Jenny looked round the clearing; everything was as it should be. She had prepared her ground well. Two young saplings had been pulled together and tied tightly. They stood about six feet apart and between she had tied Martin. When he wakes he will get such a surprise. But there were thing to do as she waited.

            She stood the small table upright and covered it with a white damask cloth, and began arranging the tools she would need. On the table she placed the tools she had brought.

            Martin groaned and his head lolled from side to side. Time was short soon he would wake. Besides the table she stood the compact two ring burner camping stove. Opening the valve she lit the hissing gas. On one ring she placed a small pan of water on the other a beautiful wooden handled deep brass cup this she filled with the finest olive oil. She felt his eyes watching her as she worked and felt a thrill of anticipation like the first date with a new love.

            “Hello Martin” she said how nice of you to join me, she smiled sweetly and started to cut the cords pulling the two trees together, his confused eyes didn’t seam to register quite what was happening to him. The cords creaked and wined as the tension pulled the remaining strands apart, Then with a snap and a rush of leaves the trees pulled apart violently jerking Martin upright and spread eagled between them. He would have screamed if it hadn’t been for the leather gag bound tightly into his mouth, the trees tore at his tendons stretching him between them suspended in the air. Jenny smiled again to herself as she picked up the scissors and started cutting away his clothing.

            She was a small girl inclined to shyness often blushing at the sexual comments of her workmates. Swimming most nights with her club had made her surprisingly strong and supple and although not vain she was not a little proud of her tight young body, until of course that night at the party.

            As she cut away the clothing she hummed a little tune to herself, looking on it may have seamed a little hysterical and indeed probably was, never could she have imagined that she would be about to perform what she had planned.

            As the last of his clothing fell away she stood back and looked at the instrument of her torture that fateful party night. 11” long thick and heavy hanging obscenely between his legs, uncircumcised and unclean she could remember the taste as he had forced it between her lips. The large heavy balls like 2 huge ugly plums hanging low beneath that he had emptied into her bleeding ass, tears ran down her cheeks as she remembered the humiliation.

            Jenny shook herself and continued with the plan; picking the soap and a cup of the now warm water she washed his huge cock. She noticed with amusement that as she washed it had began to stir. Then taking the razor she started to shave him. She took her time and was pleased with the result, it now looked clean and almost presentable. Ready now to have her fun at his expense.

            Jenny had spent some time planning and plotting her revenge and even spent a great deal of her own money buying strange looking stuff on eBay and the net. She slid the clear glass tube over his cock; it had taken ages to find one large enough for his huge member and with sufficient vacuum for what she wanted. The pump quickly expelled the air and started to form a hard vacuum swelling his cock to painful proportions, the skin was stretched and shiny tiny beads of clear liquid appeared on the surface. It took on the appearance of a caricature of a real cock from a Japanese Hentai cartoon swollen and ridiculously bloated. To Jennies surprise at this point Martins whole body convulsed, the tube rapidly filled with hot spunk as a huge load of cum was literally sucked out of his body at a tremendous force. Not to worry she thought one last orgasm would never make up for the coming pain he would suffer.

                        Methodically jenny took a cable tie from her bag and fastened it just below the vacuum tube and started to slowly pull it tight, she could feel Martins body trying to thrash around and hear his guttural moans as ratchet by ratchet it bit into his flesh trapping the blood in his obscenely swollen member. Once done she removed the vacuum and pulled the tube away leaving his member heavy and dangling in front of him. As this would now be in the way she reached into her bag again and removed a length of gaffa tape, and with it taped his cock to his stomach clear of her next target.

            The water in the pan was now nearly boiling. She took a huge syringe from the table. Also on the table was a bag of salt half of which she poured into the water. Then with the syringe she drew off nearly a litre of the hot water and salt mix. Settling herself  between his legs she pressed the needle point against his scrotum, pushing it through his skin. Jenny almost laughed at Martins comical struggles as she slowly pushed the plunger, filling his scrotum with boiling liquid till it was as round as a balloon and as large as a small melon. Sweat was pouring down his body and his whole frame was continuously shaking but jenny couldn’t let this put her off. She had done needle work at school and an upholstery course in the evenings so she had some idea as to how things were put together and how to properly take things apart.

            The next phase would be a little tricky and require a steady hand. She took a scalpel and made an incision into the top of his swollen sack, hot water squirted out and pooled at his feet. Then with small sharp surgical scissors she started to cut through the sack, working round the top parallel with his body carefully not to damage the contents. At the final cut Jenny gently pulled at the base of martins sack and felt the whole skin sack pull away into her hand like a deflated skin balloon.

            Bellow Martin hung his balls and various associated tubing now free from there sack they seamed to hang even lower. She poured the rest of the salt into her cupped hand and started massaging it into martins moist hanging flesh, making sure the balls were coated with a heavy dusting like some bon bon in icing sugar

            Beads of clear fluid were leaking from him, his balls in there exposed state jiggled and jump at every move his tortured body tried to make his mind was screaming for release never had he imagined such pain. Still more work for jenny to do. Taking a long thin needle from the table she tried to thread it through the center of his first testicle she found it surprisingly hard to do it kept slipping between her fingers even with the salt they were far to slippery. She remembered in her bag was her portable hair dryer that would be ideal. Playing the hot air over his exposed balls seamed to drive Martin into overdrive blood ran down from his bindings and she swore she could hear his shoulders pop out of there sockets as he fought against the pain, but it did dry them out sufficiently for her to get a grip and force the needle through the center of both balls, she pulled down to see how far they would stretch and was rewarded with muffled howls of pure agony.

             Jenny hadn’t eaten for hours and was now ready for the final act. She pulled the needle from his balls and went to the cooker picking the small brass cup now bubbling with boiling oil. As she lifted it up between his legs Jenny almost felt regret that the evening was almost over, but this was quickly replaced with a sense of pride as the oil in the cup bubbled and spat as she raised it up and submerged his balls in the boiling fat. Martins entire body went rigid as his balls cooked Jenny licked her lips.

            Removing the oil and letting the balls cool Jenny could hardly wait ,until at last she took Martins balls in her mouth and brought her teeth together severing his tortured now useless balls from his body and eating them down.