1. The White Box


    Date: 3/28/2016, Categories: Fiction, Cock & ball torture, Cruelty, Slavery, Torture, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 85.2, Source: sexstories.com

    the door behind me. Their screams could not be heard through the thick walls and door. I changed my clothes back into the only non-slave clothes I had and drove back to Milton’s in Dana’s SUV. He showed me four suits that I ordered with plans to buy another dozen once he had replenished his stock. He promised the first suit would be done by Friday, the others by Monday. I also ordered two dozen dress shirts and several dozen ties. Then I ordered a whole new casual wardrobe including jeans, sneakers, and hiking shoes. Dana had given all my clothes to Goodwill when she had captured me. I had to start all over from the beginning just as I had to do with my life. My credit cards had been destroyed, but Milton knew I was good for the almost $28,000 purchase. I brought in a pizza and a six-pack around ten before a quick trip downstairs to tighten the C-clamp again, hang the weights from the lower edges of the wooden plates, and remove the vise grips from Dana’s body. The flow of blood back into those tender areas caused more pain than the actual clamping besides now she’d have something to look forward to tomorrow morning. I slept in my bed for the first time since that fateful evening more than five months ago. I slept extremely well, better than in years. Their torture continued over the next two days, but I had deliberately not crushed Rolf’s balls. I was holding off on that for another time. Dana’s nipples were so swollen they were more than four times their original size. ...
    That just made them easier to grip. I laughed when she cursed me. “I don’t recall you having any sympathy for me when I was there. In fact, I plainly remember your extreme cruelty—the same cruelty I saw each and every day since. It’s so ironic to hear you beg for mercy. However, there will be mercy of a sort coming up tomorrow.” The following morning I released Dana’s hands, telling her to put on the pink top she had forced on me. I handcuffed her hands behind her back once she was done. Then I took her legs and forced the spandex shorts up her body. I tied her ankles together again leaving her lying on the floor while I followed the same procedure with Rolf except that I didn’t remove the clamp or the boards, choosing instead to cut the front of the shorts so the entire apparatus could hang free. I gagged both with a sock and duct tape then carried each up to the back of Dana’s SUV. Once there I placed each into a hogtie so they couldn’t move too much. I covered them with a heavy blanket and drove away. The sun hadn’t yet risen so the likelihood that I’d be seen was virtually nil. I was on the interstate for more than three hours before pulling off in the mountains upstate. Then it was another two hours on secondary roads before coming to the trail that led deep into the woods. I knew this area quite well having hunted here years ago with my father. The road ended and still I drove on over the meadows and through the woods. It was more than fifty miles over rough terrain to the ...
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