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The following story contains graphical, fictional descriptions of non-consensual sex and bondage.  If you are not of legal age, you are a resident of a state or territory that forbids such material, or you are easily offended by erotic material...Stop!  Leave!
 
This story is a fantasy about bondage and non-consensual sex.  Unlike these fantasies, true-life domination and bondage should always be SAFE, SANE, and CONSENTUAL. 

Characters and scenes depicted are fictional unless otherwise noted by the author.  Many of the characters and scenes portrayed within are inspired by erotic artwork, erotic photography, and erotic fiction found in the public domain.  Any resemblance to actual people or real life situations is purely coincidental.  Any resemblance to another author's fictional work is also strictly coincidental unless otherwise noted. 

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(c) Copyright 1998,2000 - ygb
 
The author welcomes comments.  Comments may be sent via e-mail to the author.  His address is: 
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Authors note (06/06/2000):  

This story was originally published as "Drew Meets the Marquesa."  The author has renamed this story to fit the scheme of his later stories.

Several grammatical changes have been made to the story.  No changes in plot or content have occurred.

Authors note (05/27/1998):  

Mistress Mandy was inspired by a childhood acquaintance of the author.  Princess Shandra, Countess Catherine, Lady Nicole, and Lady Colleen were inspired by bondage/fetish artwork from Sojame.  Lady Sarah was inspired by the beautiful, loving wife of the author.

If you have ever fantasized about being a helpless captive of beautiful women, the many adventures of Drew Thomas should be of great interest.  If being a prisoner of: Cat Woman, Amazon warriors, outlaw cowgirls, The Oakland Raider Cheerleaders, your female boss, the girl next door, or even your own wife, turns you on, keep reading.
 
This story is the third in a series of fantasies as seen through the eyes of the fictional character, Drew Thomas.

Current volumes include:
 1. "Drew's First Time"
 2. "Drew's New Job"
 3. "Drew's Mysterious Client"
 4. "Drew's Frightful Trip"
 5. "Drew's Royal Retreat"
 6. "Drew's Dreadful Demons"
 7. "Drew's Goddess Returns"
 8. "Drew's Surrender"
 9. "Drew's L.A. Adventure"
10. "Drew's Tropical Adventure"


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Drew Mysterious Client
The Drew Thomas Fantasy Series: Volume 3
Written by: your good boy


Prologue

Our "hero' is Drew Thomas, a mid-forties computer professional.  He is happily married and has two children, both in college.  Drew and his wife have a very good, faithful, vanilla relationship.

It has been thirty-five years since Drew's first encounter with bondage and Female Domination.  It has been nearly thirty years since our "hero" had his brief reunion with Mandy, his teenage bondage goddess.

Drew is ready to begin his second day at his new job.  His first day was filled with unexpected bondage and sexual activity.  He is now being blackmailed by his boss.  He cannot quit or she will accuse him of sexual harassment....



Chapter 1 - Meet the Marquesa de Sade


I arrived at the office at seven o'clock for my second day of work.  I made a habit of being early.  I slowly took off my suit coat and hung it on the coat tree in my office.  I gazed out the window at a small pond.  I slowly slid into my over-stuffed leather chair and turned to my desk.

What an incredible job this was.  My first day was full of surprises.  My orientation session had been a pre-planned bondage orgy.  I had been slowly tortured, then repeatedly raped by my boss, the business manager, and the administrative assistant.  I had been exposed to the most incredible erotic experience I could have ever dreamed.  It must have been a dream.  No, it had really happened.  (If you, the reader, missed volume 2, you missed it all.)

Cathryn O'Hara, my elegant, sophisticated, gorgeous, tall, redheaded boss had seemed all business.  Nicole DeLeon, the sleek, sultry, ebony-skinned business manager with the Caribbean accent had seemed all business.  Shandra Stone (I was not to call her Candy), the buxom, blonde, Amazon assistant had seemed all business.

Suddenly, they turned on me.  Briefly stunned by a paralyzing drug spray, I was placed into bondage.  The conference room was transformed into a temporary dungeon.  I was repeatedly tortured by a combination of sex drugs and the erotic attentions of these three highly professional businesswomen who had transformed into exotic fantasy characters.  Seven hours of intense, mind-blowing, torturous ecstasy coupled with the frustration of not being allowed to reach the final orgasm.  Surely, it had been a dream.  The wildest fantasies of my teen-aged years had crept out of my sleep and in to my life.  

I slowly returned to my senses.  I glanced at the computer screen on the left corner of my desk.  There was a "sticky note" on my screen.  I pulled it to me.  

It read:  

	Mr. Thomas -
		Just a brief reminder that The Marquesa de Sade will be
		here at nine o'clock.  Please plan on a leading a brief
		tour and making a brief presentation.

		The rest of the day will be informal discussions.
				Regards,
					Ms. O'Hara



"Wow!"  I thought to myself.  It had not been a dream.

I quickly got to work, preparing a few slides on our firm.  We were a small public Internet access provider.  I had learned yesterday that we also provided home pages, scanning services, and photo services for several dominas and their friends.  The Marquesa de Sade was a long-time client and friend of my boss, the elegant Cathryn O'Hara.

I finished my slides very quickly, as the information was already on my computer.  I just had to make it look presentable.  I decided to slip into the computer room and chat with my third shift crew.  I had been told four women worked each of the two night shifts.  Two of them worked for me, the other two for Nicole DeLeon.

I walked into the computer area.  I was not surprised to see two very attractive women working at their desks.  After all, I was the only man who worked for the company.  There were about twenty women in the office during the day shift: sales reps, customer service reps, technical support analysts, systems administrators, computer operators, and security guards.  All were very attractive women.  

I spent a few minutes introducing myself to the two women.  They seemed genuinely pleased to meet their new boss.  The chat was friendly.  We talked about families.  We talked about health.  I already knew their job-related experience from their records.

I had already met the night shift security guard.  She was a stunning redhead.  She was very shapely.  She was very polite, yet very professional in her demeanor.  In the one week I had worked here, I had learned her name was Colleen.  Her security uniform fit snugly to her shapely body.  She was rather tall; probably five foot, ten inches.  She was slender, maybe one hundred and ten pounds.  Like most of the women at the office, she was very attractive.  I had also learned that she was the boss' niece.


I also walked past the fourth night shift employee.  She was a customer service analyst.  She was also beautiful.  She appeared to be half asleep.  Not many people call to complain during the night.  We pleasantly exchanged greetings as I headed back to my office.   

I shuffled some papers.  I reviewed my slides.  I owed my staff hearty thanks for the information I had used.  They had prepared the statistics and data for my orientation.  I had reviewed it last night at home.

The day shift had now started.  I slowly pulled my suit coat onto my shoulders.  The boss insisted I wear it when I was outside my office.  I walked past the secretary's desk.

Jenny Jordan smiled, "Good morning, Mr. Thomas.  I hope you found the information you needed for your presentation."  Her smile turned slightly naughty.

"Yes, Jenny, oops, I mean Ms. Jordan."  I stammered.  "Everything was very neatly organized.  Thank you."

I walked into the computer area and chatted briefly with my day shift employees.  I had six women working for me on day shift.  Like every one who worked for the company, they were all very pretty.  I thanked them for the data they had collected.  We chatted about little things.  

I glanced at my watch.  It was ten minutes to nine.  I had to return for my meeting.  I could only imagine what was in store for me.  I was about to meet The Marquesa de Sade.

The inter-com startled me a bit as Ms. Jordan's voice came over the speaker.

"Mr. Thomas, Ms. O'Hara is ready for you to meet The Marquesa de Sade."

"Thank you, Ms. Jordan," I replied "I'm on my way."

I grabbed my folder filled with presentation information.  I straightened my necktie.  I headed out of my office and past the secretary.

"Good luck on your meetings Mr. Thomas," the buxom brunette smiled.

I glanced at her.  She truly was beautiful.  Her lightly tanned skin contrasted with her brown hair.  Her brown eyes sparkled like jewels.  Her hair was pulled back and woven into the same braided ponytail style she had sported yesterday.  She was tall, very athletic in build.  She was wearing a royal blue, silk blouse, and a tan skirt.  The attire was very business-like.  

I stepped into the office of my boss.  Cathryn O'Hara was standing near the door with Nicole DeLeon and another woman.

Nicole DeLeon smiled at me without saying a word.  She was dressed in a gray business suit with a white silk blouse underneath the coat.  A scarlet neck scarf was tied around her neck.  The suit coat concealed her breasts, but was fitted in a manner subtly to remind the viewer of their presence.  Her gray skirt hugged her hips and thighs as it barely covered her knees.  Her long, black, kinky hair was pulled behind her ears as it fell almost to her waist.

Cathryn O'Hara stepped toward me.  She was perhaps the most elegant woman I had ever met.  Even in the makeshift dungeon, as she tortured me, she had grace and charm.  She also could be a merciless bitch.  Her red hair was braided into a long ponytail, then rolled into a bun behind her head.  Her grayish-green eyes peered out of her soft, white complexion.  She was tall, elegant, sophisticated, and charming. 

The boss placed her hand softly on my shoulder.  Her smile gleamed brightly as she introduced me to our guest.  "Mr. Drew Thomas, I would like for you to meet my dear friend, The Marquesa de Sade."

The mysterious lady turned toward me.  I had wondered what to expect from The Marquesa de Sade.  Her appearance was very business-like, yet charming.  She wore a navy blue business suit that looked flattering, yet professional.  She appeared to be in her early forties.  Unlike the other ladies in the room, she was short, probably about five feet tall.  She was slightly heavy, yet very well proportioned.  She had a dark complexion.  Her long, silky, jet-black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, which hung to the small of her back.  Her black eyes cast a magical gleam.  

The mysterious lady stepped forward and courteously shook hands.  She spoke softly, with a slight French accent.  "Cat and Nikki have told me so much about you.  They say you are one of the company's greatest assets."

"I am very pleased to meet you, Marquesa," I politely responded.  "I hope I can live up to their high praises.  Ms. O'Hara has spoken of you as a very dear friend."

Cathryn O'Hara smiled at me and turned to her guest.  "Oh, Vonnie, you will adore him."

I mused for just a moment over hearing her use the names Cat and Nikki to refer to the other two ladies.  In the office, they were Ms. O'Hara and Ms. DeLeon.  Most of yesterday, they were Countess Cathryn and Lady Nicole the Lioness.  Somehow, Cat and Nikki seemed impossible to imagine.

 "Vonnie," I thought to my self.  The Marquesa de Sade sounds so evil and barbaric.  Vonnie sounds so girlish and innocent.  I was more confused than ever.  Was she really French nobility?  Could she really be a Marquesa?  Was she descended from the legendary Marquis de Sade?  Were the other three women really nobility as they portrayed yesterday?  Or, is this all an act?

At that moment, Shandra Stone, the tall, blonde Administrative Assistant entered the room.  Was she really an Amazon warrior-princess?  Or, was that just a character she had portrayed yesterday?

The Marquesa's eyes gleamed.  She smiled as if she had just seen a long, lost friend.  "Princess Shandra, Your Highness!  How lovely it is to see you.  I hope your mother, Queen Xandra is doing well?"

The blonde hugged the shorter woman, "Aunt Vonnie!  I have missed you so much.  Yes, my mother is doing very well.  I will tell her you inquired of her."

As the women exchanged hugs and small kisses on the cheeks, I was bewildered.  Maybe they really were nobility.  I wondered about this all through the tour.  I was trying to concentrate on leading the entourage.  I had to keep focused on what I was telling our guest.

I made it through the tour without serious problems.  We returned to the plush office of Ms. O'Hara.  Cathryn O'Hara motioned for everyone to proceed into the conference room.  She pointed for everyone to sit, and then she gracefully eased herself into a chair beside me.  I was sitting between The Marquesa and my boss.  This was like an informal chat.  It was much more like a reunion than like a business meeting.
 
The Marquesa attentively listened as I made my formal presentation.  She appeared genuinely interested in the system information I presented.  I made a point to avoid technical jargon.  I emphasized our service levels to our customers.

She chuckled greatly when I showed the slide of our computers.  My staff had spent considerable time in naming each computer.  "Daddy Warbucks" was the internal system; he handled all the data and all the money.  "Charlotte," playfully named after the friendly spider of children's literature, was our main web-server.  She chuckled loudly when I mentioned our last computer.  "The Bitch" was our dungeon mistress.  "The Bitch" was where most of our "business" clients resided.

The presentation ended.  It was about ten o'clock.  I was beginning to think of what would happen during the next seven hours.  I was half scared.  I was half excited.  I knew the experience would be unlike anything I had ever known.  I was sure of one thing.  Expect the unexpected!

The Marquesa daintily sipped a small drink of juice.  She gracefully turned her chair to face me.  A wicked-looking smile slowly came to her lips.  She reached her hand to the side of my face and began playfully stroking my cheeks and lips.

"Drew, I believe it is time we discuss more serious business," the guest whispered loudly.  Continuing in a normal voice, "We four ladies must change into more appropriate attire.  You will have ten minutes to do the same.  When I return, I expect you to be completely naked.  You will stand in that corner, facing this door.  You will be standing straight, your hands behind your back, and your eyes looking down.  You will not look up unless instructed.  Do you understand?"

I was flabbergasted!  I was not a slave.  Being a prisoner was one thing, because it was involuntary.  However, to strip and stand there.  Who did she think she was? 

I noticed an impatient glance from The Marquesa.  She was beginning to get angry.  I gave a quizzical glance to Ms. O'Hara.  She sternly nodded her consent.

"I guess I do," I half-heartedly muttered.

"I was told you have excellent manners.  This will be the only warning I give you," she scowled at me.

"Yes, Marquesa, I understand," I quickly replied.

"Good!  You will call me Lady Marquesa," she directed as she rose from her chair and headed towards the changing rooms between Ms. O'Hara's office and the conference room.

The other three women all rose and followed The Marquesa through the doorway.  Each woman glanced at me with an approving smile as they disappeared from view. 


Chapter 2 - What's a Nice Boy Like You...


I thought to myself.  I must be crazy.  Here I am stripping totally naked for a lady I have never met.  I am going to be tortured in some way, probably several ways.  Who knows what crazy things she has in mind?  What am I doing here?

I quickly hung my clothes on a hanger conveniently left in the room.  I had not noticed the time, so I had no idea when The Marquesa would return.  I stood in the corner.  I folded my hands behind my back.

I decided I could look around until I heard them coming through the door.  I was in the opposite corner of the room from the doorways.  To my right were the marker boards and projection screens.  To my left was the dreaded wall full of closets.  I knew from yesterday that some of the closets held bondage equipment.  In front of me was the huge cherry conference table.  Would they leave it in the room?  Or, would they push some magical buttons and lower it into the floor.  Would they stretch me in chains?  I already knew the conference table could be transformed into a huge bed.  Would they spread-eagle me to the bed again? 

I quickly lowered my eyes to the floor as the ladies started through the door.  I tried to glance at them without raising my head.  The Marquesa saw me glancing around but acted as though she did not see me.  I was expecting the women to be wearing black leather teddies, bustiers, garter belts, and knee-high spike-heeled boots.

The Marquesa was wearing a long black evening dress.  She was wearing black, six-inch, spike-heeled shoes.  Her ankle-length dress had a slit running up the left leg to the middle of her thigh.  The top of her dress revealed beautiful shoulders and showed much of her cleavage.  Her large breasts were pushed upwards by the contour of the dress.  She was stunning.  She looked very much like nobility.  She also looked very wicked.

Countess Cathryn followed closely behind her guest.  She was also wearing an ankle-length, formal dress.  She chose a dark, forest green outfit that accentuated her fiery, red hair and her cat-like, grayish-green eyes.  Every time I saw this woman, her elegance overwhelmed me.  In business suits, she was sophisticated and charming.  Yesterday, in lingerie, she was sexy and enchanting.  In her formal attire, she could be a royal goddess.

I did not see what the other two ladies were wearing.  They stayed in the background.  I had glanced around for some time.  I knew I had been caught with my eyes wandering.  The Marquesa seemed to want me to see just a little of them.  Now she had decided I should be caught.

She stepped up to me.  Reaching with her left hand, she slowly stroked my cheeks.  She then cradled my chin and raised my head.  We were staring eye-to-eye.  She slowly shook her head to indicate her mild disgust with me.  She lowered my head.  I gazed straight at the floor.  I was braced for a wicked slap to the face.  My jaw was still tender from the several blows I had received yesterday.

The Marquesa spoke in a soft, gentle, yet firm voice.  "The Countess tells me you were vanilla until yesterday."  She lifted my head, staring again into my eyes.  "She has asked me to be very patient with you.  She does not want any permanent marks left on your precious skin."  She paused and slowly scanned my body with her eyes.  "I can see why she feels so strongly for your well-being.  She is my dearest friend.  I will, of course, honor her wishes."

She dropped my head, then began to slowly rub my cheek again.  "If you were my new slave, I would treat you much harsher for your disrespect.  Since you are neither a slave, or mine, I will be somewhat patient."

She moved to my left and opened the nearest closet door.  She obviously knew what was in the closets.  She picked her way through several objects, selected some, and returned to me.

"You will only speak when asked a question.  You will call me Lady Marquesa.  You will not lift your eyes unless told to."  She was now behind me.  She began to fasten the three-inch wide bondage cuffs to my wrists.  "I am sure you remember what these are for.  You will discover many new uses for them today."

She finished fastening the three buckles on each leather wrist cuff.  She then clipped the sewn-in D-rings together with a clip-hook.  My hands were now out of her way, securely fastened behind my back.  She slowly rubbed her long fingernails upward from the crack of my butt, along my spine, finally reaching my neck.  It was a light scratching sensation, almost a tickle.  She reached around me and started playing with my nipples.  She slowly moved her hands down my side.  She gently massaged my hips for just a moment, then continued moving her hands down the outside of my legs.  Then she quickly fastened a three-inch leather bondage cuff to each ankle.

She stood up and moved in front of me.  "I will not bind your legs at this time.  But, the cuffs on your ankles will be used before the day is over."

"You have been silent.  That is good," she said as she gazed up and down my body.  "But, you do not show me the respect I deserve.  Your penis should always be at attention when I am with you."

"But I can't control that Lady Marquesa," I objected.

"Enough!" she shouted.  "You will learn to control your erections.  You will learn to control your orgasms.  You will always be erect for me.  You will only cum when I tell you."

She reached towards something on a shelf in the closet.  She returned with a weird-looking funnel.  "I have several ways to help your cock learn to respect me.  I could use a drug patch to force an erection."

"No!  Please, not that," I pleaded.  I could not stand seven hours of drug-induced, frenzied ecstasy while being prevented from ejaculating.  I had almost gone insane yesterday from the effects of the drug patch.

"Quiet!" she shouted.  "You have already modeled the ball stretcher for The Countess.  I could take a rough rope and tie your balls to your feet.  If I tie them tightly and stretch them far enough, you will learn the price for insubordination."

I was in no pain from her musings.  I was scared out of my wits.  The stretcher was painful.  I did not need something worse.

"I know," she said sarcastically.  "I will use the parachute on you."

What in the heck is the parachute, I wondered?  I had to learn to quit wondering about these things.  The answer was always painful.

She knelt down with the funnel in her hand.  As she knelt, I quickly gazed at Countess Cathryn.  She was smiling, half lost in fantasy.  Her fantasy would undoubtedly be my reality soon enough.  I looked down.  The Marquesa was tightening a leather strap around my scrotum.  My testicles were already being pulled away from my body.  The funnel was a leather contraption.  The small end fastened tightly around my scrotum.  The large end hung a few inches downward, just below the bottom of my balls.  There were D-rings on either side of the bottom.  Something was rubbing my now enlarged testicles.

"This is a special parachute," The Marquesa gleamed.  "Not only can I hang weights from your pathetic little balls, but the inside of the chute will rub and scratch you as well.  It will torment you unmercifully.  I just love this thing!"

Indeed, little steel studs lined the inside of the chute.  They were cold at first.  They were also just sharp enough to hurt without cutting me.  It hurt like Hell.

"Lets start you out with medium weights," the wicked woman chuckled.  "Two pounds ought to work nicely."  

She clipped a weight to each D-ring on the chute.  The extra weight intensified the agony.  The weight stretched and squeezed my balls.  The steel studs scratched and dug a little deeper.  I was still very tender from seven hours of torture yesterday.  The agony already seemed unbearable.  But, I knew it would get much worse.

The Marquesa stepped back a step.  She admired her handiwork.  She reached out her left hand and flicked her finger against my cock.  My now totally erect penis bounced to the right, then wiggled its way back to strict attention.

"Yes!"  The Marquesa exclaimed.  "I knew you would cooperate for me.  Now for the finishing touch."

She placed a one-inch leather collar around my neck and clipped a leash to the ring.  She gave a light tug and began parading me slowly around the room.  My hands were worthless, clasped behind my back.  The parachute and weights dangled and pulled heavier on my tortured testicles.  She led me on a grand march around the table.  I passed in front of her three cohorts.  We stopped our march in front of The Countess.

"Carefully kneel down," The Marquesa commanded.  

I slowly went to my knees.  My balance was not good.  My legs ached from yesterday's marathon session.  My hands were uselessly clasped behind my back.  I stumbled slightly, but remained on my knees.

"Now, kiss my shoes," she ordered.  "Very passionately.  Show me how much you love me."

I looked up at her in disbelief.  I was not going to kiss her shoes.  I had kissed The Countess' shoes yesterday, but I had only lightly kissed them.  No way was I going to passionately kiss this woman's feet.

"Now!" she shouted as she jerked the leash downward.

I awkwardly fell forward.  My head was between her feet.  I planted a kiss on each shoe.

"Lick them!" she ordered again.

I really was not getting turned on by this at all.  I wanted to tell her to take a hike.  I realized my exposed, helpless situation.  I kissed her right foot for a few seconds.  I then licked the toe for a few seconds.  I moved to her left foot and repeated the ritual.

"That is a pathetic display of your love for me," she pouted.  "But, it will do for now, raise your head."

She took my head in her hands and pulled my face into her dress.  My face was right in front of her lap.  She forced my face into the fabric.  I could not tell how wet she was, but I could smell her juices.

"You make me very hot when you lick my shoes," she whispered.  "Your erect penis and stretched testicles are so beautiful.  And, you are so helpless.  How beautiful?"

She released my head.  Without a word, she gently pulled upward on my leash.  I struggled to my feet.  At least she was patient with my awkward, stumbling attempts to stand.  She slowly led me a few feet.  I was directly in front of The Countess.  I raised my head and looked at The Countess.  My eyes were pleading for her to help me.  I should know better than expect sympathy from her.

"Lower your head, you slimy dog!"  The Marquesa growled at me.  "How dare you defy me by looking upward?  I must punish you for this."

She reached over to the closet.  She pulled back a riding crop.

"Bend over.  I want your butt in the air," she had a serious tone that commanded instant obedience. 

Swaaaat!

"Ouch!"  I cried.  "What's the big idea?"

Swaaaat!  Swaaaat!  Swaaaat!  Swaaaat!

I did not respond verbally to the latter swats.  I did cringe and squirm in pain as the riding crop cracked on my bare cheeks.

"Do not worry," she said sarcastically.  "Your cheeks will hurt for a few days, but your wife will never see a mark."

She yanked my leash downward.  "Now, show The Countess how much you love her."

I did not need another flurry of swats from the crop.  I clumsily knelt down before the redheaded Countess.  I planted a big kiss on each shoe.  I gave a few long licks to each shoe.  I raised my head, still gazing downward at her shoes.  

The Countess gently patted my head.  "I told you he had potential.  He learns rather quickly."

The Marquesa looked at The Countess with a coy smile, "I think you are too soft on him.  But, he is so adorable.  I can see how much you enjoy him."

With a gentle tug of my leash, I was led to Lady Nicole.  The Lioness purred a sarcastic growl at me.  I knelt before the ebony-skinned beauty.  I had expected to see her in some outfit of leather.  Yesterday, she had looked so sexy, so sultry, so dominating in her leather pants and halter.  Today, however, she was dressed in a delightfully cheerful, yet very formal tropical outfit.  The costume was yellow linen with a bright floral print.  It draped over one shoulder, leaving the other completely bare.  The cloth swooped at an angle, over her breasts and down to her waist.  Most of her abdomen was bare.  She wore a full-length skirt of the same fabric.  The skirt covered her ankles on the sides and in the back.  The front of the skirt swooped upward in a V that came to a point just above her knees.  Her feet were adorned in tan high heels.  Around her neck was a gold medallion hanging from a gold chain.  She truly looked like a Caribbean princess.  

Without instruction, I kissed and licked each of her shoes.  She likewise patted me on the head to acknowledge my servitude.

Lastly, I was led to the gorgeous, blonde Amazon princess.  I could still see her dressed in the Amazon warrior costume of yesterday.  She wore a sheer, ivory-colored, linen tunic; buckskin leather bikini pants; knee-high buckskin boots; a leather head band; and a large medallion on a leather strap dangling around her neck.  The Amazon warrior-princess was a goddess.  She was the only one who showed signs of compassion.  She could be cruel.  I remembered her several slaps to my face.  I remembered the vicious karate kick to my stomach.  But, she still had a soft, sensitive side.  

Today, she was dressed in the formal gown of an Amazon princess.  She wore a toga-style gown of extremely fine, ivory-colored linen.  It covered one shoulder, while leaving the other exposed.  The linen wrapped over her large breasts and wrapped gracefully around her waist.  The toga-gown then wrapped around her legs one time, covering portions of her legs, but exposing other portions.  Her lightly tanned skin was slightly darker than the gown.  She had on buckskin slippers that had leather strings crisscrossed several times around her ankles and calves.  Around her neck, the large medallion hung on a thin leather strap.  I remembered the medallion from yesterday.  It looked like an ancient good luck charm.  Perhaps it was a sign of her royal status.   

I knelt at the Princess' feet.  I graciously kissed and licked each shoe.  

She patted my head and said, "That was very kind of you Drew."

"Thank you, Your Highness," I responded.  "It is always my pleasure to serve one of your beauty, charm, and kindness."

The Marquesa pulled upward on my leash.  She led me back to the corner near the closet.  I glanced at the clock.  It was now ten thirty.  It had only been a half-hour.  Who said time flies when you are having fun?


Chapter 3 - Are We Having Fun Yet?


The Marquesa gently grabbed my chin and lifted my head.  She stared me in the eyes.  "Are you enjoying this Drew?"  She giggled the most evil sounding giggle I have ever heard.  "I so love the parachute.  It does so many wonderful things to you all at once.  But, it is so bulky.  It must go."

I did not mind seeing the horrid contraption removed.  My balls were ready to explode.  They had swollen with a rush of blood when she strapped the chute to me.  They were stretched and squeezed by the weights pulling on them.  They were so sore from yesterday that the pain was excruciating.  The blood quickly surged through the tortured testicles.  They tingled.  They hurt.  They started to return to their normal size.

The relief was short-lived.  The Marquesa returned with the two-inch ball stretcher-spreader.  Oh!  I hated that evil contraption.  She placed the two-inch sheath of leather around my scrotum.  She fastened the three narrow straps very tightly.  My balls were stretched two inches.  They immediately swelled up with a rush of blood.  She brought the narrow strap from the bottom, between my balls.  She snapped it onto the top of the sheath.  I was now stretched and separated.  The agony was unbelievable.  I throbbed.  I ached.  Pain shot though my balls and into my stomach.  I could not bear this for long.  

The Marquesa noticed my discomfort from the leather straps.  She gave me a wicked grin and said, "The pain will help you to become more gracious and respectful.  I will keep you in pain and frustration all day.  Your torment brings me great pleasure.  My family has always found great delight in torturing helpless victims."

Either she is playing this role of The Marquesa to a ridiculous extreme, or she really is a descendant of the demented Marquis.  I am truly afraid of this woman.  I hope The Countess will protect me.  But, she seems charmed and enthralled by the wicked Marquesa.  I know I am trembling with the fear that she invokes in me.

The Marquesa also noticed my trembling.  "Your fear makes me very hot.  I am very wet.  Before this day is over, you will bring me and my friends to many climaxes.  Seeing you struggle and suffer can be very exciting for us."  The Marquesa reached into the closet one more time.  She brought out a long length of chain.  She turned to me and ordered, "On your knees."

I awkwardly went to my knees.  I had learned to keep my eyes looking downward.  I did not want any more whacks from the riding crop.  She knelt beside me.  She threaded one end of the chain through the two D-rings on my ball stretcher.  The chain was very cold against my swollen, feverish testicles.  She took one end of the chain and ran it through the D-ring on me left ankle cuff.  She ran the other end through the ring on my right ankle cuff.  She then clasped the two ends together.

"This ingenious little setup will add to your torment," she chuckled.  "If you spread your feet apart or you lean forward, the chain will pull on your pathetic little balls.  If you lean too far, or spread your feet too far, you may rip your balls completely off your body."

I was not anxious to test her theory.  My testicles were already tortured beyond my belief.  She already had a plan in her mind.  She stood up and grabbed my leash.  She gave a small tug.  I now had to shuffle on my knees to follow her.  If I fell forward, I would pull my balls off.  If I tried to stand, I would pull my balls off.  If I shuffled my knees too far, I would pull my balls off.  She had me in quite a predicament.

She slowly led me around the room by my leash.  It took several "steps" for me to find a stride that was comfortable.  If I moved too slowly, my leash would jerk my neck.  If I moved too quickly, the chains would tug on my balls.  I delicately struggled to maintain my balance.  My hands were still clasped behind me.  My feet could not be spread too far apart.  If I stumbled, I would be pulled apart.  We finished our parade around the room.  I had once again had to pass in total humiliation in front of the other three women.  The Marquesa stopped me right at the feet of Countess Cathryn.

My knees and feet were burning from rug burn.  My testicles had been pulled several times when I stumbled.  Every time I though the situation could not get worse, it did.  Every time I thought I could endure no more pain, I did.

The Marquesa tugged on my leash and began sternly giving me instructions, "Pay close attention to my commands.  If you are clever, you will do this without causing yourself great pain.  If you are not clever, you are soon to be in great pain.  We will test your common sense."

She continued, "You will bend forward and worship our feet.  If you do it correctly, you will suffer only mild pain.  If you do it incorrectly, you will pull yourself apart.  Now, show The Countess how much you love her."

I knew I could not lean forward.  I had to quickly find the solution.  If I took too long, she would punish me.  If I guessed wrong, I would punish myself.  I thought I had the solution.

I lowered my butt onto my legs, relieving the tension on the chain.  I bent at the waist, lowering my lips to The Countess' feet.  The chain pulled slightly tight just as my lips touched her shoe.  I had guessed right.  The chain pulled slightly.  The pain was bearable.  I slowly kissed and slowly licked each shoe.  I did not like doing it.  I got no thrill from it.  But, I did not get punished.  I finished the ritual and slowly raised up into a kneel.  I somehow did this without hurting myself.  It was very difficult to move in a manner that did not pull me apart.

The Countess placed her hands behind my head.  She pulled by face into her pelvis.  I could smell her juices through the fabric of her dress.  She was getting very hot.  These women loved seeing me suffer.  They loved seeing me humiliated.  I was tired of this game already.  The Marquesa was not tired of it.

The black-haired, slightly plump demon tugged on my chain.  She slowly led me around the table.  I was getting better at balancing and shuffling on my knees.  I did stumble once or twice; moaning and groaning as my balls were stretched and squeezed mercilessly.  

I was led to the feet of Lady Nicole.  I immediately sank into my position and began to worship her shoes.  She gently patted my head when I had finished.  She did not pull me to her loins.  I had little doubt that she was dripping wet.  After all, she was The Lioness.

The leash tugged again.  I began to shuffle my way to Princess Shandra.  My confidence was growing.  I was getting decent at this.  I was keeping the pressure off my balls.

"Aaaagggghhhhhh!"  I stumbled forward.  I was falling.  My body lurched forward, stretching the chain beyond its limits.  I had no balance.  I could not control my position.  I screamed as I tumbled to my left side.  The momentum of my fall caused my legs to pull much further.  Incredible pain shot through my balls.  My stomach cramped as the pain shot through me.  Stars flashed before my eyes.  I do not know if I have ever hurt this badly in my life.  I knew I had just pulled my balls off my body.

As quickly as I could, I curled my body into a ball.  The strain on the chain was relieved.  I continued to wallow in great pain.  I was writhing and squirming as the pain continued to shoot through my balls, and into my stomach.  I still saw stars flashing before me.  I could not stop squirming.  As I squirmed, I began stretching the chain again.  She had to help me.  I would pull my self apart.  The squirming was involuntary, but caused more pain.

The Marquesa said nothing.  She knelt at my side and stroked my cheeks to calm me.  The intense pain was leaving me.  I could see more clearly.  Tears had welled up in my eyes.  One or two tears had rolled down my cheeks, leaving a trail of wetness.  My squirming was less violent.  I curled tighter into my little ball.  The pain slowly ebbed.  I was slowly regaining control.  The Marquesa continued to gently stroke my face, but said nothing.

The other three women remained in their places.  It must be a code of ethics among bitches to not interfere.  I caught a glance of Countess Cathryn.  The smile had left her face.  She looked at me knowing I would not be seriously hurt by the fall.  She knew the excruciating pain would gradually leave my body.  She knew that in five or ten minutes I would be returned to a state of normal torment.

My eyes shifted to Lady Nicole.  The Lioness was slowly shaking her head.  She did not act worried about my health or safety.  She appeared to be scorning my clumsiness.  She acted as though I was to blame for my situation.  What a bitch!

My gaze shifted to Princess Shandra.  The Amazon warrior-princess had a tear of compassion dribbling down her cheek.  She saw my gaze.  She quickly turned her face away from me.  I could not figure her out.  She showed compassion sometimes.  She was vicious at other times.  If she were truly an Amazon, she was used to torturing and enslaving men.  If she were truly a warrior, she must have witnessed pain and suffering.  She was only in her early twenties.  Maybe she was still too young to be firmly, viciously dominant.

I slowly began to uncurl my body.  I had to be careful.  If I straightened my legs, I would stretch my balls again.  I could not start that agony all over again.  I lay gasping short, shallow breaths.  I was still moaning, but not as loudly.  

I had survived my fall.  My testicles were still attached to my body.  I had thought they hurt yesterday.  I had thought they ached this morning.  I had not had this much pain in years.  I tried not to remember my most painful experiences.  I remembered being hit in the balls by a baseball when I was about eight.  I remembered having my cheek broken by a baseball when I was ten.  I remembered having thirty stitches in my leg and knee when I was twelve.  I remember breaking my ankle twice, once at fifteen, once in college.  I winced from the memories.  Damn!  I hurt.

The Marquesa had never spoken a word.  She had quickly moved to calm me.  She had prevented me from further hurting myself by thrashing on the floor.  She knew she had chained me so that I could not be seriously hurt.  She knew I was recovered to a point of tolerable agony.
   
She lightly tugged my chain.  "Carefully get to your knees.  You must learn not to be so clumsy."

"You vicious, merciless bitch!"  I screamed.  "I could have been maimed.  I can't get up."

"You will remember your manners.  One more outburst, and I will gag you with the nastiest gag you can imagine."  She glared at me, "Now, get up carefully."

I could imagine some pretty nasty gags.  The wet panty gag was gross.  The nylon stocking gag was disgusting.  The two-inch ball gag was very uncomfortable.  It forced my tongue down against my lower jaw.  It forced my mouth open.  The straps cut into my cheeks and lips.  Oh!  The six-inch cock gag that Shandra had been forced to endure for her disrespect.

I slowly tried to roll into a crouching position.  I struggled, but could not get to my knees without stretching the chain.  The Marquesa and The Countess both leaned in to assist me.  They got me to my knees.  I was wobbly.  I was still in great pain.  The pain still shot through my testicles and into my stomach.  I felt sick.  My stomach was wrenching with nausea.  I felt like a football player being helped to his knees by two trainers.  Where was the stretcher?

The Marquesa gently pulled on the leash.  "Your little show is over.  Keep your mouth shut and show Princess Shandra how much you love her."

I slowly shuffled my knees toward the Amazon goddess.  I still could not straighten up completely.  The pain was ebbing, but still had me moving very gingerly.  I reached the feet of Princess Shandra.  I slumped slowly into my lowered position.  I kissed and licked her feet as best I could.  My stomach was still nauseous.  Pain still shot through me.  I licked her shoe a few more times.  I slowly, very carefully rose to my knees.  

The Princess patted my head and spoke softly, "Your dedication and reverence are greatly appreciated."  She gently pulled my head to her loins.  The smell of her juices was toxic.  She may have been sympathetic, but she was really turned on by my suffering.

The Marquesa again tugged on my leash.  I slowly, carefully, followed her back to the corner of the room.

She glanced at the other three dominas.  "I'm famished.  All this torture is making me hungry.  Shall we eat?"

The young princess headed through the door and into the changing rooms.  The Caribbean Lioness (Lady Nicole) began preparing the conference table for the luncheon.  The elegant Countess stepped toward the corner where The Marquesa held my leash.  I remained crouched on the floor.  I occasionally shifted my weight.  I was learning to keep a small amount of slack in the chain.  I was still trying to figure a way to keep my weight from resting on my legs.  I had a very good hunch that I would be the entertainment during their feast.

The Countess smiled at her friend, "How do you propose to let your little puppy amuse us during lunch?"

"I have considered several possibilities," The Marquesa quipped.  "Each of them have made me very excited."

"You have managed to keep us all very excited," The Countess responded.  She placed the pointed toe of her shoe against my balls and rubbed.  She seemed please that I was still very erect.  "The puppy has developed a little control since yesterday."

The torture of today was different from yesterday.  My testicles have been viciously abused both days.  My penis has been erect for two hours.  I have not cum today.  The Marquesa might kill me if I did.  At least I was not in a drug-induced sexual frenzy.  I must not cum unless permitted.  I cannot survive another day of the drug patch.  

The Marquesa patted my head.  "I have just the idea for an hour of delightful dining pleasure."

"Ooh!"  The Countess responded.  "May I inquire what that delightful act might be?"

"All in due time, my dear friend.  All in due time."  The Marquesa slowly, tauntingly licked her lips.


Chapter 4 - Let the Feast Begin!


I knew I would not like being the highlight of the lunch time entertainment.  I guess my opinion did not matter.  The Marquesa pulled on my leash and led me to another corner.  I slowly shuffled along on my knees trying to keep up with her.

The petite, demonic, French temptress opened the control panel on the wall.  I knew that there were many buttons.  I knew chains could lower from the ceiling.  I knew the huge table could be swallowed by the floor.  I knew the huge table could be transformed into a gigantic bed.  I had no idea what other surprises lurked in those buttons. 

Her finger pressed a button.  Two small holes opened in the ceiling above my head.  The long chains began to slowly snake downward toward my shoulders.  I guessed I was to be placed in a standing, spread-eagled pose again.  Her evil mind had something else planned.

The Marquesa bent down and released the clasp from my chain.  She pulled the chain back through the rings in the ankle cuffs.  She pulled it back through the rings on the ball spreader.  She held it out toward The Countess.  "This little jewel has performed very well.  Would you mind putting this away for me Cat?"

I was briefly stunned to hear her call Countess Cathryn by the pet-like nickname.  I looked quizzically at The Marquesa.  I did not dare ask.

She mused at me.  "You look confused.  Are you worried about my next treat for you?  Or, are you wondering who we really are?"

I did not answer.  I was not sure if she wanted me to answer.  Was she being rhetorical?

"I will not spoil my surprise by telling you my plans," she giggled in an evil manner.  "Once you are prepared, I will explain who we are?"

Now that the chain was removed from my feet and genitals, I could move a little more freely.  My hands were still behind my back.  She gently maneuvered me into a sitting position.  I chuckled just a bit.

She looked at me.  "What strikes you as amusing?"

"I must look pretty silly flopping around in the nude with all the chains and cuffs on me," I blurted.

"Oh, to the contrary," she flippantly answered.  "You look absolutely intoxicating."  She placed a finger on my lips, "Now return to silence.  I would hate to see you punished for foolish chatter."

I did not want to see me punished for foolish chatter, either.  I shut my mouth.

The Countess appeared in front of me.  "You may take a small drink to keep yourself refreshed."

She tipped the small glass of juice to my mouth.  I took a few small sips.  She removed the glass.

The Marquesa placed her hand on my shoulder.  "Now lie back on the floor.  You need to be prepared for lunch."

I moaned as I slowly rolled onto my back.  My arms were pinned under my body.  The raven-haired beauty grabbed one of the chains that hung from the ceiling.  She clipped it to my ankle cuff.  She grabbed the second chain.  She fastened it to the other cuff.

She saw the panic in my eyes.  "Now, don't you talk.  You will be very charming hanging by your feet."

I was helpless to resist.  It seemed foolish to reason with her.  I groaned my displeasure.  I emitted a long, loud sigh.  I laid my head back.  I may as well rest while I can.

She scurried to the closet.  She returned with several leather straps.  I recognized the blindfold and the gags.  She had several gags in her hand.  None of them seemed pleasant.  Some of them seemed awful.

"Let us cover those hauntingly, pleading eyes of yours," she snickered.  "Your eyes seem to affect Princess Shandra to compassion."  She covered my eyes and fastened the leather strap snug around my head.

"Now let's see," she seemed indecisive.  "This one looks perfectly nasty.  Now, open wide.  Keep your tongue down."  She shoved a large ball into my mouth and yanked the strap tight around my head.

"Gggmmmmpppphhh," I greeted the huge ball.

"Some people cannot open wide enough for the big ball," she informed me.  "Men seem to have big mouths."  

She moved to the control panel and playfully squealed; "Up we go!"

I do not know why she said "we."  It was "me."  My feet slowly started rising into the air.  My waist bent and my back and arms slid against the carpet.  I know it only took a few seconds for me to be lifted feet-first into the air.  I guessed my head was about three feet off the floor.

The cuffs on my ankles felt uncomfortable, but did not seem to be stopping my blood flow.  Blood rushed to my head.  My arms strained against their own weight.  They were still clasped behind my back.  They tried to fall over my head.  My joints would not give.  This was too uncomfortable.

I screamed to The Marquesa to change my arms, "Mmmmggggpppppphhh!"

She chuckled, "Yes, I know your arms hurt."

"If I don't guide them down, they will fall backwards and tear the sockets."  She unclasped my wrists and guided them in an arc in front of my body, then let them drop over my head.  They jerked against the sockets as they reached full extension.  She quickly clasped them together again.  They did not touch the floor.

She backed away to admire my pose.  "My, are we not the most beautiful toy a woman could want?"

Her timing was uncanny.  As she finished speaking, Princess Shandra's voice filled the room.

"Let the feast begin!" the royal blonde exclaimed.


Chapter 5 - The Mystery Is Explained 


I heard the faint rustling of dainty, female feet moving in the carpet.  I was disoriented.  I knew I was in the corner of the room.  I think I was facing outward from the corner.  I was hung by my ankles from the ceiling.  My arms dangled over my head, toward the floor.  My wrists were clasped together.  My balls were still in the torturous stretcher-separator.  They were in their normal swollen, bruised, and aching state of misery.  The last two days were very hard on my jewels.  They had been squeezed and crushed by the ruthless grip of my captors.  They had been stretched and separated most of the two days.  They had been scratched by the parachute strap.  They had been pulled nearly off by the chain when I fell.  All in all, I was having a pretty rough time.

I heard the Caribbean accent of Lady Nicole.  "Vonnie, I am amazed.  You have created such a beautiful decoration for our feast."

I felt her sharp fingernails lightly scrape against my penis.  I was still erect after over two hours of torment.  I was excited, but not in frantic, tortured, ecstasy.  I was not anxious to cum.  I was not driven nearly to insanity, as I had been yesterday.  I felt tormented.  I felt humiliated.  But, at least I was in control of my emotions.  

I squirmed helplessly in mid-air.  The sharp claws of The Lioness scratched down my shaft.  It was slightly painful.  It was extremely exciting.  My cock pulsated.  Maybe she would make me cum.  She planted a soft, teasing kiss to the head of my penis.  She flicked her tongue around the crown.  My feet jerked hard against the leather cuffs and chains.  She slowly licked a drop of pre-cum from my slit.  I went crazy.  The feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before.  I wanted to cum.  If she would only lick me a few more times, I would explode all over her.  She moved back.  A sharp pain shot through my cock.  She had flipped me with her finger.

"You don't possibly think I would let you cum, do you?"  She cackled an evil laugh.

I was still swinging in slow circles from the previous action.  I was dizzy from the blood flowing to my head.  My balls still ached from their torment.  Now I wanted to cum.  Damn that bitch!

I heard another set of footsteps approach me.  The Marquesa spoke, "You get aroused so easily.  I can see why The Princess had problems with you yesterday."

She grabbed my head in her hands and pulled my nose to her lap.  "Smell my juices.  I know you can smell them.  I know they will drive you wild with passion.  But, you will drive us to ecstasy."

She released my head.  She moved one hand to my chest.  She slowly tickled and scratched my chest.  She playfully twisted and pinched my nipples.  She knew she could drive me crazy.

"I promised to tell you who we are," she said, her fingers continuing to tease my chest.  "We really are from noble and royal families.  Cat, Nikki, and I were college dorm-mates.  We were all eighteen when we first met as freshmen.  Princess Xandra was the fourth girl in our dorm suite.  She was from an island in the Pacific.  She was a freshman, but was ten years older than us.  Cat is really a duchess of Irish decent, but she prefers to be called Countess.  Countess is much more poetic.  Lady Nicole is a daughter of the Marquis de Jame.  Her sister is married to the crown prince of Jamaica.  I truly am Yvonne, The Marquesa de Sade.

The four of us were constantly fending off advances from fresh, foolish college boys.  We liked the attention at first, but they were so foolish and arrogant.  Sandy, that's what we called Queen Xandra then, was an Amazon warrior and princess.  She knew how Amazons handled men.  Obviously, my family had some unique ways to deal with disrespectful, fresh punks.  We started baiting them into light bondage situations to get rid of them.  The next year, we moved off campus.  Our apartment became a dungeon."
 
"As for Princess Shandra.  Her Highness is the Crown Princess of her Amazon island.  Someday, she will be Queen Shandra.  Queen Xandra, her mother, wanted us to teach her valuable lessons during her college and post-college years.  The young beauty is learning very quickly."

"But, enough of the history lesson."  She abruptly changed subjects, "While my dearest friends finish their fruit and juice, I will entertain them.  That is, with your help."

She placed her hands on my hips.  She slowly began to spin me in circles.  The chains connecting my feet to the ceiling began to twist.  Tighter and tighter they twisted.  I became a little dizzy.  I remembered this trick from playing on swing sets as a kid.  After many twists, she let me loose.  I began to spin in the opposite direction.  Faster and faster I spun.  Then I started to slow.  Then I stopped.  Then I began to spin in the original direction.  Around and around, stop, around and around.  I got really dizzy.

I finally stopped spinning.  At least my stomach felt like I stopped.  My head was swimming in circles.  I could handle the meanest of roller coasters, going up and down.  I loved the coasters that went in loops and had sharp curves.  But, I always got sick on the spinning barrel rides.

The Marquesa had no intention of spinning me to the point of sickness.  She merely wanted to disorient me.  She accomplished that with great success.  She swung me back and forth several times.  Where in the heck was I?  I was upside down, with the blood rushing to my head.  I was spun in circles.  I was swung back and forth.  I was seeing stars again.

I could hear giggling and laughing in the distance.  The ladies were enjoying their lunch.  I guess The Marquesa had returned to table to nibble on some fruit.  

I was so disoriented, that I could not hang still.  I was lightly swaying as I mumbled through my gag.  I had been so dizzy I had forgotten how miserable I was.  My erection had collapsed.  I was no longer concerned with cumming.  I did not notice the aching in my testicles.  My legs did not feel strained.  My arms did not feel heavy.  I was too dizzy to feel anything else.

I slowly swayed, listening to the laughter.  The giggling slowly faded.  I felt a hand running up and down my inner thigh.  

I could hear The Countess speaking to me.  "You are making my friend very happy.  I believe you are starting to enjoy your training.  You must continue to please The Marquesa.  I will let her decide if you get to cum."

I was too dizzy to care.  I could not cum now if she ordered me to.  Oh, oh.  She might just do that.  How could I cum on command?

"The girls are changing clothes.  They wish to play a game with you.  I will change into something more comfortable soon."  The Countess chuckled a bit.  She continued, "You really are a blessing.  You really are a good boy."

The "girls" had chosen to dress in formal, royal attire for the morning meetings.  I had no idea into what costumes they would change.  Knowing my luck, they wanted to play polo.  I would probably be their pony.  I cannot think things like that.  They keep coming true.

I heard giggles again.  The "girls" were returning.  I heard considerable commotion around me.  I felt like I was being lowered.  I felt hands on my shoulders.  I was lowered and left lying on my back.  The room was still swimming.  I wiggled around as I tried not to spin with the room.  Actually, the room was not spinning.  My blindfold had confused me.  The stars in front of me were spinning.  Oh well, who cares what it was.  

I realized my arms were free to move, although my wrists were still clasped together.  My feet were free.  I kicked them in excitement.  They feebly moved a little.  I was so screwed up I could not move.  I felt hands lift my shoulders.  I was sitting up.  The spinning had stopped.  

A pair of hands was unbuckling the straps of my gag.  The ball was pried loose from my mouth.  "This is such a nice gag," The Lioness said in delight.  "I would have used a dildo gag instead.  Maybe put the dildo in my ass first, then your mouth."

I shuddered at the thought of a dildo stuck in my mouth.  I cringed when she suggested getting her shit on it first.  She giggled at my responses.  I tried to move my tongue.  I tried to flex my jaws.  I was stiff.  My mouth was dry.  I moaned a little.  I was still too disoriented and too sore to talk.

 "Take a small drink of juice," the voice with the Caribbean accent commanded.  It was a gentle command, not harsh.  "You will need a little strength to play our game."

I sipped the juice.  It was so refreshing.  I felt my blindfold being removed.  The light hurt my eyes.  I blinked, squirmed, and squinted.  Slowly I could focus.  I was sitting in my corner.  The table was gone.  (From yesterday, I knew they had lowered it into the floor using buttons on the control panel to my left.)  I still could not see the four women.  My eyes continued to adjust.

The Marquesa and The Countess had exchanged their formal gowns for leather cat suits.  They were both beautiful.  The contrasts between them were stark.  The tall, thin, redheaded, fair-complexioned Countess was elegant and sexy.  The short, slightly plump, raven-haired, dark-complexioned Marquesa was wicked and sultry.  Both could drive a man crazy with their beauty and charm.  Both could drive a man crazy with their merciless tortures.

The other two women had forgone their exotic, island-style gowns for different costumes from their native islands.  It appeared we were going to have a battle.  Or, perhaps go hunting for game on the island.  Oh shit!  Let me guess.  I am the prey. 


Chapter 6 - Let the Games Begin!


I was sitting in a corner of the conference room.  I was totally naked except for my leather collar, my leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and my leather ball stretcher.  My legs were free.  My hands were clasped in front of me.  I was still slightly dizzy and weak from hanging upside-down and spinning.  But, several minutes had passed.  I was feeling almost normal.  My testicles throbbed as usual.  My penis was erect, mostly from the leather straps torturing my testicles.  I felt fairly strong.  I was not emotionally tormented.  I was enjoying a moment of relaxation.  I glanced at the clock.  It was one o'clock.  I only had to endure for just four more hours.

Lady Nicole, the Caribbean Lioness, was still tending to me.  She was mostly making certain I did not fall over from dizziness.  I do not think they were worried about me escaping.  I was less restrained than usual.  Only my hands were clasped in front of me, as a constant reminder that I was at their mercy.

I gazed at The Lioness.  Her native costume was enchanting.  She was dressed like a female warrior.  She wore a buckskin, wrap-around halter.  The neckline plunged in a deep V that revealed considerable cleavage.  The buckskin then wrapped around her sides.  She wore matching loincloth that exposed one hip.  Her feet were covered with ankle-high moccasins.  Around her neck was a necklace made of leather string and several animal teeth.  To finish her costume, she had a sheath strapped around one leg.  Inside was a long hunting knife.

Princess Shandra stepped toward us and gazed at me.  She was wearing the same Amazon warrior costume she had graced yesterday.  Her very thin, ivory-colored silk tunic clung tightly to her chest and hung just to her waist.  It was cut with a deep V that exposed most of her cleavage.  Her nipples protruded beneath the material that strained to contain her large bosoms.  A pair of buckskin bikini-style panties barely covered her pubic mound as they tied around her waist with leather cords.  Over-the-calf buckskin boots laced tightly up both legs.  Around her neck, she wore the leather strap with the large medallion dangling to her chest.  A tan leather headband about on half inch wide wrapped around her forehead and held her long, golden hair behind her ears.  But, now she had a leather sheath strapped to her left thigh.  She was also carrying a hunting knife.  

The Marquesa and The Countess were sitting in chairs across the room.  The Marquesa spoke from her seat; "The girls would like to play one of their games now.  You will move back and forth across that wall on your knees.  You will be the bunny rabbit."  She chuckled, "What cute little cheeks you have.  I cannot wait to see your little cotton-tail wiggling as you move."

 "The girls each get five shots at you.  The girl with the most direct hits will win," she exclaimed in a mocking tone.  "Each girl will have five rubber-tipped arrows and a hunting bow.  You will not be injured by the arrows.  Your hands will remain clasped as they are.  And, your feet will be clipped together." 

That did not seem too fair to me, but I decided not to argue.  I figured they would just gag me and bind me some more.  I had to quickly figure how I could hop like a bunny.

The two hunters had moved to their end of the room.  They took their bows and their five arrows in hand.

The Marquesa stood and shouted regally, "Let the games begin!"  She smiled again, "You will alternate shots.  Lady Nicole, you may go first."  She turned toward me; "Move my little bunny!"  She slowly slid back into her seat.

With my hands clasped together, I had to do a strange hop.  I took off trying to move in erratic leaps.  I hoped they would be poor archers.  I hoped my unsteady pace would cause them problems.

Lady Nicole set the arrow in place and pulled back on her bow.  She waited for me to turn and followed briefly my path.  She let the arrow fly.  Splat!  The rubber suction cup hit my hip.  

"That's one for me!"  She exclaimed proudly.

The Princess prepared her bow.  I turned and started back to the other corner.  She released her string.  The arrow sailed.  Splat!  Right in the ribs.  A real arrow would have pierced my heart.

My heart was racing.  I was tired already.  The arrow hitting my ribs sent panic through me.  I knew they would not hurt, but instinct took over.  I would have been dead.

The contest continued.  Lady Nicole missed her third shot.  Between the two of them, they hit me on nine of ten shots.  I was a sitting bunny.

I collapsed on my haunches.  I was panting heavily.  I was gasping for air.  I was dripping with sweat.  I was exhausted.

The girls collected their arrows and put them with their bows in the corner.  The Marquesa and The Countess were laughing.  They were congratulating the two hunters on their accuracy.

The Marquesa stood again.  "Princess Shandra has made an unusual request.  After considerable debate, the Countess and I have agreed to grant her wish."

She turned to me, "Stand and face your judgment!"

Judgment?  Was I being executed?  I stood.  I must have looked panicked.

"The Marquesa continued, "In her majestic sense of sportsmanship, Her Royal Highness will wrestle you in free combat.  If you win, she will take your place as my prisoner.  If you lose, you will be her prisoner for one hour.  If you refuse her request, you are a coward, and your punishment will be most severe."

I summoned up the courage to speak, "May the prisoner ask Lady Marquesa for permission to speak?"

"The prisoner may speak," she replied.

I tried to be extremely respectful and noble.  I began, "While the prisoner welcomes the opportunity to win his freedom, he is not sure that proper etiquette would be served.  As a gentleman, to struggle with any lady would appear very uncouth.  To dare battle with Her Royal Highness would be most disrespectful."

The Marquesa mused at my words for a moment.  She smiled at the Princess.  She turned back to me and spoke, "I will assure the prisoner that an Amazon warrior is a formidable foe.  The etiquette of the Amazon nation requires the warrior to battle any male that is not submissive.  The Princess was extremely eager to test your strength and resolve."

"The rules are simple.  No hitting, kicking, or biting.  The first person to be pinned by both shoulders to the floor for five seconds is the loser.  You may concede the match at any time by surrendering to your opponent."

My mind was racing as usual.  How could a man not want to wrestle around with this gorgeous, blonde goddess?  Still, she was not a normal woman.  She was an Amazon.  Despite her incredible beauty, she was extremely strong.

As my hands were unclasped, The Marquesa spoke again, "You may shake hands and come out fighting!"

We briefly met in the center of the room.  I gracefully bowed, "Good luck, Your Highness."

The fierce warrior glared into my eyes; "I do not need luck.  My strength and skill will prevail."

I was adorned only in my leather collar, cuffs, and ball stretcher.  She had removed her knife sheath and her medallion.  We slowly circled the room, each trying to get an advantage for a takedown move.  I admit I am not a muscular guy.  However, I could take the average woman in a wrestling match in very quick fashion.  I had to remind myself, this is not an average woman!

Suddenly, she dove for my legs, and wrapped her arms around them.  She yanked my ankles off the floor.  A classic football-style tackle.  I crashed onto my back.  She quickly pounced on top of me.  Her perfectly shaped, muscular legs pinned my legs to the floor.  Her strong arms thrust forward.  She firmly grabbed both of my wrists.  

I was not going to lose.  I used a concentrated effort.  I quickly rolled over to my stomach.  She managed to stay on top of me.  I was spread-eagled on my stomach.  Her powerful legs pinned mine to the carpet.  Her hands stretched my arms outward, above my head.  This was not looking favorable.

Her large breasts pushed against my back.  Her nipples were enlarged, lightly poking through her tunic and against my bare skin.  Her buckskin panties thrust against my bare buttocks.

She softly hissed into my ear,  "You are not worthy of my trouble.  I wish I had a dildo strapped on me.  I would ram it through your ass."

If there had been any doubt this was a serious struggle, her taunting clarified the issue.  She forcefully tried to roll me back over.  My outstretched position made it impossible for her to have leverage.

I was thinking of my next move.  I must escape.  I must reverse the situation.  I thought I would try psychology to distract her.  "Your pussy is dripping all over my ass.  You want me to screw you.  You want to suck my cock.  You want me to win."

Her strength increased with her anger.  She pulled my left arm down to my side.  I resisted as forcefully as I could.  I could not let her force it behind me.  She would break it to force me to surrender.  I had to keep my right hand up.  She must not roll me over.

I started my plan into action.  In one motion, I thrust my butt into the air and pulled my legs under me.  I was now on my knees and elbows.  I could not stay like this long, or she would easily enhance her advantage.  She had lost her grip on my left arm.  She held tight to my right wrist.  I threw my left arm backwards, around her back.  I thrust my legs in a circular motion to my right and in front of me.  It was a perfect "sit-out" move.  I had to gain the advantage immediately.

As I slipped out of her grasp, she stumbled forward.  I kept my momentum and spun to her side.  Before she could react, I managed to flip her onto her back.  I continued my motion and pounced with my butt onto her stomach.

I had her pinned to the floor.  I was sitting on her abdomen.  Her legs were free.  Her arms were free.  She was kicking and flailing her arms in a buzz saw motion.  If I could keep her legs from getting around my neck, I could concentrate on her arms.  She was bucking like a bronco at the rodeo.  I was bouncing with her thrusts, but stayed on top of her.

I grabbed both wrists and pulled them to her chest.  I did not want to lose my balance by stretching them above her head.  I forced them onto her breasts.  I would make her squeeze her own tits.  I could not believe the strength of her arms and legs.  Every move was resisted fiercely.  I could not believe I was able to battle with the Amazon.  Unlike normal women, she was very strong, much stronger than I was.

I did not want to lose.  I would rather she suffer than me.  I could not quit.  If I were branded a coward, the punishment would be very severe.  I had to battle until one of us defeated the other.  If fierce male warriors from other tribes could be overpowered by Amazon warriors, I surely would be.  But, for now I was doing pretty well.

I tried to use her rage to dull her instincts.  "You are a beautiful bitch.  You will make someone a good housewife someday.  I bet they will screw you until you beg them to stop."

I was messing with all her pride.  No Amazon warrior would become a housewife.  They dominated male slaves.  They would never be screwed into submission.

"You son of a bitch!"  She screamed.  "I will make you my housewife.  Your cock will be my toy."

While she was busy screaming, I slid my body higher onto her chest.  Her legs were more of a threat up here.  But, her arms and torso were neutralized.  She continued to thrust upward, hoping to throw me from her.  I used all my strength to force her arms away from her chest.  Inadvertently, my cock was resting between he huge breasts.  Her tunic was pulled down, exposing most of her breasts.  By some stroke of luck, she was perfectly situated for a tit-fuck.  I had heard of women being tit-fucked, but I had never tried it.

Every twist she made caused her globes to bounce and rub against my very stiff cock.  Every thrust she made caused my cock to rub between her mounds.  Her nipples were bulging with excitement.  I was going crazy with ecstasy.  I had to keep my concentration.  If I get too excited, she could regain the advantage.  I was throbbing again.  My balls were still stretched and separated.  The restraint of my balls enhanced my erection, but retarded ejaculation.  

I do not think the other ladies realized I was sexually excited by the struggle.  I did not realize how excited the Princess was getting from the struggle.  She had been moist at the beginning of the match.  I wonder how wet she is now.

I squeezed inward with my knees.  Her chest gave slightly.  Her tits were forced slightly inward.  They were tight on my cock.  She squirmed several times.  I could feel my orgasm swelling.  I cannot!  She will get control.  She thrust upward again to throw me.  I felt the uncontrollable twitching.  I could not stop now.  I gasped.  I started moaning. 
 
Her eyes widened in terror.  "No!  You bastard!"

She thrust with all her might.  I bumped several inches into the air.  My butt crashed hard onto her chest.  The force of my landing caused her to grunt in pain.  I stiffened.  My cum spewed from my enlarged cock.  The main wad sprayed right into her face.  The hot goo hit her chin, mouth, and nose with force.  Small amounts of cum had stuck to her cleavage and neck.  Small globs were running down her cheeks.  Most of it lay on her mouth and chin.   

Her excitement had been more than I imagined.  Just as my cum hit her face, she burst into her own orgasm.  She shuddered and shivered.  She could not suppress the gasping and moaning.  As she opened her mouth to scream, my cum slid between her lips.  She stiffened for several seconds.  Her body was trembling.  She weakly thrust and squirmed.  She was moaning.  She would moan briefly, then gasp as my hot cum entered her mouth.  She could not help but swallow some of my juice.

Her orgasm had weakened her momentarily.  She could not force me off her body.  Even in my weakened state of ecstasy, she was still pinned.  She spat my cum back at me.  It fell short of my body.  The slobbery glob fell onto her chest.  She was a slimy mess.  She was also furious.  She quickly recovered her strength.  

I was still twitching and recovering from my orgasm.  She was near full strength.  She thrust her hips upward with all her might.  My weakened grip on her wrists was no match for the thrust.  I rolled backwards, landing on my back.  She was on me like a tiger.  She quickly had my body pinned underneath her.  She grabbed my wrists, and wrestled my arms near my body.  She was in control.

I looked into her eyes.  Cum was streaming down her cheeks and chin.  Cum was running down her breasts.  Her beautiful blue eyes glared at me like cold steel.  She dug her nails into my wrists.  She rubbed her wet pants on my chest.  She forcefully wrestled my arms together above my head.  Her anger had increased her strength.  She pinned both of my wrists together above my head with one hand.  Her free hand wiped the cum from her chest.  She forced her fingers into my mouth.  My cum was being shoved into my own mouth.  She wiped more cum from her chin.  She forced it into my mouth.

The Princess looked down at me.  "Now I am going to fuck your face.  I have you."

She was still wearing her buckskin panties.  She slowly slid forward on my chest.  She moved one leg onto my upper arm.  She then moved the other leg to my other arm.  Her knees had my arm pinned above my head.  Her crotch was right in my mouth.  She thrust her mound against my face.  Her juices had soaked her panties.  The panties pushed against my nose.  They pushed into my open mouth.  Her juices were slowly dripping into my mouth and onto my nose and chin.  

I was being smothered.  I had to swallow to keep from choking.  I was gasping for breath.  I kicked my legs with all my might.  I squirmed trying to wiggle free.  She was fucking my face.  She was also slowly killing me.  I would soon black out from lack of air.

The Marquesa interrupted, "The match is over.  The Princess has won.  Both of you come here," The Marquesa ordered.  "Stand before me."


Chapter 7 - Look Who's In Charge Now
 

The Princess and I stood before The Marquesa.  The victorious Amazon stood with her head bowed in exhaustion.  She had won her struggle with a man.  However, he was not a strong, brave warrior.  She had struggled to defeat an average man who used her anger to his advantage.  She was no ordinary woman.  She was an Amazon.  She was much stronger than I was.  She should have easily pinned me.  I had been very lucky to last as long as I had. 

I stood in dazed defeat.  I was completely naked except the leather collar, cuffs, and ball strap.  I was now the captive of the beautiful Amazon warrior-princess.  I was wondering what she would do to me.  She could be so compassionate.  She could also be very brutal.  She was very angry with me for cumming in her face.  I feared the worst.  I glanced at the clock.  It was two o'clock.  At least two more hours of torment awaited me.

The Marquesa shifted her eyes to me;  "You fought bravely and fiercely.  Your orgasm was enjoyable to watch as well.  You bring no shame to yourself.  None the less, you will remain a prisoner for the rest of today."

"Princess Shandra, you have won your wager," the Marquesa pronounced.  "The prisoner is in your custody for the next hour."

The Princess spoke, "Lady Marquesa, I am proud to have defeated the scum-sucking prisoner in your honor.  If it please Your Lady, I would like to present my prisoner to you as a gift."

The Marquesa returned her generosity, "That is most kind of you, Your Highness.  However, you have earned your pleasure.  I will gladly uphold the wager.  The prisoner is yours.  You may use him however you wish."

"With your permission, I will prepare my prisoner for our entertainment," the golden-haired warrior pronounced to her companions.

The Princess reached out her hand and accepted a clasp hook from The Marquesa.  She pulled my hands behind my back and hooked the cuffs together.  I was bound again.  She grabbed my arm and dragged me to the corner of the room.  We were standing next to the closets.  She spun me toward her.

"You will pay dearly for your selfish insubordination," she scolded fiercely.  "You were not told to cum.  You never cum without permission.  You never cum on my body without permission."

I stood silently, staring at the floor.  I was fully prepared to receive several fierce slaps to the face.  I was afraid she might launch another karate kick to my abdomen.  She did neither.  She whispered something to Lady Nicole.  

The ebony-skinned lioness giggled with wicked amusement.  Lady Nicole quickly moved to the other end of the room and unlocked a closet door.  She rolled out a long narrow table.  She stopped the table in the middle of the room.  Using her moccasin-clad foot, she applied the toggle brake to each wheel.  

I did not dare raise my head.  I glanced from the corner of my eye toward the table.  It was similar to an examination table in a doctor's office.  It was ten feet long by maybe three feet wide.  The sides were wooden, stained a deep cherry color.  There were two legs on one end, with a two-foot wide opening.  There were eyebolts the entire length of the device.  It was padded on top with soft, black leather.

The Marquesa let out a shriek of delight.  "Cat!  You have a new bondage table!  It is absolutely marvelous!" 

The Countess flashed a wicked smile to her friend, "Yes, I call it Cat's Cradle.  It has several interesting features.  I know you will just love it."

A bondage table?  What in Hell is a bondage table?  There I go again.  Every time I wonder what something is or is used for, I find out the hard way.  

The Lioness decided to join the conversation.  She turned to The Marquesa.  "You will love the ratchet on the end.  It can be used like a rack."

I have a very bad feeling about this.  I know I will be strapped to the table.  I know I will be mercilessly tortured.  But, a rack?  I know what a rack is.

The Amazon warrior-princess grabbed my arm and led me to the table.  I was not walking in a willing, cooperative manner.  I walked slowly.  I hesitated.  She finally had me at the side of the table.  She turned me facing away from the table.  My butt was almost resting on the side of the evil-looking contraption.

Suddenly, the blonde captor grabbed my shoulders.  She pushed me backwards and twisted me in mid air.  My body fell across the table.  I was lying on my back with my hands trapped under me.  My head was not near the top of the table.  My crotch was very near the opening at the other end.

Lady Nicole grabbed one of my legs.  She placed it on one leg of the table.  She clasped a hook onto my ankle cuff and clasped the other end to the eyebolt at the end of the leg.  She quickly fastened my other leg to the other leg of the table.  My legs were spread wide apart.  My butt rested right at the edge of the opening.  My balls dangled freely into the open space.  I was once again very exposed.

My hands were still trapped under my body.  I know these bitches will move them over my head soon.  I did not try to kick when they spread my legs.  I cannot get free now.  I will not fight when my hands are free.  I cannot win anyway.

"Do not try to escape.  Do not fight me or I will hurt you."  The Amazon goddess scowled at me.

I do not doubt she would crush my balls if I resisted.  She rolled me onto one side.  My shackled legs would not roll.  My body twisted at the hips.  She unclasped the hook from my wrist cuffs.  She quickly yanked my arms above my head.  She used on end of the clasp hook to fasten the cuffs together.  She clipped the other end to a chain on the end of the bed.  

I am helpless.  I am scared.  If I scream, they will gag me.  What can I do?

The Marquesa stepped to my side.  She rubbed her fingernails around my chest.  She cooed with delight.  She hissed at me.

"Your Highness, what a magnificent treat."  She turned to The Countess, "Cat, it is lovely.  I just adore these wonderful devices."

I do not like it.  Not one bit.  I know they have more torture in mind.  I hope they do not kill me.

The Princess stepped to the end of the table.  She was above my head.  She turned a crank slowly.  The ratchet clicked several times.  My arms were now tightly stretched above my head.  One more click and I would feel the pain.  One more click and I would start to pull apart one small bit at a time.

Click!

I moaned lightly as the pain shot through my body.  My arms and legs were stretched beyond their limits.  My joints strained from the pressure.  My chest and abdomen felt pulled apart.

"What can I do with those puny little balls of his?"  The Princess mused aloud.  "He cums so easily, I must punish him."  She looked around quizzically.  "I know!  I will stretch them too."  

She clipped a long chain to the ring on my ball stretcher.  She pulled the chain under the table and hooked it to the chain above my head.  Now every crank would pull my balls away from my body.
I could not stand any more pain.  I had been tormented and battered enough the last two days.

"Please, no more," I pleaded.  "I can't take any more."

The Princess hissed at me.  "You can take more.  You will take much more.  Now, shut your mouth you pig, or I will gag you."

Click!

I groaned loudly.  Every inch of my body felt the tension.  The painful sensation was devastating.  I moaned uncontrollably.  I once again thought I would pass out from pain.

"Your groaning and moaning make all of us very hot," the blonde warrior growled at me.  "Your pain is our pleasure."
 
Tears began to form in my eyes.  My eyes pleaded with her to inflict no more pain.  "Please," I moaned weakly.  "Please!"

"Your tears only turn me on more than your moans," she whispered, loudly enough to be heard throughout the room.  "Your crying and pleading will make us cum."

Click!

"Aaaagggghhhh!"  I moaned loudly.  Pain shot through my arms, legs, shoulders, and hips.  Horrible pain shot through my stretched balls.  The pain again shot fiercely through my stomach.  I could not double in pain.  I was stretched beyond endurance.
 
"You vicious bitch!"  I gasped as loudly as I could.  It was a faint murmur.

"You forget your manners again?"  She spat in my face.  "You will pay dearly for your arrogance."

I was sure I would pass out soon from the pain.  I knew I would pass out if she clicked the handle again.  She knew she could not stretch me any further.  She now had a few more ways to increase my pain.  She walked to the closet and returned with several items in her hand.  I could not tell what they were.  I could not move my head to look.  I shifted my eyes to see her.

She grinned at me, and spoke again; "You will find the pain more difficult to endure each moment.  But your cute little nipples need some attention also."

She took her fingers and pulled my left nipple upward.  She clamped a sharp clamp on the strained nipple.  The pain was tremendous.  I gasped.  I could not scream anymore.  I could not talk.  She released the clamp from her fingers with a quick twisting motion.  Worse pain briefly shot through me.

She laughed at me.  "You don't act so tough now.  You are a sissy."

She moved her fingers to my right nipple.  She pulled it upward and clamped it.  Even more pain shot through me.  I gasped again.  Then I slowly moaned.  I was almost numb from the intense pain racking every inch of my body.

She reached over and gently turned my head to the side.  I was looking at The Marquesa.  She was sprawled in her chair.  She was using her left hand to play with her own nipples.  Her right hand was inside the crotch of her cat suit.  She was panting loudly.  Her hips were thrusting to meet her hand and fingers.  She was so excited by my torture that she was masturbating.  She suddenly tensed all over.  She let out a shriek.  She began to moan and tremble.  For several seconds, she climaxed.  

It was an unbelievable site.  It made me feel proud that I helped her cum with my pain and suffering.  I cannot believe I feel this way.  I am in unbearable pain.  My balls are being pulled beyond my endurance.  My stomach is cramping with the pain from my genitals.  My tits were throbbing with sharp, agonizing pain.  I was in too much pain and too weak to be excited.  I was not erect.  Why should I feel proud for exciting her?

Princess Shandra bent over near me.  Her lips were near my ear.  "She has cum three times watching you squirm.  Lady Nicole has cum twice.  You are doing very well for a whiny little sissy."

She nibbled on my ear.  She licked my neck.  She returned to nibble my ear.  She whispered something in my ear.  I could not understand the words.  Without warning, she sunk her teeth deep into my ear lobe.

"Ouuuuwwwwww!"  I weekly groaned.  My strength was quickly being drained by the constant, all-encompassing pain of the rack.  I was half-sick from the cramping in my stomach.  I knew I was not going to pass out.  I wish I could.

The Amazon warrior looked into my eyes.  She smiled.  "You are doing very well.  Now, it is my turn to cum."

She pulled a chair near my head.  She sprawled in the chair, her legs spread wide.  She slowly, gently began to fondle her breasts through the sheer tunic.  Her nipples were already enlarged from the excitement of torturing me to tears.  She continued to play with her tits with her right hand.  She moved her left hand down to her buckskin bikini panties.  She untied the straps with one hand.  The pubic cover fell into the chair.

She looked at me.  "You would love my panties shoved in your mouth.  Wouldn't you?"  She flashed a wicked smile.  "You don't deserve my juicy panties, you sissy."

Her left hand continued to massage her mound.  She began to slide her middle finger gently along her swollen, juicy lips.  Her slit glistened with more juice.  She was getting very hot.  She eased her finger inside the crack.  Her hips were slowly, eagerly thrusting against her hand.  She was softly moaning from delight.  Her finger moved to her hard, swollen clit.  She bucked against her own hand.  Her moaning was getting a bit louder.  She was beginning to sweat.

She looked at me again, staring deeply into my tear-filled eyes.  "Cry sissy!  Make me cum with your tears."

I mumbled with what little strength I could muster, "Never, you ugly bitch."

She gave me a fake pout.  She did not seem to care that I called her ugly.  She knew she was gorgeous.  She knew she was a bitch.  She never stopped masturbating.  She smiled.

"You still have some spunk left in you," she said.  "I love that in a victim."

She moaned a louder.  She began to thrust harder against her hand and fingers.  She suddenly tensed her entire body.  She screamed loudly.  She began gasping for breath.  Her whole body twitched for almost two minutes.  Her orgasm was much more intense than The Marquesa's had been.

She sunk lower in the chair.  She was panting slightly.  She smiled at me.  She spread her pussy lips to show me her juices.  I could see what I could not have.  I was in too much pain to care.

"You would love to eat me, wouldn't you?" she taunted.  "You deserve some reward for your effort.  I just might sit on your face." 

"Why would I want your smelly cunt in my face?"  I asked defiantly.

She rose from the chair and approached me.  I was prepared for a vicious beating.  She climbed onto the table.  She straddled my head.  She slowly lowered her dripping pussy onto my face.  She began to rock forward and backward.

"Your smart mouth needs to be quieted," she said.  "Try to talk now, you pig."

She rocked forward and backward some more.  She began to rotate her hips in small circular motions.  I would not open my mouth.  My chin and nose might tease her, but my tongue would never please her.

The more she rocked and gyrated, the more excited she became.  She once again began gasping.  She was still in a near climatic state from hours of my torment and her previous masturbation.  She thrust deep into my face.  My tightly stretched body ached under the additional forces.  I moaned.  I tried to scream.  I could hardly breath.  Her dripping womanhood was smothering my face.  I tried to squirm free.  I tried to turn my head for air.  She felt my struggle.  My writhing and frantic gasping only heightened her ecstasy.  She again stiffened and let out a loud moan.  She exploded into another climax.  Sprays of her juices squirted into my face.  

Her orgasm continued for several seconds.  It seemed like hours to me.  I was being smothered.  I had her love juice all over my face and chin.  The weight of her body and the force of her thrusts strained my bones and joints even further.  My testicles were stretched slightly further.  Intense pain again shot into my belly.  Tears again began to stream down my face.  Stars quickly flashed before my eyes.  The room went dark.


Chapter 8 - Until We Meet Again


I have no idea how long I was passed out.  I slowly noticed the room growing lighter.  I moaned softly.  I tried to move.  My hands, feet, and balls were no longer chained to the ratchet.  I was too weak to move.  I was too weak and my mouth too dry to speak.  I could only groan.  I could see Lady Nicole standing above me.  I had no idea where the other three women were.

"Lie still for a few moments," she said gently.  "You will regain your senses soon."

She stroked my cheek.  "You have entertained us well today.  We are very pleased with your efforts."

She lifted my shoulders from the table.  She was very strong for her size.  She lifted me into a sitting position.  She used her hands to steady my wobbly torso.  Princess Shandra approached with a small glass of juice.  She handed the glass to The Lioness.

"Sip very slowly," the ebony-skinned captor instructed.  "Your body needs to absorb the fluids.  You can get up soon."

I had forgotten my attire.  I was still in cuffs, collar, and ball separator strap.  I sipped the glass of juice slowly.  I felt slightly better.  My dry, parched mouth and throat were soothed by the liquid.  My body ached terribly from the rack.  My balls were bruised and swollen from their torture.  I felt miserable.  I had no desire for sex.  I did not crave orgasm.  I was in unrelenting pain.

Lady Nicole softly whispered, "You will need help removing your straps."

She helped remove my cuffs and collar.  Gently, she reached to remove the strap that separated my swollen testicles.  The relief was instant.  The tingling was unbelievable.  She unfastened the three thin straps on the leather sheath.  I was free.  I also ached like Hell!

She slowly spun me toward the side of the bed.  My feet touched the floor.  I stood on very wobbly legs.  I started to the changing rooms with Lady Nicole holding onto my right arm for support.  She handed me a towel and a lightweight robe.  I wondered if she was going to shower with me.  I turned to look at her.  She had returned to the other room.  

I showered quickly.  The hot water felt great on my aching muscles.  Getting the sweat washed off was refreshing.  I felt like staying in the warm, massaging spray of water for hours.  I lathered slowly.  Eventually, I had washed my entire body.  I had washed my sweaty, tussled hair.  I left the shower and dried my aching skin.  I slipped on the robe and entered the office of Ms. O'Hara. 

The tall, elegant, redhead was lounging in a chair.  She still wore her leather cat suit.  The laces were still pulled loose at the top, exposing her cleavage.  She sipped a glass of juice.  She looked at me and smiled.  She nodded toward a second glass of juice on the nearby shelf.  I reached for the glass and began sipping politely.  I slowly eased into a chair next to The Countess.

"You have entertained my friend well.  I am sure she is quite pleased with you."  Her look quickly changed from pleased to concerned.  "But, I must remind you that you cannot tell anyone of our sessions.  As long as you cooperate with us, you will be fine.  If you cause trouble, we will file charges against you for sexual harassment.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Countess Cathryn," I replied.  "I understand completely.  I will cause no trouble."

"Good!"  She answered

"If my wife ever found out about this, it would kill her."  I spoke.  "I have never cheated on her ... I've never wanted to cheat."

"She will never know unless you do something stupid."  She sounded reassuring, yet threatening.  

She pondered her thoughts for a moment, then continued.  "I want you to know, I do not consider you a slave.  When we are in here, you are a pet, a toy.  But, I do not desire to enslave you as a mistress would enslave you.  You are an extremely good and professional manager.  I respect that trait very much.  You have been a precious victim for our client and us.  I greatly appreciate your cooperation."  She paused briefly, "Although, uncooperative victims can be very enjoyable also."

She smiled, "A good dominant is always concerned for the safety of their submissives.  The dominant must always be aware of physical injury, especially circulation and respiratory.  All of us have taken great care not to injure you.  Despite your pain, you have never been in danger of serious injury."

She smiled broadly at me as she concluded, "I suspect you will learn plenty in our planning meetings.  You will also learn a great deal by surfing the net on your computer."

I was trying to absorb all the information she had just given to me.  My senses were still dulled by the slowly disappearing pain that encompassed me.  I was startled back to my senses by the sound of footsteps.

"Cat, you have been a marvelous hostess!"  The Marquesa gleefully shouted as she entered the room.  "Drew I can see why everyone here loves you so much, I enjoyed you greatly."

I glanced at The Marquesa, then back at The Countess.  I shifted my eyes to Lady Nicole and Princess Shandra, both following The Marquesa into the room.  All four were smiling their satisfaction.

"I am grateful to be of service to The Countess and her friends," I replied.  "Your beauty and grace are very alluring.  As are your many treats."

The Marquesa walked to my side.  She planted a big kiss on my cheek.  She turned to Ms. O'Hara and spoke, "Cat, you must visit my home next Thursday.  All four of you are most welcome."

The tall redhead looked at me for approval.  I nodded.

"We would be honored to share your hospitality," she responded.  "We will be there at nine."

The short, raven-haired Marquesa cast a huge smile in our direction.  "I will be eagerly waiting.  My staff will be prepared to return your hospitality in its fullness."

Ms. O'Hara stood and gave her dear friend a long, firm hug.  I stood and extended my right hand to the visitor.  She stepped near to me, gave me a firm hug, and planted another kiss on my cheek.

"A handshake would be too formal for newly found friends," she whispered.  "I eagerly await your visit to my home.  My servants will add greatly to your talents."

I briefly wondered what her servants would do for me, or to me.  I whispered back to her, "I will do my best to please."

"I'm sure you will.  Farewell, until we meet again!"  The Marquesa whispered as she turned and left the room.  Glancing over her shoulder, she shouted, "You really are such a good boy!"  " 



- The end -