Chapter 6
"Ohhhhhhhh, you are making the pain in my cock so bad!"
"Yesssssss, isn't the pain so wonderful?" Mistress Felicia asked.
"Please, do not turn the crank any further," he said.
"And why shouldn't I? This is America, and I can do whatever the fuck I please," the beautiful woman said.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, the agony is getting me so hot, but-" Christopher said. "But what?"
"I fear that you are going to maim me with the vise!" he said. "Perhaps I will."
"Please do not turn the crank any further," Christopher begged.
"You sound so pathetic when you whimper," Mistress Felicia said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I can feel something ripping inside my cock."
"I'm sure that the damage is nothing serious," she said.
"OWWWWWWWW! OWWWWWWWW!" the young man hollered loudly.
Christopher's facial features were contorting severely.
"You are quite a hunk of man, you know that?" she said.
"OWWWWWWWW! OWWWWWWWW!" the handsome man screamed berserkly.
"I love muscles," she said. Mistress Felicia dragged long red fingernails across Christopher's hairless chest lightly.
Then she scratched savagely at his chest so that he bled. Christopher did not even blink. He was thinking only of the pain in his cock.
"OHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHH!" Christopher said.
"Do you know what I think, sex slave?" Mistress Felicia said. "What?"
"I think I am going to turn that crank," Mistress Felicia said. "No."
"I think a am going to turn the crank another half time around."
"Ohhhhhhhh-"
"You are going to love the pain!" Mistress Felicia said.
It was difficult to do, but Mistress Felicia twisted the vise crank another one-hundred and eighty degrees.
"OWWWWWWWW! OWWWWWWWW! OWWWWWWWW!" Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia laughed with delight and then loosened the vise. She could tell that Christopher was about to lose consciousness and she did not think that he would be any fun at all if he were unconscious.
"You are hot?"
"Yes, Mistress Felicia."
"Your cock is hard."
"It can get no harder."
"Then fuck me."
"All right."
"Get up on this table. I need my cunt fucked," Mistress Felicia said. "I can tell."
"My cunt is all wet and swollen and ready," Mistress Felicia said.
"I can smell the scent of your womanhood, Mistress Felicia."
"Do you enjoy the odor of my poontang, sex slave?" Mistress Felicia said.
"I think it is the best aroma I have ever smelled!" Christopher said.
"That is a VERY good answer, sex slave," Mistress Felicia said.
"Thank you, Mistress Felicia," Christopher said submissively.
Got on his back on the torture table. He was not bound. Mistress Felicia watched as his huge cock and his hairless balls fell into place. Mistress Felicia could see that Christopher's cock had flopped onto his belly. Mistress Felicia could see that the tip of Christopher's cock was pointing at his handsome face.
Mistress Felicia could see that Christopher's cock was flopping up and down on the-muscular flat plane of his belly.
The dominatrix bitch could see that the tip of the young man's cock was bouncing up and down against a spot that was several inches above the handsome man's bellybutton.
Christopher could feel his balls and his pubic bone tingling. The air felt cooler there than on the rest of his body because those regions were used to being warmed with body hair, body hair that was gone for some time due to Mistress Felicia's hot wax treatment.
Mistress Felicia found that she could not look at Christopher's cock bouncing up and down on his stomach without thinking of just how much that dick looked as if it were doing some sort of modern dance.
Mistress Felicia, naked except for her leather habit, climbed onto the torture table and straddled Christopher's hips.
She palmed her own tits. She squeezed them, fondled them.
"I can feel the inside of my cunt burning," Mistress Felicia said.
"I want to give you pleasure, Mistress Felicia," Christopher said.
"I know you do, sex slave, I know you do," Mistress Felicia said.
"I want to make you come, Mistress Felicia," Christopher said.
"Yes, and I think you will, to tell the truth," the beautiful woman said.
"I want to feel my cock deep inside your belly,"
Christopher said.
"You will not have to wait long to experience that sensation," Mistress Felicia said.
Mistress Felicia used her right hand to lift Christopher's cock from his belly. The dominatrix bitch held the dick against the insides of her pressed together and curled fingers. Ummmmmmmm, the beautiful woman loved the way that the young man's cock felt as it throbbed against her right hand. Yes, the gorgeous female just loved the way that the handsome man's dick felt against her paw, so she couldn't help but caress him. She moved the head of his cock to her cunt.
To her hole.
Between the lips.
At the mouth.
The wanton mouth.
Mistress Felicia began to push downward with her loins.
"I can feel your cock head opening up my cunt," she said.
"The entire head of my prick has disappeared inside you."
"I can feel my pussy slash becoming a gaping mouth now."
Christopher held Mistress Felicia by the sides of her hips.
"I want to take you inside me slowly," Mistress Felicia said.
"Right," Christopher said, concurring wholeheartedly.
"I love the way your cock feels as it throbs against my cunt."
"Your cunt feels great throbbing against my prick too."
She took the entire length of his cock inside her pussy.
"I want to ride you, I want to ride you as you have never been ridden before, I want to ride your cock as it has never been ridden before!" Mistress Felicia said.
"Ohhhhhhhh."
"You are going to make me come, Christopher, you are going to make me come, Christopher, you are going to make me come, Christopher, Christopher, Christopher, Christopher, Christopher, Christopher, yesss, YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME COME SO MOTHERFUCKING hard, arrrrhhhhhhhggggghhhh!" Mistress Felicia said.
"Ahhhhhhhh, that was very good, Christopher," Mistress Felicia said.
"I came hard as I spilled my spunk within your twat," he said.
"Do you know how many times I came, Christopher?" Mistress Felicia said.
"How many times, Mistress Felicia?" Christopher said.
"About a million zillion times," Mistress Felicia said.
Mistress Felicia was sounding like a school girl all of a sudden.
"That is a lot of times to come," Christopher said.
"Yes, I thought I was going to pass out from too much pleasure."
"I didn't think there was any such thing as too much pleasure."
"That is why I want to be fair with you, sex slave," Mistress Felicia said.
She pulled his softening dick out of her cunt and got off the table. The tone of her voice changed.
Mistress Felicia was mean again.
"What are we going to do now, Mistress Felicia?" Christopher said.
"Well, I have been fucked, so now it is your turn," she said.
"I am to be fucked?"
"That's right."
"But I am a man slave."
"So?"
"I have no cunt."
"You have an ass."
"Fuck my ass?"
"With a torture device!"
"Oh my."
"But first you must be prepared for your reaming," she said. "How?"
"You are going to have to be purged and lubricated," she said.
"I understand the lubrication part, you want to make me slippery for my buggery-" Christopher said.
"Yes, NICE and SLIPPERY!" Mistress Felicia said.
"I understand that, Mistress Felicia, but-" Christopher said.
"But what?" the gorgeous female queried with a raised eyebrow. "What is purging."
"You are to receive an enema."
"I see."
Christopher was .taken into a corner of the torture chamber where there was a sink mounted against the wall. He stood so that his ass hovered over the front lip of the white porcelain sink. The sink had nice shiny chrome handled and faucets and looked oddly out of place in the torture chamber.
Christopher thought that Mistress Felicia's torture chamber, her underground room of pain, looked like something out of a black and white horror movie made out in Hollywood, California, sometime in the early nineteen-forties, probably by Universal.
Christopher was told to stand with his feet far apart on the floor of the torture chamber. His feet were black on the bottoms from walking around on the packed dirt floor of the dungeon.
Christopher was told to jackknife at the waist and to place his hands on straightened knees. The enema bag was filled with steamy hot water and mounted to the top of a pole on heels. Mistress Felicia opened his ass cheeks with her left hand and ran the blunt tip of the plastic enema syringe up and down the entire length of the crack of the young man's ass with her free paw. Mistress Felicia could not help but notice that Christopher whimpered with anticipation each and every time the tip of the plastic nozzle made direct contact with the hypersensitive and supererogenous mucous membranes, the puckered tissues, at the mouth of the handsome man's rectum. The dominatrix bitch then stopped moving the nozzle up and down when the tip was poised right on his bung. She rammed the nozzle deep inside. The tip of the plastic enema syringe, with the multiple perforations at its flared tip, pushed right up past the young man's sphincter muscle and into the handsome man's colon.
Christopher gripped at the base of the nozzle as tightly as he could with his asshole, locking the thick tip inside. Mistress Felicia gave the rubber hose a couple of experimental tugs to make sure that the nozzle was locked inside correctly. Mistress Felicia discovered that everything was the way it was supposed to be. The dominatrix bitch released the metallic clamp from the rubber hose and allowed the steamy water to flow through the nozzle into Christopher's colon. Christopher's entire body jerked. He felt like the inside of his ass was being scalded by the water. He had an urge to shit the water out, but he didn't. Mistress Felicia had commanded he hold all of the water and that was what Christopher was going to do, or he was going to die trying. His bowels filled so that he was ready to burst. His belly bloated outward and he felt horrible cramps. But he took all of the water. The good-looking man would never figure out how he did it, of course he wouldn't have much of an opportunity to ponder the matter. The man felt Mistress Felicia pull the plug on his ass. He farted out the stinky water and filled the sink. Mistress Felicia cleaned him up. She then opened his ass cheeks and slapped K-Y Jelly onto his bung. Mistress Felicia used her middle finger to push the jelly up inside his ass as deeply as she could get it. She then put a ring around his cock and tied to this ring was a slender rope.
She drew the rope back between Christopher's legs and through a pulley so that when the rope was pulled Christopher had two choices: he could squat or he could lose his dick head. Mistress Felicia then positioned a dildo on the floor pointing upward, so that Christopher would be forced to sit upon that rod. Mistress Felicia pulled the rope. Christopher squatted. The good-looking man found that his choices resulted in no choice at all. His ass lowered further and further. Christopher could feel the head of the dildo pushing in between the cheeks of his ass. The dildo had been positioned and angled perfectly, Christopher found. The dominatrix bitch certainly knew what she was doing. She pulled the rope. His asshole was forced open by the dildo. He could feel the super-thick ersatz pecker push right up past his tight tubular sphincter muscle into the deepest sections of his colon, into his bowels' core. Mistress Felicia made Christopher fuck himself in the ass with that dildo faster and faster harder and harder and she did not allow him to stop until the young man felt something in his ass happening that he would not have thought possible.
An orgasm. Of sorts.
A deep anal come.
Christopher was coming inside his ass. His asshole convulsed. His bowels contracted. His sphincter spasmed.
Mistress Felicia decided that night as she left Christopher bound against the wall in her torture chamber, that she was growing bored with the young man. That was always the way with Mistress Felicia. The dominatrix bitch never did have much of an attention span.
Mistress Felicia thought about it and thought about-and the more she thought about it the more she felt that she had to get back to abusing pussies. After all, abusing pussies was Mistress Felicia's FAVORITE thing to do.
Mistress Felicia wrote a memo to her staff that she wanted, from that moment on, a steady flow of girls in her torture chamber.
Young girls.
Innocent.
Sweet.
Cheerleaders if possible. NO more housewives!
The next morning she released Christopher from his bondage on the wall and bound him immediately on his back on the torture table spread-eagled.
It was then that the beautiful woman went to get her large-toothed saw.