Chapter 10
Very, very slowly Jennifer crept up the stairs. She did not want to be surprised and overpowered now. She had a goal and she wanted to attain it.
She opened the door from the basement and peered out. She did not see anyone. That was very peculiar for it was the middle of the day and ordinarily the shop and school would be very busy. But there was dead silence.
This made her apprehensive and twice as cautious. She weighed the mallet in her hand as if to reassure herself of its potency. It still felt capable of crushing a skull.
Stealthily she crept out into the main room. She still saw no one. Then she heard the sound of jars and bottles being moved about in one of the little rooms off the large main room.
Carefully she put her ear to the door and held her breath. Inside she heard Morgan muttering to himself.
"Fucking cunt keeps passing out," he said. "This ought to keep her awake for days."
He laughed to himself. Then there was more clinking behind the closed door. The noise suddenly stopped and Jennifer jumped back from the door. She hid herself behind a couch near the door and waited.
Morgan came out holding two little vials in one hand and a syringe in the other. He paused and shut the door behind him. He moved toward the basement door. But before he reached it Jennifer was right behind him.
She swung the mallet and gave him a moderate blow right above the ear. He went down like a felled ox. She stood over him and grinned. How tough are you now, big stuff, she thought to herself. You can dish it out but I don't think you can take it.
She grabbed him by the armpits and dragged him back into the room he had just come out of. Over in the corner she saw a big hard-looking chair. She stripped off Morgan's boots, shirts and pants. He was wearing nothing underneath but a jock strap.
She gazed at his muscular physique and large scrotum. She could see the latter throbbing under the knit of the jock strap.
She pulled him over to the chair and dragged him up into it. He sagged to one side. She had to prop him up while she fumbled with the strap on each arm of the chair.
She got his arms in place and tightened the straps as tight as they would go. Then she tightened them some more for all the torture he had put her through.
She strapped his feet and made sure all was secure. Then she went out in the hall and picked up the syringe and vial he had dropped when she slugged him. She brought them back into the room and inserted the needle in the rubber top of the vial.
She watched, fascinated, as the liquid was sucked into the syringe. Then she withdrew the needle and stood in front of Morgan wondering where to stick it in.
She thought of his cock and his asshole. She considered his stomach or his neck. Finally she decided on the underside of his dick, right down at the base.
She pulled the jock strap away from his cock and balls. She reached down and pulled out his long schlong. It was warm and steamy in her hand. She gave it a few painful tugs and it began to expand and extend. As it quivered upward she grabbed it by the tip and bent it all the way back to his stomach.
She held on tight and pushed the needle in right where the sac met the dick. There was not a quiver from Morgan. She pushed the plunger down on the syringe and forced the liquid into his cock.
Then she quickly withdrew and waited for a reaction.
Soon Morgan began to move around. He shifted in the chair and suddenly opened his eyes. He was wide awake.
He looked up at Jennifer and down at his strapped arms and legs. He did not even bother to ask what was going on. He could tell from his position and the look on Jennifer's face what was going on.
"It looks like the tables are turned now," he said. "What do you intend to do with your new-found power?"
Jennifer said nothing. She brought the four-inch long heel of her shoe up to his balls and thrust it painfully in. He groaned and turned pale with the pain. The excruciating ache grew upward into his guts. His head spun painfully and his gorge rose.
"You want to know what I'm going to do?" Jennifer said. "Just watch."
She bent down and put her mouth on one of his defenseless nipples. She swirled her tongue around for a second to tease him. Then she nipped the tip savagely.
He bucked and tried to tear his offended tit away from her. But she opened her mouth and bit off a larger chunk. She sank her teeth down into the skin and muscle. He shook but could not shake her off.
She shook his breast back and forth like a cat killing a mouse. He could not bear the pain. He felt as if she would bite his whole nipple off.
He groaned and pleaded. Finally she backed off and spat in his face. Then she spat on his wounded tit. Her spit stung like iodine. She shook her head and laughed at him.
"You are a shit-eating cock-sucker," she said, "and I'm going to treat you like one."
From out of the back of the chair she pulled a straight razor. She opened it and held it up to the light. She went over to the side of the chair and stropped it vigorously. Then she reached down and pulled one of the hairs from Morgan's stomach to test the blade. It was very sharp.
"Now Mr. Morgan, you can begin by kissing my ass," she said.
She turned and opened the tight clips on the leather pants she was wearing. As she opened it more it became obvious she was wearing nothing underneath. She pulled the pants down further and backed up toward her captive.
She bent double in front of the chair and looked at him through her legs.
"Now ream me out," she commanded. To emphasize she flashed the blade between her thighs at Morgan's vulnerable scrotum.
He bent forward straining against the bonds. She leaned back and thrust her asshole into his face.
"Dig in boy," she said, "I want a clean job."
Morgan began reaming her out with his tongue. Into the smelly crack he pushed his nose. She strained her asshole outward to expose as much filth as possible.
While he ate away she toyed with the open razor on his thighs. Deeper and deeper she scratched. He tensed at the pain but continued to eat away.
"If you don't want me to cut deeper, keep eating," she said. "I'd love to slice your balls off. You wouldn't want to give me an excuse now, would you?"
She reached up through her legs with the razor and slashed at his chest. He groaned in pain and pulled away from her crack.
She pulled up her pants and turned around savagely.
"You've had it big stuff," she said. "Now you'll find out that I mean business. There is only one way to teach you a lesson."
With that she took an electrical extension cord from one of the hair dryers and looped it around Morgan's neck. She grabbed both ends firmly and yanked hard.
He felt the blood rush to his brain. He felt his air being choked off. He began to black out. But she squeezed remorselessly. He felt as if his head were being popped like a pimple.
She gave one last pull and looped it a few more times around his neck. Then she secured it down to the base of the chair.
His head and neck were strained back against the chair. His whole body was pinned by the terrible restraint around his neck.
Then Jennifer stood in front of the man who had thrown so much fear into her. A sadistic smile played on her lips. She tilted her head back and regarded him as if she were going to laugh.
But instead she removed another extension cord from the nearest hair dryer. She laid that on the floor by his feet. Then she stood up and grabbed the pouch of sex between his legs.
"This won't hurt a bit," she said. "I'll be very careful." In a flash the blade was slicing the jock strap right down the middle.
He could feel the blade skim along the upper surface of his semi-erect organ. He imagined the blade slicing deeper. He thought of the clotted blood spurting from the honeycomb within his cock. But she merely sliced an ever so shallow scratch down its length.
Then she attacked the remains of the jock strap and slashed it off his body. He was naked to her every whim. She weighed his balls in her hand and delicately played the blade over their surfaces.
"I could go deeper," she said, pressing just a little harder on the agonizingly exposed sacs.
She dropped them and stood up without another word. She picked up the extension cord and wrapped it three times about the base of his cock. It was tight enough to make his organ stand up even more.
Then she wrapped the cord around the hanging balls close to the base of his prick. Tighter and tighter she wrapped them until he felt as if his whole breath were being crushed out of him.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" she said. "It hurts just like having a comb up your asshole."
He rocked his head back and forth as he became dizzy. The room rocked and tilted at crazy angles. He saw shooting colors and lights.
Jennifer knotted the cord around his balls and tied the end around the bottom of the chair. The tension was so great that the least movement by Morgan stretched his seed sac in agony. But he could not help but move when Jennifer began her final round of tortures.
"When I say jump, I want you to jump," she said. At the word "jump" she jabbed his well-muscled abdomen with the sharp point of the razor.
"Do you get my point?" she said.
She jabbed him viciously below the bellybutton. He tried to draw his gut in but to no avail. She pressed in until he felt as if she were piercing down to his intestine. He jumped up trying to pull away from the blade and firecrackers exploded in his head.
For a spit second he must have passed out. When he came to she had removed the blade from his gut. His balls were aching from the yank he had given them. He longed to double over. But he could not move even an inch forward because of the cord around his neck.
He panted in short breaths. Even his breathing stretched his body upward and strained his agonized balls. He tried to be still. But she would not let him be still.
She knelt between his legs pointing the blade up his crack. She traced a design in the tense flesh below his balls. She jabbed him testily seeing how much he would jump with each poke.
He was in constant agony. Yet he could feel his cock stiffening. Every poke brought a jump and each jump brought an agony of pain and pleasure. The stimulation was more intense than any he had ever had. The tearing and pulling took his breath away. The tight choking bands sent his blood boiling. There was no ceiling to the height of his passion.
"I want you to hurt," Jennifer said. "I want you to hurt the way you hurt me. I want you to hurt until you crawl and beg for mrcy."
The point of the razor found the opening to his ass and pushed inside. He felt the razor as a cold steel chill up his guts. He shivered all the way up through his shoulders and back down to his thighs.
She twisted the flat blade inside his asshole. He felt the sharp edges scraping the tender flesh. He felt the warm blood and shit oozing out the abused opening.
He felt more excited than before. He panted in and out. He longed to be pierced and abused. He wanted her to curse and revile him.
He wanted the binds tighter and tighter. He never wanted them to be loosened.
Deeper and harder she dug in his fleshy hole. She could feel the drip of blood down the handle of the blade. His groans excited her. She thrust again and again.
"Come on, come on," he said. "Do it. Do it to me! I can't stand it. Please. More. More!"
She answered him with another thrust of the razor. She pressed her leather covered cunt upon his knee. He felt the hot lips even through the stiff leather. She bucked up and down as she dug deeper and deeper in the juicy hole.
With her free hand she clawed at his chest and stomach. Her long fingernails drew blood under his thick hah. The hah was pressed down into the gashes and made them more painful.
Higher and higher she probed in his dark asshole. He felt more opened than he had ever felt. His member began to grow turgid with excitement. He panted and rolled against the thrusts.
She probed and poked until she was almost touching his prostate. He quivered on the edge of an explosion.
"Does it hurt?" she said. "Tell me it hurts!"
He could not even speak. He was delirious with the passion of her clawing fingernails and thrusting blade. There was no escape. He did not want any. He surrendered himself to the abuse of this woman whom he had so recently abused.
All at once she struck it. The tip caressed the tender gland. He felt himself quiver. In a flash she withdrew the silver blade and replaced it with her long practiced finger.
In and higher she thrust it. Again he felt his gland touched. This time it was the tip of her fingernail which sent him orbiting into ecstasy.
With the blade she teased the four inches of cock not covered by the electrical cord. Firmly she pressed the blade down along its length and stroked the quivering shaft.
He was going out of his mind with the passionate frenzy. He bucked against the binds around his neck and ball. The pain this produced sent him into a frenzy which redoubled itself with the pain.
She dug deeper and deeper into the skin of his long cock. Simultaneously she thrust her fingernail deep into his gland and held it there.
He writhed as if impaled on a stake. She had him pinned by the heart of his desire. She held perfectly motionless while he spun around her coaxing pain like a moth around the light.
Suddenly he felt a rumbling deep in his crotch. She poked him harder and harder up the ass. Her blade sent ripples of pain over and over again up his loins.
He felt the pulsing come deep within him. From far away he heard himself scream in agony. The pain became pleasure, became pain. Jennifer tortured him to an agonized frenzy and he starting coming.
His agonizing orgasm spurted out of his beaten cock. "I'm coming now," he groaned.
"I don't give a shit," she blasted, tightening the cord around his balls. The pain was ripping agony. His face contorted as he let out one last inaudible groan: the last of his come spurting from his beaten penis. He now hung unconscious. Jennifer smiled.
Regina rushed into the room. "I just finished, Ross. Now what the hell are we going to do about these jerks?" she said.
"Leave them."
"But," blurted Regina, "we can't just leave . . . . "
"Forget it. We all get what we deserve. He got just what he gave. That's the only fairness in life."
There was no argument.