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Her arm flexed back a little, then the trainer came slamming down on my balls. The immediate sensation was the stinging pain and the sharp ache as the blow crushed my tenderised skin against pubic bone.

Then the agony from my balls rammed through the pain.

The shock took my breath away. I gagged for air, tears pouring from clenched eyes.

“Go on, Eve! Smash his balls until he passes out!”

Eve laughed. “OK…and then we can torture him some more when he comes round! I really hope number five turns up…”

“Oh, I’m sure it will!” They laughed.

Eve reared up and smashed the trainer down, again and again, slowly beating me into a state of overwhelming agony and fear.

I passed out, as intended.

Sensation came back first. An aching agony that made me double-up, cupping my balls, moaning.

Then I realised what I was doing. I was able to move! I was untied and alone. A bubble of hope began to grow in me. It sounded like Eve and Jill were downstairs. I cautiously massaged my wrists and ankles. My left foot and leg were throbbing in pain. My battered balls made any movement even more painful and nauseating.

Nevertheless, I managed to get myself to the edge of the bed and sit up. My vision still swam. I tried to stand up. My left leg gave away and I crashed to the floor.

I tried to raise myself as I heard the heavy tread of their boots thumping up the stairs.

They burst excitedly into the room, slamming the door behind them. With the help of a hand on the bed, I managed to push myself to my feet. My left leg could hardly take any weight.

As I struggled to stand, they stood looking at me - hands on hips, much taller than me in their high heels. Jill approached me menacingly. I cringed in fear, still suffering from their previous punishments.

“While you were…out…” (they both laughed) “…I rolled the dice for my turn, and guess what?”

“I’m sorry…I don’t know, I mean…”

Then it hit me.

“I think you do!” They laughed.

I gulped. I knew it must be a five, and that Eve was particularly looking forward to whatever that meant. Their eager expressions frightened me.

Then suddenly Jill moved in on me, grabbing my neck in a headlock, ******* my head down and throwing me off-balance as she pulled me around. I tried to keep on my feet, but the constant stabbing pain from my left foot every time it was ****** to bear weight made me throw my arms round Jill for support. She took my weight, tottering slightly on her high heels but keeping me from falling down as she carried on wrenching my neck in her strong arms. Then she stopped pulling me around and just held me, head trapped under one arm, her other holding the wrist and ******* the pressure.

“It was a five! And do you know what that is, sweetie?”

“No…” I managed through my clenched jaw.

“It’ s real treat! You get the chance to wrestle with me and Eve for ten minutes. No holds barred. You can do whatever you like to us for ten minutes! Get your own back!”

They laughed and Jill tightened her hold on my neck, stretching me upright. My hands were grappling with her arms as she pulled me back on tip-toe.

Then Eve was standing in front of me and I was looking up into her smiling eyes. She reached down, grabbed hold of my battered balls, put her other heavy hand on my shoulder and pulled me off the ground. My squeals were choked off as my neck and balls took my weight. Eve lifted me higher, just using one hand, the thick muscles in her arms flexing.

“Come on, baby! We’d enjoy it more if you fought back a bit!” Incredibly, her grip on my balls tightened. My arms and legs flailed out weakly, but any movement just wrenched my neck and balls.

Then they carried their victim to the side of the bed. They swung me to and fro a couple of times then threw me down on the mattress. I curled up in pain and fear, trying to protect myself.

I really didn’t want to wrestle with them. I couldn’t. Eve was really looking forward to this. It was going to be bad.

If I’d been in my normal fit state, I’m sure I’d have been a reasonable opponent for Jill. She’d still probably have beaten me, though, and I would have enjoyed that. She was probably stronger than me. With Eve I’d have just had no chance. So much stronger, heavier and bigger than me. And liking to hurt her opponent. I don’t think I’d end up enjoying that

Facing both of them together, even for a playful wrestle within the rules, would have been asking for trouble.

And I certainly wasn’t in my normal fit state.

There were no rules.

And Jill and Eve weren’t being playful.

I really didn’t want to wrestle with them. I lay curled and sobbing on the bed.

Oh gosh! This is the best part, and no updating? Let's try some barefoot stuff too, maybe some smothering, or tease and denial or something? That'd be fun too ;)

They both climbed onto the bed and began slapping and punching me until I unfolded myself, trying ward off blows with my arms. They roughly grabbed my limbs and pulled me out straight on the bed, Jill holding my legs down and Eve holding my arms across my chest. Eve smiled down at me.

“Right! Time for a few proper wrestling holds I think! And we’ll start with…some head scissors!”

Holding my wrists in the iron grip of one hand, she pulled my shoulders off the bed and shuffled herself around behind me. She let go of my wrists and locked both her hands under my chin, pulling my head back tight against her crotch.

My hands flew to hers, trying to prise them apart. She leaned back and lifted her heavy legs around my neck. She let their weight fall onto my chest as she loosely locked her booted ankles. Jill had to move back from Eve’s sharp heels, but still held my legs down.

Eve leaned back and squeezed her thighs together. Her rock-hard muscles tore at my neck, crushing my jaw agonisingly. I tried to prise her thighs apart, then began clawing and scratching in desperation.

Angrily, she leaned up, grabbed my arms, then dropped back, pulling them with her. Her legs tightened massively around me again and her hot crotch was ****** against the back of my neck as she hauled my arms back, tearing at my shoulders.

I felt Jill’s hand on my penis, fondling it as Eve poured on the pressure. My cock hardened. This amused them. They began alternating the pleasure and pain, keeping me on the edges of coming and painful oblivion, working in wicked harmony.

Then Eve decided to have an orgasm. I passed out as her thighs clenched with her pleasure, crushing my head and neck, my arms and shoulders stretched to breaking.

Wow keep going, LoL... I'm so entranced, and it's been over 24 hours since an update... Dying to see what happens here :D

I was only out for a few moments and came to with Eve’s heavy legs resting on my shoulders. Though she wasn’t squeezing, my neck was still held firmly. She’d let go of my arms. Her crotch was tight against the back of my wrenched neck, hot and wet. My sholders ached.

“Do you want to try some wrestling moves now, Jill?” Eve asked from behind me.

Jill released my legs and smiled at me, but then looked unsure.

“Well, yeah! But…I don’t really know much about proper wresting holds and stuff”

“Shall I show you a few? Then you can try them out yourself” Eve sounded eager to teach.

“Yes, OK! How come you’re such an expert on wrestling then?”

“Well…I used to do a bit a few years back. Even did some mixed fights that were videoed”

“Wow! You didn’t tell me that before! Why did you stop?”

“I…er…enjoyed it too much! Nearly killed the last bloke I wrestled. Put him in hospital”

Jill’s eyes gleamed in excitement and admiration as she stared at Eve’s massive muscular body.

“Wow again! What did you do to him?”

“Just…broke a couple of his ribs”

“Wow!”

“And dislocated a hip”

Jill looked astonished. And delighted.

“And broke his arm. Nearly broke his neck. And there was a lot of bruising, inside as well as out, apparently. And some internal bleeding or something. And I'd ruptured one of his balls”

“Wow! My god! Why did you hurt him so much? Did he piss you off or something?”

There was a pause. I could feel her cunt throbbing against my neck.

“No, he didn’t piss me off...he seemed like quite a nice guy, actually. No, I hurt him because I was enjoying it”

Her legs began to tighten, to harden.

“Like I’m enjoying this!”

Her story both excited and terrified me. I was glad I wasn’t alone with her.

Jill wouldn’t let it go too far. Surely.

But to be suffering at the hands of a woman who’d done that! It made me feel even more powerless, submissive, as the pain increased and I yelled out.

She laughed, then relaxed her thighs. She opened her legs, put her hands behind my shoulders and pushed me up into a sitting position. She moved forward so that she was sitting up behind me. She slipped her arms under my armpits and reached her hands back, clasping them behind my neck, breasts pushing against my shoulders. Even without any pressure, my arms were pulled back and my chin was pressed down against my chest.

“This is how you do a Full Nelson. Then you pull down and back like this”

She applied just enough force to demonstrate the move properly. It hurt. I could see how it could hurt a lot more. Then she took the pressure off but still kept the hold.

“And you can always do a Bodyscissors as well, from this position”

She raised her legs, wrapped them around my waist and briefly applied the holds simultaneously to demonstrate their effect. I couldn’t breathe.

She let me go and clambered off the bed. Jill eagerly took her place, easily overcoming my resistance, and soon had me in position. She was strong and I was weakened anyway. Once again, a feeling of total vulnerability overcame me.

She took a deep breath, breasts pushing against my back, and began applying the holds with some force. I tried to cry out but my throat was being crushed down, my shoulders were being stretched back and Jill’s lean legs were biting into my torso, squeezing the air out of me.

She relaxed momentarily, took another breath, and piled on the pressure again.

Eve took my left ankle in one hand, slipping an arm behind my knee and pulling it up. Then she pressed my ankle down.

My knee felt like it was being torn apart.

Jill’s legs squeezed together harder, crushing my sides. Her strong arms ****** my chin against my chest, choking me. Eve worked on my knee. Tears of pain ran down my cheeks.

Eventually, they released me.

“How much longer have we got, Jill?”

She consulted the clock.

“We’ve gone over ten minutes, Eve. Maybe it’s time for another throw of the dice? It’s your turn now!”

Eve picked up the dice and rolled it…

She grinned.

“Look! It’s a five again!”

She grabbed a wrist and an ankle and pulled me to the floor. The fall winded me. It hurt my back.

She let go of my wrist and moved between my legs. She crouched down and pulled them up, trapping my ankles beneath her shoulders, her arms linked under my thighs. She stood up and flipped me over so that my face was to the carpet, and lowered herself onto my back, her arms pulling on my legs.

She settled her weight more firmly on me. I cried out as my ribcage was crushed into the floor as she hauled back on my legs. My knees felt like they’d pop.

“Hey Jill! You’ve got a perfect shot there!”

“Hmmmm?”

“Why don’t you kick his balls, Jill!”

I tried to cry out, but I had no breath.

Eve pulled back further.

Jill kicked and stomped my balls and cock as Eve held me exposed. Her hard boots crashed into me again and again.

Eve let go of my legs and climbed off me. I tried to turn onto my side, but my spine felt like it was cracked. My balls were throbbing sickeningly and my groin area felt battered and bruised. I just lay there, waiting for the agony to subside.

I opened my eyes and groaned. My two torturers were standing over me, towering up in their boots. They were grinning with sadistic delight.

“I bet your back’s a bit sore now isn’t it, baby? And your balls!”

They laughed.

“And I bet your legs hurt, as well, don’t they baby?” Eve purred.

My hands flinched to my left leg, Eve’s quick eyes noticed a weakness to exploit. I immediately regretted being so obvious.

I was still lying face down on the carpet. Eve quickly placed her booted foot on the back of my left knee. She trod down and I cried in pain. The bones and sinews of my joint were crushed under her weight. I felt my kneecap being ****** to one side. Then she lifted her foot, stood back a little, then dropped her knee down into the same spot, making sure she landed with all her weight. I screamed into the carpet.

Then she leaned over, grinding my knee against the floor, and grabbed my left ankle. She pulled it up, tearing my knee-joint against the bulk of her own heavy knee, and leaned back.

My screams grew more desperate. I felt as though my knee was about to tear apart. Something popped with a blinding spear of pain. Eve laughed and relaxed the pressure, still holding my ankle. I lay sobbing and groaning, the carpet under me wet with my tears.

“Jill, while I’ve got him here, why don’t you stand on his balls?”

There was a pause.

I tried to bring my legs together, but my movements were weak. Jill’s boot easily ****** my legs apart as she stepped between them. She began probing my slippery ball-sack, but couldn’t get a proper purchase. My scrotum was tight with fear. Nevertheless, her forceful prodding intensified the ache in my balls.

“Why don’t you tie them up with the belt?” suggested Eve in a tone both practical and diabolical. She pulled back on my leg while Jill got the belt.

Jill ****** herself between my legs and tied the belt around my balls. Then she stood up and tried to catch them beneath her boot. Despite the pain in my spine I tried to lift my balls off the carpet, but Eve leaned down on the small of my back, pressing my pelvis to the floor.

Jill’s foot finally found my balls and she began putting her weight on them, pinning me down. I began screaming into the carpet again.

Eve took her hand off my back and grabbed my ankle in both hands. She began twisting and pulling at my leg, ******* it back against her heavy, solid knee. The cartilage, or whatever she’d popped before, ripped with pain. The combined agonies of my leg and balls tore my breath away.

They laughed at my distress and carried on torturing me, making the pain surge and ebb, keeping me from passing out to avoid it.

“Whose go is it next, Jill?”

“I think it’s mine, actually!”

“Are you ready for your turn now?” She relaxed her grip in my ankle.

“I suppose so…but I’m enjoying this!” She stepped hard onto my balls and held her weight there.

They laughed.

It felt as though a giant hand was clutching at my guts. My balls were bursting in torment. My back screamed in pain. Eve was still kneeling heavily on my torn knee.

Then Jill stepped off. A moment later, Eve raised herself from my leg. I lay paralysed with pain, as the crashing waves gradually began to subside.

They waited patiently.

Eventually I was able to move, groaning as I managed to turn myself on my side. I paused to regain my breath against the stabs and currents of pain. Then I eased myself over onto my back, trying to settle with the least discomfort, and tried a couple of deep and painful breaths. I opened my tear-filled eyes.

They were watching me with sensually sadistic interest. They were enjoying my pain. And they were going to give me more.

“You ready for some more?” Jill picked up the dice and rolled it before I could speak.

“And it’s…it’s another Five! You poor thing! It says…both wrestle with you - no holds barred - for ten minutes, or wank you off. Shall we wank you off now, sweetie? Or do you want to wrestle us a bit more?”

I struggled to reply.

Eve responded.

“Let’s wank him off. Get that bit over with. His balls’ll hurt more afterwards. They’re more sensitive when they’ve come”

Jill looked at her friend with fascination. “How do you know that?”

“Well…you know…you pick these things up, don’t you? It might have been that Mandy from the gym. You know she works as a dominatrix? Gets paid for having fun! I mentioned what I’d been up to – mentioning no names – and she said we could use her dungeon next weekend. She’s got all sorts of torture devices in there. It'll be great!”

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I second that sentiment. First class stuff.