Marie and I would meet whenever we could, as the drive was long for us both. Hotel rooms, candles, excellent lovemaking – this is what I looked forward to during vapid work weeks. Her long blonde hair hung thick and silky around her pretty face and strong chin. She had a habit of teasing me merely by lying upon her stomach, her perfect little ass in the air which to me was better than vessel of cold lemon water, which I indulged to lick and suck like a man dying of thirst. So young and tasty was Marie that I fell under her spell to some extent; yet always a predator, forever thinking of my next sexual conquest, I cut way back on the daily text messages and phone calls. At first she stalked me with calls and whatnot, but quickly her efforts died down. She’d gotten the message and took it well for such a young girl. Her mother Liz, however, did not.

I had never met Liz, only spoken with her over the phone. Marie had sent a few pics of Liz from her cellphone; her infidelities and alcoholism had lead to divorce, yet for a woman who bore two children and conducted what some might call a “hard life,” Liz was indeed a slim, pretty MILF. I had just retired to bed alone, when I awakened from dozing by the insistent ringing of my doorbell. I opened the door, and in the moonlight I recognized her. “Let me in!” she said. From the corner of my eye, I noticed a neighbor’s light come on, so to avoid further embarrassment, I let her enter. She asked for a drink, and although I no longer imbibe, I poured her a double Pinch scotch, neat. She sipped it demurely, and kicked off her shoes, wriggling her nylon-clad feet inches from my face. I commented that she must be exhausted from her six-hour drive. She yawned. “Rub them.” And I did. I was in my underwear. She could see the profound arousal and buried her toes into my genitals. I closed my eyes and just went with it. Soon, her stocking-clad toes were in my mouth as I plunged in and out of the very same canal through which Marie had passed 18 years and one month ago.

I dozed atop her, still inside her. I awoke to the following words in my ear: “You’re either going to marry Marie, or you will marry me. And if you don’t,” she said, pausing to make certain I was listening, “if you don’t, then your sexual career will end permanently.”

I looked at her, a bit afraid but not overly so, considering our current position. “What do you mean by that?” I asked, trying to sound strong and in control.

“Marie and I are going to destroy your life. Simple enough for ya?” she replied. Immediately I recoiled, pulling away from her, my limp cock swinging obscenely beneath me, still glistening with her evil fluids. I glowered down at her.

“You’re fucking nuts!” I said. “The two of you! Get out and leave me alone.” Easier said than done. Over the weeks that followed, I received calls at home and at work, from one or both of these two insane females. They vandalized my BMW, and my house both inside and out. The police were completely useless, as these two were smart enough not to leave any DNA or fingerprints, and lied very effectively to investigating officers. They emailed naked photos of me to most of my co-workers and even my boss, and my attitude suffered so greatly at work that by mid-June, I was fired. That afternoon, I sat on my couch, head in my hands, and wept, cursing life, knowing I was on the brink of some great life-changing moment. Despondent, desperate, and alone, bottoming out at an all-time low.

As if reading my mind, a text message alert came through. It read, “Meet us at the usual hotel tonight at 11:00. We want one last thing from you. Then we’ll be gone.” Oh geez, here it comes, I thought, and I went online to check my cash balance. Quickly I packed a few things, then visited two local banks to withdraw equally from each $9,950 cash in $50 increments. I was hoping twenty grand would be enough to buy them off, and send them away forever. I was so wrong. At 11:00, they were waiting outside the hotel. No one smiled. Each grabbed a wrist and lead me through the lobby, to the elevator, to their room on the top floor. It was off season so the hotel was sparsely occupied but this floor, except for them, appeared to be deserted. Once inside their room, I dropped my bags. Marie went through my things, and found the cash. “Look, Ma: he thinks he’s gonna buy us off!” she said, giggling afterwards. So did Liz.

“What do you fucking bitches WANT from me?” I asked. Liz glared at me.

“I want you naked. Now!” At this, Liz pulled out a Benchmade folding blade and clicked it open. Light shimmered off the finely honed and razor sharp blade. I complied. Liz ordered Marie naked, and she did undress but seemed very uncomfortable getting nude in front of her mother. Marie stripped off her clothing. I became aroused, despite my despondency and anger. Liz stepped in front of me and grabbed my cock and balls hard. I gasped. “I’ll take your money. But this is what I really want. I want an end to your sexual career,” she hissed, teeth bared. “I want you to give me your family jewels.”

The realization of my situation closed in on me. They had pretty thoroughly destroyed my life. Not the police, nor my ingenuity, my drive – nothing short of murder would save me from these two psychotics. I was trapped and cornered, and felt no other choice but to agree with this bitch. “You’ll have to take them.” I said.

She tightened her grip and I dropped to my knees, as she dropped with me so as not to let up on her vice-like hold. “No! I said you will give them to me. I’m not a criminal neither is my daughter. You’re the criminal – fucking young girls and their helpless mothers, teasing people less fortunate than you. It ends now, asshole,” she hissed, and she pointed. I followed the direction of her finger, and what I saw puzzled me. It was an old-fashioned powerful electric spit turner, the kind used in large barbeque smokers. An octagonal spit jutted from the motor. This was firmly attached to the radiator heating unit on the wall directly between and across from the two beds, evidently by Liz, with steel clamps, nuts and bolts that could be removed only with a socket wrench. I saw the socket set nearby, confirming that indeed, she or Marie attached it. Next to it was a spool of 16 gauge wire. I still had no clue what all this meant.

As if reading my thoughts, Liz’s well rehearsed answer came in reply: “We will help you loop the wire around the base of your penis and your scrotum; the end of the wire you will tie to the octagonal spit. You will then plug in the electric motor, lie down on the floor, and slip your wrists and ankles into these,” she said, holding up four lengths of thick metal chains attached to the feet of the two double beds which were anchored to the floor. “Marie and I will watch. When the spit turns and the wire gets taught, you can start counting down the seconds until the wire very slowly slices through your skin and muscles like butter.”

I very nearly peed myself and felt my sphincter tighten. “I’ll bleed out! I’ll die! You want your daughter to spend her life in prison along with you?”

Liz smiled darkly. “No you won’t. I was a Med-Surg nurse and I’m prepared to sew you up. Marie will catheterize you first, she’s a good med-tech. You’ll live. And when it’s over, you will hand us your jewels and start life over, without any more hassling of innocents like us.”

I launched into a barrage of profanity and started getting dressed. Liz stopped me with words. “You really should consider this. Your life will be hell, for as long as you live, if you walk out of here now.” I looked to Marie for any kind of sympathy, and saw none. Marie sat with her hands in her lap, absently toying with her pussy. I thought I could smell it. To think I once eagerly mouthed that filthy evil triangle. I hated them both, I really truly hated their guts. I would do anything to get rid of them. Liz loosened her grip, and fondled my cock and balls. “We’ll give you one last experience as a full man, to get you through the longest, loneliest nights.” Instantly and against my will, my cock swelled instantly to full proportions. Fine. Internally I agreed.

I walked over to the radiator and picked up the wire spool. I tried looping it around myself but couldn’t do it. My hands were shaking too badly. Liz motioned to Marie, and the two of them very deftly looped the wire several times around the base of my cock, then tightly around my sack – both of which started turning purple. Liz gave the whole package a few light smacks, and I fell to my knees, grunting in pain. Marie unwound the entire spool of wire, probably twenty-five feet or so, and attached the other end to the spit. It was time. They were silent, looking at me, at the electrical cord protruding from the motor, and at the socket. Taking a deep breath, I plugged the cord into the outlet. Immediately the powerful motor hummed to life, and the spit began to rotate. The first loop of wire wound around the octagonal steel spit. “Lay down,” Liz said. I backed up between the two beds. Marie opened and unfolded a plastic disposable painter’s tarp, upon which I laid. I fixed myself to the two ankle chains and the left wrist chain. Marie’s long blonde hair hung down and tickled my neck as she leaned across me and affixed my right wrist to the chain. I tried forward-backward movement, and found it impossible. I guess the shrinks call it “fight or flight” – whatever, it kicked in. I started thrashing, screaming obscenities at them. They frowned at each other.

Marie was always fond of my tongue, and sat backwards upon my face, effectively cutting off all airflow with her anus smashing my nose and her moist, fragrant pussy completely covering my screaming mouth. I started to panic, and she sat down harder, all 122 pounds of her. I decided to try calming myself, despite about 45 seconds with no air whatsoever. This had the desired effect, and Marie rose up high enough to permit me to gulp several lungs full of air. Then down she went again, but not as hard. I inhaled her anus and slurped at her pussy. As I did this, I felt Liz’s mouth close around my cock, the warmth and silky feel of her bringing me back to full arousal. Despite the pain of the wire wrappings, I did enjoy the feel of Liz’s mouth and hands. At that point I started to hold out hope that they would abandon this project and spare me this torture. I was wrong.

Marie rose up high enough so that I could see Liz sucking me, sticking her finger in my ass, and also see the wire slowly wrapping around the spit, getting tighter with each slow revolution. Liz sat down on my cock reverse-cowboy style, and I watched her labia and vulva, red from friction, rhythmically gliding over my cock, her little anus above. Then down went Marie again, and I licked and sucked her clit, forcing my tongue as far into her opening as physics allow. Despite the initial embarrassment of being naked in front of her mother, Marie loosened up; her juices were clear and tangy, and flowing freely down my cheeks. Finally she came, loud and hard, grinding down onto my face with all of her strength, again cutting off my airflow. Liz kept riding me, but from her grunts I could tell she too was close to climax. I was on the brink, fighting back orgasm. Then I felt the pain, and Marie arose in time for me to see that now, the wire was straight-out taut. This was it. “Let me go, I’ll give you anything you want!”

“Not a chance asshole,” grunted Liz as she humped me faster. Marie reached down and started squeezing my balls hard. I yelped, but it was too late, I was over the edge. By then, the wire around my balls was biting into the flesh. I could see blood. WHAM! The first wave of climax hit so hard it was almost painful, as I shot my last-ever load deep into Liz’s hole. I’m glad it lasted, because it introduced natural painkilling compounds into my bloodstream as that damned wire did its awful work. But it hurt like I cannot describe. I screamed, and my balls hit the plastic with an audible PLOP! – a sound I will carry with me to the grave. The second wave of orgasm felt very good, but then the wire started to bite into my cock. I begged through my confusion and pleasure and pain, begged for them to stop this torture. It was Marie who responded. Immediately she ran to the wall and unplugged the spit motor. I continued to shoot pearly cum out onto the plastic. I never came so hard in my entire sexual career.

I did marry Marie. Using supplemental testosterone, we still make love. I know she fucks younger guys sometimes and has zero interest in raising a family, but we’re relatively happy. Even Marie is sick of Liz, and we no longer contact her or respond to her attempts to know us. I love Marie, and am happy in our simple, small town life together. But I do miss my balls, miss the city, and if there’s a moral to this story, I suggest that everyone just do the right thing by other people. Don’t take advantage of others.