Nice to see you back at it, your chapters are always worth the wait!
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Nice to see you back at it, your chapters are always worth the wait!
Then she punched me.
Her slaps had been hard and sharp, making me nauseous and wanting to rear up against her implacable weight. Now she threw her weight behind the punch, her hard fist driving into my balls, catching one of them directly against the pubic bone.
She moved back. I was curled up, retching, still bound but no longer held down by her weight.
“Remember you agreed I could do anything I want to you? Even if you weren’t enjoying it? As long as I was still enjoying hurting you?” Her voice seemed to come from far away. “You remember saying that, don’t you?”
“Yes, but…” I gasped, sobbing.
“Yes! But… I’m still enjoying myself!” She leaned forwards and grabbed my balls in one hand, and moved her other to pleasure herself again.
“Oh God! Please Sandra! Please let me go now…” I began to cry again. She loosened her grip, but still held my balls tight.
“No. I’m not going to let you go now. In a bit, OK. But not just yet. I could wank you off again in a minute if you like!” Her hand released its hold and began to work on my penis. Despite everything, she managed to summon an erection from me pretty rapidly. She casually played with me, exciting me but not letting me get too excited.
“Do you want me to give you another orgasm, then? Or shall I just untie you and let you go?” she said as she concentrated on the head of my penis.
She gently moved my foreskin back and forth over my oozing glans.
“Please…please will you untie me now, Sandra?”
“What? Now? Shall I untie you now?” she said as she increased her rhythm a fraction. I gasped. Then she slowed down again, grinning as I moaned in frustration. “Right now?”
“Well…” I attempted a smile. She laughed and quickened her strokes until I was beginning the irresistable rise to orgasm. Then she stopped and leaned back, folding her arms under her full breasts. I groaned with frustrated desire. Her sexuality was enslaving me.
“Shall I untie you then? Is that what you want?”
I was bewildered. I truly didn’t know what I wanted. For her to release me, and for some normality to begin to return? Or for her to complete that orgasm she’d summoned and was in full control of? But remain at her mercy should she decide to hurt me? And I knew that she probably would. I gazed at her – so powerful and frightening in her sadistic moments, but so aroused by those instincts. We both were.
“Right! I’ll untie you if you can’t decide yourself!”
“No…please…” I gulped as she began to reach towards my bound ankles.
“What?” she asked, sitting back and casually brushing a hand along my throbbing cock.
“Could you please…wank me off?” I begged “But I really couldn’t take you hurting me any more! Could you…please stop hurting me now?”
She took my cock in hand again and began to conjure the orgasm despite my fear.
“Tell you what? I’ll wank you off if I can promise that I’ll only hurt you for another…oh…ten minutes. I Promise. I’ll only torture you for another ten minutes and then that’ll be it.”
Her fingers continued to toy with me, teasing me with the certain knowledge of the pleasure they could give me. But then the crushing pain she was guaranteeing would follow.
I'd appreciate any comments. Is this still working for you? Or am I just talking to myself here? :)
You know how I feel I think, you should absolutely continue!
Grinning, she expertly kept me on the verge of orgasm until I could take it no more.
“Oh god Sandra!” I begged.
“What?” she laughed.
“Oh please…let me come!”
Her fingers continued to gently squeeze and rub. I groaned and tried to move against her hand, but she carefully moved with me, controlling the excruciating friction and keeping me from that final surge to release.
“OK! Then ten long minutes of torture? Will it be worth it? Just for coming?”
“Oh god…please let me come!”
She smiled, then wrapped her whole hot hand around my penis and slowly pumped me. She wasn’t in a rush to make me come this time, but took her time in gradually building my orgasm little by little. The point of no return had been reached and I cried out as she slowly brought me off. As I came she leaned forward to me.
“You know what? I’m looking forward to standing on your balls! In my heels. You’ll like that, won’t you? My whole weight crushing your balls!” She moved her hand faster.
I cried out as the waves of orgasm battered me into delirium.
“Oh yes! You will!”
Grinning savagely she moved her other hand to my balls, squeezing out every last drop of cum as her other hand continued to milk every last shudder from my body.
She eventually stopped. I was delirious from the crushing ball-pain and the massive orgasm she’d summoned up. Sandra leaned back for a tissue and began to wipe her hands. Then she wiped the cum off my torso and genitals.
She lifted herself up, her leg muscles flexing as they bore her shifting weight.
She stood above me, imperious, and placed a stiletto heel on my stomach. Though she was putting hardly any weight on me, the heel was digging in sharply and painfully. God! She was heavy!
“Well! That looked like you enjoyed it!” She twisted her heel a little until I gasped out. “But were you scared about what it’d feel like if I stood on your balls?” She leaned on me a little more. I cried out as the pain both sharpened and deepened.
“Oh god Sandra! Please! Please don’t!”
She moved a hand between her legs and smiled, fingering herself.
“Oh no! You’re not getting out of it! I’m going to enjoy torturing you for ten minutes now!” She leaned on me more heavily, digging and twisting her heel viciously.
She continued to pleasure herself and leaned even more of her weight onto that vicious twisting stiletto. I cried out as her heel tore my flesh, pinning me down. Still her hand rubbed hard between her strong thighs and she brought herself to a climax. With a final jab of her heel she pushed herself off then stood astride me, one hand still fingering the wet cleft of her cunt.
The wound felt raw. The torn circle of flesh where her heel had done its work was bleeding. The muscles beneath felt bruised and maybe damaged. I suddenly looked up at her in confused terror and began to tremble uncontrollably.
“What’s the matter with you? You’ve only got about…hmmm…nine more minutes! Then I promised I’d stop. That’s right, isn’t it?” She grinned down at me - a grin of satisfaction and dark anticipation.
“God no really Sandra! I mean it! I’m not playing now - I really mean it! Please don’t…please don’t…!”
“For God’s sake! You really are a selfish wimp, aren’t you? But that’s what I like about you. It’s why I’m enjoying hurting you”
“But I’m not selfish…!” I desperately began. Sandra interrupted me with a look of amused contempt.
“Oh no? No? I’ve just wanked you off like you’ve never been wanked off before. Or like you’ve ever wanked yourself off. True?”
“Oh God yes Sandra! It was so fucking…totally fucking amazing! But…”
“But? What?”
“But you keep hurting my balls and I’m really frightened of… of…”
“Of me?”
I gulped. Had we started to slip out of the roles we’d taken on? Were we talking friend-to-friend again? Would she stop now? My hope was desperate.
“Yes! It’s been amazing and…more amazing than I ever fantasised about!”
“But you’ve really had enough now?”
“Oh God! Yes! Thank you! Wow! I mean…thanks, Sandra, for, you know… ” I gibbered in sudden hope. She towered over me still, and I was still trembling and fearful. But just maybe my balls would be spared the terrifying torture she’s been prepared to inflict for her own pleasure.
"Please, Sandra? I've really had...phew!..more than enough!"
I may be being repetitive, but you are doing a great job with this story, and I appreciate your efforts. You always manage to keep me coming back in anticipation of the next chapter...
Thanks for your kind words, Woodpecker! More to cum later in the week... :)
Suddenly she seemed to notice the blood.
“Oh shit! I’ve gone too far! I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you, not…you know…really hurt you!” She dropped to her knees on the creaking floorboards and looked horrified at the damage she’d done. “God! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do that. This has gone too far, hasn’t it? I’m really sorry!”
I gasped in relief, even though my body was still wracked with pain. She’d almost cracked my ribs between those strong thighs kneeling by me. She’d used her floor-creaking weight on me. She’d beaten, battered and crushed my balls with her strong hands and powerful legs. Now her heel had opened a stingingly sharp bleeding wound and had left my already weakened stomach feeling even more bruised and battered. But my body also tingled with the orgasms she’d teased me with until she’d extracted her price.
“God, Sandra…yes!” I groaned. “It’s been…you’ve been…amazing! Thanks! I mean…but…you’ve really hurt me as well! I mean…I know I actually wanted you to hurt me and stuff…”
“Oh yeah! I could see that you liked it!“ she smiled. “Your cock was rock-hard most of the time and it was so much fun to tease!”
“No…I mean…but...”
She began rubbing my soft penis.
“No! Please don’t, Sandra! Please!” I gasped.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to hurt you a bit more? It’s getting nice and hard again. Isn’t it?”
“Shit, Sandra! Please stop…you’ve gone too far! Come on! Let me go now!”
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Yes, it's still working for me.
No, you aren't just talking to yourself here. Your story is being indexed by several search engine bots.
Over and out.
:) Thanks for the encouragement!
Interesting link, is this foreshadowing of where you are headed with the story?