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Oh, SHIT! I was caught, and now I was going to suffer for not being more careful! That bitch told me that if I insisted on snooping around that Id be sorry real sorry. But I had to press my luck; Ive always been lucky, and thats why I was the youngest investigative reporter on my paper. Ive wormed my way into and out of situations that have let me expose a lot of things that some very influential people didnt want exposed. Thats why I was also the highest paid reporter on my paper, and why there were many people who would love to see me suffer. I was frog-marched by two guards that looked like professional wrestlers down into a basement. Yep, there she was, the same broad who threatened me, looking like the cat that ate the canary. I could just see the tuft of feathers hanging out of her mouth my feathers this time. I was shackled to rings bolted into the concrete basements floor and ceiling; my wrists were pulled up and out and my ankles were spread a couple of feet apart. Then she approached. Damn! Thats a helluva big knife shes holding. I tensed for some blood play; talking wasnt going to do me any good today. Surprise! She just slashed my shirt, belt, and trousers so that they literally fell off of me. Now she slipped that blade under my briefs, and off they came I was naked except for my shoes and socks. I didnt like this! She walked around me, sizing me up they way a rancher would look over a horse that hes thinking of buying. She even pried my mouth open to look at my teeth. I was damned if I would give her the satisfaction of asking for mercy (she wouldnt give it if I did). Yipe! She grabbed me by my balls and yanked down on them! Caught me by surprise and I let out a yelp. Gotta watch that. She nodded to the two guards and they took a strain on the ropes from my wrists. I came up off the floor probably just a few inches, but it felt like a mile and I was spread-eagled in mid air. The guards pulled my shoes and socks off, not bothering to be gentle about it, and this added to the strain in my arms. Then they went over and stood next to one wall, smirking as if they knew whats going to happen next. I wish I knew. NO, I dont! She played with me, just walking slowly around me again, not saying a word, but frazzling my nerves. I tried to calm myself by observing the details of the room, but what I saw was sure not comforting! I was facing two mirrors set at angles so that even with someone right in front of me I could see my genitals. There was a table next to one wall with a hot plate on it and it was already hot. An old-fashioned copper tipped soldering iron and a steel rod about a quarter inch in diameter were heating on it. A wicked looking filleting knife lay beside the hot plate, as did things that looked like very long ice picks or skewers with handles. A pair of butchers scissors lay next to them. There was also what appeared to be an electrical control box. Suddenly she spoke! She taunted me, telling me that she warned me, but since I wouldnt listen she had decided that I must pay by being her toy for a night. As she did so she began stripping off her clothing. She was real slow about it, and it must have taken her over five minutes to strip completely naked. The effect upon me was predictable I rose to the occasion and saluted her with my cock despite the pain of being suspended. With that she walked over to the tray and picked up one of the skewers, then slinked over to me. She wrapped her fingers around my dick and gave it a few strokes just to ensure that it was really hard. Oh, oh! She commented on my guiche and my ampallang with a little sneer in her voice. Now the tip of the skewer began exploring my piss hole; she was surprisingly careful not to jab me as she guided it into my urethra and past my amp. I felt it sliding along my urethra. Ouch! It reached the bend just before my prostate. She adjusted it and slid it further along, tracking its progress with her other hand. The combination of her hand feeling my dick and the skewer inside had me beginning to drip like a leaky faucet. Just as I was beginning to enjoy things, she pushed the point of the skewer into the wall of my urethra I could feel it tear! Another push and it ripped out of me somewhere in the vicinity of my guiche. I jerked uncontrollably! She laughed! Next she approached with another skewer. The point was pressed against the side of my right ball. Oh, so slowly, she increased the pressure until almost with an audible pop it entered my sac and poked into my right nut. I squirmed with the pain, but I also tried to remain still so that she didnt tear my nut. The skewer transitioned to my left nut, then reached the outside of it. A slow thrust finally forced it out of my sac. With a chuckle of delight she brought over the electrical box and hooked wires to the ends of both skewers. Now I knew that I was really in for it! A twist of her fingers on one of the control knobs and a jolt like lightning slammed into my genitals! I howled! I arched upward, trying to escape that searing charge. The power is cut off, and I slumped back down, sweat breaking out all over me. I was panting as if Id run a marathon. Thats when she hit me with another jolt this one stronger and of longer duration. Despite my pain I was aware of an odor of burning meat --- my balls were frying! At last it ceased and I was permitted to hang like a rag doll from my wrist restraints. The skewers had cooked themselves into my flesh, so when she pulled them out they tore bits of my balls and urethra with them. The pain was overwhelming, but one of the guards held an ammonia ampoule under my nose so that I couldnt pass out the bastard! With the skewers out of me my dick was limp and both it and my balls were dripping blood onto the floor. You naughty boy, she cooed, you are dripping all over my nice floor. If you dont stop that, I will stop it for you. Of course I had no control over my bleeding, so it was a foregone conclusion that she would do it for me. She used tongs to pick up the steel rod, which was now red hot. I tried to back away, but the restraints forced me to stay where I was. She cupped my balls in her left hand, then slid forward onto my dick. Despite my will, my dick stiffened as she gently stroked it, then grasped it tightly. The glowing iron came up to my glans and I felt its heat. She touched it to my meatus, causing me to scream and jerk away. No you dont, you bad boy. With that one guard came up behind me and pinioned me so that I cant move at all, while the other grabbed my dick and held it rock steady. With careful aim she pressed the tip of the rod once again into my meatus. I shrieked! She drove that red hot rod up my shaft all the way to my guiche, searing my tender flesh and boring out my prick, finally exiting near my asshole. This time I did faint! I was brought around to again face my torturer, who was now wearing a most wicked grin on her face. She had removed the rod leaving what I later will find to be a hole burned the length of my dick. Now she turned her attention to my balls and scrotum. I didnt like the way that she caressed that thin bladed knife. Again she cupped my balls in her hand, but this time she pressed the point of the knife into my sac, right between my aching balls. Oh, so slowly she pressed it into my sac and out the back side. I tried to keep from screaming, but I failed, although my voice was now almost gone. Once completely through my scrotum, she began to saw her way slowly down my sac, until with a little pop the knife completed its job and my nuts were exposed. A few more strokes to slit away the tunic covering them and my nuts dropped out to hang limply by their cords. Now the scissors came into play. She used them to completely remove my scrotum, using the soldering iron to sear the edges of the cut and stop the bleeding. Just when I thought that there is nothing more that she could do to me, she tied a couple of slender ropes very tightly around my testicular cords, then had her guards cut me down from all other restraints. I collapsed onto the floor, only to be jerked alert by her tugging on my now tethered balls. Follow me like a good doggy! With both of us stark naked, she led me stumbling up the stairs and out into the dark of midnight. Her guards had a car ready, and she got into the back seat. I was forced to stay outside, but my new tether was passed through a window to her hands. With that the car started to move very slowly down the long driveway and I had to keep up with it or lose what remained of my manhood. I do not know how long I followed her. I fell several times, and to my astonishment she immediately stopped the car until I regained my feet. At long last we stopped right by the bend in a slow moving river where a large tree limb hung well out over the water One guard shinnied up the tree and out onto the limb; the rope to my balls was passed to him and he tugged on it. To avoid losing my nuts I gingerly waded out into the stream until I was just below the limb, but now several feet from shore. The SOB tied his end of my rope to the limb, then backed down onto the riverbank, leaving me tethered in icy water up to my waist. I could not reach or jump to the overhanging limb. With a final chuckle and a Have a nice night! they drove off and left me to fend for myself! Rather than wait for hypothermia to set in, after which I knew I would fall and be carried downstream minus my nuts and probably drown in the rushing water, I started working on the knotted ropes holding my testicular cords. They were under water, it was dark, and the rope had swollen from its immersion in the cold river. I could not tell how the rope was knotted and my legs were becoming numb. I feared I should soon fall. My only hope was to climb the rope to reach the limb, and if I was successful I just might succeed in saving my balls! There was really no other choice, so despite my weakened state I was driven by sheer desperation to attempt the impossible! It took three tries, but I finally reached that limb, only to find that it was too large to grip firmly, it was slimy and my wet fingers couldnt maintain my tenuous hold. My last memory is of my hands slipping from the limb as I plummeted backwards into the water! I was rescued by an early morning fisherman who came upon me caught in an eddy. The cold water had reduced my bleeding to the point that I actually lived through the ordeal. My injuries eventually healed, but I have since moved to another state and changed my profession as I no longer wish to gamble on incurring anyones wrath. |