A Fantasy Realized · Part 2

A Fantasy Realized · Part 2 (2/2)
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e object was pushed between my teeth until it jammed against the back of my throat.

Unable to push it out I could only endure while it was strapped around my head. I explored it with my tongue as best I could and had to conclude that this was a cock gag, and a large one, very large. My mouth was wedged open by the thick shaft to the point where even my lips were stretched, I couldn’t even pull them away to breathe around the shaft. This tight seal formed by my lips, coupled with the broad head of the dildo would have kept me from making any noise above a moan even without the shock feature of the collar. By this time I’d comprehended just what was going on and began to get into it. My cock was showing it’s approval of that by standing out at attention.

I could hear my ‘captors’ giggles but that only helped excite me more. After a few minutes of this I felt a pair of hands pull down my panties, with a brief struggle to pull them down over my cock, they succeeded. I could feel a heavy belt being buckled tight around my hips. Someone standing behind me held my hands and kicked at the insides of my ankles. Eventually the stings of the kicks convinced me to spread my legs wider and wider until I could stretch no more. At this point I felt a cold, blunt pointed object begin to probe between my legs, finally stopping when it found my anus. I could feel the person holding it start pushing, harder and harder.

I strained to tighten my rear and keep this ‘thing’ out of me, this was NOT part of my fantasy at all. I twisted and struggled to prevent this violation. After only a few seconds of my violent reaction I heard Lora’s voice say “Fuck this, give the bastard a couple of good shocks!” Almost immediately I felt first one and then a second, hard electric shock on my balls. I strained against the hands holding me until the third shock. This one was severe enough to just make me freeze and give a little whimper. Fortunately the whimper was too weak to trigger the throat collar. I gave up my struggles and reluctantly accepted the inevitable. When I did, the probing object began entering me.

It seemed to just get thicker and thicker, and go deeper and deeper, stretching me so wide I thought I’d split open. Just when I couldn’t take it anymore something seemed to give and I felt the huge mass move inside me. Once the thickest part passed the opening of my rear I could feel my body seem to clench around it and draw it deeper. I briefly tried to push it out but before I could succeed one of my captors pulled a strap attached to my waist belt between my legs and up between my ass-cheeks where she buckled it to the back of the waist belt. In this position it firmly anchored the plug in place giving me no chance to expel it.

Accompanied by more giggling, my panties were pulled into place and I was allowed to close my legs. For the next couple of minutes I gingerly worked my legs closer and closer together, allowing myself time to become accustomed to the huge object filling me up. I guess they’d been waiting for me to adjust because once I was standing straight up again there was a tug on my leash. I was led outside and pulled into the back seat of some car. Walking and even bending was tolerable, though uncomfortable, but when they had me sit it was terrible. The moment I sat down my rear compressed against the plug and made it feel even larger than before.

They buckled my seatbelt and snugged it down tight to keep me from moving around. One of the girls (Susan?) sat beside me and after we started moving, took advantage of my situation. I first felt her softly slide her hand up my stockinged thigh and then caress the inside of my thigh near the stocking top. A moment later she was rubbing against the panty and gently feeling my tightly strapped balls and cock. She nudged down the panty and let my balls and dick spring free in the cool air. I could feel her running her fingernails up and down the shaft, teasing me. I couldn’t take too much of this. I began gently thrusting my hips against the seatbelt and rocking just a bit.

I wanted to make sure she understood how much I was enjoying this and encourage her to continue. Just the opposite occurred though. She stopped rubbing and reached down further to grasp my balls. Strapped the way they were they made a nice pleasant handful for her. At first it felt pretty good but she kept squeezing harder and harder. I tried reflexively to pull away but that just made the pain worse. Then she added an extra torment by twisting them while she squeezed. All the previous pleasure I’d felt was forgotten. My cock shrank away to nothing which seemed to be her goal as she relaxed her efforts a bit.

I noticed that she kept a firm grasp on my balls for the rest of the trip and would give them an occasional yank seemingly just to make sure I understood her power. Eventually we reached our destination and the hood was removed from my head. Able to breathe at last I didn’t get too much chance to look around before being led by my leash into the house. All the interior lights were turned off and the whole house dark when they led me in. I was stopped at some point and my ankles strapped together. A chain from the ceiling was fastened to the back of my neck collar and snugged up. So here I was, standing bolt upright, clad only in sheer panties, a bra, stockings and high-heels.

I couldn’t even turn my head from side to side, only my eyes were mobile, but I could imagine the sight I would make if the lights were on. “Is ‘it’ in position?” I heard a voice ask. “It’s ready Traci, you can turn the lights on now.” With that, a pair of powerful spotlights came on, focused on me. Too bright for me to see beyond them, I could only listen to the disembodied voices. Traci began outlining the rules. I needed to realize that for the next 6 weeks I was a slave. Not a pretend slave, not a wannabe slave. A real slave. Something that could and would be disciplined severely for any and all transgressions.

It was important that I accept this fact quickly, that instant and perfect obedience was the only thing that would make the following time less unpleasant for me. To help me ‘understand’, for the next 12 hours they were going to ‘hurt’ me. When she said ‘hurt’, there was a certain savoring tone to her voice and she explained further. The three of them had different class schedules so they’d divided up the time into shifts. During each shift one girl would be responsible for torturing me. She could use any means she wished, as long as it was painful for me.

Once I understood that each of them was willing to hurt me and would not hesitate to do so, and most importantly, that I COULDN’T STOP THEM, then they could settle down into using me for my slave duties. “You’d better remember though, for the next few weeks, none of us need a reason to hurt you, we can do it just because we WANT to, so you’d better try damn hard to keep us from wanting to.” With that said the flood’s were turned off and the regular room lights brought up. I could see my ‘captors’ clearly for the first time. Traci was wearing some snug jeans and a thin, white T-shirt with no bra underneath.

She may have appeared rather plain all the other times I’d seen her but she’d shed her frumpy look and really changed. She still had fairly broad shoulders but there was a very trim waist to complement that. Her T-shirt didn’t do anything to conceal the fact that she carried a really impressive pair of breasts of at least DD cup size. Judging from the way her nipples tented up the fabric, she was enjoying things so far. Lora was a rather petite young lady with shoulder length brown hair. She had opted for a lycra body suit in lime green. She seemed to be the ‘hard body’ type since she was quite trim, having smooth but fairly well defined muscles.

Perhaps as a result of much exercise she wasn’t as ‘well-endowed’ with breasts as Traci, her’s still looked like a very tasty mouthful though under that shiny fabric. The third member of the household was Susan. Now Susan was clearly the most intense of the three. For her part in the abduction she’d chosen to slide on a pair of extremely tight, cream colored, lace up leather pants and a bright red PVC top (also lace up) that left her midriff bare. Even with the active nature of the evenings abduction she’d chosen to wear a pair of 3” strap on spike heels. Just perfect. Now, this girl could have made centerfold for a skin magazine.

This little (5’2”) oriental beauty had long, straight, shiny black hair. She was almost bursting out of the top she’d chosen with a pair of tit’s that looked the size of cantaloupes, large and heavy, WAY out of proportion to the rest of her body. She had the kind of pouty lips that normally required cosmetic surgery to obtain. Damn, everywhere I looked I saw hot women and my cock reflected that.

Sweet little Susan made a gesture towards my rigid member and commented to the other ladies, “We’re going to have to do something about that!” Traci picked up something from the kitchen counter and said, “Way ahead of you Susie, this little toy is just perfect for keeping cocks under control.” “This is called a Kali’s Teeth Bracelet, or a KTB for short. It’s a stainless steel band lined with wicked sharp spikes. You lock it around some guys dick when he’s soft and if he tries to get hard, well, those spikes will change his mind about that!” “We each get a separate lock and our own special key and we’re going to all put the locks on together.

That way it takes ALL of us to take this thing off and let him get hard again.” “There’s NO WAY he’s even going to WANT a hardon without OUR permission from now on.” Traci made sure to show me the KTB before the put it on and it looked rough. Just as she’d described, it was a hinged band of stainless steel about 1” wide and probably 1/16” thick with dozens of what looked like 3/8” long needle-sharp spikes on it’s inside. Around the outside there was a hasp with triple loops to take the three small locks Traci’d found for it. All in all, it did NOT look like something I wanted to have wrapped around my cock, but also that once in place it wasn’t likely to come off without three sets of keys.

I sort of suspected that in my current position I wasn’t going to be asked my preference and so it proved. Lora asked Traci and Susan if she could be the one to take care of getting my dick soft and was told to ‘go for it’ by them. She emerged from her room in a few moments with a medium large rubber band which she’d cut in half. On one end she’d tied a knot. After fishing my cock out from my panties and pulling my foreskin down to expose it’s purple head she began. Using my cockhead for target practice, she’d stretch the rubber band to it’s limit and then let the knotted end snap against it. With the first ‘snap’ I couldn’t help it, I yelped.

Of course, the shock collar did it’s thing, reminding me against speaking with a not-so-friendly jolt. I heard Susan comment in the background to Traci that it looked like ‘that’ would REALLY hurt, (if I could have spoken I would have fully endorsed that assessment). With Lora’s aim getting better and better I struggled to dodge away and avoid those stinging snaps. When she saw that Lora was beginning to miss occasionally, Traci reached between my legs from behind and grabbed my balls. When she pulled them HARD back between my legs I could no longer move without risking their loss.

It took only a few more direct hits on the delicate area just under my dickhead to take my mind entirely off arousal and focus it on pain. Lora didn’t relent as my cock started to soften, rather, she seemed to get faster and more accurate, as though she were intent on getting in as many flicks as possible before being stopped. Finally, my dick was totally soft and as tiny as it could get. Lora at last relented. By this time I was hurting so much I didn’t care WHAT they did so long as this abuse of my dick stopped. My balls were aching from Traci squeezing them, my dickhead was on fire and I just wanted it all to stop, this was WAY too much reality for my fantasy to handle.

Lora triumphantly exclaimed to her audience “See, I told you I could take care of it!” She firmly grabbed my dickhead and stretched out my shaft as far as it would go while Traci wrapped the KTB around it just behind the head. With three distinct clicks each lock took it’s place and my erections were now completely out of my control. After ‘her’ lock snapped shut, Lora leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Just wait until it’s MY turn with you, I’ve got a great supply of rubber bands!” Cute little Susan got up and sauntered over to me. I couldn’t help myself. Just watching those tits of hers jiggle every time her high heels clicked on the floor got me aroused.

My cock had just begun to swell when I felt the first prick from the spiked ring around it. It was much too late to stop and as I grew harder the spikes bit harder and sharper. After only a few seconds I closed my eyes and desperately concentrated on my cock, willing it to soften, begging it to soften. I thought pure thoughts. Finally the pain from that damn ring was too much even with such a sexy woman in front of me and my dick relaxed. The pain diminished with it but WHEW this was going to be rough. “Welcome to Kali” Traci said, not even trying to hide the satisfaction she felt at it’s success.

Still breathing heavily (through my nose) Susan led me down some steps into the basement. (The other two held my arms to steady me in recognition of my unfamiliarity with the high-heels I wore, a gesture I appreciated) When I looked around I saw the ceiling was covered with heavy blankets tacked to the joists and they’d had to push aside another quilt in the stairwell.

At one end of the room they’d set up a large child’s swing set frame, at the other a sturdy looking sawhorse was bolted to the floor. (bolted?) Noting my curious expression, Traci explained that they’d done the ‘decorating’ in my honor, they didn’t want anyone to feel ‘inhibited’ from making noise and the blankets effectively muffled sounds. In fact, she said, they’d turned a ‘boom-box’ to max volume there in the basement, and with the blankets in place and the door closed, couldn’t hear a sound right outside the door or outside the house. I was starting to feel some apprehension at all these preparations.

These ladies had clearly done some planning and were taking things to a level I hadn’t expected…what were they planning for me? No, Wait just a minute now. NO! I had to cancel this whole thing, this was going WAY farther than I’d expected. I tested the ‘cuffs on my wrists, no way out of those things without the key. I realized that I had to get through to the girls that things needed to stop. I put on my best, serious expression, pleading with my eyes and body language. I held my ‘cuffed hands away from me, presenting them for a key as though to say ‘well, this has gone far enough, but I’ve changed my mind and let’s end this little game now’. HAH! They recognized my message well enough.

Susan acknowledged that readily.

“Guess you’d like to stop now, huh?” (I enthusiastically nodded at this, and let my eyes show gratitude at her perception) “So you WERE joking about your fantasy?” (more nods) “You didn’t REALLY mean it when you signed that liability release and the slave agreement?” (I was shaking my head ‘no’ as best I could with the high collar) “So…you’d like us to take the chains off and take you back home?” (Slow, grateful nod) “TOO…FUCKING…BAD…ASSHOLE…” (Oh shit, no! ) “You’re OURS until WE say so.” “You DO NOT get a choice anymore and you’re GOING to do EVERY GODDAMNED THING YOU AGREED TO.” You WILL obey and you WILL please us every way we want.” “You’re going to honor that agreement TO THE LETTER”…”And so are we” (this last was said softly, sensually, savoring the words) Oh shit, OH Shit, OH SHIT, they weren’t going to stop, this wasn’t going to end now, they were actually going to go through with this thing.

NO, NO, NOOOOO In moments they had me bent over the end of the sawhorse. (When your balls are being squeezed and yanked hard, thoughts of resisting take a somehow lower priority.) My feet were spread and strapped to the legs and my neck collar fastened to a ring to keep me stretched along the length of the sawhorse. A strap looped around the end of the sawhorse was run across my hips and was tightened to pull my lower torso hard against the wooden surface. More straps around my shoulders kept my upper body plastered down.. Not satisfied, they ran more to secure my thighs against the legs in yet another place. By now I could wiggle my fingers and that was about all.

I only THOUGHT I’d been helpless before. This was a bad, very BAD position to be in. Bent over the end of the sawhorse and strapped as I was, my ass presented itself to be whipped to ribbons should they choose to do so. My strapped balls and ‘Kali’d’ dick had been pulled out through the leg opening of my panties and hung loose and free from any hint of protection from my legs. Even my ‘boobs’ rested quite neatly on either side of the top of the sawhorse and I couldn’t even shift my chest by so much as an inch to defend them. I had no illusion that the skimpy bra I still wore would provide any defense from abuse.

“Traci, why don’t you and Lora go on to bed, I can handle things from here on.” Susan sounded utterly confident with these words. “Ok, I do have an early class tomorrow, oops, I mean today, so you guys have fun now.” With that Traci bent down and gave me a light kiss on the cheek and a somewhat firmer slap on the ass and went upstairs. Lora sounded a bit envious as she commented, “I guess I’ll go to, I’ve got to get my rest for my ‘shift’, I’d hate to give him less than my best effort. In fact, I think instead of going to the gym to workout this morning, I’ll get my exercise working ‘him’ over, it should be a fun day…well for me it will, maybe not for him.”

A Fantasy Realized · Part 2 (2/2)
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