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DAYS OF WINE AND AGONY
DAY TWO, PART ONE When the door opened the next morning he was wide awake. Through red-rimmed eyes he watched Wendy, still naked, walking towards him. "Morning, Sucker. Sleep well?" She studied his face. It was wet with fresh tears. "You've been crying, I see. I bet I know why." On the concrete floor, a large dark puddle was slowly trickling into a drain in the floor between his spread legs. "You had to piss, finally, didn't you? And when all that hot, salty urine went gushing through all that broken glass in your cock . . . boy, I bet that really smarted, didn't it?" He began sobbing. She knelt and studied his purple, swollen testicles and the ten-pound weight that was dragging them down. Standing up, she said, "If I had put much more weight on your balls, they'd be dead by now. But I know what I'm doing, believe me. As it is, I think they're ripe for more torture." She picked up a small whip of fine, thin chains. "You big baby," she sneered. "I'll really give you something to cry about." She positioned herself, braced her bare feet on the floor, drew back her arm and, with all her considerable strength, slashed the tails of the whip expertly into his bulging testicles. A firecracker exploded in his loins. He tried to scream, but his throat was dry and raw from the night before. All he could manage was a tortured wheeze through the ball-gag. Again Wendy viciously cracked the whip into his testicles. And again. And again. After about two dozen blows, she stopped. He had fainted. He hung limp in the restraints, his head lolling down. "Just as well," she said aloud. "Now I don't have to chloroform you." Wendy removed the lead weight from his testicles, then unfastened his ankle restraints. Finally, she released his wrist shackles and he fell limp into her strong arms. She dragged him across the floor and placed him on a heavy bondage table. Quickly, she shackled his wrists to the corner posts. Next she locked his ankles to either end of a wide steel leg-spreader. She hooked the leg-spreader to a rope and threaded the free end of the rope through a pulley in the wall above and behind his head. She pulled on the rope until his spread legs were pulled up and back over his head, then she fastened the end of the rope to the thin chain still attached to his testicles. This had the effect of replacing the ten-pound weight, and then some. His spread buttocks rested on the very edge of the table, which proffered up his exposed anus. Wendy filled a small bucket with cold water from the utility sink in the corner of the room and poured it over his face. He came to, coughing and spluttering through the gag. He painfully assessed his new predicament, and groaned. She grabbed him roughly by his wet hair. "Listen to me very carefully, Motherfucker," she hissed. "I have to go to work soon, but before I take a shower, you're going to clean my ass with your tongue. After a good workout, a girl's ass can get pretty sweaty and smelly. Now, I'm going to remove your gag, but if you say one word -- ONE WORD -- I'll whip your cock to bloody shreds. How do you think my steel whip would feel with all that broken glass inside your cock? Do you understand me?" He nodded meekly. "You'd better, because this is the only warning you're going to get." She ripped the duct tape off his mouth and removed the ball-gag. He gasped for breath. Wendy climbed up onto the table and straddled his head, her sculpted buttocks filling his vision. She lowered herself slowly over his face, and her cheeks parted with a sticky snap of perspiration, exposing her pungent, unwashed anus. "Well, what the fuck are you waiting for?" She grabbed his swollen testicles and squeezed, hard. He extended his tongue and began lapping at her anus and along the crack of her buttocks. He licked at her anus like a true slave, wanting only to appease his torturer, terrified of displeasing her. "Suck my asshole, Motherfucker!" she shouted, squeezing his bruised testicles. "Suck it!" He opened his mouth and drew in her puckered sphincter. He sucked and licked, worshipping her anus. "Now fuck my asshole with your tongue," she commanded. "Stiffen your tongue and fuck my asshole!" Dutifully, he obeyed. He wormed his tongue into her anus and probed her rectum until his jaws ached. She began masturbating as she rode his tongue and squeezed his bulging testicles. She moved up and down, using his stiff tongue as a small penis inside her anus until she reached her climax. Then she turned around and faced him. "I bet you're thirsty." He was. "Well, I have to take a piss. Guess what I'm going to use for a toilet?" She squatted over his face. "Open your mouth, wide," she ordered. He did as he was told. "If you spill one drop, you'll get the cock whip." A gush of hot urine filled his mouth. He struggled to swallow it all. Wendy continued to urinate into his open mouth until she had completely emptied her bladder. She wiped her crotch across his face, then she climbed down off the table and stretched luxuriously. "Well," she announced cheefully, "I have to go to work today. But first I'll give you something to keep you thinking about me until I get back." Roughly, she shoved the ball-gag back into his mouth and buckled it tightly behind his head. She tore off two strips of duct tape and covered his mouth with them. Then she picked up a small glass jar and showed it to him. It was filled with dozens of dressmaker's pins about two inches long. "Geez, I sure wouldn't want to be you right now," she chuckled. "Remember I told you I was going to turn your balls into pin cushions? Well, I always keep my promises." She picked out one of the needles as he stared at her, wide-eyed. "I have just enough time to stick about a dozen of these needles into each of your balls. That should be enough to keep you occupied for the day." She gripped the neck of his scrotum where the chain bit into the flesh and plunged the first needle deep into his right testicle. A muffled shriek came through the gag. She thrust the second needle into his left testicle and picked up another. Deliberately, methodically, Wendy stabbed a dozen needles into each of his testicles while the sound of his muffled screaming went on and on . . . Finally, she stood up. "That ought to keep you busy today. And tonight we'll play one of my favorite games. It's called 'anal rape'." Then Wendy did exactly what he had been praying to God that she wouldn't. She gripped his tortured penis and squeezed. "How's your cock feel today?" Instantly the slivers of glass bit into the sensitive flesh in a thousand places. He screamed once more and passed out. "Wimp," she sneered. She walked out of the room and left him to his agony. To be continued . . .
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