Chapter 4

I don't know how I could ever have fallen asleep that night, but at some point I must have, because I awakened to the sensation of someone slapping my face as hard as possible.

At last my eyes were able to focus, and I saw that it was Kathy standing there by the table. When she saw that I was awake, she stopped slapping me, then stood quietly surveying the effects of what Herr Nunnemacher had done. She said softly, "Well, I guess all we can do is find out if it did any good."

She then walked to the winch, released the lock, and began to slowly lower my body to the tabletop. Even with everything that had been done to me the night before, the pain I felt from my abused muscles was the worst of all. My eyes filled with tears, and gasps of breath flowed past my lips. For her part, my wife just stood there, waiting for me to settle down.

Finally, my body came to terms with what had been done to it, and I lay quietly, waiting for her to speak. Instead of saying anything, though, she remained silent as she did something to release the air pressure in the rubber sleeve that held my penis in its tight grip, then pulled it away. The thing that had received so much abuse the night before lay flaccid on my abdomen, looking like nothing more than a bright-red worm which was twitching in its death throes. Given the way it felt, that was probably an accurate description.

With disgust dripping from every word, Kathy hissed, "For Christ's sake! Can't you even do something as simple as keep that worthless thing hard for me?" She took a small bottle from her pocket, said only, "Drink this," and tipped its contents into my open mouth.

Satisfied that I had swallowed every drop of the drug, she continued, "Hans told me that the effects of last night's dosage would last for 24 hours, but it's obvious that wasn't the case with you. I'm glad I told him to give you an extra-strong dose today, because we have lots of fun things to do, and I want to make sure you're going to cooperate."

The effects of the medicine were almost immediate, probably because there was still some of last night's dose remaining in my system. Almost before the last drop had reached my stomach, the pitiful little worm between my legs started to throb and then to stiffen. In the space of a few heartbeats, it was standing at full attention, and I was sure it was bigger than it had ever been. I was hoping that Kathy shared my estimation, and to my great pleasure, I heard her say, "It actually looks bigger, doesn't it? Maybe there's hope for you, after all."

Saying nothing further, she reached in her pocket and brought out a cloth measuring tape, which she held alongside my penis. Instead of expressing any approval, though, she just snorted in disgust, then said, "It's just barely five inches long! I guess that's an improvement over what you had before, but it's so much shorter than Hans' or Wolfie's that you'll probably never get that big. They said you got what they called 'Stage One' treatments last night, and that there are two more stages we could try. Do you think we should?"

By then my trance-like state had returned, and once again the only words that would pass my lips were, "Yes, Mistress."

She stood there in silence for several seconds before continuing in the husky voice that always signals her arousal, "You probably didn't know that all the torture chambers have cameras in them. Hans and I were watching last night when Wolfgang was working on you, and it made me so hot that I spent all the time riding his cock. God! I may never get enough of it. I guess I've built up a lot of need after wasting all those years letting you fuck me. Anyway, when we saw Wolfie fucking you in the ass, and then how eager you were to suck him clean, Hans said something about you being one of a small group of men who could be trained to do special things for their wives. Then when you passed out, and Wolfie pissed in your face, as soon as you came to you had your mouth open, trying to drink it. Hans said that made him more sure than ever that you're one of the special ones. That made me so proud of you, honey."

My chest swelled with pride at her words. She'd never before said anything like that, and just to know she was proud of me, even if I had no idea why, gave me a very special feeling deep inside. I knew right then that I'd do whatever it took to not only continue her approval of me, but to increase it if at all possible.

She then opened a small box that had been lying beside me on the table, which I had not seen before. Saying only, "I need to get you ready for what we're going to do today," she took a small metal ring from the box. Her fingers did something to open the ring, and I could see one end was sharply pointed, while the other had a small loop attached to it. Before I could even guess the purpose of the thing, she pinched one of my nipples, pulled it sharply upward, and then pushed the needle point through the stretched flesh. Almost before I could gasp with pain, she had fastened the ends together, then stood there surveying her handiwork.

She must have approved, for without hesitation she picked up another ring of equal size and quickly inserted it in my other nipple. Through ears ringing with pain, I heard her say, "Just three more to go, honey. It's kind of fun, isn't it?"

"Fun" was the last word I would have chosen to describe what she was doing to me, but in my drugged state, and shackled immobile to the tabletop, it was beyond my ability to do anything to make her stop. Of course, making her stop was the last thing I would have done, because by then she had taken a third, larger ring from the box and opened it as she had done with the first two. Her left hand was on the shaft of my little dick, and that contact felt so good that I thought I was going to pass out once again.

Even though I knew what was intended for the third ring, I still couldn't stifle the cry of pain that escaped my lips when she began to slowly push the needle through the head of the thing she was gripping so tightly. She said sharply, "Shut up, you fucking wimp! Can't you act like a man even when your own wife is holding your pitiful little weenie?" That made me so ashamed that I did my best to remain silent, but even so, I couldn't prevent a small groan of pain when the point broke through the opposite side of my glans, and she snapped the ring closed.

The fourth ring she took out of the box was even larger, and when she began to massage my sac in order to loosen it, I began to whimper even before she held the pointed end against the testicle she had selected. She had gripped the sac right below the left ball, and it looked for all the world as if there were a small chicken egg sitting on top of her hand. Unlike the hard shell of an egg, though, the thinly-stretched skin did nothing to slow the easy entry of the needle, and again I could not keep quiet as it worked its agonizing way into, then completely through, that very tender part of any man's body. By the time she had closed the fourth ring, my entire body was trembling with pain and fear, and I was sure I'd never be able to stay conscious when she inserted the final ring in the target she'd selected.

Almost as if she were trying to tease me, she held the fifth ring up for my inspection. Although my eyes were blurred with tears, I could see the thing was different, and much larger, that the one she'd just pushed through my left testicle. What had been a slim needle in that one was a tube at least 1/4" in diameter in the second. The tube was open on one end, while the other had been necked down to a point. Not only that, but almost its entire length of almost three inches was covered with backward-pointing barbs!

Kathy smiled as she saw understanding dawn on my face. She then broke into laughter before saying, "Yep. This one's for your right nut, honey. We have something special planned for it, but I'm not going to give away the secret just yet. All I can say is that when Wolfie was fucking me last night, he showed it to me and then described how it'll be used. Jesus H. Christ! I started cumming all over his monster, and didn't think I'd ever stop."

She paused then, as if recollecting a fond memory, before continuing, "I wish you could have been there to watch, honey. You remember all those times you begged me to roll over so you could butt-fuck me? Well, last night no one had to beg me. I just put Hans' cock in my cunt and then lay down on top of him. I reached back and spread my cheeks, and Wolfie got the message. You were right about how good it'd feel, by the way. But I guess you already know all about that, don't you?" She then broke out in laughter again, and I knew she was remembering watching the video of Herr Nunnemacher doing that very same thing to me. Strangely enough, when I thought of what I'd felt then, my heart started pounding so fast I feared it would burst.

With no further warning, she gripped my sac below my right testicle, then squeezed tightly to stretch the skin as much as possible. Placing the point of the tube where she wanted it to penetrate, she began to push with all her might. As the point entered my ball, followed by the first set of barbs, a scream of agony burst from my throat that must have been heard throughout the hotel. That did nothing to stop her, though, and the tube inexorably shortened as it was pushed deeper and deeper. I must have passed out about the time the thing was halfway through, because when I was again aware of my surroundings, she was just closing the two ends together. Her final act was to hook a small chain to the ring in the head of my little dick, and then stand back to survey her work with approval.

She caressed my perspiring face while looking into my eyes with the sweetest expression I'd ever seen. When she was sure I could understand what she wanted to tell me, she said, "All done now, honey. Now you're ready for your visit to the stables in a little while. Right now, though, I'm sure you're just as hungry as I am, so let's go have breakfast."

The mundane nature of what she'd said left my mind completely blank, and I'm sure I'd have been unable to speak even without the effects of the drug. Here was my very own loving wife, after overseeing my utter humiliation and degradation the previous night, and then pushing five rings through the most tender parts of my body, the last of which gave me unbearable agony, now acting as if it were a perfectly ordinary day and suggesting we go eat breakfast.

She evidently was not as nonplussed, since she began to unshackle me. After helping me to stand on unsteady legs, she placed one of my arms over her shoulders, then helped me to walk to the door. Once there, I was again able to walk unaided, and she picked up the end of the chain from where it had been dragging on the floor. After ordering me to turn off the lights and close the door, she jerked sharply on the chain, then laughed at the moan that escaped my lips. She asked, "You liked that, didn't you, honey?"

Once again, the only words I was capable of uttering were, "Yes, Mistress."

Rather than walking directly to the elevator, Kathy led me to another of the doors, then ordered me to open it for her. As soon as I'd done so, she walked into the room quickly, jerking the chain to make me follow her. There was nothing in the small room to tell me its purpose, other than a single valve on the wall with a hose attached to it, and a ragged towel hanging nearby. However, when she pointed to a hole in the floor, then said, "Do what you need to do, and be quick about it," I understood what was expected of me. As if it had been waiting for hours for me to notice, my overly-full bladder announced it needed attention right then, and I reached down to point my penis at the hole. She said, "Don't touch! All you want to do is jack off, isn't it?" She then used her own hand to aim me, and despite the thrill I felt when she touched my little weenie, my urgent need was paramount, and my stream burst forth.

She patiently waited until the last drops had fallen from the tip, then jerked the chain again to lead me to the valve on the wall. She took the hose off its hook, turned the valve to its full force, and began spraying my body with the ice-cold water, saying nothing other than curt instructions to spread wider or to lift my arms. At last satisfied with her efforts to get me clean enough to accompany her in public, she told me to dry myself with the towel. That accomplished, we resumed our journey to the elevator, and from there to the main floor and the dining room.

Despite Kathy's impatience, we were the first of the guests to arrive, much to my relief. Even in my drugged state, I dreaded walking naked and erect into a room full of people who were essentially strangers to me. She seemed to be entirely at ease with that prospect, and I was fascinated by the change that had come over her in the past few days. What had once been my quiet, reserved wife was now a self-confident, worldly woman who had spent the previous night being gang-fucked by other men while her husband was being tortured, at her direction and express wish. I loved that change, and couldn't wait to see what would happen next.

Another jerk on the chain served to snap me out of my reverie, and made me follow her to an ornately-carved stone column in the center of the room. It obviously had been originally intended to support the floor overhead, and still did so. However, a second use had been added at some time in the past, and that use was demonstrated by the sets of handcuffs stored on a metal peg in the column, as well as several iron rings secured to it approximately six feet above the floor.

As expected, Kathy removed one set of handcuffs from the peg, then ordered me to turn around and hold my hands behind my back. When my wrists were securely bound, she pulled the glans chain back between my legs, then ordered me to my knees. As soon as I had dropped to that position, she fastened the lead chain to one of the metal rings. The effect was to stretch my tiny member uncomfortably, but even more than that, it pressed up against my balls, driving the barbed tube even deeper into my agony-filled right nut. I tried to adjust my position to allow some slack in the chain, but as soon as I did so, she readjusted it to maintain the tension.

Just when I thought the pain had become unbearable, a beautiful distraction came walking through the door. It was Carol and her German husband, and she was as naked as I. I have to confess that I never even saw him, other than to note that he was leading her by a chain, almost exactly as Kathy had led me. The only difference was that hers was attached to two rings that had been run through her pussy lips, but it was easy to see that when he jerked the chain, it caused her as much pain as did mine when my wife did that same thing.

The rings and chain weren't what transfixed me, though, as exciting as they were. What really turned me on was that her crotch, like mine, had also been shaved clean and smooth, and my eyes never left that sight until she was also handcuffed and chained to the stone column, in a manner similar to mine.

It was only when she turned her back slightly to me that I had my first glimpse of her perfect backside, and its smooth roundness was a sight to behold. Her cheeks were entrancing in their own right, but made even more so by a series of red stripes that I at first thought were lipstick, but quickly realized were lash marks. It was then that I recalled the sounds I'd heard through the dungeon door the previous night. I knew now that the whipping I'd heard had been administered to her beautiful globes, and the moans of pain and arousal had come from her lovely throat.

Again my attention was drawn to the door, as the other German couple entered. The buxom Helga, also completely nude, was following her similarly rotund husband, who like Kathy and Carol's husband was also leading her by a chain attached to a ring in her private parts. I at first thought the ring was in her labia, as Carol's had been, but as she drew nearer, my breathing completely stopped when I saw her magnificent clitoris, easily two inches long, had been pierced by a ring that was identical to the one in my glans. Helga's reaction to the sharp pulls on the chain told me that she was feeling even more pain than I was, and every one was accompanied by either a gasp or a moan.

She did not need to turn around for me to see her lash marks, for they were on her front side. Her pendulous breasts were hanging loosely, and had the appearance of having been stretched all night, just as my little dick had. Unlike the poor results in my case, though, Helga's tits were absolutely huge! Even without her leaning forward at all, the nipples swayed at almost waist level. In addition to that, they had surely been whipped, because both were crisscrossed with twice as many red stripes as was Carol's lovely butt.

She was soon handcuffed and chained to the post, on the side of me opposite Carol. The three of us knelt there in silence, each trying to gain just the slightest bit of slack in our chains, but having no success. We could do nothing but watch our husbands and wife seat themselves at a nearby table, where they began to speak quietly with their heads bent close to one another. I was sure they were planning what would be done to us following the meal, and the fantasies that ran through my head right then were more than enough to distract me, as I'm sure they were to my companions.

Breakfast was served to the three sitting at the table, and it looked so delicious that my stomach immediately began to growl. I don't know if that same thing happened to Carol, but I do know that Helga was similarly affected by the sight of food. The rumblings that came from her abdomen were almost enough to shake the floor.

After the three had eaten more than half their meal, the waiter approached us carrying three bowls, and when he placed them on the floor in front of each of us, I saw they contained some sort of hot cereal or porridge. Compared to what our spouses were eating, that was poor fare, indeed, but we didn't care. Helga was the first to lean forward, and despite her gasps of pain as her movement caused her poor clit to be stretched even further, she began to lick avidly at the contents of her bowl. Carol and I followed her actions, and soon the only focus of our lives were the bowls and the small amount of food they contained.

My bowl was empty much sooner than those of the women chained beside me, and I was still hungry. As I raised my head to see if anything else were to be brought to us, Kathy looked my way, obviously understanding my need. She said, "Don't worry, honey. We're planning a big dessert for you after awhile. Just hold on for a few minutes more." The two men joined her in laughing in delight, while I was left wondering what she could possibly mean. I was sure any questions would be answered before much longer.

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As soon as their fruit cups were empty, the three diners stood. They walked over to where we were, and then unfastened our chains and removed our handcuffs. Carol was led first from the room, with Helga close behind her, and me in the rear. And what a rear it was! Helga was walking in front of Kathy, and slightly to the side. Her huge rear end was swaying and jiggling like two bowls of Jell-o, and the sight was completely captivating to me. The only thing that could have made it better would have been if my face could have been buried between her globes.

We left the main building of the resort, where we had been since checking in. It must have been a rear door that we were led through, for the view was completely different than what I'd seen when we drove up to the front door only the day before. The surroundings were attractive, and consisted of a well-manicured lawn with lots of careful landscaping features. All of that faded into the background, though, when I saw we were heading toward a building that looked very much like a barn, and had a sign with the single word, "STABLES," painted on it.

I knew then that not only would I be watching women being bred by stud animals, more than likely those animals would be providing the same service to me. That thought was almost more than I could bear, and I longed to beg Kathy to hurry, to drag me to the mounting table, and to give me to every animal in the stable. Since I was completely under the spell of the drug she'd given me shortly before, that was an impossible thing to do, so all I could do was follow meekly behind her.