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Hey crushee! Thanks for continuing the repost. I might not remember the details but I can recognise my style. And looks like you've added the bit above. Not me at all. I take it as a compliment that you're inspired by my original story, and I understand the temptation. Thanks for editing out all the feedback and chat from the original thread - it does make for a more concentrated experience. But maybe leave my story alone?Originally Posted by crushee
Well, I have had, once, two versions of the story on my computer. The original one, juste copied from the significant posts (i.e.: without the comments!) and the other (slightly) enhanced (or spoilt!) in a few places, with some fantasies of my own.
Your comment is correct, the one I am posting is the second one.
But I have not kept all the approval posts of your original thread! Sorry...
We arrive at the "knee breaking" (or just tearing) episode...
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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, and then she 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 the other 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, and 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 whole 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 will hurt more afterwards. They’re much more sensitive just after 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!”
“Mandy?”
“Yeah, Mandy!”
“Mandy’s not a…dominatrix?!!”
Eve nodded, smiling.
“No! But she’s so…sweet! She wouldn’t hurt a fly!”
Eve laughed. “No, she probably wouldn’t! But she definitely likes hurting men. And she said it hurts them much more after they’ve…you know…come”
“And sweet Mandy said we can use her place next weekend? Use her…torture stuff?”
“Yeah!” Eve replied, excited. “Sweet Mandy! She said she’d show us how to use the stuff”
“She’ll show us? She wants to be there as well?”
“Oh yeah! But only if you want her to be. She’ll let us use it anyway. I think she might want me to…join her in her dungeon sometimes. She’s always looking at me, you know? Maybe she wants to see if I’d like that torture-chamber stuff”
They laughed.
“OK…” Jill looked down at me. “I’ll think about it. While I’m wanking him off. Let’s tie him to the bed again. I’ll wank him really slowly and make him writhe and squirm for it, make you bend and twist and thrash about while I tease you, sweetie! I wonder how your poor back’ll take it…”
They manhandled me up from the floor and pushed me onto the bed. Every movement hurt me. They weren’t being gentle. They tied me down again. Despite the pain and the fear of the pain to come, one thought anchored me - Jill was going to make me come! It wasn’t a tease this time; they wanted me to come just so they could hurt my balls even more.
“Are you ready, sweetie?” Jill asked, taking my still hard cock in her hand.
“Well it certainly feels like you are!”
They laughed.
She began pumping my cock, firmly and steadily. Knowing for sure that the orgasm beginning to build was at last going to be satisfied, I relaxed and began moaning with pleasure. She slowed down a little, but this seemed to increase the sensation and the orgasm welled up, unstoppable. She took her hand away and sat back, grinning.
My body convulsed as I teetered on the brink, but the sudden stabbing and searing pains in my back and my leg hauled me back.
They laughed again, delighting in their cruelty.
“Was that nice sweetie? Did I make you feel like coming?”
“God…yes! But please…are you going to let me…let me…come?” I pleaded.
“You really want me to make you come now?”
“Please Jill! Please make me come. You turn me on so much!”
“OK, you smooth-talking bastard!” she laughed at me. I smiled back. A flicker of our normal relationship flashed in her eyes, but then the look of sadistic enjoyment returned.
She gently held my penis again. It throbbed in her fingers.
“So are you up for a session at Mandy’s next weekend, then?” she toyed with my stretching penis.
I gulped. “I…er…yes...ok”
“Good! I’ve not quite made my own mind up about it yet. Maybe I don’t want to share my little pain-slut around too much…”
Her remark brought a small but welcome sense of relief that Jill still had some idea of boundaries.
“Right then, Eve…shall we try our little experiment? See if Mandy’s right?”
“OK! What do you want me to do?”
“Why don’t you get his balls in a good hard squeeze and I’ll make him come? If you keep squeezing after he’s come, we can see if it hurts more afterwards, can’t we?”
Any sense of relief vanished.
Eve grinned, sat on the bed, and cupped my balls in one strong hand.
“How hard should I squeeze them, Jill?”
Jill’s hand wrapped around my cock and began pumping it again.
“As hard as you like!” She smiled down at me.
Eve’s hand closed like a vice on my balls.
I screamed as Eve increased the pressure.
Jill continued to work on my cock. Then she took her hand away and lowered her head. She took my aching cock into her hot mouth.
Despite Eve’s sickening grip, Jill soon made me come. My orgasm was tremendous, but Eve’s hold on my balls disrupted any feelings of pleasure. In fact, my balls hurt more with every spurt. Jill carried on sucking me, swallowing, as my ejaculations slowly decreased and my agonised body thrashed in its bonds. As the orgasm spent itself, after seven powerful spurts, the pain in my emptied balls became truly unbearable.
Jill took her hot mouth off my penis, licking her lips, and studied my reaction with sadistic amusement.
“Looks like Mandy was right, Eve! Are you squeezing him harder now?”
Eve grinned at her.
“No…I’m not squeezing any harder. But it does look like it is hurting him more, much more, doesn’t it?
I began begging for her to stop. The unrelenting ball-pain was sending nauseous waves of agony crashing through my body. She kept the pressure on for a while and then relaxed her grip, satisfied. Then she had a thought...
(to be continued...)
Well done for admitting your modifications! I know it's only here and there and I can spot them cos they don't resonate with me in the same way as with you. Most readers probably won't notice.
But, of course, I think the original is best!
You are certainly right !
But, of course, I think the original is best!
Sorry for messing between the two versions...
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“Hey Jill! This is your last go, you know. Why don’t you just throw the dice and have an extra turn? You deserve a chance to hurt him a bit more before I get my last turn”
I felt emptied, spent, broken. I pleaded for mercy.
Jill took the dice Eve offered her and grinned wickedly at me.
“Did you enjoy coming, sweetie? Want us to do it again?”
“I…no…please…” I stammered, struggling through my sobs.
Jill rolled the dice for her last turn, still grinning.
“It’s a six again! Let’s do it differently, this time!”
Distracted by the deep, dull ache of my balls, I tried to remember what the six was, but it was all a blur of pain
Jill climbed onto the bed, kneeling with her left leg between my legs. She leaned her hands down on my shoulders. Then she raised her knee from between my legs. I remembered the six as her knee came crashing down into my balls. She sat back heavily on my tortured knee as she waited for me to recover.
The agony in my balls was more extreme than before. It winded me. I struggled to breathe. When I finally managed to, it was in broken sobs. I was crying. Not just tearful. Crying in pain and fear. I couldn’t take any more.
But they hadn’t finished with me yet.
I didn’t know how long Jill would take with her turn, how many more knees or kicks she’d give me. And I had no idea what I’d face when it was Eve’s last turn.
“Please, Jill,…I…I really can’t take any more!” I sobbed.
“Oh, but you can, sweetie! Can’t he Eve?”
“Oh, yes! He’s going to have to take some more. You’ve still got the rest of your turn. And then it’s my turn! And I’m still in the mood to hurt him”
“See, sweetie? You’re still going to take some more whether you like it or not. We wouldn’t be your fantasy sadists if we didn’t push you, would we?”
They laughed. I didn’t get the joke. That amused them even more.
Jill lifted her weight off my painful knee and leaned on my shoulders again. My balls were still throbbing painfully from her last attack. But she kneed them again, with a fierce grunt of pleasure.
The initial blow of her knee on my pubic bone caused me to yelp with pain. Then the impact on my balls registered and again I was breathless in overwhelming agony.
Jill sat back on my damaged knee, waiting for me to recover. I began to get my breath back and started groaning. She began grinding herself on my knee, and I started crying out in pain and despair. There was going to be no mercy.
My one consoling thought was that we were in the endgame. It might even be Eve’s turn now. I was dreading it, but it would be the final stage of the game. I’d just have to endure Eve’s sensuous sadism, remorseless strength and crushing weight one more time. I looked at Eve in fear. Jill noticed.
“Are you alright there, Eve?”
“What? Oh! Yes!” She was smiling. “I’m enjoying the show! Carry on…I’m not in a rush for my turn. We’ve got plenty of time!”
“Why don’t you hurt him as well, while I knee him in the balls again?”
Eve grinned and walked to the right of the bed.
“OK! I think I will! I’m just going to hurt your other knee now, baby. That’s the least a…what did you call us, Jill?”
“What?”
“Just now…before you kneed him? Oh yeah…fantasy sadists. Crippling your other leg is just what you’d expect from your fantasy sadist, isn’t it, baby? Did you used to jack-off imagining being with two women like us?”
She waited for a reply.
I sobbed. “I didn’t used to…fantasize…about…about…” tears ran down my cheeks “…about…oh, please stop hurting me now!” I begged.
They laughed.
Eve continued. “What were you going to say? Didn’t used to fantasise about what?”
I gulped, blinking back the tears. “About…about being hurt so much!”
“Tough! I like fantasizing about hurting men. Always have. And actually doing it is better than I’d imagined!”
They laughed again.
“So you’re not enjoying this?”
I sobbed. “No…you’re hurting me too much”
“Didn’t you like any of it? What about when Jill sucked you off? You looked like you were enjoying that!”
“That was…that was…amazing, Jill! Thank you! But…but you were squeezing my balls so hard, Eve…I couldn’t…didn’t…you know, enjoy it…properly”
This brought another burst of laughter from them.
“You poor old thing, baby! We’re being really cruel to you aren’t we? And aren’t we enjoying it, Jill?”
“Oh yes!” she said, grinding herself down on my knee again.
“So I’m going to hurt your other knee while Jill knees you in the balls a few more times. OK Jill?”
“Ready when you are!”
Eve settled heavily onto the bed alongside me. Her breasts were against my head, her hand on my chest. She roughly ****** one thickly muscled leg underneath my bound right leg, her leather boot scraping my skin painfully, and closed her other leg over it. She adjusted her grip so that her knees were pressing into the soft tissue just above my own kneecap, and so that her big thighs didn’t trap too much of my own leg.
Then she smiled at me, snuggled up closer and crushed her knees together. The pain was excruciating.
“Go on! Knee him in the balls again now, Jill!”
Jill leaned on my shoulders again and drew her knee up.
She slammed it down into my balls.
Before the ball-pain could register, she kneed me hard again, as Eve continued grinding my puny knee between hers. Jill sat back on my left knee and continued to pleasure herself on it. I tried to draw a breath to let out the terrible cry of pain that was bursting to tear out from my paralysed lungs.
A particularly agonising squeeze by Eve’s thighs broke the paralysis.
I screamed and sobbed until the ball-pain subsided, though they were still working on my knees, hurting me. Their playful brutality was still frightening. I was groaning in pain and fear.
Eve stopped tearing at my knee with her massive legs, and Jill stopped grinding herself against the other. Eve lifted her leg away and pulled the other from below me, her hard boot again catching my skin painfully.
She levered herself off the bed and stood up. She shook her legs one at a time, her muscles rippling.
“Shall I take my turn now, Jill?” she said, with a look of hungry anticipation and determination. She licked her lips.
Jill shifted on my knee, rubbing herself on me slowly but heavily. I groaned with the pain.
“I’ll just give him a couple more, then he’s all yours. That OK?” She looked up at Eve.
“Oh yeah! But leave some for me! Don’t wreck his balls completely, will you?”
They laughed.
Jill raised herself from my leg and leaned onto my shoulders.
Then Eve stepped to the bed. She put her knee down hard on my own, driving her weight down on it. I cried out as my knee was crushed.
Then Jill rammed her knee into my balls again. And again. And again.
The agony exploded once more in fierce and sickening waves. They overwhelmed me. I could hear Eve’s laughter. I passed out.
“He’s coming round!”
“Like I said, I didn’t mean to knock him out! Sorry!”
My balls were aching terribly. My knees were both hurting. I opened my eyes. They were both looking down at me in concern. Then Eve smiled.
“It’s my last turn now. Are you ready for The Eve Of Destruction? Or do you want a bit of a rest?”
Jill laughed. “The Eve Of Destruction?”
I tried to speak, but barely managed to croak. I needed to beg them to stop.
Eve smiled at her with a hint of embarrassment.
“Yeah, well…that was what they used to call me at the wrestling club”
“After the…hospital thing?”
“No! They threw me out after that. They used to call me that just because I always won. And it was always submissions. And I wasn’t always very quick at letting go of a submission hold”
“I bet you weren’t, you nasty bitch!” laughed Jill.
Eve laughed with her. I knew there was no point in begging for mercy. I’d known that anyway, really. But I just wanted the torture to stop. I couldn’t take it mentally or physically. I began sobbing again.
“Oh look! He’s crying!” said Eve. “Do you want a bit more time to recover before I start hurting you again?”
I nodded my head. I realised I was assenting to her hurting me again. It didn’t matter. She was going to anyway. But some recovery time could only help make the next few minutes a little more bearable. And this was going to be the final part of the session. All I had to do was get through it.
“Tell you what…I know we’ve been a bit nasty and selfish, haven’t we? Would you like a little treat before I start being nasty and selfish again, baby?”
She rubbed her hands on her tits lasciviously. I didn’t know what she meant, but despite the pain I nodded uncertainly. My cock twitched visibly despite the recent huge ejaculation and all the pain I had suffered.
“If I gave you one wish I could grant, what would it be?”
My mouth was dry. I tried to moisten it.
“To…to let me go?” I managed weakly.
Jill’s slap to my balls came from nowhere. I cried out.
“Don’t be silly,” Jill said firmly. My balls were throbbing in pain again.
Eve laughed.
“Yeah! Be realistic! One wish…what would you like me to do before I start hurting you again?”
I gulped. An obvious answer came to mind, but I didn’t want to get another slap in the balls.
Eve stopped rubbing her tits.
“OK. No wishes? You just want to get this over with? Fine…”
“No…please! I…could you…please will you…wank me off…without hurting me at the same time?” I blurted. I flinched, expecting another slap.
“Of course I will, baby! You only had to ask!”
They giggled.
Eve sat on the side of the bed and took my penis in hand. It was already partly aroused, and with a couple of smooth strokes she had it fully hard. Then she began building my orgasm with a gentle rhythm. Without any pressure on my balls, I was able to relax into the delicious waves licking the edges off the pain. The pain was still there, but the pleasure was becoming overwhelming. I gasped as I began to come.
Then Eve clenched the end of my penis between her fingers. I cried out in frustration and pain. My ejaculation was cruelly thwarted again. The orgasmic feelings died down
“Sorry, baby!” she laughed. “Force of habit! I’ll do it this time…we want to see if your balls are even more sensitive after I make you come again! In fact, I might just milk you dry before I start hurting you again!”
She carried on stroking my penis until she was holding me on the brink of orgasm. Then, with one more move, she made me come.
My body dissolved into the orgasm. I groaned with pleasure and relief, launching high in the air five powerful streams, the two first shots reaching my face, the next spurts my chest.
“There! Is that better now, baby?”
I was tied up and at her mercy, and she was going to hurt my defenceless and damaged body even more. But at that moment, glowing in sexual release, I grinned back at her.
“Wow! That was…”
“…worth it all?”
“…amazing!”
She cupped my balls, then squeezed.
I yelled in agony. My balls felt even more sensitised, more delicate. Eve held them hard. I felt sick. I retched.
Eve held on for a while, then squeezed harder for a couple of seconds and then relaxed her grip.
“OK. My throw. Last turn!” She smiled down at me. “Bet you’ll be glad when I’ve finished with you, won’t you?”
I couldn’t speak. Her last squeeze had hurt me so much.
They laughed.
Jill gave Eve the dice.
She rolled it.
“Ahah! It’s a four! Ballscissors as long as you like, or wank him off, it says on the list. Well, as it’s my last go…I’ll do both! Are your balls feeling nice and tender now, baby…now that I’ve made you come? I’m just going to tenderise them a bit more before I scissor them”
Before I could reply she reached for my cock and in a matter of seconds had it fully hard again, even though I was terrified at the prospect of having those powerful legs clenching down on my balls, especially the state they were in now. Her last squeeze had left them throbbing in pain. Nevertheless, and despite my two recent heavy ejaculations, Eve quickly built up another powerful orgasm and made me come once more, four thick loads, milking me to the last shudder, the first shot going up to my neck and the three others to my chest. My whole body ached.
She smiled down at me.
“Was that nice, baby?”
I grinned back at her.
“Wow! Yeah! It was…”
She interrupted me.
“Has it made your balls more tender?”
“I…errr…?”
She grabbed them and squeezed.
The pain was the most sickening feeling so far. I gasped and began crying.
They laughed.
She released her grip.
“Jill, could you pass me that belt, please?”
It had slipped off at some point in the previous activities, and had found its way to the bottom of the bed. I hadn’t noticed. She began to tie it around my balls, keeping them together, in preparation for the ball scissors. She took her time getting the tightness right, testing the tension by roughly squeezing my balls in her hand, adjusting the belt, and then testing again. Her attention to detail worried me further.
Finally she was satisfied with her preparations. She stood up and ran her big hands over her thick muscular thighs.
I groaned in fear, and my sobs turned to pleading. I turned to Jill but she had her hand between her legs and was watching, entranced.
“You know it’s no use, baby! I’m going to crush your balls with these wonderful legs…”
She flexed them for me.
They were wonderful legs, with the four sections of the quadriceps marvellously outlined. They were terrifying. Their sight made my cock harden again, despite the recent three massive ejaculations and the accumulated pain.
She climbed onto the bed and sat astride my chest, her back to me. I could barely breathe under her weight. Then she leaned her arms back on the bed and brought her legs forward. She shuffled a little until her knees were level with my balls. My chest was being painfully compressed. Then she took her weight on one arm as she leaned over to position my balls between her knees, and clamped them in place. I tried to cry out but barely had the breath.
She leaned back on both arms and settled herself. Beneath her, I felt totally dominated and terrified by her size and strength. Then she took in a deep breath. I felt her thighs and buttocks flex as she started to crush my balls between her unrelenting knees. Despite being crushed by her weight, I started crying out in pain.
Eve relaxed her legs a little, and then poured the power on again. She began to repeat this again and again.
She stopped and shifted her weight just to one arm again. I was in a dazed agony. I couldn’t tell what she was doing with her other hand, but she began rocking slightly on top of me. Then, in this new position, she reapplied the pressure to the ball-scissors. It wasn’t as bad as when she’d been leaning back, but it was still very bad. Her rocking motion added an extra detail to the pain.
Eve leaned back again with a frustrated sigh and was instantly able to increase the power she could apply. And she did. She took more of her weight on her arms as she used more pressure on my balls. I was able to cry out more loudly, and she responded to my moans and cries in sadistic sympathy with the rhythm of her torture.
“Eve?” Jill inquired a little tentatively.
“Hmmm?” She squeezed hard, then relaxed.
“Would you like me to carry on…doing what you were just doing to yourself?” she said seductively.
“Hmmmmmm!” Another hard squeeze. Then she relaxed.
Jill moved closer and reached down to Eve's vagina.
Eve shuddered with pleasure and her knees lost their purchase on my balls.
They laughed.
“It’s OK!” said Jill. She took her hand off Eve’s genitals and grasped my balls. She held them so that Eve could catch them between her knees again.
“Mind my fingers!”
They laughed again as Eve closed her knees.
She raised herself on her arms, ready to continue crushing and grinding my balls. Jill moved her hand back to Eve and began pleasuring her. I could hear the wetness of her vagina as Jill rubbed her hand against it.
Eve responded with increasing moans and increasing pressure on my balls as her powerful orgasm grew. The pain was deeply sickening as my balls were crushed mercilessly. The agony overwhelmed me, wave after crashing wave, as Eve’s muscular legs powered down on my balls and her groans of pleasure grew louder and louder. I passed out in terror and agony.
When I came to I was lying curled on my side, paralysed in pain. Any attempt to move both hurt and nauseated me. I groaned.
“Aha! You’re back with us!” came Jill’s voice. I opened my tear-wet eyes as she knelt down by the bed so that our eyes were level. She reached over and tousled my hair.
“Will you…be OK, sweetie?…” She sounded sincere, even worried. She added that I had never been so excited before: I remained fully hard for several hours, despite the pain they were inflicting me. I had, during the last hour, three powerful ejaculations, with seven, five and four heavy loads. Several spurts flew up to my face. And even after the third orgasm, I was again hard in a matter of seconds. She added the seven spurts of the first ejaculation were bigger in volume than anyone she had swallowed before, she nearly choked while I was exploding in her mouth.
I was relieved by her concern. And I was relieved that this was over at last. I really wanted no more. And couldn’t imagine ever wanting anything like it again. They were just too…too scary, too playfully cruel, too brutal.
“Eve’s just rung our friend Mandy the dominatrix about next weekend and she’s still up for it. We’re booked! She’s going to show us how to use her stuff. Said she’s really looking forward to it!”
My mind reeled as my vivid imagination thought of these two sadistic partners let loose on my body with instruments of torture. Tears flowed down my cheeks. They asked me if I wanted them to check if my balls were OK. I shouted: ”Nooooo!”, but at the same time, I was –again- harder than ever…
They laughed.
THE END
I don't think my original story went on beyond this point. Had just started seeing a professional Domme. We haven't done playing with dice. It was great as a device to write a few stories, but haven't needed it in practice.
Any media studies students here might be interested in David Gauntlet's "Making Is Connecting" about how these days we can post stuff online and others can add, amend, adapt. Be collaborative. Maybe works for wikis but do you think it works for stories?
Great story!
Is there a follow on to this from where they talk about next weekend?
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