THE ULTIMATE CONTROL

by Dan

Kate pulled her keys out of her purse, relieved to be home after a long day at the office. As she unlocked the front door she smiled, thinking of how many times she had lapsed into random sexual fantasies during many of the more boring meetings she had been in that day. It was certainly more enjoyable than listening to other vice-presidents who lectured on and on just to hear themselves speak. Now that she was home, nothing would satisfy her more than living out some of those fantasies by dominating her boyfriend for the evening. After having been an unwilling submissive to the business world all day she was in the mood to deal out some pleasure and pain, and licked her lips with anticipation as she stepped inside.

Dan saw her as she stepped inside and came in from the next room to greet her. He couldn't help but notice her professional but sexy business outfit: a sheer blouse that accentuated her breasts, a short skirt, high heels, and black stockings that drew his attention to her beautiful legs. They kissed. Kate started to ask him how his day had been but looked over his shoulder to see the kitchen overflowing with the dishes he had promised to wash. Her knee rammed his balls before he could even think to react. Dan was taken completely by surprise and doubled over slightly from the sudden pain.

"Yeah!" she yelled playfully, "That felt great!" "Great?" he gasped in surprise, his balls aching. He was too stunned to do anything for a few seconds. She moved fast, pulling his T-shirt off over his head and locking his wrists behind his back with a pair of concealed handcuffs. He was still too stunned and surprised to resist. She stepped over to the toy bag she had left behind the sofa for just this occasion and grabbed something that he couldn't see. As he began to recover from the blow to his balls he strained against the handcuffs. But it was no use. She had locked them on securely.

"Hey! Just what do you think you're doing?" he protested. She walked back over to him and gave him a playful shove. Before he could protest again, she slipped her hand down the front of his jeans. She touched his penis (which was beginning to get hard) and he relaxed a little. Her fingers teased downward, and he felt her fingers curl firmly around his balls. She was holding him in a very aggressive way, but it felt good. Holding him like this excited her, and she felt a slight tingling between her legs as she tightened her grip. Suddenly his balls were in pain, but with his hands cuffed behind my back he could do nothing to resist her.

"Mmmmm..." she purred, squeezing harder. "Do you know how good your balls feel to me right now?" It was slightly odd, she thought, to be looking up into the eyes of a man much larger and stronger than she, but to have such control over him just by having a good grip on his balls. She loved his balls. They were big and beautiful and yet so vulnerable to her. She smiled, seeing the look of apprehension on his face. He tried to hold out at first, but she increased the pressure of her grip until he sank to his knees in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She came down to the floor with him and with both of them on their knees, she unzipped his jeans.

"I've got something for you" she said, showing him her favorite ball-torture toy in her other hand. It was a rounded metal ring, shaped like a doughnut that could be split into halves. These C-shaped halves could be fastened together by recessed Allen-head screws. The two halves were designed to be placed individually around the scrotum, one on either side, just above the testicles. They could then be locked together with the screws, forming a solid ring. The inside diameter of the ring was too small for Dan's balls to pass through, but large enough for him to wear comfortably, even for long periods. The ring even had two attachments for eyebolts that she often liked to attach chains to.

She held his balls tightly to make sure that he didn't pull away, and locked the doughnut-shaped ring around them. She savored every moment of capturing him, and the feeling of control turned her on. She tightened the screws (which were recessed so that they could be removed only with the special screwdriver and not by Dan's fingers) and he felt the snug pressure of the ring just above his balls. It was not uncomfortable, but it was plenty tight enough to hold his balls firmly in place - just how she liked them. She then locked a chain onto the ball-ring like a leash, and just for emphasis gave it a hard pull. Oof! He really felt it.

"I think that this," she whispered in his ear, kissing him, "will work quite nicely. Your balls look so good in bondage..." She paused for a moment to look him over, and began to feel intensely aroused. He knew he was in for a beating, but awaited it with as much excitement as fear. She pushed him back onto the couch, so he was sitting on the edge and leaning back. With the chain to his balls in one hand, she pulled off his jeans with the other. His hands were cuffed behind him and his balls were locked securely in the steel ring. He was powerless to resist her. She locked the leather cuffs on his outstretched ankles.

As he reclined on the couch he suddenly realized that he was completely naked except for his bonds. She still had all of her clothes on. He was stunned by how fast she had been able to strip and tie him up. He had a mind to break loose, and pulled a bit on his bonds only to realize that he could not get free. Only now did he realize the full extent of her control over him. He felt extremely vulnerable, and knew that he was her captive. Seeing him struggle, she disciplined him by yanking so hard on the ball-chain that he was left gasping for breath.

By the balls, he was pulled forward off the sofa and onto his knees. Naked, bound in leather and chains, and his balls aching with pain, Dan was beginning to feel genuine fear. Kate had never been so rough before. She stood above him in victory, smiling and holding the chain to his testicles like a leash. She did it with love, of course, but she wanted to control him in a very sexual way - to take female control of his proud male organs, to beat his balls and control him by the pain. She brought him up to his feet. She bent down and, teasingly, began to alternate between taking his hard penis into her mouth and pulling the chain to his balls. He was becoming extremely aroused from the wonderful feel of her warm, wet mouth, but she would never let it go on for more than a few moments before punctuating the sensation with a hard yank on the testicle-chain. She loved to alternate between giving pleasure and pain - to control his every sensation.

"Come now," she commanded, and led him to the bedroom by the leash. She then locked his wrists over his head, connecting them to something above the door. She then paused to admire her male slave, touching him all over and purring to herself.

"Nice buns" she said, walking behind him, caressing them. Chained up as he was, he had no choice but to stand there and take it. Again it aroused her to look at her big masculine lover, utterly under her feminine control despite the power of his muscular male body. Walking in front again she continued to touch as she pleased.

"Nice balls" she said with a wink, pulling on the chain and enjoying his reaction. "And nice lips" she says, kissing him gently on the mouth. "I think they'd look great with a gag." As he tried to protest she popped a ball-gag in his mouth and secured the strap quite firmly behind his head.

"Do you have any idea what listening to speeches by boring vice- presidents all day makes me want to come home and do to you?" she asked. He couldn't speak with the gag in his mouth, but he felt her answer - her little fists pummeling his balls.

"I have wanted to do this all day!" she shouted with glee. The repeated hits on his balls increased the pain steadily but at the same time it excited him. The donut ring held his balls snugly in place so they were especially vulnerable, and each of her blows was a direct hit.

"I'm tired of men walking around thinking they're so tough!" she laughed, her fist pressing firmly into Dan's testicles. She continued to pummel him and his balls were now on fire with pain. She was really enjoying herself. She loved the way his balls felt in the moments of contact. They were large and firm and yet so vulnerable to her.

"Your body is my property" she stated as her tightened little fist struck his testicles again. Wham. He groaned into his gag as the jolt of pain shot through his lower body. "And I can do whatever I like with you." Wham. His agony increased. "If I want you to feel pleasure then you will feel pleasure. But right now I want your balls to ache with pain, because that is a your proper place and I like it that way!" Wham.

Involuntarily, he doubled over from the pain but only as far as his chained-up arms would allow. As he looked down he could see each time as her fists pressed hard into his bound testicles. She continued to strike them, rhythmically, powerfully. Her small feminine fists were more than a match for his manly balls.

"I hope you're learning a valuable lesson in female superiority here," she said with a smile, and struck him again, especially hard. His loud moans were stifled by the tight gag she had placed in his mouth, and his knees felt wobbly. His balls ached so powerfully that he wanted nothing more than to collapse to his knees, but because of his hands chained above him he was forced to stand and accept her blows. Then she stopped, and gently kissed his cheek.

"Are your balls hurting yet?" she asked, knowing the answer. He nodded yes as he tried to mumble an answer through the gag.

"I notice" she said, "that your penis is still hard. Do you like it when I play rough with you?" He tried not to react, but she could tell how aroused he was. He couldn't hide his erection, especially chained up naked and on display as he was.

"I don't think you know just how much I like to hit your balls" she said coyly, "and when I see that it excites you I only want to do it more!" His eyes grew wide in a mixture of fear and excitement. She stroked his penis gently, feeling it up and down along its length, enjoying its smoothness. She had complete control over him and she knew it. It was pleasing to Kate to touch her man like this: wherever, however, and whenever she liked. He, as her sexual plaything, had no choice in the matter. She lustily grabbed him by the balls and squeezed them hard, bringing her face very close to his. He grunted from the rejuvenated pain but was muffled by the gag. She smiled broadly, enjoying holding him, and showing no sign of wanting to let go.

"I love to hold your balls nice and tight" she whispered in his ear. She meant it. She paused and caressed him again; basking in the control she had over him.

"Do you like being my slave?" she asked, giving him little kisses on his face. He felt a slight tug on his balls as she pulled the chain a little tighter. He enthusiastically nodded yes in answer to her question and tried to make affirmative sounds from behind his gag. He knew that he'd truly regret giving her the wrong answer! It was a truthful answer though. Despite the pain, he was loving it.

"Ah, that's what I like to see," she replies. "But don't think that I'm through with you yet!" She had a devilish gleam in her eye. "Now I am really going to dominate you," she said as she unchained his wrists from above (leaving the handcuffs on). The look in his eyes pleaded.

"How?" she said, stating his nonverbal question. "Like this!" she shouted in excitement, and jerked her knee up into his balls - hard. In that moment she looked ravishing with her skirt hiked up high on her beautiful thigh - and for a brief second the soft brush of her sheer stocking against his skin felt exquisite. It was an intensely erotic snapshot - her female knee and thigh completely overpowering his large but vulnerable male sexuality. His balls exploded in agony. Smiling, she immediately commanded him to kneel, but she didn't have to and she knew it. The pain in his balls was easily enough to double him up and force him to his knees. She felt a warm sensation between her legs as she watched him sink to a submissive kneeling position before her.

"Ahhh..." she sighed, "nothing is more satisfying than beating your man's balls just to show him who's boss." He knelt at her feet, in too much pain and too securely gagged to argue with her sexist kidding. Even though his balls were hurting intensely, he felt incredibly aroused by her. She knew that she was turning him on, but her enthusiasm made it clear that she was beating his balls for her own pleasure. Her knee in his balls was a form of bondage in itself - his balls were in such pain that even without the cuffs and chains he couldn't get up off his knees. And that's exactly how she liked it.

"This is just how I wanted to have you, my lover," she said. "Naked, tied up, on your knees, and totally controlled by the pain in your balls... that I gave you!" She strutted back and forth in front of him in her high heels, gloating over how fun it was for her to knee his balls while wearing her heels. He was considerably taller than she, and her high heels made it easier to lift her knee up high enough to strike him properly. Having the ring on him made it easier still, because it held his balls in place and made them thrust out below it where they were deliciously accessible to her.

"I know your balls are in a lot of pain right now," she said looking down at him, more than a little proud of herself and enjoying her control. "And I'd be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy abusing them, but I just couldn't resist. Your balls looked so big and beautiful that I couldn't resist getting them with my knee. But don't worry, my pet, I'm going to make you feel a lot better in a little while." She had such a wicked grin on her face that he knew he would like whatever came next, even though he was still bowed from her knee. She took a short chain and linked his handcuffs to his ankle chains, tightly restraining him in a kneeling position. She stepped closer, standing directly in front of him. He loved the way she looked in heels and a short skirt. Her legs were beautiful - although dangerous!

"You will caress my legs now," she commanded. Still gagged, he nodded yes, but couldn't reach her in his bondage. Instead of unchaining him, she simply stepped even closer.

"There", she said, standing so close that her thighs softly brushed against his chest and stomach. He stroked her legs with his bound hands and she sighed. It was extremely pleasurable for her to feel his hands on her body, especially when he was handcuffed like this. Her soft flesh through her delicate stockings felt wonderful to touch. Touching her was so exciting that it almost took his mind off of how sore his balls were. He started at her feet, just above the rim of her shoes, and moving up her calf, massaging, up to her lower thigh. As he tried to reach higher, he could not - the chain to his handcuffs pulled taut. She smiled, enjoying his bondage, and teased him by pressing her thighs against his body. She was so close that his head was nearly buried in her chest. She sighed as he caressed her, enjoying both his touch and her power to command him. She reached down and unbuckled the gag, removing it from his mouth.

"You will kiss my breasts now" she stated. Her tug on his harnessed balls let him know that he had no choice in the matter. She removed her blouse and bra, and he took her hard nipples into his mouth. She was highly aroused already. Standing over this big, beautiful, totally bound and submissive man, holding a chain-leash to his balls and commanding him to stimulate her was almost too much. Just looking at him turned her on, and feeling his mouth and hands on her body made her feel even hotter. After a while, she began to pull restlessly on the chain.

"Am I not kissing your breasts the right way?" he asked.

She responded, "Oh, you're kissing me wonderfully. It's just that I like to pull on your balls. You'd better get used to it, dear. Right now I'm really enjoying making your balls feel a great deal of pain. I care about you very much, but sometimes it really excites me to control you by your balls. But no more talking out of you! Insolent slave!" Suddenly she stuffed the ball-gag back in his mouth, and buckled it even tighter than before. She stepped back and began to remove her clothes, teasing him visually. Bound as he was, on his knees, he could do nothing but watch her. He wanted to jump up and ravish her, but couldn't even hope to break free of his chains. It was she who would decide what was to happen and when. She came back to him and unchained his wrists from his ankles, then made him stand.

By the ball-chain, she led him over to the bed and had him lie down on his back, chaining his already- handcuffed wrists to the headboard. Then, taking a firm grip on his balls, she teased him by taking his penis into her mouth - in and out again. She toyed with him for a long time, driving him absolutely wild but always stopping short of bringing him to orgasm. She played with his balls like they were her toys, and admired the snug metal ring that held them for her so nicely. His balls were still aching from her beating, but he didn't care. His penis was so hard he could feel it throbbing, and he was ready to explode from excitement.

She straddled his hips, her beautiful breasts thrust before him. He felt her hand grip his penis and guide it between her legs. She was so wet that she easily slid him inside her. She unchained the handcuffs from the headboard (leaving the cuffs on) so that he could touch her. First he touched her swollen nipples and she gasped. He slowly traveled down her body, teasingly closer and closer to her clitoris. She felt hot and wet to the touch, and gyrated with each circular motion of his fingers. Feeling him inside her, his caresses on her clit, and the sheer excitement of dominating him finally overcame her. Dominating him had worked her up so much that she trembled and fell into a frenzy. She screamed and shuddered, rocking her hips against his as the orgasm shook her. The pent-up sexual energy inside her was released in violent rhythms.

Slowly, her motions calmed. As she finished, she grabbed his cuffed hands and re-chained them to the headboard. She then began to grind her hips against his, rhythmically. He quickly lost control. Her sexy voice and her warm body overwhelmed him and he exploded into her. Even with the chains, he practically bucked her off, but she stayed on for the ride. Even the gag could hardly hold back the guttural shout of his orgasm. They cuddled afterward, but she did not release him. Plenty of kisses and caresses, but she made it clear that she wished to keep him bound and gagged for a while. She smiled.

"The thought of you, my beautiful naked man, tightly bound and feeling intense pain in your balls from the things I do to you excites me more than you know. We'll have to do this again sometime..."

The Secret Ingredient in Fashion

by unknown

When fashion hits you where it hurts...

In 2001 a small start-up company specializing in products that remove wrinkles without expensive surgery offered over-the-counter goods. They had smoothing cream and clear wrinkle drops which would remove facial creases and tighten the skin. These products really worked. Older ladies and men in their 60's used it and their skin tightened like a $5,000 face lift. They looked 15 years younger and the product was in high demand. At $1,000, a 6oz bottle would perform miracles.

Inside the factory there was a lab that produced the potion that consisted of only 2 technicians and 1 scientist. The marketing department was made up of all 18 to 25 year old girls. The executive staff had but only one male, (the secretary). The shipping department had about 30 young male workers between the age of 18 and 22. The turnover in shipping and receiving staff was unusually high. While the marketing team turned over in a few years.

The Sunday newspaper had many positions available for young energetic men. Custodial, delivery and fast food filled the pages. Sam turned the pages back and forth looking for the right job. He had just graduated from high school and was eager to make some money before going to college. He spied upon an add that read:

"Shipping clerk needed"

"Energetic, healthy men and women needed for immediate

position opening. Base pay $8.50/hr. Experience not necessary"

Sam wrote down the address right away. I wonder why they are paying so well, he thought to himself, considering the other ads offered only minimum wage.

At the interview Sam twisted in his chair, uncomfortable in front of this 20-year-old blonde interviewer.

"Can you lift items weighing more than 75 pounds?" she asked watching Sam's reply.

"Yep" he slipped back.

"Do you have any physical disabilities, on any medication?" she queried some more.

"Nope" Sam replied.

"Have you had any problems or failures with your internal/external organs?" she asked quietly.

"Um... my... um?" Sam stumbled.

"Have you had any problems...medically or anything that required surgery?" she explained.

"Oh, um...no?" he concluded.

"Good! Can you start next Monday?" she asked.

"Yea," Sam replied.

"OK, then, when you start you should dress in casual clothes... jeans and t-shirts are acceptable," she said finalizing the interview. "Thank you for coming today, have a good weekend," she told Sam as he was leaving her office.

Monday mornings are always hard for Sam. Getting up before 7:00am is usually impossible. But with an eagerness to get started, Sam showered and wore his newest jeans and a clean shirt. When he arrived he met Matt, a newcomer as well. Matt worked in the shipping department for only one week.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Sam," he introduced himself to the guy.

"My name is Matt, you’re new here aren't you?" he questioned.

"Yep my first day!" he bolted back. He and Matt were making their way to the shipping area. Sam was to report to the training center for first day orientation. When it was through he was told that his training buddy would be Matt.

"Trained by a guy who's only been here a week," Sam said to himself.

Matt and Sam packed boxes and boxes of the product, wrote up packing slips and filled out receivable sheets. As they worked Sam questioned Matt, "In orientation we were told that 30 guys worked back here, but I only see about 15?”

"The others have special assignment," Matt replies cautiously. "They have chosen Option 10," he continued. Sam, curious about Option 10, went on with more questions.

"Well what is Option 10?”

"It's sorta like a physical session... a work out you might say. It pays twice as much as you make now. But there's a bunch of forms you have to fill out and...." Matt was interrupted by Sam.

"Who cares? $17.00 and hour for no experience or education, forms shmormes where do I sign?”

"Well you can talk to Lisa, the girl who interviewed you, and convert over at lunch," Matt informed Sam.

Sam talked to Lisa and signed the forms. Lisa informed Sam that he would need to take a physical examination before he could begin. They had an examination room on the premises and she would bring him there. He was lead to an elevator, which lead to underground offices. The hallway was narrow and there were double doors to each office, the main entrance from the hall and a second inside the vestibule. "It’s real quiet," Sam thought to himself. Lisa escorted Sam into a room and told him to disrobe and wait here. Sam noticed the room was filled with medical items, an examination bed with stirrups, a weight scale, blood pressure gauges and other electrical monitoring machines. Sam slid off his jeans and pulled off his shirt and sat on the bed waiting. Lisa returned wearing a white doctors jacket.

Sam, somewhat embarrassed asked, "Are you going to give the exam?”

"Yes Sam, I am qualified to do this sort of work. Please lie on the bed and put your legs in the stirrups," she said calmly. Sam sat down rolled over and lifted his legs in the cold metal collars. He felt very awkward his cock and balls fully exposed and hanging like fresh fruit on a vine. Lisa started by feeling Sam's balls; rolling them in her fingers and watching his flaccid cock come to life. She was manipulating the twin orbs watching his reaction. Sam's cock grew harder still. She informed Sam that her assistant would be in to help out. Sam sat back anxious to get this over.

Lisa introduced Shelly as her assistant. Shelly had a nurse’s outfit on but with a very short skirt and open shirt showing much of her cleavage. Sam's eyes opened wide looking at this girl no more than 18 years old with 38" tits and olive skin. Lisa informed Sam to lie back and relax while she continued with the exam. Sam watched Shelly set up some monitoring equipment. Whenever she bent over he noticed her bare ass and became erect.

"Very good," soothed Lisa. "I need to check your equipment for operation". Shelly continued hooking up Sam to the machines. While she bent over Sam reaching for his opposing arm he couldn't help catching an eyeful of her tan breasts.

"Do you like what you see?" asked Shelly. Sam blushed and nodded yes. "Then have some" Shelly said as she arched her back and unbuttoned her shirt exposing the best set of tits Sam had ever set eyes on. She lowered her chest to his face and Sam wasted no time smothering himself in her flesh. He sucked and nibbled on her nipples watching them shrink in size and point out to him. He couldn't believe what was happening. As Shelly let Sam dine on her breasts, Lisa started pumping Sam's cock. His hips thrust slightly in response. Sam was gorging himself when Shelly slipped off her skirt and straddled Sam's ribbed abdomen. Her wet pussy sat atop Sam's navel and she rubbed it around while he sucked her nipples raw. When Sam grew tired of her chest, Shelly repositioned herself in the 69 position allowing Sam's anxious tongue entry into her juice pot. Sam was in heaven! He licked her pussy from top to bottom flicking her pink button and using long strokes from her clit to her ass. Shelly held herself up by her arms watching Lisa attach a special machine to Sam's cock head. It had a clear glass cylinder with tubing attached to the other end. It was a milking machine.

The secret ingredient to the makeup was pre-cum. That perfectly clear fluid men and boys produce when they are very aroused before ejaculation. Since cum contains sperm, an unnecessary ingredient for the potion, only pre-cum fluid can be used. The process of removing the sperm from the fluid is more expensive than hiring many guys for milking.

Sam was as hard as he has ever been. Licking up Shelly's pussy was bringing him to the brink of cumming. This is where the most pre-cum is produced. The machine snapped on and startled Sam.

"What the hell was that?" he asked in surprise.

"That's a sample machine," Lisa responded. "It will take your pre-cum and see if it is usable for our product." Sam was enjoying the sweet lips of the young nurse to care about the answer. When the machine stopped Shelly rolled off the bed and grabbed a chair. Lisa nodded to Shelly after reading the printout from the machine.

"Well, I will leave you two alone," Lisa said as she left. Sam sat up wondering what was next.

"Just lie back and relax," Shelly soothed. “I am going to work on you now.”

SMACK! ! ! The sound rang out around the room. Shelly's fist rammed the balls hard. Sam was wondering what the sound was when the bolt of pain shot through his gut.

“UUUUMMMPHHHH," he belted out.

SMACK... SMACK... SMACK, three more poundings from her fist.

"AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!" Sam screamed. The machine started up again and the pain waves surged Sam's head. His balls felt like they had been kicked by a mule. The pounding sensation made him quiver.

Shelly then took each testicle and wrapped gauze a couple of time to separate them and hold them out. She pulled on the remaining tail stretching the nuts to their full extent in the sack.

"What the hell is going on?" Sam shouted.

"Didn't you read the contract?" Shelly replied sharply. "Didn't you read that we would manipulate your organs for maximum production of fluid?”

"No, I didn't read any of that... OOOOOOMMMMPHHHHH!" Sam replied and she grabbed each ball with spring-loaded clamps and let go giving the clamps free reign to crush down on each nut. " The machine started again.

"The more punishment to your balls we give, the more juice you produce," Shelly explained. "My job is to torture as much pre-cum from your cock and balls as possible." Sam's cock drooled with the precious clear fluid and the machine sucked up every drop. "We generally work your balls over for about 3 to 4 hours," she continued. "After that you will usually cum uncontrollably or your nuts get crushed so much that they go dry." Shelly continued to use clamps, punches, fist grips on Sam's balls until about 2 hours later he went into convulsions and spasmed and spewed thick white cum causing the machine to stop. The clear tube attached to his cock head was filling up with white fluid. Sam's cock kept spurting after she removed the collector. Load after load it shot onto his chest. Shelly put away the machine and walked over to Sam's side. Watching the still twitching penis, she took her fingers and ran them across Sam's chest, dragging the sticky cum with it. Sam was in a state of semi-consciousness but he remembers her licking his stomach and chest lapping up the thick semen.

"This is the best part, I think," Shelly said. "The machine doesn't know what it is missing"

Later Sam awoke in a room with about 20 other guys, all naked and cradling their manhood carefully in their hands. Many guys had swollen balls the size of plumbs and others were shapeless and hung low between their legs. Almost all were the same age as Sam.

"This your first time?" a voice from behind asked Sam. "I bet your nuts are hurting something bad." Sam turned to see Matt, dressed in a white outfit.

"And you wondered why the pay was so great. Do you still think that it is so good?"

to be continued....

The Dancer

by unknown

Rob was shy, sweet and very good-looking. He was also a virgin. His shyness made it very difficult for him to talk to women much less have sex with them, besides he was confused with some of his sexual tendencies. One that disturbed him the most was his fixation with strong dominant women, women who enjoyed causing men pain, women who were in charge of their sexuality and who used their sexuality for power and control over men.

Rob felt uneasy about the bachelor party but Chris was one of his best friends so he had to at least make an appearance. He arrived to a large hotel room full of rowdy, sexually charged men. He scanned the room to see what all the fuss was about and immediately understood. She was incredible, long sun-streaked blonde hair, a tanned, toned dancer's body, perfectly round 34C breasts...beautiful. He was in awe of her. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she teased and tormented these poor men. She seemed to take delight in playing with them; she enjoyed making them look like fools She seemed to especially enjoy punishing them if they stepped even slightly "out of line", like if one of them touched her (when she clearly stated they were not to).

Rob watched as she playfully brushed her breasts against his friend Evan's chest while she danced suggestively close to him. Evan, feeling rather confident, slipped his hand around her waist and began caressing her ass. She looked into Evan's eyes, smiled seductively and brought her knee up hard into Evan's unsuspecting balls. Evan doubled over while his hands instinctively found their way to his groin A rather high-pitched squeal passed his lips. The dancer threw her head back and laughed.

"Aww, poor baby. I told you no touching; but I guess you couldn't resist, huh?" While the other men laughed (perhaps a little nervously) Rob could feel his desire for her intensify. God, he wanted his balls to be at her mercy. He continued to watch her throughout the evening, growing more excited as the night progressed. but his shyness, as usual, kept him from approaching her. Hell, she probably didn't even notice him with all the attention she received from the other men in the room.

While she went to change her costume, Dave , the best man, joined Rob at the bar. "So, you having fun yet?" Dave laughed.

"Yeah, its great"

"What do ya think of the um, 'entertainment', pretty nice, huh?" Rob's eyes lit up.

"She's awesome"

"Oh yeah? Let me see what I can do." Before Rob could protest or say anything Dave disappeared. Although it felt like she was gone forever Rob felt like it was well worth the wait. She emerged wearing black skin-tight short shorts, a matching low-cut halter and the sexiest pair of black stiletto knee high boots. She scoped the room as if she were looking for someone, then her eyes met Rob's. She made her way over to him, reached down between his legs and gripped him tightly.

"Come with me," she whispered and lead him into the bedroom by his balls...

"I hear you're a virgin," she purred.

"Yes," he stammered.

"Mmmm nice, but I think you should know, luv, I want a 'real man'... What makes you think you're man enough?"

"I don't know"

"Mmm, well, let's see if you are." With that she pressed her body against his, parted her full, lush mouth and touched his lower lip with her tongue. He eagerly tried to kiss her when the pain exploded it started in his groin and spread quickly throughout his body, then again and again! She was kneeing him in his balls and smiling, smirking actually. He dropped down to his knees, tears welling up in his eyes. She kicked at him knocking him onto his back then kicked his legs apart and placed her stilettoed foot on his crotch.

"So tell me, baby, still think you're man enough?"

to be continued if you want it to be...

The Bitches

by unknown

What was going on at the villa lower down the valley from me was really starting to attract my attention. I had been at my newly purchased villa for 2 months now and had not yet got to know any of the neighbours. The nearest one was a good walk away by road. My attention was drawn to this particular villa, which was about half a mile down the hill, but completely inaccessible without a long winding road journey, when I noticed a group of girls appear on its spacious roof. From this distance all I could really see were female figures wearing not very much. Naturally I searched around for my binoculars to have a better look. The scenery around here was magnificent. Overlooking the Mediterranean Sea, and with steep sweeping hillsides and sharp edged cliff faces it was a real paradise. I now had even more interesting scenery to admire. After a quick look to confirm my initial sighting, I was satisfied that these distant figures were in fact a group of rather attractive young ladies who had no qualms about baring there bodies. It wasn’t exactly a public place I suppose, but they’d probably not considered me and my binoculars. Pouring myself a nice large gin and tonic, I sat out on my balcony and gazed out across the array of stunning sights.

There were 4 girls out there on the first day. I could see that they were only wearing bikini briefs and they had their tits out. How kind of them to put on a show for me. They all had marvelous bodies, long dark hair tied back into ponytails, and lovely big tits. I was in heaven. I thought it might well have been a group of models; they were all that tasty. They sat, or lay there soaking up the sun, drinking and smoking and sometimes getting up and walking around. This was the best bit, as I could see their tits bouncing about as they got up and went down the steps at the back of the villa. During the course of the afternoon, I saw two more girls… it was getting better. One was a slim tall blonde with a perfectly proportioned body. Well her tits were perhaps a bit on the large side, but what the hell. The other was shorter, had short, bronzed hair and small pert tits. After a few more gin and tonics and an aching groin from basically having a permanent hard-on for hours, I decided to call it a day on the spying department and go down to the bar on the sea front. I’d get back to the peeking in the morning.

It was the following day that really made me interested in the girls’ villa. It was the first time I’d seen a man down there. The funny thing was, he was completely naked, which I thought was a bit odd. I had a good look through the binoculars and then noticed something really interesting. The man’s buttocks had been whipped. It was really obvious. He had clear stripes across them. On top of that, I could see that his wrists were handcuffed together in front of him as he served the drinks to the girls. This seemed very odd, but it appeared to me that this guy was acting as their slave. No, it must just be a bit of fun, but the guy’s whipped arse didn’t seem like much fun.

I carried on watching, now totally intrigued. The guy left the girls and went back down the steps at the back of the villa. Halfway down he met the blonde who’d appeared late the previous day. She stopped him on the way down and seemed to be talking to him. I saw her hand go between his legs and she was stroking him. Then, all of a sudden I saw the man double up as the girl appeared to be squeezing him between the legs, probably his balls. She held him for a few seconds and then let go. She then jogged up the steps, her tits swinging superbly. I looked back down at the guy who had fallen to his knees on the steps, in obvious pain. This was definitely not fun for him. Eventually he got up and went back down and into the villa, walking tentatively. Meanwhile the girl was settling herself for a bit of sunbathing with her topless colleagues.

The man reappeared a few minutes later carrying a drink. He walked slowly up the steps and then made his way over to the girl who’d just hurt him. He bowed to her and handed her the drink. One of the other girls, a brunette then seemed to call him over. He walked over to her and bowed. She told him to turn round in front of her and then he spread his legs. The girl changed her position so that she was sat facing the man’s back. I then saw her kick him in his naked balls hard. He fell to his knee as the other girls clapped and laughed. The girl stood up and grabbed him by the hair. He stood up in front of her, still partially doubled up. She yanked his head up and pointed in his face. Her tits swayed incredibly in front of her. She appeared quite angry about something. I saw her slap him across the face hard. Again her tits wobbled. She then dismissed him. I guessed that he’d forgotten her drink or something, as he returned a few minutes later with a drink for her. He then went and stood at the end of the roof where the girls were laying as though awaiting orders. I had a tremendous hard-on as I watched this. I had always been a bit of a masochist, and so the fact that these girls were so sexy and apparently so powerful that they could simply beat this guy up, was a real turn on. It was strange, but I had no sympathy for the guy. I suppose in some ways that makes me a sadist! I wanted to see the girls hurt him some more. I didn’t have to wait too long.

The short, slim, bronze-haired girl got up about ten minutes later and walked over to the naked male. She appeared to tell him to turn around and bend over the wall. He did this immediately. Another girl with large tits and long dark hair got up to join her. She was carrying a riding crop. Jesus, I thought, they’re going to whip him! They did just that. The two girls gave him 6 strokes each. Taking it in turns to thrash him hard… and I mean HARD, across his naked and still striped arse. They passed the crop between each other between each stroke. The dark-haired girl’s tits were a sight to behold as they swung madly during her administering of the beating. The man didn’t even seem to have done anything to deserve this beating. The girls just wanted to hurt him, so they did. After they’d delivered their strokes, the shorter girl made him turn round and kneel. She jabbed her bare toes into his dangling balls a few times, slapped him hard across the face, then made him kiss the crop and then hold it in his mouth. Seeing this guy kneeling, naked and beaten in front of this topless slip of a girl was in an incredible sight.

Later that evening, when I was in the beach bar, I decided to try to get a bit more involved in what was going on at the girls’ villa. I wanted to know who the girls were, and who the guy was. Why was he being beaten by the girls? Was he a slave? Was he a prisoner, or is he paying for this treatment. That was the most likely, but I would imagine it would cost a hell of an amount of money to hire those girls, especially all six of them. But how would I find out? I decided that I would use a direct approach at first and make up some reason to visit the villa.

The next day, I made my way to the girls’ villa. I was very apprehensive about this, but as long as I acted innocently then I’d be OK. To my disappointment, I was met with iron gates, a high stone wall and security cameras. There was no bell to ring, no way of contacting the people inside. This was dodgy. I tried the gates, but they wouldn’t move. I could’ve waited for someone to arrive, but I could have been all day. I headed back to my villa to have another nosy at what was going on.

As usual the girls were out again. They had picked up rather decent tans over the last 2 or 3 days and they were looking even more delectable than before. This time the guy was tied up. He was naked as usual and was tied with his wrists above his head to a post at the other end of the roof to where I saw him whipped yesterday. Around his neck dangled, rather menacingly, a long black leather whip. It was about 5 feet long and would be a terrible implement to be whipped with. As yet, it didn’t seem that it had been used on him as his body only bore the marks of the cropping to his buttocks. It was probably there as a warning of what was to come later. While he was burning in the hot sun, he would be able to smell the baking leather of the whip around his neck. Shit, this was torture, I thought. They really know how to torture him. I started to hope that the guy had paid for, and really wanted this. If he didn’t, then this was criminal. It didn’t stop me getting aroused by it all though. I got a few gin and tonics down me and watched.

I must have nodded off in the shade because when I awoke I had missed something. The girls had gone. The guy was still there and, Jesus, had he been whipped or what? I zoomed in quickly to see him hanging limply by his wrists. His back was a real mess. It had terrible welts running zigzag all over it, as well as over his shoulders. Was this real punishment of someone or was it a man acting out his fantasies? I didn’t know what to do. If it was real, then I would have to call the police. Shit. I had to find out. But still I wanted to see more of this female domination that aroused me so much.

I was still unsure the next day when I took up my spying position again. The guy had been taken down, but the girls were back out again. Not all of them, only three. The others were probably giving the guy a kicking downstairs I thought. In some ways, I hoped. I began to fantasize about what the other three girls were doing to him. I carried on watching all day but the guy didn’t appear. Shit.

That evening I went down to the beach bar, to contemplate the situation. What if he was dead? What if I’d witnessed part of the process of torturing this guy to death? What if he’d been whipped to death as I lazed on my balcony, refusing to help him? These thoughts were racing through my mind when I heard someone next to me order 6 beers. It was a female voice. Instinctively I looked over. I’d never seen her with her top on, but I knew this girl. It was the blonde who’d squeezed the guy’s balls on the steps of the villa. Quickly I looked round. They were all there. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My heart raced at the idea of being so close to this girl and her friends. I wanted them to turn their attentions on me. But was that a good idea? I didn’t know if they just hurt guys for the money or the pure sadistic pleasure. I still believed deep down that it was more likely to be the former. Girls just don’t beat guys senseless for fun, especially with their tits out! And surely if they just wanted to beat him up they’d not have him running around fetching drinks for them and all that nonsense. He’d just take his chances and run away. Oh shit. I didn’t really know. I got my head together as quickly as I could, and decide to try and listen in to what the girls were saying. They were quite clearly English; I recognized the accents as they were at the bar. They were definitely attractive too. Probably more so than I had originally thought. This evening they were all wearing skimpy bra-tops or bikini tops, short skirts and heels. They were fucking gorgeous. What I found slightly odd also was that this was not a resort where groups of girls normally go. It wasn’t your Benidorm or your Playa de Las Americas; this was a tiny village with only the one bar. Strange. Should I talk to them? Shit. I haven’t got the nerve for that.

I found a table near to where they were sitting. Near enough to hear what they were saying, but not too near to look suspicious. I also positioned myself so that none of the girls could see me taking an interest, in fact I don’t even think they knew I was there. As I sat with my beer I began to admire their shoes, the high spiked heels and the ankle boots. The shapely legs, the bulging bra-tops and erect nipples beneath. I had a raging hard-on. Through the plants that partly hid my presence, I stared at the girl who kicked the guy’s balls, and at the one who’d jabbed his balls with her bare feet, which were now covered in shiny black leather ankle boots. In some ways I was envious of the guy who’d taken those kicks, but I certainly didn’t want to take the whipping he’d received. I wish I’d seen it though. I wish I knew which girl or girls had done it to him. Certainly it was at least one of the sexy young girls sat feet away from me. That was a tremendous and arousing thought. I listened to their conversation.

"So Claire, what did you do to him this afternoon then?" asked the ball-squeezing blonde.

"Fucking busted his balls again," replied Claire, a busty brunette. She laughed. "It seems to be your favourite attack as well Jackie,” she added.

"Yeah well. Maximum pain, minimum effort," replied Jackie, laughing also. I noted down their names on my crossword.

"Where is he now Eve?" asked the other brunette who I’d seen cropping the man.

"He’s in the back yard actually. We decided to tie him up amongst those really nasty plants with the sharp spines. One of them is right between his legs. If he moves it’ll probably slice his dick off,” said Eve. She was the slim bronze-haired girl whose skin was now the colour of her hair.

"Who’s round is it?" asked another of the brunettes.

"It’s probably yours, Alex."

"Fuck off Alison," replied Alex.

"I don’t remember you buying one." The girls laughed at this bit of banter and now I had all the names. It would make it better in my fantasies. Not that I needed to fantasize much. I noted down who had done what. Jackie, the blonde, had squeezed the guy’s balls on the stairs. Alison had kicked him in the balls for forgetting her drink. Lisa and Eve had cropped his arse then Eve had kicked his balls. I still don’t know who’d whipped him yet but Claire, Eve and Alex were the ones who Claire had said had "bust his balls" in the afternoon and then tied him up in the cacti. They were fucking cruel; the lot of them, and it really turned me on.

Alex and Alison went to get the drinks. I watched the two brunettes walked sexily on high heels to the bar. I was still staring when they turned. I made eye contact with Alison and quickly turned away. When the girls sat down there was a sort of whispering going on and I started to feel a bit nervous. The girls’ conversation changed from discussing the beating of the man to more mundane girly things. I guessed they knew I could overhear them and so kept quiet about their daily exploits. Did that mean that it was for real? I left quite soon after.

On my way home, and under the influence a little, I made a rather rash judgment. Before I really thought about it I was over the wall of the girls villa and running quickly up to the front door. Everything was quiet and I made a quick reconnaissance around the back. I didn’t want the guy to see me, if he was in the back yard, so I was really careful how I trod. I went up the stairs to the roof. On the floor there was a crop and the vicious looking bullwhip that I’d seen around the guy’s neck. Also there were handcuffs, and various other bondage implements that I didn’t recognize. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing there and suddenly realized that I’d better go. As I went down the steps I caught sight of the guy. He was tied quite tightly to a large spiky cactus. Fortunately he was facing away from me. One of the cruel leaves with its sharp spikes was indeed between his legs and it looked extremely painful. His back and buttocks still bore the marks of the cruel beatings he’d received. I thought about speaking to him but as I was thinking I saw the lights of a car coming up the drive.

Oh fuck... It was too late to carry on the way I came in so I had no option but to go back up to the roof and hope that the girls didn’t come up here tonight, allowing me to make my escape. I hid in a dark corner on the roof. I would only be found if someone was looking for me. I heard the girls chattering as they got out of the large people carrier. I decide to peek over the edge of the roof to see if I could gauge which direction they were going to go. They all seemed to go inside. I contemplated jumping from the roof and making a run for it, but it was a bit too high, so I’d have to make my way back down the stairs. It was all getting a bit worrying. Downstairs, unbeknown to me, the girls were studying pictures from the security cameras. I had completely forgotten about them and was unaware that they knew I was on their roof. Suddenly the roof lights blazed on and I almost shit myself. I still didn’t realize that they knew I was here so I cowered in the corner hoping that one of them would come up and get the whips or something. Maybe I could watch at close hand as they whipped the guy. That would be brilliant. When all 6 girls came up, one of them carrying a gun, it was clear that they knew I was here. The cameras. Fuck. I had completely forgotten about them. I had some serious explaining to do.

"Right, you little fucker, get your arse out here now,” shouted Lisa.

"We know you’re here, you fucking pervert,” shouted Alison. Lisa had the gun and was looking round for me. I decided to jump the wall. Quickly I leapt up and headed for the nearest bit of wall that would allow me to land on the grass. It was a silly mistake. A gunshot rang through the air and I stopped dead still.

"Move and I’ll blow your fucking brains out,” said Lisa. The other girls quickly gathered round me, their heels making remarkable staccato sounds on the stone roof. I was surrounded by the 6 stunning girls. Lisa put the gun to the back of my head and kicked my ankles apart.

"Frisk him Alex,” she said. The tall gorgeous brunette came up to me and started feeling in my pockets, along my arms, down my legs and finally in my groin.

"He’s not packing anything. Especially down here,” she said. As she said the last word she slammed her knee hard into my balls. I collapsed to the floor in agony and humiliation. I was shitting myself at what was going to happen to me. I heard heels on the floor and then received a kick in the guts from Eve. Then one in the kidneys from Jackie. They were hard kicks delivered with the pointed toes of their boots. I was dragged up by the hair by Alex who then raised her bare knee sharply, catching me under the chin. My head was spinning as I fell backwards. I was still conscious but only just. I felt myself being dragged up by two girls, holding me under the arms, till I was kneeling up again. My head was again yanked up by the hair. I waited for another blow. Tears blurred by vision as my eyes streamed. I got kick in the solar plexus from Claire and felt like I was going to throw up. Then she gave me another kick, this time to my unprotected balls to finish me off. I was allowed to slump to the floor.

"It’s that guy in the bar,” said Alison. "I thought he looked dodgy."

"Check his wallet,” said Lisa. "He might be a copper." Jackie reached into my jacket pocket and took out my wallet.

"No he’s not a copper, but that’s where he lives,” she said as she pointed up to my house.

"He’s been spying on us,” said Alison. "The fucking pervert,” she shouted and she kicked me hard in the ribs. I could hear myself moaning as I writhed on the floor. I was too scared to get up, even if I could have. I could taste blood in my mouth and my balls were aching terribly. I reached down to feel them involuntarily.

"Balls hurting, pervert?" asked Eve laughing.

"Not as much as they’re going to be,” said Lisa "That’s if we let him keep them." The girls all laughed.

"Don’t worry pervert. You won’t be losing them just yet. Not until we’ve danced on them a bit,” said Alex I just lay there moaning.

"Look at this,” said Jackie excitedly. "This crossword he was doing. It’s got our names written on it. And here, look at this. It’s got a list of who has been doing what to the rapist. He’s been watching us punish the rapist. He watched me squeeze his balls on the stairs, and Alison kicking his balls. Look though, he’s got a question mark next to the whipping. Wanna know who whipped him pervert? I’ll tell you. All of us. We all took it in turns to whip the fuck out of him. And that’s what you’re going to get. Only harder and worse."

"Yeah, you’re going to get it between the legs!" Shrieked Eve.

"So, we’ve got ourselves a rapist and a pervert. We’re going to have so much more fun now,” said Alison.

"Right, pervert,” said Lisa jabbing her sharp heel into my ribs. "Get your clothes off. Now."

"I didn’t realize he was a rapist. I wouldn’t have come here if I’d known. I’d have let you carry on," I blurted. I was rewarded with a hard smack round the face from Alison.

"Shut the fuck up and strip,” she ordered. "Otherwise Lisa might just have to blow your balls off," she added. I gazed up at Alison as she leaned forward in front of me, her black bikini top barely hiding her gorgeous tits as they dangled in front of me.

"Stop looking at my fucking tits,” she screamed and belted me across the face again.

"I can see this one is going to be real trouble girls,” said Alison.

"Look, pervert, just get your fucking clothes off now,” shouted Claire. "Let’s have a look at that dick of yours." I took off my jacket first then my shirt. I had to stand up to undo my trousers.

"Do that up against the wall," said Lisa. The girls stood around me, hands on hips, apart from Lisa who was pointing the gun at me still. I dropped my trousers, and then took off my trainers and finally took down my boxer shorts.

"Pick up your clothes and throw them in the bin over there, Smalldick," said Lisa. The girls were already starting the inevitable size jokes. It was true though. My cock had shriveled under the gaze of the six aggressive girls. However, my balls were swollen and aching making rather a mismatch.

"Cuff him Jackie,” said Lisa.

"Front or back?" asked Jackie.

"Er, back,” said Lisa. Jackie picked the steel cuffs from the floor and came over to me.

"Hands behind your back,” she ordered. I obeyed. Jackie snapped the cuffs on tightly.

"Now,” said Lisa. "Over to the whipping post. Move" I walked naked and cuffed to the whipping post where the girls had viciously whipped the rapist. I was now expecting the same treatment.

"Please," I begged. "I’m not a pervert. I just…"

"Shut your fucking mouth,” shouted Claire. She picked up the crop and slashed it across my bare belly. It hurt like hell. I heard myself scream like a girl. Once I had staggered over to the whipping post, Jackie put a rope through the metal ring at the top of the pole.

"Lie on the floor, legs together,” she ordered. I did so. She then tightly tied the rope around my ankles. The girls all then grabbed the other end of the rope and I was dragged across the floor to the post. The 6 of them easily managed to hoist me up until I was hanging by my ankles. The rope was then fastened to another ring at the bottom so that I wouldn’t slip down. A few hours earlier I had watched virtually the same scene from the luxury of my villa. Now here I was naked and bound hanging upside down in front of these vicious and yet gorgeous girls. The girls stood sexily in front of me.

"In the morning you’re going to be severely punished for spying on us, and then breaking into our villa. Now you’re going to tell us why. It doesn’t matter why, because you’re going to suffer anyway. We just want to know,” said Lisa.

"I’m sorry," I said humbly, feeling extremely vulnerable and humiliated. "I thought that the guy was paying you to hurt him. Well, I thought that maybe, he… erm. I don’t want to sound like a pervert or a peeping tom or anything but I thought that, erm."

"He’s just a fucking pervert,” said Claire.

"Yeah and he deserves everything he gets,” said Jackie.

"You’ve had your chance to explain,” said Alex. "And it’s clear that you like spying on girls with their tits out."

"Don’t worry pervert, you’ll be seeing a lot of our tits… when we’re whipping you,” said Alison. "But if we catch you staring… you’ll get it where it really hurts, and HARD!" she added. Lisa had put the gun in the waist of her skirt and produced a roll of thick tape, which she put tightly over my mouth. Hanging upside down, I had a strange view of her gorgeous tits from underneath. She stepped back and then kneed me hard in the stomach as I hung there.

I uttered a sort of "Ummpph" sound through the gag. And my breathing became a snorting through my nose.

"That’s OK,” said Lisa. "He won’t be waking us up in the night. We’ll see you tomorrow afternoon pervert. We’ll need a lie in of course because we’ll be up quite late downstairs. The rapist has a long night ahead of him. We’re going to have a lot of fun with him tonight. If you hear him crying it’s probably because he’s getting something like THIS!" she raised her voice on the last word as she thumped her hand down hard into my balls. I stared wide-eyed at the other smirking girls as Lisa’s fist smashed into my aching nuts. The others then stepped forward.

"Or this,” said Claire as she slapped me hard across the face.

"Or this,” said Alex as she twisted my nipples and then kneed my guts.

"Or this,” said Alison as she punched me hard in the solar plexus and then in the nuts.

"Or this,” said Eve as she grabbed my cock and dug her sharp nails in until I was screaming.

"Or this," said Jackie as she squeezed my balls hard, before kicking me in the face.

The girls were in fits of laughter as they departed, leaving me in terrible pain. Blood running from my nose and mouth following Jackie’s kick, my cock feeling shredded and my balls in blazing agony. I wished I would pass out, but I didn’t I just had to bear the pain. I heard the girls laughing about their capture of me and about how much fun they could have with two male prisoners. My mind raced, trying to figure a way out of it all, but my thoughts were halted as I listened to the rapist being dragged inside the villa.

"He wants you to do it again, Jackie" I heard Claire shrieking. I heard the man’s voice for the first time. He was begging. But he was begging for more pain.

"Beg for it,” shouted Alex. I heard leather on flesh and a pained cry.

"Come on… really plead for it,” said Lisa. I could hear peals of laughter. "She won’t do it unless you beg slave boy."

"Please Miss Jackie. Please I beg you. Kick me in the balls again," he shouted.

"How hard, slave?" asked Jackie.

"Come on… how fucking hard?" yelled Alison.

"As hard as you can Miss Jackie,” said the man. I could hear him almost in tears.

"O.K.," said Jackie. I heard a sort of soft thumping sound and then a terrible wailing noise, then loads of laughter.

"You asked for it slave,” said Claire.

"I think he wants another,” said Eve. "I think he wants one from Alex this time,” she added.

"Do you slave?" said Alex. "If you do you’ll have to beg me first. Would you like to see my tits first slave? They’re really nice tits. But you know you’ll get double for looking at my tits, don’t you, you naughty boy. And I’ll have to put my knee boots on first, so that it’s extra painful for you."

"Come on slave. Beg to see Alex’s tits,” said Lisa. I heard him receive a stroke of a whip again.

"Fucking beg,” said Alison.

"Please let me see your tits Miss Alex,” sobbed the man.

"What else do you say, boy?" asked Lisa. Again the sound of the whip cracking across flesh.

"Please put your knee boots on and give me double," he replied.

"Oh very well if you insist,” said Alex. "Look slave. Look at my tits aren’t they lovely. See how they wobble. Anyway that’s enough of that. Where are my knee boots?" Alex slipped off her heels and put her chunky knee boots on. "Look at these boots slave, aren’t they lovely? But they’re going to fucking hurt you in a minute, when you get them right in your fucking balls. First the left one, then the right one. I can kick with both feet you see." The girls were giggling. I could hear the sound of drinks being opened and poured and I could tell the girls were getting pissed.

"Right, I’m ready,” said Alex. "Bend him over the table girls, I think I’ll give him these from behind."

A moment later I heard a "whump" and then an agonized howl. Then after a bit more giggling, another "whump" and another howl.

"YES!” exclaimed Alex. There was clapping downstairs as the girls, in slurred speech, made him beg for his next punishment.

… to be continued.

The Avenging Angels

by unknown

On the 27th January 1997, John Parsons was finally released from 2 years of false imprisonment. In 1995 he had been charged with raping, torturing and indecent assaulting an 18-year-old girl but was cleared by the judge due to a lack of evidence. There had been a public outcry amongst females that this man, who everyone seemed to know was guilty, was let off scott-free. He wasn’t free for long however. A group of girls who during Parsons’ incarceration became known as "The Avenging Angels" had decided to take the law into their own hands. If John Parsons had known what would happen to him after his acquittal, he would probably have wished that the judge had locked him up at the outset, guilty or not.

The abduction of Parsons had been a major headline at the time and had continued to be covered quite comprehensively over the next two years. Various police teams had been involved in the hunt for Parsons and his captors, but as yet they had got nowhere. Then one day, completely out of the blue, they received a phone call giving them detailed instructions as to the whereabouts of Parsons. This was the first time that they had had any idea as to where he was and although it seemed that his captors had left the area a few days before, they would certainly have a better chance of apprehending them, now that they had some kind of crime scene to work at. The story of Parsons abduction had stayed in the headlines due to the fact that during the past two years the police and the press had been sent photographs and tapes of Parsons actually being tortured by the girls. Although they had no faces to work with, they had voices, accents and various clips of females that they gradually tried to piece together. What hampered them was the fact that the majority of the female public not to mention a large proportion of males were on the side of the "Angels."

The wind was blowing a gale when the police arrived at the cottage, 25 miles from Manchester, in the heart of the Peak District. The area was probably the most inhospitable area in England and very few people lived out here, least of all in the winter. The cottage was part of a private estate and was usually let out to holiday-makers in the summer. The area around was all private property and access was strictly prohibited without prior agreement with the landowners. Dressed in heavy winter coats the 6 officers trudged up the muddy slopes of Hawk’s Hill to where they had been told they could find Parsons. A small stone cottage appeared through the mist and rain as they walked on. A few minutes later they reached the cottage. After checking around it for a way in and finding none, they eventually decided to break the door down to gain access. It was not easy as the door was an extremely old heavy oak one and it took several minutes for them to get anywhere. Finally it gave way and after finding the lights surprisingly working they quickly realized that this was indeed Parson’s prison.

There were bloodstains on the walls and floor. Chains hung from the walls and ceiling with manacles at the ends of them. Various kinds of whips and beating implements were left lying around as if they were scattered deliberately to shock the first visitors. A photo album lay on a table, which had a huge collection of photographs of Parsons being tortured. The police were horrified at the cruelty that these girls displayed. Not surprisingly there were no faces again, but there were lots of body shots of the girls who were quite often topless, and these could well help the investigation.

A few moments later they found Parsons. Even the most hardened of the police had to feel some kind of sympathy for the man. He was naked and hanging by his wrists in a large stone room at the back of the cottage. It was freezing cold in there and they guessed initially that he would probably have died of exposure. His entire body was covered with cuts and bruises and quite clearly he had been recently whipped severely. Dried blood covered his body. A heavy stone block hung from his testicles, which were severely bruised and swollen, as was his penis, which had clearly figured in the most recent whipping. He was gagged with a rubber ball gag that was strapped around his head. His eyes were swollen and blacked and the rest of his face had been beaten badly. Heavy bulldog clips were fastened to his nipples and penis, and there were darts stuck in various parts of his body, that must have been thrown at him after the whipping. It was a horrendous sight to see any human being in this state, having had to endure so much pain. What was most incredible was that he was still alive!

A helicopter flew in and took Parsons to hospital where he spent the next two weeks in intensive care before he was moved to a recovery ward. The police then began their interviews.

It became clear from initial questioning that what had happened to Parsons involved a lot more people than those involved directly. Funding for the girls was coming from somewhere. Apparently they were staying in posh hotels in Manchester and Sheffield in between their stays at the cottage. Parsons told of conversations he’d overheard about someone "of like mind" that he thought was male, sending cash and providing various equipment and services. He told also of visits by various other females, who he was never allowed to see who occasionally were involved in his torture but more often than not just came to see and offer their help if the girls needed it. He was sure that some of them were female police officers. It was a much bigger operation than was first thought and the police were going to have problems. It was not surprising to hear of possible rogue police involvement. They had never been near finding Parsons until the phone call and it seemed that things weren’t going to be easy in the hunt for the female perpetrators. They spent weeks going through the photographs putting names (probably false) to bodies. Photofit pictures of the girls were done and posted all over the country. No one came forward. Forensic scientists studied the cottage from top to bottom, but it would be months before they could draw any information that would lead to anything. In the meantime, Parsons was encouraged to recount the whole of the 2 years in as much detail as possible. This was not going to be pleasant but it had to be done. When the suggestion of the possibility of a book being published and even a film of his ordeal being made, he set to work on it with enthusiasm.

There was initially a rather sick feeling in Parsons stomach as he recounted the first few hours of his incarceration. In some ways they were the worst few hours of the whole thing. The initial realization that he was going to be severely hurt by these girls and then the actual pain itself was a terrifying ordeal. However, as he went back over it all, he gradually became aware that what had happened to him could be incredibly sexually arousing. Although most people regarded Parsons as deserving of the retribution, he was in fact innocent of the charges that were originally lodged against him. He had not tortured and raped the young girl; in fact he had never met her before the trial. He was a complete innocent who had had the most extremely unfortunate clash of coincidences that had made him appear as guilty as they could be. His ordeal, for an innocent, had been horrific. What had happened to him was terrifying but now he was making his recovery he was starting to realize that there was something incredibly sexual about it. He had, with a fair amount of effort, found a young sexy female biographer to help him to write his account. It had not been easy to arrange, but with his story being so fascinating to so many people, he realized that he actually had a lot of clout when it came to having it published. The idea of having a young woman sat with him while he told his story was very arousing.

Kerry Fisher was 22 years old and was very attractive. She arrived at Parsons flat wearing a short black skirt, black high heels and a white blouse. She had brought another female colleague along with her as part of the agreement, which Parsons was perfectly happy about, especially as she too was young and attractive and was dressed similarly to Kerry. The two girls, along with most other people still believed that Parsons was guilty of his original charge, and didn’t have any sympathy for him. The reason why Kerry was keen to do the story was firstly, because it would be a lucrative one, making her a good few quid, and secondly, because she wanted to hear what the girls had done to him from the horse’s mouth, as it were. The second girl was introduced as Melissa and the three of them sat down to begin the process of recounting the story. Kerry switched on the tape recorder and asked Parsons to start the story from the very beginning of the abduction.

"I’ll interrupt from time to time to ask you questions and try to prompt you but otherwise just keep talking freely. I need to know how you reacted to things, what you were thinking, I need descriptions of surroundings, clothes worn by the girls, that sort of thing. Detail is important in a story. Tell me everything," she said. Parsons began right at the beginning.

"I was walking home from the newsagent near my home…it was about 8am, when I came across a removal lorry parked across the road from my house. A young girl was in the back of the lorry struggling with something heavy. She was about 20 years old. Long brown hair, slim sexy. Naturally I stopped and asked her if she needed a hand. ‘Yeah, thanks,’ she said to me. So I went up into the back of the lorry. ‘Could you just go down the back there and get the sack barrow?’ she had said pointing into the far end of the truck. I did so happily. The lorry was quite full and I had to clamber over a few things to try to get it. When I reached the barrow I remember the girl throwing a canister of something in my direction and then jumping out of the lorry and shutting the doors. It was some kind of gas and within a few seconds I was knocked out.”

“The next thing I remember was waking up in the lorry handcuffed and gagged with my ankles tied together. I didn’t know how long I’d been in there, probably a couple of hours. I was really nervous at this point and obviously I knew why I’d been kidnapped. It was clear that they thought that I was guilty of raping the girl, which of course I wasn’t. Anyway I was becoming quite worried at this point and I was trying desperately to get out of my bonds but it was no use, I just had to wait it out. The lorry was still moving and it was probably another half an hour before it stopped. A few minutes later I heard the door being undone and female voices out side.”

"How did you feel when you knew it was women out there?" asked Kerry.

"I was even more worried than if it had been men."

"Why?"

"I guessed that they would systematically target my masculinity."

"You mean that they would go for your balls?" asked Melissa.

"I suppose so,” said Parsons.

"And that frightened you?" asked Kerry.

"Yes it did. I knew that they weren’t going to go to the lengths of kidnapping me just to slap my wrist and say, ‘Don’t do it again.’ Angry women are notorious for kicking men in the balls and they had the perfect opportunity to do it to me."

"OK Carry on," said Kerry.

“About 4 girls came into the lorry then and moved some of the boxes out of the way so that they could get through to me. I was surprised to see how young and attractive they all were. I expected to see big lesbian type women."

"How did it make you feel thinking that you were going to be beaten up by attractive young girls?" asked Melissa.

"I don’t know. It was strange really. I suppose I didn’t think that they’d be capable of hurting me that much. I thought that the worst they could do was give me a bit of a hiding and then let me go. I was pleased that they weren’t big dykes who I’d expect to be a lot more cruel. Anyway they were all dressed in skimpy clothes, which was quite nice even in the predicament that I was in. Short skirts, crop tops, high heels, knee boots. They didn’t speak very much at this point; they simply grabbed me and dragged me out of the lorry. I was sort of thrown out and landed on the hard earth. I was in the countryside. It was quite painful, falling out of the lorry and I hurt my arm and was winded. It was then that I became really scared. I was surrounded by women. There were about 25-30 of them. Most of them were quite young, in their teens and twenties, but there were a few older women, none more than forty though I guess. I lay there on the floor, absolutely petrified. I was scared out of my wits. I was innocent remember, and yet I was going to be treated like a rapist by a group of women. It was very, very frightening.”

“The women were cheering and clapping and hurling insults at me. I was expecting them to surge forward and really kick the shit out of me then, but they didn’t, it appeared to be really rehearsed. They had plans for me I could tell. One of the girls untied my ankles and told me to stand up. An older woman, about 35, had a shotgun and she pointed it at my groin. My handcuffs were undone and I was threatened with having my balls blown off if I tried to escape. I was then told to strip naked, which I had no choice but to do. I was being laughed at by all the women. They were calling me names and pointing at my cock. The handcuffs were reattached and the woman with the shotgun pressed the barrel of the gun right into my balls. The women were all shouting, ‘Blow his fucking balls off,’ and stuff like that. I was shaking my head trying to plead through the gag. She pulled the trigger and nothing happened. Everyone laughed as I collapsed to my knees in shame. I thought that my balls were about to be shot off. It was a horrifying moment. I was incredibly relieved that they weren’t obviously but I was in shock.”

“My ankles were tied together again with a long rope and the other end of the rope was tied to the tow bar of a Range Rover. One of the several girls who were wearing a sort of uniform of white tight fitting bra-tops with some kind of military style logo on them, black leather hot pants and black leather flat heeled knee boots, got in the car and I was then dragged up the hill to the cottage by my ankles. It was only at walking pace but the ground was really hard and my body was getting really scratched. Some of the women picked up really whippy sticks off the floor and I got whipped loads of times as I was dragged up the hill. All of the ‘uniformed’ girls had riding crops, and I got whipped by them too as I cried out through the gag. By the time we reached the cottage I was really sore from the dragging and whipping but I knew that it was only a preliminary to what was awaiting me at the cottage. I was then dragged by several of the girls around to the back of the cottage where two poles were erected about 8 feet apart. I was fastened between the poles, spread-eagled. It was clearly all well prepared. The posts were fitted with chains and manacles and there was no getting free from them.”

“Once they were happy that they well and truly had me at their mercy, they all helped themselves to drink. They toasted each other with champagne, firing the corks at me as they opened the bottles. ‘Try and get his balls,’ I remember one of the women saying. So each time they opened another bottle it was aimed at my balls. In the end they were coming right up to me and firing the corks at my balls at point blank range, and then cheering when I cried out. It was as much in humiliation as pain.”

“They then started the party games. The games were designed so that the winner would be the one to hurt me in some way. They had a bag which various punishments written on bits of paper. The winner would be allowed to pick out one of the bits of paper at random and then carry out that punishment on me. As they discussed the game I learned that some of the punishments were quite minor humiliations while the others were quite major beatings. The games themselves were really straight forward involving the dealing of cards to all the women and somehow or other whittling it down to the last one. Each game took about 3 or 4 minutes. The girls arranged the chairs and positioned themselves in a circle around me. I remember the jubilation on the face of the first girl who won. She was called Gail. I was worried about the fact that they were using names as I figured that that wouldn’t be the case if I were to be released. It was very worrying.”

“Any way, Gail was a big-breasted girl who was wearing a bikini and high-heeled shoes. She was very sexy, I suppose. She reached into the bag and pulled out a folded bit of paper. She smiled as she looked at it. ‘What does it say?’ said the girls in unison. ‘It says…’ said Gail building up the suspense. ‘… kick him in the balls." There was loads of whooping and cheering from the girls. They were all encouraging Gail to ‘really kick ‘em hard’ and ‘fucking bust ‘em!’ She turned her attentions on me then. And strode up in front of me. Her big tits were wobbling under her skimpy bikini. Then after a quick look at her targets she unleashed a vicious kick that sent a searing pain through my groin. I had no choice but to take the full force kick to my naked balls and I’ll never forget they sly grin she had on her face as she stood hands on hips watching my reaction. It was one of real pain. I knew then that it was starting. The real punishment was starting.”

“A few minutes later and it was another girls turn to "pick a punishment" This girl was about 25 years old and was called Debbie. She was wearing a loose knitted crop top, short tight skirt and high-heeled ankle boots. She was one of the girls that had whipped me with a stick as I was dragged up to the cottage. She reached into the bag and pulled out the paper. The anticipation was building again. ‘It says… kick him in the balls!’ said Debbie. The girls all cheered again. But that wasn’t all. ‘Three times,’ added Debbie smiling. Debbie strutted up to me and unleashed her first kick straight away. Again it was agonizing. She then went behind me to give me the next one and then back in front to give me the last. I can’t describe how painful it was. I couldn’t take any more pain. I remember thinking how many more of those bits of paper had kicks to the balls on them.”

“The next game was played with me trying to endure the pain of the kicks I’d taken. I waited with increasing dread for the next bit of paper to be drawn. The girl who won next was called Brandy. She was lovely looking like the others and had a black blouse on, short skirt and high-heeled black shoes. She took the bit of paper and unraveled it. ‘Twist his nipples and knee his balls three times,’ she said as she waved her arms in the air in celebration. She came up to me and dug her sharp red nails into my nipples really hard. Then she twisted them agonizingly. Her knee then slammed into my nuts, once, twice and then for the final one she stepped back, yanked and twisted my nipples hard and then drove her knee powerfully up between my legs, almost lifting my feet off the ground. There was cheering all around me again.”

“The next one was picked out by a tall blonde girl of about 28 years. She was a touch disappointed when she realized that she wouldn’t be kicking my balls. This one was an all-play and every girl was to come up in turn to slap me across the face. By the time the first 5 or 6 girls had belted me my head was ringing. Towards the end I was almost unconscious. Unfortunately I was spared the pleasure of unconsciousness.”

“The next winner, along with the girls that sat on either side of her, was to administer a concurrent 3-on-1 punishment. The three girls were three of the ‘uniformed’ girls. One of them, Lisa would squeeze my balls constantly while the other two, Ciara and Marie would crop my arse 6 times each. The girls took up their positions and I felt Lisa’s hand grip my balls hard. I felt my swollen balls being squashed together agonizingly. Lisa was gritting her teeth with the effort as the crops started to land on my naked arse. They were full force strokes that really hurt and created a new area of pain for me to think about. I had my balls squeezed by Lisa for about a minute in all and that was incredibly painful. I remember clearly the pain in my buttocks as well and the smiles on the faces of the two big-breasted girls who’d inflicted it.”

“The next girl to win was another big-breasted girl called Liz. She read out the punishment. ‘Put his cock and balls in the mini-stocks and along with the girl sat to your left, take turns to tawse them 3 times each,’ she said excitedly. The girl sat to Liz’s left was Debbie, the girl that had kicked me in the balls three times earlier. She got up enthusiastically and between them they carried the mini-stocks up in front of me. Liz grabbed my cock and balls firmly and pulled them forwards so that Debbie could close the top of the stocks. This had the effect of trapping them and holding them away from my body with no escape from blows aimed at them. The two girls then took the thick leather straps from the table and took up their positions. Liz was to beat me backhanded and Debbie forehanded. Liz went first. Her arm wrapped back round the side of her head, having the effect of raising her crop top up to reveal the underside of her gorgeous tits. Then THWACK. The tawse pummeled my cock and balls viciously. Debbie was next. She too thrashed the tawse hard into my genitals. It was like having them punched and whipped at the same time. It was excruciating. I got two more from each of the two bitches and I remember making a sort of high-pitched whining sound at the end of it.”

“The next girl to win was another uniformed girl, Alex. She was a tall slim brunette whose bit of paper said, ‘Birch his buttocks 6 times. I think I’ll leave the stocks on his cock and balls to stop him wriggling,’ she said. ‘Ooooh, you bitch,’ said Marie. Alex selected one of the three birches from the table and came round behind me. She rubbed the hard branches across my arse before delivering the 6 strokes with equally hard strokes across my already red-striped arse. At this point I was sure that my buttocks were beginning to bleed, and the pain in my balls was mounting to excruciating levels. The stocks had been a torture themselves as I writhed under the birch strokes.”

“When the next bit of paper was drawn out by Isla, a petite redheaded girl, there was mock annoyance from everyone. It was a joker with X2 on it. This meant that Isla could repeat any of the previous punishments administered and double the effect. She went through the expended punishments looking for a good one to double. ‘It’s got to be Debbie’s one, the 3 kicks to the balls doubled to 6!’ she said. If I needed any convincing that these girls were out to ruin me for life this was it. She dragged the mini-stocks off me and took up her kicking position. During Isla’s six kick punishment I lost control of my bladder and pissed myself. I was hosed down half way through with water because Isla didn’t want piss on her shoe.”

The next punishment was preceded by the girls removing the gag. I wasn’t sure why at this point but I wasn’t really trying to think about it. ‘At least we can hear him crying now,’ said Brandy. It was because the paper drawn out of the bag by Lindsey was a question and answer game. It was a 3-on-1 punishment again. Helping Lindsey were the two girls sat either side of her, who were Alison and Eve. Both of these girls collected canes from the table and stood behind me. ‘I’m going to ask you 6 questions boy. If you get them all right, which is extremely unlikely, then you’ll escape with the minimum punishment for this game which is me squeezing your nuts while Eve and Alison give you 6 strokes of the cane each. And I do squeeze hard. If you get one question wrong, then not only shall I be squeezing you but I shall also knee you after each six strokes. That’s two knees in your balls as well. If you get two questions wrong, then you’ll also be kicked once each from behind by the two lovely girls who’ll be thrashing your arse, so that’s 12 strokes of the cane, squeezing, two knees from me and a kick each from Alison and Eve. If you get three questions wrong, not only shall I be squeezing you, but I shall knee you after every two strokes, and you’ll get two kicks each from Alison and Eve, and if you haven’t noticed they’re both wearing knee boots, with really chunky soles and heels. So that’s 12 strokes of the cane, 6 knees from me, and 4 kicks from the two girls behind you. If you get four questions wrong then you’re in real trouble, because the number of strokes goes up to 18. Which of course means that you get squeezed for longer and you also receive 9 knees in the balls from me and also 3 kicks each from Alison and Eve. No one should ever be made to endure the pain you’ll receive if you get 5 questions wrong. Not only shall I squeeze your balls, I’ll be kneeing them after every stroke of the cane, on top of that you’ll get a kick in the balls from one of the other girls after every other stroke. So to put that into perspective it will follow the sequence of... squeeze, cane, knee, squeeze, cane, knee, kick, squeeze, cane, knee, squeeze, cane, knee, kick etc. You will not enjoy that. And then of course if you get all of the questions wrong... well what can I say. The sequence changes a little bit. It will start off with 12 strokes of the cane across your arse from Eve alternated with 12 strokes from Alison. That’s 24 strokes of the cane. During this time I shall be squeezing and twisting your balls hard. After that, I shall take a cane and give you 12 more strokes while Eve and Alison come round in front of you and take it in turns to kick you in the balls after each stroke I give you. If that wasn’t enough, you’ll then be asked to select a girl from the audience to knee you while you receive a 3-on-1 caning of 6 strokes each alternating between us. After each of my 6 strokes I shall also give your balls a good hard kick. The selected girl will knee you after each stroke.’”

“‘Right, first question. What is the atomic weight of Zirconium?’ I said 12. ‘Incorrect. That’s one wrong,’ said Lindsey. ‘Question 2. How many times will you be kicked in the balls if you get all the questions wrong?’ I said 24. ‘Incorrect. It’s actually only 18. You’ll get 18 knees as well though. That’s two wrong. Question 3. In our request book for punishments, where the girls tabled motions to perform certain punishments on you, which girl here has expressed a desire to ‘wire your balls up to the mains!?’’ I said Debbie, as it was one of the only girls names I could remember at the time. ‘Wrong,’ said Lindsey. ‘It was actually Liz, who you may remember tawsed your cock and balls a few minutes ago. That’s three wrong. Question 4. Another girl has requested that we ‘make you sandpaper your dick and hit your own balls with a rubber mallet?!’’ I said Debbie again. ‘Wrong,’ said Lindsey. ‘It was actually Natalie. That’s 4 wrong. Right, question 5. Which of the girls wants to ‘put your balls in a vice, and beat your dick with a wire brush?’’ I said Eve. ‘Wrong,’ said Lindsey. ‘It was actually me!’ All the girls laughed. ‘That’s 5 wrong. Last question. How many girls here, and there are 32 of us, would like to castrate you?’ I said 32. ‘Wrong. None of us. We want your balls attached to your nervous system… for obvious reasons. Right, that’s all the questions wrong. What a shame. Well I did warn you. Are you ready girls?’”

“Lindsey came up to me and put her hand around my balls. She tightened her grip on them until I was begging for mercy. ‘Right, cane him girls,’ she said. Suddenly I was hit with a barrage of incredibly hard blows to my already well-thrashed arse. They were terribly painful strokes that just seemed to carry on forever. All the time my balls were being crushed by Lindsey. She was squeezing and twisting them and yanking them down hard. The canes fell over the welts I’d got from the cropping and birching I’d already received and Lindsey’s punishment of my balls was making me scream with pain. Finally the caning stopped and Lindsey released my balls. I was crying with pain. ‘Right, all change,’ said Lindsey. She picked up a cane and went round behind me. Eve and Alison came round in front of me. Suddenly I felt the excruciating pain of the cane again across my arse and now I was getting kicked in the balls by Eve and Alison. Their chunky knee boots smashed my balls all over the place. I wanted to pass out but it didn’t happen. I was screaming for mercy but all I got was more punishment. I was dribbling from my mouth and almost vomited. Then I was being slapped across the face by Lindsey.”

“‘Pick a girl to knee you,’ I was told. I said Debbie. It was automatic. Suddenly Debbie was there in front of me. Her hands went to my shoulders as the caning began again across my arse. Debbie’s knee smashed into my balls, again and again and again. Her tits were bouncing and swinging under her crop top as she carried on the brutal bashing of my balls. Lindsey’s boot was driven into my balls incredibly hard. The canes were still slashing down across my bloodied buttocks. I passed out.”

“A moment later I was brought round. ‘You’ve got another 15 to come,’ Debbie said. The canes fell again and Debbie’s knee was again slamming into my balls. For the other girls watching it was brilliant fun. Three girls caning a rapist’s backside brutally while another girl knees his balls repeatedly. Lindsey was kicking me from behind. I passed out again. When I was brought round I still had another five to go. Twice more I took Lindsey’s boot, five times more I felt the cruel canes whacking….