{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"a7bffd60-8103-49bf-9a36-50f97225eccc","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2020-02-28T12:54:49.973Z","title":"Mean Girls' Torture Club","slug":"mean-girls-torture-club","shortId":"5kWyzmp8","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Five girls' fun is one boy's hell.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"af41c994-7968-4d5a-88e9-0a1b92a78683","title":null,"summary":"They'd found him through an online Christian dating site. Nineteen years\n old, a virgin in spite of ","wordCount":6047,"readTime":30,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"They'd found him through an online Christian dating site. Nineteen years\n old, a virgin in spite of being drop dead gorgeous. They loooved hot\n virgins. Said he was looking for the right girl to have his first time \nwith. Real clean cut and innocent, though this hadn't stop him from \nsending a nude pic complete with his lovely erect penis when \"Candy\" had\n asked for it.
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\nThe pic was the deal breaker: he was about to meet the wrong girls.
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\nSo they'd set up a date. They had sent Sarah, the youngest of them with \nthe innocent face and the curly, semi-long, strawberry-blonde locks. \nShe'd met him, her tattoos carefully hidden by long sleeves, at a cafe \ndowntown. She had used all the skills learnt in high school drama \nclasses beguiling him. Her guise made her look perfectly innocent, save \nmaybe for her long, black-painted nails.
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\nShe'd led him through an empty alley where their van was waiting. They'd\n jumped him then, stunned him and packed in the van, and driven away.
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\nAnd here he was now, in the play room in rich Debbie's basement. \nStripped and strapped securely to their favorite torture table, \nspread-eagled on his back and gagged. A sight to behold! He'd said that \nhe did gymnastics, and boy did he have the bod show for it! Not a drop \nof excess fat on that muscular frame. Tall and tan, almost no body hair,\n with a beautiful, angelic face. Put simply: hot as fuck!
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\n And here were they: a pack of she-devils, about to despoil an angel.
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\nThe five women around him examined their prey with pleasure. His big \ncock stood erect with the foreskin pulled back, glistening with oil. It \nstayed upright by a thin wire running around the base and around the \nballs, fastened to a loop at foot of the table. Ready for attention. The\n drug they used on their victims not only resulted in an involuntary \nerection, but caused a powerful non-volitional state of arousal.
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\nGuess you could say that he was in a very vulnerable state! And utterly helpless to stop what was coming.
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\nHe struggled against his unforgiving restraints as the women came \nnearer. He could no doubt see it in their eyes that he was in big \ntrouble.
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\nSteph was the first to take his hard cock in her hands, wrapping long \nand supple fingers around the large glans. Tess and Sarah on each side \nof him started playing with his nipples. A wicked smile came upon Steph \nas, with a moan, the boy tensed against the leather straps keeping him \nfirmly in place. She felt a glow spread out from between her legs as she\n watched his sexy abs flexing, felt the head swell in her grip. Tess and\n Sarah giggled, pinching the nipples with long fingernails. He \nwhimpered, drawing noises of amused pleasure from the women.
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\nSteph looked behind her, at the two tables where their toys lay. The \ntable closer by contained the usual instruments: candles, a selection of whips, a studded sound, nail files, modified battery-operated violet wands, \nelectric flyswatters, an electro-shock sound device, pinwheels. Then, on\n the farther table, the toys they used when they were feeling \nparticularly nasty—and these days they almost always did. Beeswax \ncandles, sandpaper, a higher-voltage electroshock machine complete with a\n sound, needles, a couple of soldering irons and a hair-straightener.

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\nShe looked back from the implements of torture to its object. She \nmarveled at the miracles of modern medicine as she slowly and \ndeliberatly twisted her fingers up and down the head of the engorged sex\n organ. Once they'd be done with it, it'd be bruised, welted, burned, \nand quite possibly bleeding, but still as rock-hard as now. In between \nthere, they'd make him cum hard against his will. Several times.
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\nThose restraints would sure get their use!
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\nRaven-haired Alessa came over to the other side from Steph and grabbed \nhis balls. She caressed them, then gave a good squeeze so that he \ntwitched with a muffled gasp. She smiled. Alessa liked playing with \nballs, and she didn't play fair.
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\nWhile his nipples and genitals were well tended to, Debbie, Alessa' \naunt, her thick black hair done in a tight bun, walked over to the toys.\n Quietly humming to herself, she was going through the whips to pick \none. She was the oldest of them, like fourty-five or so, and quite \nlikely the most sadistic. They all were, of course, but she took extra \nsort of pleasure in the causing of pain itself, loved the act of hurting\n a helpless man. And with her taste in very young men, she was like the \nauntie from hell! She was the mastermind behind their operation, and its\n primary architect. She had the place, and had more or less designed all\n the torture methods they applied.
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\nThe second most sadistic was no doubt young Sarah. That girl was a true \nconnoisseur of the male physiology, in spite of her age, a true expert \nin its most sensitive aspects. She loved to \ntorture cocks. Well, who didn't, of course, but the look of sheer \ndelight on her face when she got a nice big one to play with . . . well,\n you could have sworn there was nothing else she liked doing better. \nWhich, of course, was probably dead on.
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\nTess was in many ways similar to Steph herself. There was the appreance \nof course: both tall and lean with a perpetual tan, except Tess a \ngreen-eyed blonde and Steph a brunette with chocolate eyes. Each had \nthose long-and-slender fingered hands, only Steph kept her nails fairly \nshort where Tess kept hers long like Sarah and always perfectly \nmanicured. She generally painted them white to contast with Sarah's \nblack.
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\nOf course, like Sarah, Tess as well as Steph liked getting their hands \non some juicy cock. And they liked causing pain and discomfort as much \nas the next girl. But they shared a main kink, which was forced orgasms.\n It was a special sense of power: to be able to overrun a man's will, \nbeing in control of his most intimate aspect and use it against him. \nSeeing him try in vain to hold back then cross the point of no return, \nlistening to his helpless moans, watching him shaking. Feeling the cock \ntwitch powerlessly in your hands as it surrended. Then mercilessly \ncontinuing to work it as he whimpered and begged into his gag and \nspasmed uncontrollably in his binds. Turning pleasure into torture.
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\nJust thinking about it, Steph's twist had gotten more deliberate. And \nwith the attention on the nipples and the balls, it seemed as though the\n boy was already struggling to hold back. Realizing what he was doing, \nshe relented. It was too early for that. A good torture session needed \ncareful structure so as to build proper tension. She settled on running \none finger slowly all around the oiled surface of the nicely shaped \nhead. That seemed to be plenty for now. He was breathing heavily, toned \npecs heaving. The girls shared looks and grinned.
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\n \"Well,\" Debbie said as she walked over, stiletto heals clicking. She'd \npicked a cat 'o nine, the tails draped over her left hand. \"Did we bring\n him all the way here to make him feel comfortable?\" As if that\n were how he was feeling! She jerked her head. \"Alessa, Steph, and \nSarah, choose whips. Tess, you're first on nipple duty. Steph, won't you\n be a dear and light some candles?\"
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\nThey did as told, then taking their places around the awaiting victim. \nSarah was grinning like a little girl in a candy shop (except a lot more\n vicious!). She was down to her sleeveless top now, her arms tattooed \nfrom shoulder to above wrist. Biting her lower lip, she ran the tip of \nher chosen riding-crop up and down the impressive length of the boy's \ncock. She looked down at him, met his eye and gave a wink.
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\n\"Alright,\" Debbie said. She'd wound the cat all the way behind her back,\n holding the tips the tails with her left hand's fingertips. \"On my go\".
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\nThe others readied their whips, Tess catching the boy's nipples between her nails.
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\nDebbie's left hand fingers loosened just a bit before she said, \"Go!\"
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\nThen began the smacks and the whimpers and the giggles.
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\nAfter the third coating of candle wax was whipped off his genitals, \ntheir beautiful victim was already sweating in spite of the cool \nbasement air. This did not stop him from shivering as well. Or was it \ntrembling? Steph could never get such distinctions straight. He was \nbreathing heavily, his eyes closed as if trying to escape anywhere but \nhere. It was cute! After all, they had only finished with the warmup \nround! Then she supposed he was hardly the first one.
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\nDebbie told Tess to re-oil his cock, to clean off the last black and red\n residue specs of wax and to make it nice and slippery again. She \nhappily got to it. The attention seemed to put some life back into him \nas well. Steph had been ildly running her hand over the muscles of his \nupper body, and now they flexed again. Strong and subdued. It was so \nfucking hot!
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\nWatching Tess' eager hands' meticulous work and the gleam in her eye, \nSteph knew that the girl's mind was traveling the same routes as hers \nearlier. Toward forced orgasms. As Tess then noticed Steph watcing, she \ngrinned kind of bashful. Then she switched to using her nails on the \nglans. Smiling, Sarah joined her in this, as this was their typical \nshared routine. The reaction from him to this kind of attention was \npredicable — albeit very satisfying, as evinced by the young ladies' big\n grins and the immediately increased intensity of their work.
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\nDebbie walked over, applying oil on the studded sound. She nodded at his\n twitching. \"Good, girls. Keep that going. Steph, take the nipples, \nplease.\"
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\nSteph likewise was happy to comply. She positioned herself at the head \nof the table. The way the table was designed was to keep you as immobile\n as possible. With a strap around the neck and the fixed gag, the boy \ncould turn his head only marginally. So she rested her breasts over his \nface as she reached for his nipples. The vibrations from his noises \nwould tickle pleasantly. In fact, as she was quite physically aroused, \neven feeling her breasts on him felt really hot. He stirred underneath \nthem, quietly moaning, and she grinned dreamily.
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\nThe reactions and vibrations then intensified quite bit, as Debbie took a\n firm grip on the base of the boy's cock and unseremoniously rammed the \nsound inside his urethra, sinking it in deep. She twisted it around a \nwhile, then started to move it up and down in a circular motion. All the\n while he bucked and spasmed and whimpered and begged. The younger women\n each kept their own duties going, while making various noises of \namusement and pleasure: cooing, sighing, snickering, laughing. The \ncombined psychological and physiological stimulation was causing Steph \ndeep euphoria.
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\nAlessa, having observed the goings for a while, then came and attended \nto his balls again. She caught each in one hand and kneeded them in \nbetween her fingers with varying hardness.
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\nSoon the boy seemed to grow resigned to the situation, becoming less \nspastic and more uniformly tensed against the restraints, altough still \nwith twitches at steady intervals. It was fun trying to bring those \nabout. His sexy body utterly at their mercy (or lack thereof), they were\n loving every second! With a lip-biting smile, Tess traced the shape of \nhis hard abs with her left hand index finger while continuing to work on\n the cockhead with the nails of the other hand. Sarah seemed mesmerized \nby her part, using both hands now. Debbie was her usual firm self, \nalthough that cruel little smile on her red-painted lips spoke volumes. \nHer eyes were shining! Alessa seemed to more or less take after her \naunt, handling his testes with cool composure and a slight cruel twist \nof a smile.
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\nThis treatment went on for many wonderful minutes. Perhaps slightly less\n worderful for him. He should have been glad to receive such avid \nattention from lovely eager ladies! If he was then he certainly hid it \nwell. The wealth of emotion he was showing seemed to be of a vastly \ndifferent quality. Steph was actually quite surprised he did not cum, as\n so many boys in his position would have. Especially with the added nail\n stimulation. It wasn't pleasure, of course, but rather an automatic \nbodily response to the intensity of sensation. Not that it was even the \ngoal of the treatment, just a fun little side-effect.
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\nAfter a while, Tess and Sarah switched from their nails to pinwheels. \nAlessa joined them in this. While a relatively tame instrument in \nitself, in the right context it could be quite an evil little device of \ntorment, especially when applied with skill and especially when it was \nmore then one at once. So while the boy's cock continued to be \npenetrated, the spiky wheels circled all over the sensitive head, wicked\n expressions on the faces of their wielders.
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\nAfter the wheels came the turn of the nail files. The three women \nalternated between rasping the sensitive contours of his glans and using\n the files to give it little flicks every now and then. His dislike if \nthis seemed to be on par with their like of it.
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\nWhile the young women tested different instruments and approaches, \nDebbie kept a steady rhythm, madly focused as if it was her holy duty to\n rape his cock hole.
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\nSteph was almost jealous of them, but then she was also having a good \ntime with her tits on his face. And there was a different sort of \nintimacy in playing with his nipples. It greatly added to the sensation,\n as there was a connection between them and the penis. Made everything \nfeel more for him, intensifying the experience and giving it a more \nwhole-body quality. Increased the overall sense of invasiveness of the \ntreatment, increased vulnerability. At least that was her understanding \nof it, based on her own experience. And while some claimed that nipples \ndid not work for boys they did for girls, what she'd seen made her not \nbuy any of that.
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\nPlus from this perspective she could admire her friends work. Their \ndedication, skill, and the great pleasure they took in torturing this \nhelpless sexy young thing in their hands. His beautiful suffering. It \nwas all quite lovely.
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\nAfter some more minutes, Debbie stopped fucking the cock and set the \nsound aside. Adding more oil, then, she took the whole cock for herself,\n firmly stroking it with both hands. Her handjob was as artless as it \nwas relentless. The young women watched in something like awe as the boy\n was obviously soon about to come. His animal instincts were telling him\n to arch his back but the restraints kept him flat against the table, \nmuscles nevertheless working of their own accord. He breathed in gasps \naround his whimpering, shaking more intensively as the inevitable climax\n neared. A goddamn hot display! Trying to apply Debbie-like \nrelentlessness to working his nipples, the supremely aroused Steph felt \nas if she could have come herself.
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\nBy the time his cock started to squirt out Debbie's, stroking had gone \nfrom firm to rough. Semen came in a couple of bigger surges, the rest \nleaking down Debbies tight-squeezing fingers. The table creaked as the \nboy struggled with mighty futility, the sound erupting from deep within \nfrom his throat impressively primitive. In his gag, he was trying to \nrepeat, \"please, please, please\". Or perhaps it was \"stop, stop, stop\"? \nHe had already tried both. It was great when they begged!
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\nNeither the begging nor the orgasm slowed Debbie's grinding hand, \npumping the swollen cockhead without remission. The boy's nipples \nstretched as Steph rolled them hard in between her fingers. Everyone \nstared mesmerized at the spasmodic boy, their hands fondling his flexed \nmuscles.
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\nFinally Debbie relented, releasing the cock which remained standing up \nas hard as ever. The drug keeping the boy in its thrall despite the \nclimax.
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\n\"There, that's first,\" Debbie said, satisfied. The first time ever for \nhim, been made cum by a woman's hand, and the first one of the evening. \n\"Hand me a candle, please\"
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\nSarah handed one out to the woman, and without further ado she started \nto drip more wax onto the big, hard cock. This fired him up again, and \nthe muffled sqeals of pain held a different color of urgency than the \nnoises from the other stimulation. Post-orgasmic senstitivy made those \nnerve-endings nice and receptive.
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\nDebbie glanced up at Sarah, saw the girl's hungry look, and grinned. \"You grab one too.\"
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\nHappily smiling, Sarah quickly snatched one off the table. She joined \nDebbie in assaulting the whimpering, twitching boy's beautiful penis \nwith the burning wax. Debbie let her finish with it, and once the organ \nwas caked over, said, \"Ok, girls. Use the files to get the wax off. \nHere.\" She came to take Steph's place. \"You help them.\"
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\nWith Debbie in the nipples, they set to do as told, the four eager young\n ladies. Working the waxed cock with the nail files. Steph took a hold \non the shaft near the base, enjoying the feeling of it expanding and \ncontracting as the cock responded to the stimulus.
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\n\"Once you're done,\" Debbie said. \"Another coat.\"
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\nThey grinned.
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\nAfter the futilely struggling boy's sex organ was cleaned off the wax, \nthen, the four women took candles and poured more on it. His reactions \nremained delightful. This coating they took of with the combined force \nof the nail files and some whips. Afterward, they oiled the cock again \nand went at it with more pinwheels. The more raw and sensitive he got, \nthe more effect those things seemed to have on him.
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\nThey were still busy with the wheels, as Debbie let go of his nipples \nand went over to the implement table. She picked up a multi outlet from \nthe floor and started plugging in the violet wands.
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\nAs the girls saw this, nastly smiles came upon them all. Time to up the intensity a little.
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\nTime for a little electricity!
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\nThe boy had taken the electro-torture really well. Well, for him, of \ncourse meaning terribly—but the girls sure had had a fun time! As with \nthe whips and wax earlier, it was evident that he was a real wimp about \npain. Too bad for him. And too good for them!
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\nThey had used both the electric flyswatters and the violet wands on him.\n His reactions to their attentions had been really precious: the spasms,\n the twitches, the hopeless attempts to avoid the girls' shockers as \nthey'd greedily covered his genitals with their buzzing, crackling \nkisses. And of course all his adorable noises. The poor hottie just \ncould not keep from begging! Even when it should have been obvious that \nthose only further encouraged his tormentors.
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\nSteph had repositioned herself to sit on the boy's face, her own toward \nthe rest of him. She'd removed her underwear to feel his hot skin \nagainst her bare pussy. Her clit and labia pressed against the bridge of\n his nose, she was brought to the gates of heaven by his head's shaking \nand the vibrations from his noises. It was only too bad the rest of his \nbeautiful face was covered by her miniskirt. At least there was the rest\n of him to look at.
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\nShe was back on nipple duty, playing with the other one with her hand \nand the other with a violet wand, alternating the two between each \nnipple. Tess and Sarah worked on the cock, the former masturbating it \nwhile the latter switched back and forth between using a violet wand and\n a modified electric flyswatter to shock the tip. Sarah focused \nespecially on the slit area. That was a particularly sensitive part of \nthe penis, and his reactions sure did prove that. She grinned like a \ndemoness at his muffled squeals from underneath Steph's skirts.
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\nThe electricity from the two devices were of slightly different nature. \nThe wand offered a more steady current whereas the swatter provided a \nsharp blow-like zap. The latter had been modified by removing the grid \npart so as to leave the handle with two thin electrodes at the end, \nmaking it more of a prod or a taser. A perfect little toy for cock \ntorture!
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\nAlessa then joined them, using a wand on the boy's balls and anus. \nSeemed to add to the totality nicely, judging by the rising note in his \nwhimpers. They carried on like this for some time, savoring his \ndelicious agony, with Debbie standing over to the side, observing their \nwork with a satisfied little smile in the corner of her mouth. It was \nthe woman's favorite sight, Steph knew: a beautiful, unwilling young \nboy, stripped naked and tied up helpless, sexually tortured by a group \nof eager sadistas.
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\nFinally Tess got the whole cock for herself and, with a circling motion \naround the glans, forced their victim to the threshold of another \nclimax, while Alessa kept attention on his balls. His reactions was on \npar with the previous forced orgasm, with the shaking and the noises, \nand Tess was all pearly-toothed grins as she exercised her dominion over\n the most intimate aspect of his body. His body was hers. His cock was \nhers. His orgasm was hers. To do with as she pleased. All this shone \nstarkly in her eyes as they drank in the spectacle of his hopeless \nstruggling. The expression on her face that of a cruel empress torturing\n her subject.
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\nAnd so he came. And Tess kept on stroking. Her fingers twisted \nmercilessly around the head as she wholeheartedly enjoyed her supreme \npower over his body and soul. Steph was certainly enjoying the ride as \nwell, rocking her soaking pussy against his face while tugging on his \nnipples. She even allowed herself a small orgasm from the boy's writhing\n underneath her, but was still saving the best for later. With the \nreverberations from his noises, his face was the best fucking vibrator \nshe'd ever used!
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\nAfter some more twisting, Tess switched to using her fingertips, then \nthe nails of both hand, raking them up and down the head. Soon Sarah \njoined her. They worked on the cockhead with their fingers and their \nnails for some time, then picked up the shockers again. With aid from \nAlessa, they spent another fifteen minutes or so electrocuting the \nsensitive glans.
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\nDebbie then brought the electric sounding machine, applying oil on the \nprobe. The smiling younger women gave her room as she came over. She \nturned on the dial and there was a soothing hum from the main unit. She \nthen grabbed the cock and touched the probe on the slit, moving it up \nand down along its length without sticking it in. Electricity buzzed. \nThe boy reacted appropriately. Then, with a small smile, she sank the \nbuzzing probe in his urethra. He went rigid, a low sound of shock \nstarting from his chest and adopting squealish quality as it reached his\n throat. Debbie turned up the dial, started to slowly fuck him with the \nprobe. He trashed and moaned, and he begged. With Debbie's prompting the\n other girls joined in with their shockers.
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\nIt was such fun! The cool basement room filled with the sounds of the \nproceedings: the buzz and crackle of electricity, the creaking of the \ntable and the leather restraints with the boy's futile struggles, the \nnoises of helpless distress from him and of aroused merriment from the \ngirls. Tess held the shaft of the cock with one hand and used a wand on \nits head with the other. Debbie kept fucking with the sound, turning the\n dial up every now and then. Sarah held her wand on the cock, with his \nother nipple pinched between the nails of her left hand. Steph played \nwith the other nipple while using the wand likewise on the cock, \nswitching every now and then to shock the nipple. Alessa had the \nmodified flyswatter in one hand and a violet wand in the other. She used\n them alternatively on his balls, his anus, and (of course) his cock.
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\nYou could say that the boy was being very thoroughly stimulated!
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\nThe women took their time exploring all around his sensitive parts, his \nentire cock electrified. It being so nice and big, there was plenty of \nroom for all, even during those moments when all shockers were focused \non the glans. Shocked from within and without! The arousal effect of the\n drug, Debbie had explained, made it all the worse for him. Making it a \nsexual experience in a way - the most awful way, that was! Explained \npartly how intense torture often made guys cum. (It wasn't for pleasure,\n that was for sure!) Tortured to an orgasm, what a terrible experience -\n or wonderful, depended from which end you were looking at it!
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\nIn any case, despite the intense stimulation, the boy did not cum. And \nafter the ladies had had their fill of this particular entertainment, \nthey decided to take a little break. Once Steph somewhat reluctantly \nrose off the boy, she found the top part of his face soaked with her \npussy juice. Although she wondered if there weren't tears mixed in as \nwell.
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\nThe younger women stepped outside to share a joint, while Debbie stayed behind to ride the boy out of his virginity.
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\nOutside air was cool and refreshing. The girls passed the joint around \nmostly in silence, with just a few comments on what a lovely time they'd\n had do far, how smoking hot their victim was and how pleasing his \nperformance had been. And how glad they were there was still more ahead!
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\nThe weed was the sort of strain that got Steph really horny, and made \nher tingle all over. And by the time they returned to the basement, they\n were refreshed and eager to take the torture session to another level.
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\nDebbie was just having an orgasm on the boy as they entered, and it \nlikely wasn't the first one. She rode him vigorously but also lovingly \nin some perverted sense. Like a mother raping her first born son. She \nused a riding crop to swat him, red stripes on his chest, belly, arms, \nand thighs. She had attached clamps on his nipples and they were joined \nby a chain. She held the chain in one hand like reins, the nipples \nstretched out. The boy did not seem to enjoy the ride quite as much as \nshe did. Debbie's underwear were placed over his face, and under them it\n seemed as though he was holding back cry. So cute!
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\nThe now pleasantly high girls gathered around their victim — taunting \nthe boy, with their teasing hands all over his defenseless muscular body\n — while Debbie finished raping him. They let him know for the first \ntime, verbally, how much they were enjoying playing with him, how \nbeautiful he was and how exciting his pain and discomfort were, and how \nthey were far from done with him. He had himself to blame. He just \nshouldn't have been so gorgeous, and he definitely shouldn't have gone playing with strangers online!
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\nMaybe it was this that brought Debbie to another orgasm. In any case, it seemed to be a very good one!
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\nWhen the lady was done, she rose off the boy's cock. It was slick with her juices.
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\nHe was a virgin no more.
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\n\"So,\" Debbie said, sitting onto his thighs, idly stroking the wet cock. \"Anyone else want a go?\"
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\nThe girls shared a look, and then the shyly grinning Tess raised her hand.
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\nDebbie smiled. \"Excellent!\"
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\nBiting her lip, Tess removed her leather leggings and panties and \npositioned the latter on the boy's face, as Debbie took hers back. Then,\n inheriting Debbie's crop, she climbed on him. A truly blissful \nexpression came onto her face as her wet pussy devoured his thick, long \ncock. She started to rock back and forth. \"Oh my God!\" she moaned. The \nnails of her left hand biting into his peck.
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\nIt was fun watching Tess ride him, turning wilder as she went, swatting \nwith the crop to accentuate her moans, his whimpers providing the \nbackground. And it was even more fun to participate! The girls did their\n best to increase the boy's distress: with pinches and whips, raking \ntheir nails on him, playing with the nipple clamps, squeezing his balls.\n And then they took the shockers. Exploring all over his naked, \nvulnerable flesh.
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\n\"Careful so you don't hit me!\" Tess cried as Alessa went for his balls and anus with the modified swatter.
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\nAnd once Tess came, the others took their turns on him. Everyone having a\n grand old time. Well, except maybe for the life of the party himself.
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\nLast to go was Steph. She was practically shivering with lust by then! \nShe put her panties on the boy's face as the others had, climbing onto \nhim. She grabbed the cock and rubbed the large head against her wetness.\n Her legs shook from the anticipation. Then she sank it in, her mouth \ncoming open spontaneously. She felt herself getting filled, waves of \npleasure swirling and surging all over her. Feeling his big tortured \ncock inside her, she almost came right away.
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\nShe held back and started riding. Leaning backwards, sinking her nails \ninto his muscular thighs. Sarah and Tess removed the clamps and started \nusing riding crops on his nipples. That was the last thing Steph \nregistered before closing her eyes, and the world went away. Leaving \nonly ecstatic pleasure.
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\nShe had no idea how much time passed before a furious orgasm shook her \nbody. Everything went white in her eyes for a few minutes. Shaking from \nhead to toe, she kept rocking herself on the nice hunk of meat as wave \nafter wave of convulsing bliss engulfed her. When she opened her eyes, \nTess and Sarah were grinning at her, while still landing bullseye swats \non the boy's reddened nipples.
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\n\"Welcome back,\" Sarah said.
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\n\"Thank you,\" Steph uttered through a dreamy smile.
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\nAs she then rose off his cock, Steph realized she was no less horny. It \nwas both disappointing and relieving. Perhaps emphasis the latter, as \nshe did not want this good time to end. Nor would it.
\n
\nLooking at the handsome young man they had just taken turns raping, she \nfelt an overwhelming desire to cause him even more anguish. To make him \nwhimper and writhe. She wanted to make him suffer!
\n
\nWith a mean grin, she sat back onto his thighs and started to work his \ncock with both hands, trying her best to emulate Debbie's earlier vigor.\n To her pleasure, the boy went rigid again. His cock must have been so \nsore by now! The grinning Tess and Sarah started to flick and pinch his \nnipples.
\n
\nWhile the girls had fucked him, the boy had not cum once. But in Steph's\n handling it was soon evident that another orgasm was forthcoming. It \nwas also evident that he was not happy about this. And that was \nprecisely how Steph wanted it. She kept a merciless rhythm. As his \nshaking and breathing then intensified with the nearing edge, she \nfocused the twirling motion on the glans. It was so sexy to feel the \nhead swell in her tight grip as he was about to cross over. Tess and \nSarah were pinching his nipples aggressively. He whimpered.
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\nAnd he came. And he came hard. It made him strain against his \nunforgiving restraints as intensely as torture had. Well, this was just \nanother kind of torture, after all. The best kind, in Steph's opinion. \nShe kept unremitting attention on the cock, twisting vigorously. She was\n loving the feeling of his swollen flesh in her hand, loving his \ntwitches and shaking, loving his muffled begging and whimpering, loving \nthe sight of his struggling, of his sexy flexed abs which Tess and Sarah\n idly fingered while working his nipples... She was loving it!
\n
\nHe, not so much. And, glancing up, it didn't seem her going to get any \nbreak, either. Debbie was already lighting the beeswax candles.
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\nSteph kept the post-orgasm torture going a while longer, using different\n approaches in keeping attention on the hypersensitive cockhead. And \nwhen she finally stopped, she then grabbed the candle handed by Debbie.
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\nRaising it over his penis.
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\nAfter a few coats of beeswax (burning much hotter than regular candles),\n removed with sandpaper, the boy's ever-hard cock was angry red, abraded\n in many parts. Wickedly grinning Sarah was toying with it with the tips\n of her nails. Dancing them up and down and around the head. And as \nexpected, eventually Tess joined the girl.
\n
\nMeanwhile, Debbie was setting up the electro-shock machine, her own \ndesign. It was one evil piece of boy-torture equipment! The device had \nvarious parts for different aspects of the male anatomy. The sounding \nunit, a long metal rod, of course went in the urethra. Then there was \nthe metallic, dildo-shaped probe for the anus. There were large clamps \nfor the testes and smaller ones for the nipples. And in addition to \nthese, several long metal thingies with plastic handles - electrodes, \nSteph supposed. The way it worked was when one of the thingies was \ntouched on something all parts fired up at once. The thingies, of \ncourse, were used on the various sensitive areas of his body. The whole \nthing made for one electrified experience!
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\nOnce it was all set up, Debbie flicked a switch and the main unit \nstarted to hum and buzz ominously. The sound brought smiles on the \nwomen's lips, just as it seemed to agitate their lovely victim.
\n
\nShe then brought it closer, and started to set the boy up. The dildo in \nhis ass. Clamps on his balls and on his nipples. And the sound down the \nlength of his urethra. He did not seem to enjoy being set up this way. \nHe would hate it when they started!
\n
\nWhen everything else was ready, the women picked one electrode-thingy \neach, settling around the table. They watched him for a while, letting \nthe anticipation build. The shared looks. It was almost as if everyone \nwas too shy to be the first.
\n
\nWith a shrug, Sarah then went ahead. She touched the tip of her \nelectrode on, no surprises there, his cock. As the metal touched on the \nlower end of the shaft, everything buzzed louder. With a muffled squeal,\n the boy jolted. Shock hitting several sensitive areas at once. Sarah \ngrinned. Following her example, Debbie likewise touched the shaft. Same \neffect. Then Alessa. Then Steph. The boy whimpered. He started to \nshiver.
\n
\nThe women traded mean smiles.
\n
\nAnd then they all went at once. Poking at the cock with the electrodes, \nas he squealed in his hoarse voice and struggled involuntarily. The \nstarted with the shaft, slowly, touch by touch, moving up until they \nreached the head. Then all five electrodes circled the glans. The cock \ntwitching and swelling against the pain.
\n
\nThey paused, savoring the sight of him. Panting, shaking. Moaning as if about to cry.
\n
\nDebbie turned the dial to increase voltage.
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\nThen they continued.
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\nThe boy came twice with the electricity! First time had been during the \nregular round. They haven't even noticed anything from all his \nstruggling and whimpering and crying, until they'd pulled out the sound \nand seen the semen. The second orgasm had been after they had stuck some\n needles into his nipples and into the cockhead and then continued with \nthe electricity. Touching the needles with the electrodes in order to \nlead the current into his flesh. This second climax had been incredibly \nintense. Impossible to miss. The inversion of ecstatic pleasure. A pure \npaingasm!
\n
\nHe was pretty much all spent, doused in sweat, shaking and sobbing \nquietly. The bleeding had more or less stopped after the removal of the \nlast needle, the ointment they rubbed on him having done its job. Seemed\n to have hurt quite a bit too, to their amusement! His penis smelled of \nalcohol after it. Steph stared at the lovely abused sex organ, while she\n absently played with one of the needles still piercing his nipples. The\n cock was sight to behold. Bruises. Welts. Burns from electricity and \nbeeswax. Bleeding. And still hard as a rock!
\n
\nAnd there was still the finale.
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\nOn the table behind her, the irons were heating. The soldering irons. The hair straightener. A smell of burning dust in the air.
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\nSoon it would be the smell of something else burning!
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\nSteph caught the head of the cock in between her fingertips. The boy spasmed against his binds with a whimper.
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\nThere was some more life left in him.
\n

\nShe grinned.

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