Worshippers, Part 2

When I awakened, Jennie was lying on her side gazing fondly at me. She asked, "Did it really happen? It seems like a dream in so many ways. Did I actually push a needle through the head of your dick, and then beat your nuts with a riding crop?" I told her that seemed to be what had happened, and she threw back the covers and looked at my balls.

"Why aren't they as big as basketballs, then? I remember beating them dozens of times. Are they really sore?"

I placed my hands on my balls and squeezed them gently, then more firmly. I told her there was some tenderness, but actually no more than when she'd put the parachute and weights on them and made me jump up and down. She scooted down and looked closely at my balls, then said they may be slightly bigger than before, but certainly not by much.

All that attention to my crotch was having the predictable effect, and my penis began to stiffen. When she saw it come erect, she said, "I can see where the needle went in and came out. I can't believe you didn't bleed more when I pulled it out. It's amazing it's not bleeding now. How could it heal that fast?"

I pushed her onto her back and mounted her roughly, saying, "I'll teach you, you little bitch! You're going to pay for sticking a needle through my cock and beating my balls! I'm going to put a burning candle so far up your cunt that I'll be able to see the light when you open your mouth!"

She lay back and spread her legs, then reached to my cock and guided it into her. Her pussy wasn't wet, any more than usual, that is, and her flesh resisted my efforts to fuck her. She spread her legs even wider and gave me the entry I so desperately needed. I was still telling her that my candle was going to roast her cunt, and that she would feel it burning deep inside her.

After a few seconds, she began to move her hips in time with my thrusts and to tell me to shove it deeper in her. She began to fantasize along with me, and began to beg me to "roast her pussy" and "cook her cunt". Her vagina was now so wet that I could hear the sounds of slurping as I drove my cock in and out.

She began to beg me to burn her deeper than ever before, and then to threaten to beat my balls with a baseball bat next time. She alternated asking me to cook her cunt and telling me how she was going to take me to her sewing machine and use every needle she had to "make my pitiful little dick look like a porcupine's tail."

I couldn't contain my orgasm any more, and as I visualized my penis completely filled with needles, began to spurt cum deep inside her. I heard her cry out, saying, "Oh God! You're shooting flames in me! I can feel it burning! I'm cumming!" Her back arched to meet my final thrust, and her fingernails dug into my ass, pulling me deep inside her.

We finally returned from wherever we had been, and I rolled off her and we held each other tightly and kissed for a long time. As our breathing evened, she whispered, "We haven't had such a good fuck in a long time. Do you think it's because of last night?"

I told her that I didn't know much about hypnotism, but I recalled reading that post-hypnotic suggestions could be pretty powerful, and that maybe The Master had given such things to us last night. We both agreed that if he had done so, then it was just fine with us. I know we were both hoping that the next fuck would be as good as the last.

Neither of us know how we were able to get through the next five weeks. We wanted nothing more than to again appear before The Master and The Mistress. We longed for their voices telling us to torture one another, we thirsted for the pain that we knew would be ours, and for the ecstasy of release that had been promised us. The days dragged by, and the nights were spent in furious coupling fueled by memories of the time we had spent in the study.

We seemed to be under a compulsion to keep our pubic hair shaved, and we fell into a routine of bathing together each night in our whirlpool tub, then taking turns sitting on the edge with our legs spread while the other plied the razor. I came to know intimately each tiny fold and wrinkle in Jennie's pussy, and always delighted in licking and sucking her freshly-shaved crotch while she sat there. She must have felt the same way about me, for I'm sure she gave me more blowjobs during that period than ever before in our lives. We seemed to live on nothing more than pussy juice and semen, and it must have been a good diet, since we thrived on it.

Even given the best efforts of the clock to make the minutes seem like hours, and the calendar to turn days in to weeks, the time did pass. All-Saints-Eve came on a Saturday night that year, and the Saturday night one week before the fateful date finally arrived. We prepared for bed in our usual manner, and threw back the covers before getting in it. Jennie still kept our magazines behind the headboard, just in case of unexpected visitors, and she reached behind it and brought out the newest edition.

As was normal for me, I was already hard by the time her naked body settled beside mine. We lay side-by-side on our backs, looking through the magazine and becoming more aroused with each page. Finally she dropped the thing to the floor and pulled me on top of her, guiding my cock to her steaming pussy. We began to tell each other what was being done to our respective sex organs, and to thrust our hips faster and faster with the relating of each fantasy.

I was rapidly approaching my "flash point", and could feel the cum beginning to boil in my crotch. I knew Jennie was also close to her climax, because she began to make that special moaning sound deep in her throat that just drives me wild. Suddenly, I could hear quite clearly The Mistress' voice saying, "Do not cum! I forbid you to cum!" My body simply froze in place, and I lost all desire to ejaculate.

At the same time that happened to me, Jennie also ceased her passionate movements and lay still. I raised up on my hands and looked all around the room, sure that The Mistress was standing beside the bed. I saw my wife doing the same thing, and then we looked at each other. I asked, "Did you just now hear The Mistress speak?"

She shook her head. "No. I heard The Master ordering me to not cum. He has to be here in the room with us. I heard him saying that to me." Again she looked around the room, and I did also.

We at last realized that the voices we had heard were internal, and that there was no one else in the room with us. I guessed that when we were in a hypnotic state in The Master's study, he implanted a command in our subconscious mind that would manifest itself when we were on the brink of orgasm. Neither of us could guess why he would have done such a thing, and we decided to "test" our theory by again attempting to cum.

We were still in a state of semi-arousal, since we had not climaxed during our lovemaking session, and I started to move my cock back and forth in her pussy. We again began to talk about our fantasies, and soon were at the edge of cumming once again. At the very moment that I could feel that special tingle in the head of my cock that signaled the beginning of my orgasm, The Mistress again commanded me, "Do not cum! I forbid you to cum!", and I stopped moving, just as before.

Jennie was not yet at her peak, and she continued to move under me and to moan. She realized that I was no longer moving with her, and opened her eyes, asking, "Did you hear her again?" I said that it was exactly as before, and that I had not been able to cum. She was desperate to orgasm by that time, and begged me to help her cum. I knew that my tongue was always better at arousing her than my cock, so I slid down her body and began to lick and suck her cunt. Soon she was moaning deep in her throat, and I knew she would soon be over the edge.

Suddenly she stopped moaning, and yelled, "Leave me alone!" I raised my head from her crotch and asked, "What did I do?"

She replied, "Not you. It was him again. He wouldn't let me cum. Why is he doing this to us? I can't think of anything else. I have to cum!"

I could see that she was thoroughly aroused, and really did need the release that an orgasm would bring, so I once again lowered my mouth to her pussy. She quickly began to hump my tongue, and once again began moaning. Suddenly she began cursing, "Damn him to Hell! Make him leave me alone! Get out of my mind, you bastard!" She began sobbing with her frustration, and pulled me to her and held me tightly. I had never felt the overwhelming need to cum that she had, and that was the case now. Ejaculation had always come easily to me, and for that reason it was not the extra-special thing it was to Jennie.

She finally calmed a bit, and asked, "What are we going to do? We have to be able to cum. It's all I can think of now. Why did he do this to us?"

I was unable to answer her question, and did my best to soothe her. Her breathing evened, and we were able to talk calmly about the situation. I told her that it was my guess that The Master and The Mistress had implanted those commands to keep us from cumming for the week prior to the ceremony, in order to make us more "horny". I said that since there was no way for us to contact them until next Saturday, there was simply nothing we could do about it.

Jennie finally accepted the explanation, and we resolved to go to sleep, and as she said, "Try again in the morning". We continued to hug and after what seemed a long time, slipped into sleep.

I awakened to the feel of moist warmth on my cock, and realized that I had a hard-on. The second thing I realized was that Jennie was sucking it, seeming almost desperate to arouse me. I made a questioning sound, and she realized that I was awake. She immediately swung her leg over my head and lowered her pussy to my mouth. It was obvious that she was turned on, as evidenced by the juices overflowing from her slit.

I was mostly still asleep, but started to lick and tongue her out of habit. She immediately moaned and ground her crotch against my mouth, then sat up and screamed, "God damn you, let me cum! You bastard! I need to cum!" Again she turned around and lay beside me, sobbing with her desperate need to experience orgasm. I tried to comfort her as well as I could, and finally she quieted.

I had thought that my own need to cum would be easily pushed to the back of my mind, but was soon proved wrong. Since I had brought home that first magazine many months ago, my wife and I had been engaging in one sort of sex or another nearly every day. I had climaxed at least once then, sometimes twice, and on a few occassions three times. It was obvious that I was now a "sex addict", and this sudden withdrawal from my daily release caused my mind to dwell more and more on that one subject.

Like a drug addict desperate for his next "fix", I now began to think about sex nearly all the time. At work the following day, I found myself staring at the women in my office, fantasizing about them being undressed, and doing various things to me. In the large room of work cubicles that I passed through while walking to my office, there were several steel posts that supported the floor above. I fantasized repeatedly about being tied naked to one of those, with all my female co-workers gathered around me, in the nude, and waiting their turn to insert very long needles through my cock and balls.

Jennie seemed to have even a worse time of it than I did. She was in tears every day when I returned from work, and confessed to having spent most of the day playing with herself, trying desperately to have an orgasm. Her nipples seemed to be erect 24 hours a day, and I could smell her pussy juices anytime we were close. We continued to couple frantically each night, with no results other than to increase the level of our frustration and need.

By the time Saturday morning dawned, we were both in pretty bad shape. I don't know that either of us slept more than a few minutes at a time during the entire night. My cock was hard virtually all the time, and the pre-cum seeped from it steadily, as if it were trying to relieve itself without any help from my brain.

We bathed, shaved, and dressed many hours before our scheduled meeting in the parking lot in the city. I can think of no better way to make sure that we would appear as "guests of honor" than the method that The Master had chosen. We were simply desperate to achieve orgasm, and since he held the key to our doing so, we would do anything in our power to be in his presence once again.

We pulled into space 38 in the parking lot fully one hour before the time we were to meet the limousine, which had been specified as 9:30 p.m., and sat in our car waiting and fantasizing. I don't see how we could have become any more aroused than we already were, but it seemed that we did. We stared constantly at the entrance to the lot, and when we finally saw The Master's car, literally cried with delight.

As before, the rear door of the limousine opened and we entered. This time, however, we were alone in the rear compartment. As soon as we were seated, the chauffeur's voice came through the speaker, saying, "Good evening, Sir and Madam. The Master sends his apologies that he was unable to be here to meet you in person. I'm sure that you understand that his position as leader of the organization requires him to be with the other members on this most important of days. I will drive you to his residence, where he and The Mistress will greet you." We heard the microphone click off, and then the car moved ahead.

The drive seemed to take forever, but finally we felt the car come to a halt, and then in a few seconds the rear door opened. The driver welcomed us to The Master's home, and asked us to follow him. We again entered the house from the garage, but this time we were led down the hallway in a different direction.

We came to a door, which our escort opened. There was a stairway behind the door, and we descended it to the basement of the house. I had been in many basements in my lifetime, but never one like this. The ceiling seemed to be at least 12' above our heads, and there was expensive paneling and plush carpeting, even though we were in what appeared to be just another hallway.

As we walked behind the driver, we could hear what sounded like chanting coming from somewhere ahead of us. The sound was loudest as we passed a set of large double doors, and then faded slightly as we continued to walk down the hall. Soon we came to a door, which was opened and held for us by the man. As we walked in, he asked us to please be seated and The Master and The Mistress would join us shortly. When the door closed behind him, the chanting could no longer be heard. We seated ourselves on a small couch, the type usually called a "loveseat", and tried to contain our impatience.

After a wait of a few minutes, the door again opened and our hosts walked in. The Master looked at Jennie's haggard appearance and her flushed face, and immediately came to her and pulled her to her feet. He hugged her to him and said, "My dear heart, I'm sorry I did this to you. I had no idea that withholding your orgasms for seven days would have such a devastating effect on you. Please accept my apologies. I can only assure you that when you finally orgasm tonight, it will be the best, the strongest, and the longest you have ever had. I hope that will allow you to forgive me."

Jennie smiled weakly, and said simply, "You didn't need to do that to us. We would have come anyway."

The Master said, "Dear girl, it was done to ensure that your level of sexual arousal would be very high. Your willingness to attend the ceremony was never in doubt. Again, please accept my apologies."

He then turned to me and we shook hands, and he welcomed me to his home. That this was not a normal sort of social situation was revealed by his next words. "We would like very much for both of you to now remove your clothing, in order that you can be prepared for the ceremony. I think that I had mentioned before that one of our members is a physician. He'll be joining us shortly to assess your health. We have to be sure that you won't be endangered in any way by what is done to you tonight."

We made no reply to this, merely began to remove our clothing. As the last article was placed on the loveseat, the door again opened and a man walked in. I was startled to see that he was wearing a mask which covered his eyes and nose, and looked questioningly at The Master.

He acknowledged my look by saying, "This is our physician. He is well-known in the city, and for that reason is wearing a mask to conceal his identity. As you will see later, all our members, except for my wife and I, are masked tonight. As I've told you before, we have to protect ourselves."

Both Jennie and I nodded in understanding. The man approached us and offered his hand, first to Jennie and then to me. He didn't give us his name, but instead turned to The Master and exclaimed, "Good Lord, John. What have you done to this poor girl? What was the length of the compulsion you instilled in them? Surely it was at least a month to cause her to look like this."

The Master replied that he had used the standard seven-day compulsion against orgasm, and really had no idea that Jennie had such a need, or he would have made it only two days. Anyone could tell just by looking at my wife that she was extremely aroused. Her nipples were harder and more distended than I had ever seen. Her upper legs were glistening with her juices, and her mouth was slightly open, allowing her to draw gasping breaths. I knew that if the compulsion were removed, she would orgasm just by squeezing her legs together, probably several times in succession. I hoped for her sake that she would be allowed to do just that before much more time passed.

The doctor asked us to sit side-by-side on one of two examining tables that were setting in the other end of the room, and we walked to it and did that. He removed a stethoscope from a cabinet, and used it to listen to our hearts and to check our lungs. He checked our blood pressures and pulses, and then said, "He's fit as a fiddle, and will have no problems. This poor woman is in a state of arousal that most women can only dream about. I'd advise you to not get between her and the ceremony. It's my guess that wild horses couldn't keep her away." Jennie had the presence of mind to blush slightly and smile, nodding her head at the truth of his words. In truth, my own anticipation, while not as great as hers, was becoming great, and I wanted nothing more than to get the ceremony underway.

The Master glanced at a very ornate, old-fashioned, clock hanging on the wall, which showed the time to be 10:50. He looked at us and said, "The ceremony will start promptly at 11:00. You will be tortured for approximately one hour, with each minute bringing you greater arousal and agony. What we do to you is designed to have you both at the peak of your arousal at midnight, and it is at that time that the ceremony will be completed."

He then assisted Jennie off the table, and asked us to follow him. The doctor went first, and opened the door and held it while we re-entered the hallway. The Master then went first, followed by Jennie. The Mistress was next in line, and I was immediately behind her. The other man followed after closing the door behind us.

We stood waiting at the door to the room where I had heard the chanting. I didn't see any type of clock around us, and wondered when The Master would know to enter. Suddenly a ringing tone seemed to echo through the door, and he opened it and walked through. I realized that we were hearing a clock sound the hour of 11:00, and as the tone repeated every second, we all entered the door.

The room was darkened, except for an area at one end. I could see several people seated at the edge of the lighted area, but they were too much in darkness to make out any details other than that they all seemed to be wearing dark-colored robes. The ones closer to the light were wearing masks similar to the one we had already seen, and I assumed that the rest were also.

The place to which we were led was lighted by floodlights that were mounted to the ceiling. They were focused on two circles hanging in the air, each about 3' in diameter, and maybe 6' above the floor. As we got closer, I could see that they resembled the sort of wheels that used to be on covered wagons, but didn't have the axle hubs. Each of the wheels had what appeared to be a single handcuff hanging from opposite edges, and I immediately guessed their purpose.

The Master led Jennie beneath one of the wheels, and ordered her to stop. The Mistress led me beneath the other and repeated the order. I estimated that Jennie and I were about 10' apart, and probably 10' in front of the seated watchers.

I heard The Master tell Jennie to raise her hands above her head, and saw her immediately comply. The Mistress ordered me to do the same. As I looked up at the wheel, I could see that the handcuffs were actually leather bands about 4" wide, and were hanging from the wheel by a short length of chain. I saw The Master place one of the cuffs around Jennie's wrist and buckle it in place, and as he secured her other arm, The Mistress fastened the two cuffs about my wrists.

The doctor was apparently going to act as assistant, because he then approached us carrying two wooden rods that looked to be at least 5' in length. Fastened to each end of the rods was another cuff similar to the ones now holding our wrists securely to the wheels. He handed one of the rods to The Master and the other to The Mistress. The Master knelt in front of Jennie and ordered her to spread her legs, which she did quickly. He then fastened the cuffs around her ankles. I was close enough to see the juices literally running down her thighs, and also to hear her low moans as she began to actually live the fantasy she had for so long only dreamed about.

Seeing her state of arousal served to heighten my own, and my cock was soon bouncing up and down with my excitement. I was eager for The Mistress to order me to spread my own legs, and hurried to obey her when she did so. Soon my ankles were spread as wide as Jennie's, and I knew she could see that my arousal was approaching hers. I could see her looking at my penis as it jerked up and down, and that only served to make me hotter.

As soon as The Master and The Mistress stood, he began to recite the opening part of the ceremony, saying, "We have come together on this most holy of nights to offer our prayers to our Lord and Master. We twelve couples have been joined by this couple, making our number that most holy of numbers: thirteen. This man and this woman have come to us willingly, and have asked that their suffering and arousal be sent forth as part of our prayers to our Lord. Do the members of this group accept this man and this woman as our representatives?"

With one voice, the watchers said, "Yes, we accept their arousal and their suffering in our name."

The Master then faced away from the group, and seemed to be looking at a spot behind us. He extended his right arm with the palm up, and slowly raised it. I immediately heard an electrical hum, and could feel the cuffs tighten on my wrists. As I looked up, I saw the wheel slowly rising. I looked at Jennie's wheel, and it was doing the same. As her arms stretched above her head, and her feet left the floor, her moans of arousal increased in frequency.

I felt my arms and then my shoulders accept my weight, and could feel pain in them as they tried to adjust to the unaccustomed position. By the time my feet were also above the floor, the muscles in my neck and upper back were in pain. The Mistress noticed my distress and whispered to me, "The pain in your shoulders is bearable. You will be able to forget about it. Disregard the pain now."

Suddenly the pain was reduced to less than an ache, and I couldn't understand why it had seemed so strong just seconds before. I looked down at my cock, and could see that it was even harder than before due to the unnatural stretching of my body. I saw a large bead of pre-cum on the head, and as I watched, it began to slowly stretch into a glistening string. I looked at Jennie hanging before me and could see that her eyes were glazed and there were fresh drops of moisture on her pussy lips.

The assistant walked forward with two whips in his hands, and handed one to The Master and the other to The Mistress. As she stood before me, I could see that the whip was similar to the flogger that Jennie had ordered from the magazine, but that the handle was longer and the thongs were made of heavier leather and there seemed to be more of them.

The Mistress nodded her head to the helper, and I again heard the humming sound from above my head. The wheel began to rotate, and stopped only when I was facing away from the watchers. I turned my head to the side and could see Jennie still hanging in the same position as before, and gazing intently at me. At that instant, I felt a burst of pain in my buttocks, and knew that The Mistress had struck them with her whip. I cried out more in surprise than pain, but as the second stroke landed, my second cry was from pain. Instantly my ass seemed to burn with fire, and I could feel it spreading down to my legs and up to my abdomen.

The third stroke seemed to be even stronger than the second, and I again cried out with the agonizing pain it produced. Jennie had whipped me with our flogger, but compared to this, it was just play-acting. I was now being viciously whipped, and it felt as if my skin was being torn from my body. As the next strokes landed on my ass in quick succession, I looked at Jennie. Her eyes were even more glazed than before, and her mouth was hanging open as she gasped for air. She was humping the air, demonstrating her arousal for all to see.

I don't know how many times The Mistress lashed me, but based on what was next done to Jennie, I assume it was ten. If I had been required to guess a number, it would have been closer to 100. My butt seemed to be covered with hot coals, and by the time the whipping had ended, I was crying unashamedly and I could feel the tears dripping from my face.

When there was a pause in the whipping, I looked around and could feel the wheel again turning. It returned me to my previous position, and I was again facing my wife. As soon as I came to a rest, her wheel rotated her so that she was now facing away from the seated members. I saw The Master raise his whip high in the air, and then bring it down with all his might, striking Jennie's beautiful backside.

She cried out, just as I had done. However, in contrast to my reaction, she tried to push her ass closer to The Master, as if begging for further strokes. I could see red stripes appear on her perfect flesh, quickly followed by a second set as the whip again struck her. She cried out again, and her moaning became even louder than before. I could hear her whispering between her cries and moans, and the single word she kept repeating was, "Please. Please. Please." I knew that she was begging The Master to whip her even harder, and he tried his best to do so.

By the time she had received ten strokes, she was crying, moaning, and begging seemingly all at the same time. Her whole existence seemed to center on her ass, which was now almost completely covered by the red stripes. I was amazed that the lashes hadn't broken the skin, and that blood wasn't pouring from the wounds.

The Master stopped whipping Jennie and nodded his head. Her wheel rotated so she was once again facing me, and then mine turned until I was facing the watchers. The Mistress stood beside me and began draping the thongs of her whip over my rampant penis, then pulling them slowly off. The caresses of the lashes were driving me to a frenzy, and I began to buck my hips. She smiled, then raised the whip high and brought it down across my swollen member with all the force in her arm.

Again I cried out, and then whimpered and moaned. My brain seemed to be telling me that I must escape the lashes, followed immediately by the message that I needed to thrust my cock forward to receive even more. My hips began to thrust with even more force as they drew my penis back to escape, then forward to present it for more punishment. Again and again, she brought the whip crashing down on my member, then reversed the strokes and brought it up against the more tender underside.

I had reached the point in my sexual frenzy where I was no longer voicing my pain, but was increasingly living the fantasy. The Mistress sensed that I needed a new level of stimulation, and directed her attentions to a new target: my testicles. She brought the thongs whistling upward toward my unprotected balls, hanging there so exposed to her. As the first stroke impacted, I was immediately brought from my fantasy and back to the reality of agonizing pain. My screams must have again satisfied her, for I could see her smiling as she again and again whipped my most tender parts.

Finally it ended. I was almost unconscious with the pain in my genitals, and could do nothing other than gasp for air and moan loudly, all the while with tears streaming from my eyes. I saw her nod again, and my wheel rotated until I was facing my darling. She was transfixed by what had just taken place, and was still thrusting her hips back and forth as she tried to find relief from her overpowering need to cum. Soon she was re-positioned to face the audience, and The Master took his place beside her.

His first stroke landed across her breasts, savaging her erect nipples. Before her gasp of pain had ceased, the second stroke landed. The Master changed his target slightly with each stroke, and soon her tits were entirely covered with lash marks. Before he had completed the second stroke, she was thrusting her breasts forward, as if begging for more. Her eyes were once again glazed over, and her cries of pain and moans of arousal were almost continuous.

The Master then redirected his efforts toward her crotch, bringing the whip upward against her slit time after time, with each stroke accompanied by her screams and moans. The thongs of the whip were soon glistening with her moisture, and that sight seemed to arouse me to a higher level of passion. The obvious sexual stimulation she was receiving from the whipping, combined with the burning I was feeling from my own whipping, became the center of my existence, and I longed to feel the thongs again.

All too soon, The Master ceased whipping her. As the tears dripped from her face and fell to the floor, I knew that I had never in my life seen such a beautiful sight as this most precious person hanging there covered with whip marks and lost in a sexual passion higher than any she had ever experienced. Her nipples were simply huge, and looked to be as hard as steel. Her hips were thrusting faster than before, and her moans were continuous.

Jennie was left in position, and I was once again turned to face the watchers. The assistant again came forward, this time handing The Mistress two long needles. I knew their purpose, and knew that my fantasy was to at last be realized. When she knelt in front of me, I was unable to control my hip movement until she ordered me to stop it.

When I ceased my thrusting, she held the shaft of my cock in her left hand and placed the point of one of the needles against the side of its head. She looked up at me to make sure I was watching, and then very slowly pushed the needle into my flesh. My cock was already on fire from the whipping it had so recently received, but this new stimulation was of an entirely different kind. When Jennie had pushed the needle through it a month earlier, the head of my cock felt nothing but a slight amount of pressure and stinging.

What I felt now was simply an intolerable invasion of my body. A scream tore from my throat as the point entered me, and the burning seemed to consume first the head of my cock, then the shaft, and then to spread throughout my midsection. I don't know how long my agonized wailing continued, for I felt as if I had passed out without ever losing my ability to see. I will recall for the rest of my life the sight of The Mistress' hand forcing the needle deep into my cock, and then how the flesh on the opposite side rose up in a dimple before the point broke through. I begged my body to jerk away from her hand, but it would not obey me. The compulsion she had given me to stop moving my hips held me immobile.

Finally the needle was pushed through far enough to center it in the head of my cock. When she was satisfied with its position, she then placed the second one against the underside and again began to slowly push it. Even with the level of agony already in my penis, I could feel every millimeter of this new invasion. Again I screamed, and continued to do so as long as my breath held out. I was sobbing and gasping for breath, with my throat too raw to scream further by the time the point broke through the top of the head. She again centered the needle, and then stood.

When I could again focus my eyes, I realized that The Mistress had released my cock. Instead of being pitifully shrunken as I had thought it would be, the thing was literally harder and bigger than ever. It was jerking up and down as if in a frenzy of passion, and the pre-cum was flying in strings from the slit in the tip. I continued to gasp for breath and to groan in pain as the horrible burning continued.

The Mistress then turned and pointed to Jennie. As if entirely under her control, my head turned toward my wife. I saw the helper carry a lighted candle to The Master, and hand it to him.

The Master knelt in front of Jennie and held the burning candle before her. She fixed her eyes on it, and her breathing became even more ragged than before. Her hips thrust forward, as if trying to reach the flame. Her desperate longing to feel it searing her flesh was apparent to all who saw her.

Finally The Master tired of teasing her, and began to slowly move the candle closer to her bucking crotch. He ordered her to cease moving, and like me she did so. He then placed the flame about 6" beneath her pussy and moved it in a small circle, looking for all the world as if he were trying to be sure that the entire area were roasted evenly.

When she first felt the heat, Jennie moaned in anticipation. As he slowly moved the candle closer to her tender flesh, she cried out. Finally when the tip of the flame was less than two inches from her cunt, she screamed in agony. I could hear her juices sizzling from the heat, and knew that what she was feeling must be much worse than the pain the needles gave me.

Finally, when her throat could make no more sounds, The Master lowered the candle and blew out the flame. By that time she was sobbing and gasping, and the tears were streaming from her eyes. The Master then stood, and after handing the candle to the assistant, addressed the members.

"You have seen how this man and this woman willingly suffered pain in the name of our Lord. You have heard their cries as they carried our prayers to him. There remains now only the final sacrifice of their flesh. Will you accept their sacrifice in the name of our Lord?"

Through the pain-induced haze that I was in, I could hear them reply, "Yes. We accept the sacrifice of their flesh."

The helper then came forward, pushing a small table with several items setting on its top. I forced my eyes to concentrate, and finally saw a silver bowl atop a small tripod, with a small amount of clear liquid in it, an ornate knife with a jewel-encrusted handle, what looked to be a small spool of thread, a short length of cord, and a large version of the nipple clamps Jennie and I had used on one another.

The Mistress again knelt in front of me, and took my testicles in her right hand and stretched and pulled them downward. When she was satisfied with the distance they now were below my crotch, she held her hand toward the table. I watched as the doctor handed her the cord, and as she brought it toward my crotch, and then as she looped it around the neck of my sac and tied it off.

She again looked to her assistant, and to my horror he picked up the knife and handed it to her. I feared that my genitals would now be cut away and I willed my body to draw back, but it would not obey my brain. I was in a panic that I was to be neutered, and wanted to cry out for help, but my throat would form no sounds other than sobs and groans.

I looked to Jennie, pleading with my eyes for help. I don't believe that she ever looked at my face. Her head was turned toward me, but her eyes were fixed on my bobbing penis and the knife slowly approaching it. I was afraid that if she were able to speak, she would simply have urged The Mistress to hurry. I could tell that she was completely lost in her own lust, and had no contact with reality.

I again looked down, and saw The Mistress take ahold of my sac and pull it forward. She placed the tip of the dagger against the left side of my testicles, toward the top, and very carefully inserted just a small bit of the point. She then slowly drew the knife downward, tracing a path of liquid fire along the side of the sac. As the point passed along my flesh, a small line of blood emerged to mark its path.

She finished the incision when the midpoint of my sac was reached, between my balls. The knife was returned to the man, who laid it on the table. I saw The Mistress then begin to squeeze my left nut, and slowly it emerged through the cut that she had made. Finally it was totally exposed to the air for the first time in its existence, and it dropped a short distance and hung there by its cord, looking for all the world like a condemned man on the gallows.

The Mistress again extended her hand toward the table, and was given a piece of thread from the spool. She wrapped this several times around the sperm cord, as high above the ball as possible, then tied it off. Instead of then asking for the knife and castrating me as I expected, she stood and again looked at Jennie.

My wife was transfixed by the sight of my naked teste hanging by its own cord. She was so quiet that I thought maybe she was unconscious, but then saw her tongue emerge from her mouth and slowly circle her lips. She seemed to be deep in a fantasy, and could have been thinking of eating the flesh exposed to her view.

Her attention was diverted by The Master as he knelt in front of her crotch. He reached between her thighs and pinched her left pussy lip, then began to exert all his might to stretch it toward the floor. As she watched him pulling on her tender flesh, she again began to moan and gasp for breath. I knew that if she had been allowed to, her orgasm would have come then.

The Master then extended his hand toward the helper, who handed him the small clamp I had seen on the table. The loop was placed around her labia, and then again the flesh was stretched downward while the clamp was slid upward as far as it would go, where the wire loop was cruelly tightened.

The doctor then picked up the silver bowl in one hand and the knife in the other. He handed the knife to The Master, and then he held the bowl beneath Jennie's crotch. I watched as the knife moved in slow motion toward her body, and then as it sliced away her cunt lip as close to the clamp as possible. The severed flesh fell slowly to the bowl and splashed into the liquid. Jennie's raw throat tried in vain to scream, but the only sound that came forth was an animal-like grunt, followed by more moans.

The Master then took the bowl from the assistant and held it again beneath Jennie's pussy. He said the words she had been begging to hear for seven days, the words that meant more to her than life itself. He said, simply, "Jennie, cum now."

I think that time must have stopped for her as her body responded to the release that it had sought for so long. Her mouth flew open and issued forth a low growl that rose in pitch until it was a cry of passion and delight. She threw back her head with such force that I feared her neck had snapped. Even the hypnotic compulsion to remain still was not enough to control her frenzied thrusting of her hips, and she seemed to dance like a puppet on a string. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, but slowly her motions ceased and her body came to rest. Her mouth remained wide open as it sought to inhale enough oxygen to allow her lungs to breathe.

I had been looking directly at her pussy as she began spasming, and saw that the force of her contractions had caused her juices to spurt into the bowl. It was almost as if she had an invisible penis that was ejaculating its sperm to join the severed labia swimming in the clear liquid.

As Jennie descended from the so-very-high peak where she had been transported, the doctor walked toward me with the bowl and knife. I knew that the time was near when my flesh sacrifice would be taken, and I now knew which part of my body would be required. At that point, my desperate need for orgasm made the sacrifice seem worth it. I simply wanted The Mistress to castrate me and order me to cum. If my tortured throat had possessed the ability to speak, I'm sure it would have begged her to do it.

The helper handed the knife to her, then he held the bowl beneath my crotch. Looking down, I could see Jennie's pussy lip immersed in the liquid, and her juices floating there. I longed to see my nut take its rightful place there, to be joined in seconds by my sperm.

After taking the knife in her right hand, The Mistress grasped my exposed nut in her left and pulled it downward. She then placed the blade across the cord and sliced through it. I watched it fall into the liquid with a small splash, and then felt the pain of the cut. It was much less than that of the needles, or even the whipping, and all it did was cause me to emit a quiet groan.

The Mistress then took the bowl in her own hand and held it in front of my bobbing penis. She used her left hand to grasp my shaft and aim it toward the bowl. Her words to me then were the dearest I'd ever heard, for she said simply, "Cum now."

Again my sense of time slowed, and my entire life and focus was centered in my penis. I saw the head seemingly expand around the two needles that had so recently been embedded in it. I saw its flesh become so tight that it glistened in the light from above. I saw the first gobbet of my semen fly from the tip and splash into the liquid in the bowl, to be joined immediately by more and more. It seemed as if the bowl would be too small to hold all the cum that was being expelled into it, but in truth it did. More than anything else, I remember hearing sounds that I would never have been able to discern at another time. Jennie's breathing, the sound of my cum splashing in the bowl, the small cries of shared passion from the watchers, the whispered "Yes!" from The Mistress, all seemed to be easily heard by my ears.

Even after the last drop of jism had arced from my cock to the bowl, my genitals continued to spasm. I'm sure my remaining ball longed to join in, but the cord that bound my sac prevented it, and it hung there in its isolation and loneliness.

Eventually, as Jennie had moments before, I began to once again return to reality. The Mistress handed the bowl to the doctor, and then leaned close to me and whispered, "You feel no pain. Your suffering is no longer required." As soon as she had uttered the last word, the pain ceased. I was overcome with a sense of well-being greater than any I'd felt before. I turned my head to Jennie and smiled, and saw that she was looking in turn at me, with a equal smile on her own face. I knew that she was as content and at peace as I was, and that all was well in our world.

We both watched as the assistant replaced the bowl on the tripod and then stepped away from the table. Both The Master and The Mistress approached the table, and stood side-by-side behind it. The doctor walked to them, handing each a lighted candle.

The room was completely quiet for several seconds, then the quiet was broken by the sound of the clock chiming the midnight hour. Before the first chime had died away, they took the candles in their hands, then slowly lowered them to the surface of the liquid in the bowl. I realized then that the liquid was something flammable, for it immediately started to burn. As Jennie and I watched, our sacrifices were consumed by the flames, and we could smell the roasting flesh.

The Master and The Mistress chanted in unison, "Please accept, Lord, the sacrifices given freely by this man and this woman. Hear our prayers and allow us to better know you." As soon as their chant ended, the other members chanted, "Hear us, Lord."

The assistant then walked out of the light again, and immediately I heard the electrical humming, then felt myself being lowered to the floor. I looked at Jennie and saw that she was also being lowered. As soon as our feet touched the floor, the motion ceased. I was surprised that I could stand on my own, and that Jennie was doing the same. As the spreaders were removed from our ankles, we brought our legs together and stood normally. When our wrists were unshackled, our arms fell to our sides and hung there as though lifeless.

The doctor led us back to the room where he had first seen us, explaining that The Master and The Mistress would remain in the room to complete the ceremony.

Once in the room again, we were directed to lie down on the examining tables and to spread our legs. He said that he'd treat Jennie first, as her requirements were more simple than mine. I really didn't care one way or the other, since I was feeling no pain whatsoever, and was more at peace than I had ever thought possible. As he hovered over my wife's crotch, I simply stared at the ceiling with no thoughts at all in my mind.

I was roused from my reverie by the feel of his hands on my genitals, and his speaking to me. "I'm going to first remove the needles from your glans. You'll feel a slight tugging, but no more than that." I could see that he was wearing thin plastic gloves, and watched in fascination as he grasped one of the needles and pulled it from the head of my extremely limp and very small cock. As had happened before, a small drop of blood appeared at both the exit and entrance wounds, but no more followed. The same occurred as he removed the second needle.

He then re-tied the severed sperm cord much higher in the sac, then removed the free part dangling below that point. A very small, curved needle with a clear thread attached to it was used to suture the incision in my sac, and I marveled at the extremely small size of the stitches he made.

As soon as he had tied off the suture thread, he untied the cord that had been placed around the neck of the sac. He very slowly loosened the cord, saying that he wanted to allow the blood pressure to increase gradually. Eventually he was satisfied with his repairs, and removed the cord completely.

After he again checked his repairs to Jennie's labia and my sac, he covered each of us with a sheet, and said, "Thank you both for being our guests of honor. You were simply the best ever, and this night will remain long in our memories. Now I want you to sleep until your bodies tell you it is time to awaken. Go to sleep, now." That is the last memory either of us have of that night.