Extreme - no ameteurs

[angie girl]

Jill - Awful

This is kinda how the nuns used ta teach us in catholic girls school. Eight times four = thirty-six? whack! try again Jill. Only they hit my knuckles, Man was hitting someplace way more sensitive.

So there it is again, his fat red dick in my face. And I guess I did bad last time cause was no mistaking he was angry.

"Shall we try again?"

Then bringing that stick thing down against my tits hard. Whack! Gawd doesn't he know that hurts? Pretty sure I screamed and I did bite my lip till I tasted the blood in my mouth. Looking down at my bound titties, purple and swollen with trapped blood, like they weren't even part of me, the left one now with a sharp red stripe across it.

'Come on whore! I can whap these titties all night long, how long can you stand it? you gonna suck or suffer?'

Whack! I screamed. Half hoping my cries would raise help in this dump of a hell hole, and half hoping he kept me till dawn.

'Ssss...shaa...suck Sir!' I managed to gasp.

'So open up slut', I hear him gloat, 'this time eat my balls, I wanna see that cute tongue on my hairy sack.'

Whack on my left titty this time. Gasping cry.

'Yeah it hurts doesn't it? but that's what you're made for right? a little pain, a little sucking, all the more fun?'

They were awful. His balls, hairy and hot in that wrinkled purple sack hangin under his fat penis. Scrotum, I had his scrotum and testicles in my mouth. My husband would never have even asked me to do this! But I opened up and he stuffed them in, feeling them on my tongue, licking him, those balls kinda rolling around in his sack. Lips wrapped around the base of his scrotum, both balls in my mouth, hearing him saying something, or maybe just moaning, I couldn't focus. Maybe he said 'ball licking whore' or maybe not? I suddenly was sucking on them, hard, hoping crazily to drawn them down into my throat, to devour the source of his seed. My mind actually said that, 'the source of his seed'. Where did that come from? But I wanted it, him, his sperm and I eagerly choked down his huge testicles in my hunger.

My eyes looking up now, wide, just able to see his steely eyes and his thin smile. Smile? Was Man pleased? was I doing good? Would there be less pain, or more? All I could do was suck.

 

[New Master]

I took my dick in one hand as she sucked my balls. Tapping it against her face, I stroked it back and forth.

"That's right you little bitch," suck my balls. "Good, good."

I reached out with my other hand and took hold of the distended nipple of her left breast, pinching it hard and pulling it toward me. She gagged a bit, the pain sucking the breath from her but like a good little whore, she didn't stop sucking.

"You're learning," I sneered. "So you can be taught."

I grabbed her hair with both hands and physically pulled her head away from my balls. Slowly so she got the point. And positioned her lips at the head of my dick and slid the full length of my shaft into her mouth and down her throat.
She gagged again as I held it there then I began to thrust into her, one long thrust and then a few short ones.

Finally, I shoved my dick as far as I could down her throat and held her there. She slowed and looked up into my eyes, waiting for me to withdraw. But I stayed buried, moving just the tiniest bit to maintain friction. Her expression changed gradually from the look of a waiting puppy to panic and she squirmed her head. I pushed into her again and came in bursts, forcing my cum down her throat and holding her face as she gagged again.

Then I pulled my dick from her mouth and as she caught her breath, I pinched both nipples hard.

"Don't move," I grunted and rose from the chair.

[Edited by New Master on 03-12-2001 at 04:32 PM]

 

[angie girl]

I felt the dick shoved as far down my throat as it could go and Man held it there. I had to slow my sucking as my air was cut off, had never thought about not being able to really breathe? I looked up into Man’s eyes, waiting for him to withdraw. But it stayed buried and I think my expression changed gradually from the look of a waiting puppy to panic and I began squirming. Like a live fish on a stick or something. Then it pushed in hard, even harder, the pain was intense and I felt like I had sandpaper down my throat. The bad thing in my throat streamed wet stuff, forced down my throat without even a swallow. Felt like snot sliding into my belly.

Then the dick came outa my mouth and I choked and coughed and tried to catch my breath. ‘Auughhhh!’ I nearly screamed as he pinched my nipples. Hard. Real hard this time.

"Don't move," he grunted and rose from the chair.

Where the fuck was I gonna move to, I glared at him, my arms still hiked up behind me. And by now the tight ropes and dozen clamps on my soft tits had turned my chest into a ball of fire. I wanted to scream, to shriek, he had not gagged me. I could scream? But I didn’t.

‘A lot of goodies back here Jill’, he is saying and I here noises like a duffle bag being unloaded, ‘lots a play toys we haven’t even touched yet.’

Gasping for air, the pain alive in my back. ‘This is it, I just came to play a little, no one said anything about torture! This is all I wanna do now, lemme go now damnmit!’

He came around and smiled. Stuff in his hands I can’t even describe. Were those electrical clamps?

‘No Jill sweetie,’ he is saying, ‘ that’s not what you said, make it worse than I can imagine is what you said, remember? We are no where near there honey. So tell me the worst you can imagine, then maybe we’ll get that over with and then get on with the fun part?’

‘Fuck you!’ I spit at him, actually spit, ‘this is over, this more than I came for, cut me down goddamnmit!’

‘Oh Jill Jill, you know we have only begun’, he says calmy, ‘I can pull this rope up and with your hands behind you left you right off the floor, how long ya think you could stand that lil Jill?’

The thought terrifies me, as his hand grasps that damn evil rope, ‘OK OK OK’ I cry, ‘ in my purse, a…a picture…the thing I fear worst!’

http://www.geocities.com/angie_pc_2000/ttgag2.jpg

OOC: if this pic link doesn’t work, email me, or just make something up. And donn even ask where I get these horrible pics! LOL. And don’t dream for a minute that anything but my imagination is going in that motel room! Yikes! Well…then again…

 

[angie girl]

OOC: So has this died out? Man I must think up some bad story ideas? If my partner in torture is gone, anybody wanna take over?