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DAYS OF WINE AND AGONY
DAY TWO, PART TWO He spent the day slipping in and out of conciousness and lost all track of time. It took all his strength to lift his legs so he could slacken the chain and relieve the pain in his pierced, outstretched testicles, and his hips ached from the effort. It seemed like a small eternity before Wendy walked through the door to his prison. This time, she wasn't quite naked. She had ratty sneakers on her bare feet, and around her waist was a leather harness from which extended the largest dildo he had ever seen. It was about a foot long and as thick as his wrist, with a fat head the size of a small apple. His eyes widened in sheer panic as she strode towards him and he saw that the entire shaft of the massive artificial penis was covered with dozens of small rubber spikes. She laughed as she saw his reaction. "How do you like MY cock, Stud? Take a good look at it." She was standing right next to his face now. She stroked the huge rubber phallus affectionately. "I had to have this custom-made. I've often wondered what the girl in the shop thought I was going to do with it, because I sure as shit wouldn't want the ugly fucker used on ME." She picked up a tube of ointment and showed it to him. "This is menthol cream," she told him. "When I stick it in your ass it's going to burn like hell, but you'll soon forget about that." She stepped between his spread-open buttocks and began to apply the cream to his anus and inside his rectum. Instantly the menthol began doing its work. He moaned with the new pain as his anus and rectal walls began to burn. "Okay, Ass-breath, let's take care of your balls." Wendy sat on the edge of the bondage table and began withdrawing the needles from his battered testicles. This hurt only slightly less than when she had inserted the needles that morning, and his muffled groans increased in intensity. "As big as your balls are, I need to make room for something even more fun," she told him in a happy voice. Once all the needles were removed, she got up from the bondage table and picked up two large, gleaming, stainless steel needles, like ice-picks without handles. "One for each ball," she said. She lined up the first needle and plunged it completely through his right testicle, eliciting a muffled scream. Then she drove the second needle through his left testicle. He was nauseated. His tortured penis still burned terribly from the broken glass, his rectum felt as though he had been raped with a hot poker, and his testicles felt like they had been smashed with a hammer. He began to lose conciousness. Wendy slapped him across the face, bringing him to, and showed him a small electronic box. It sprouted two long wires tipped with alligator clips. "The current in this box isn't enough to completely cook your balls, but I guarantee you're not going to like it very much." She attached the clips to the ends of the needles protruding from his aching testicles. Wendy looked up to make sure he was watching her, then she smiled sweetly and flipped the 'On' switch, sending electricity coursing through his impaled testes. White-hot sheets of agony engulfed his loins. His eyes bugged out, his fists clenched, the tendons in his neck stretched out as he threw back his head and screamed the helpless, high-pitched screams of the tortured. Wendy positioned herself between his spread-open buttocks and began to press the head of the dildo against his anus. She held onto his thighs and pushed forward. It took a lot of skill and effort, but finally his anus stretched open slightly and the dildo began to enter him. His hoarse screams continued as the electricity coarsed through his testicles. Wendy shoved forward suddenly, and the fat head of the dildo popped inside his anus, stretching it to the limit. He howled through the ball-gag. "I'm going to fuck you until I come, Sucker. And after all the orgasms you've given me so far, that's going to take a long, long time." She pushed forward and succeeded in shoving the massive dildo inside him about two more inches. She withdrew slightly and pushed forward again, and half its length disappeared inside him. Once more she withdrew to just behind the dildo's head, and then she thrust forward with all her strength, burying the monster up to the hilt. He felt as though he had been impaled on a telephone pole. He screamed and screamed as Wendy began bucking back and forth, withdrawing the massive dildo and brutally thrusting it back inside him. She penetrated him wildly, madly, tossing her head back in ecstacy as she slammed into him and the base of the dildo rubbed against her engorged clitoris and the spikes along the dildo's shaft lacerated his rectal membranes. She humped and humped, savoring his muffled screams of agony, until finally her climax approached. With a loud groan of pleasure, she pulled on his testicle chain and orgasmed violently. Finally, she withdrew the cruel dildo from his mangled anus. She looked up and saw that he had passed out again. She unbuckled her harness and walked over to the sink, where she lovingly washed the smears of blood off of her beloved punishment dildo. She turned to leave. She didn't worry about destroying his testicles with the electrical current: the batteries would run down soon enough, she knew. She went upstairs to bed. To be continued . . .
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