Caught Peeping (Closed: Jacknificent)

my body tried to thrash as i felt the heat of the flame near the tip of my penis...noo...no...no...she wouldn't..........my body tensed........my cry,,,,,,my shriek......was unnerving even to me..........the heat subsided and i panted heavily
 
"Not so horny anymore, are you?", she said with a cold chuckle while she "caressed" the burned area. "It is a shame I will have to destroy you. I must say you do not look that bad. You could have taken a woman who is not far above your station... but you had to choose me. Fool."
 
the pain and pleasure mixing as you torment the tip of my sensitive penis,,,,,my large head puffing as you caress,,,,,,biting my lip.......so humiliated
 
"I think you have still not learned your lesson. I will open the shackles now for a moment. You will please just turn over. Anything more, and you will regret it. Do you understand?
 
She closed the shackles again and went to get an instrument which looked like a very large iron pear. Crouching down in front of him, she coated it in a thick layer of grease. Slow, very slow... allowing him to get a good look at it.
 
my eyes grow uncomfortably large as i watch you prepare the greased device. i feel a lump form in my throat as my ass tightens.....ohhhhdear god
 
She let him savour the fear a little more, slowly sliding the device along his back, the grease leaving a long, glistening track along his entire spine until it eventually touched his buttcheeks.
 
muttering no,,,no,, but knowing it was not any use. She had determined that I would pay.....and it was clear she wanted to violate me...i tried to go into a trance to block out what was happening,,,,,but i felt it on my buttcheeks,,,and i grimaced in advance
 
His butt was quite firm and muscular, but the merciless device pushed it apart with almost no effort until she could feel it touch the hole. Slowly, slowly, she pushed on; she could feel his internal muscles strain against the huge intruder as she forced it in.
 
eyes closed. butt squirming. biting my tongue so she would not hear me whimper.
the pain ratcheting up ....deeper,,,,his anger building....then subsiding as the device took over......feeling ill..........
 
He was supposed to be screaming! Enraged about his sudden burst of courage, she shoved the pear all the way in, then walked back to the front end of the table.

"Did you notice when I showed you that this thing can be opened? Look forward to it opening inside you!"
 
mouth opening....squealing.........shaking a bit...thrashing.......howls like a screaming hyena as the pear resides so deep....so deeep.........nerves being shattered from within....
 
Finally, a reaction! She patted him on his sweaty hair and returned to the pear, putting one hand on his buttocks as she used the screw to drive the parts of the device apart.
 
now really screaming...the pain building from within....thrashing...trying to arch my back to widen my self open....anything to reduce the friction....sweat pouring from my brow....
 
"Weakling! It is not even halfway open yet!", she screamed over his sounds of agony. "How am I supposed to punish you if even the preparations make you cry like a girl?"
 
"You are so weak... reduced to begging and pleading by THIS? You disappoint me."

She closed the pear and began pulling it out, still taking as much time as possible so he could "enjoy" the feeling.
 
feeling the contraption moving in reverse brought some relief and a perverse sense of joy. My cock involuntarily began to swell. i feel obedient to m'lady and grateful that she did not torment me longer.
 
As the instrument slid out, covered in a disgusting mixture of his blood and...other materials, she grinned evilly. Running her hand along his naked back, she slowly walked to the head end of the table, then presented the device to him. "Open up", she commanded.
 
"First, you scream like a little girl, then you play the defiant hero as soon as I give you some relief. Useless..."

Of course she had other ways to make him open up, and was glad, in a way, that he made her use them. Deciding to start simple, she retrieved a large scourge from the wall and showed it to him instead.
 
powerless....he had to carefully choose where to bend...where to break...and where to enforce his limited willpower. He stared quietly with his head bent down wishing for this to end. Yet he somehow maintained a bit of desire that flickered despite the humiliation and torment.
 
"I will whip you until you not only beg to be allowed to open up - you will lick the instrument nice and clean. I do not see why I should dirty my hands when it is you who made me use these things in the first place."

Without further threats, she started to swing the scourge at his back, aiming between his shoulders.
 
bracing as best he could....feeling pain before the pain.... his lips muttering 'please stop.'
 
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