believe it when I started to get harder. She started rubbing faster, using my sweat and precum as a lubricant. With the stimulation in my anus as well I came even harder than the day before. Cum shot into the back of my throat and I had to try and swallow it while the ring still kept my jaw open.
“Tomorrow I’m going to give your cock a rest and focus on your nipples and throat...I have three men that just love to cum down other men’s throats and I thought I’d give you a little taste before we start...”
...to be continued
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