TORTURE IS THE BEST REVENGE, Part 5: James's Torment Begins.

TORTURE IS THE BEST REVENGE
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Part 1: The Beginning.
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Part 2: Paige and Cathy.
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Part 3: The Practice Session.
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Part 4: James's Ordeal.
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"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." James scorned Cathy,
now she and her young friend, Paige, have captured him with
revenge on their minds.

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Paige and Cathy  went to the equipment cabinet and returned
to the torture room a moment later.  Paige had put on a
long pair of heavy, padded canvass gloves; Cathy was
carrying a four foot length rubber hose.  James was
terrified, of course; his mind was still reeling from the
drugs coursing through his body, and the stunning twist his
life had just taken. He was struggling to fully grasp the
reality of the situation: he was bound, helpless, to a
steel rack, arms and legs stretched out taught; his mouth
and anus were filled to the breaking point by Paige's
leather muffle-balloons; his penis had been impaled down
the length of his urethra with a steel rod; and the two
women standing before him were about to torture him! It was
a lot to be forced to accept.

"Are you ready, James?" asked Cathy with a cruel grin. She
laughed at the pitiful, muffled squeal of terror and
pleading James made in reply.  "No, I didn't think you
were. No man could be ready for what you're about to
experience. But experience it you will--nothing can stop us
from torturing you!"

With that, Paige took hold of the length of metal rod
sticking out from James's penis with both glove-covered
hands and angled it down to a position perpendicular to his
body.  James let out a muffled whine of pain as his erect
penis was forced downward; it 'wanted' to point almost
straight up. "Ready, Paige?" asked Cathy. She moved
slightly to the side, and stood with her hands over her
head, holding the end of the rubber hose, poised to strike.
 James realized what was about to happen and tried to beg
Cathy not to do it with his eyes, just as Paige nodded to
her. Cathy met James's gaze for a moment and grinned
wickedly, then swung the hose down with all her strength.
It struck James's penis with tremendous force, and made a
loud, dull thud followed by the slight ringing of the metal
rod vibrating. Paige held his organ firmly in its place.
She felt the rod vibrating from the powerful blow.

The blow hurt James more than anything he had ever felt
before. He would surely have passed out from the stunning
wave of pain if not for the powerful drugs coursing through
his system. He wanted desperately to beg Cathy not to hit
him again, but was unable to control his breathing well
enough to even make the slightest muffled cry.

Paige giggled out loud. "That was a good shot, Cathy. I can
still feel the rod ringing!" She was about to tell Cathy to
strike again, but there was no need; Cathy was already
letting another blow fly, then another, and another.  Paige
could feel James's body struggling desperately for some way
to escape the agony.  But the cold, heavy, solid steel rack
held him almost completely still, and Paige used the steel
rod to angle his penis to receive the blows perfectly.

"How does it feel, James, how does it feel?" said Cathy.
There was anger in her voice, but her face was lit up with
sheer ecstasy. She could hardly believe how much she loved
doing this, loved hurting James. Tears were pouring from
his eyes as his head rocked back and forth. Cathy felt
herself becoming quickly wet between her legs.
 
After thirty solid blows, Paige called for a temporary
halt. "Hold on for a second, Cathy, hold on," she said.
"Got to loosen this for a bit." She untied the knot in the
plastic bond that tightly gripped the tip of James's penis.
The head of the organ had turned pale white, and Paige knew
that without circulation one of the best pain centers on
James's body might be lost.  After a few seconds she
re-tied the plastic tube, tighter than before.  "Let's
switch places for a while, Cathy," said Paige. "You've got
to experience holding the rod, it's unbelievable!"  Cathy
donned the gloves and Paige took her turn bearing the hose.
 She reversed the direction of the beating, aiming uppercut
blows at the underside of James's shaft.  He was in agony.

Cathy came close to orgasm every time she felt the metal
rod shutter violently from a blow.  Once, the hose
inadvertently struck her slightly on the finger; she felt
it's stinging force even through the heavy gloves. What
James must have been feeling, with the full force of the
hose smashing into his penis, was unimaginable.

After about forty-five minutes and several position
changes, James's penis was almost entirely black and blue,
and covered with deep red scuffs and blisters. Paige
observed that his responses to each blow of the hose were
getting less lively. "Let's take a break, Cathy," she said.
 "He's starting to get De-sensitized to the pain." Cathy
delivered one more stinging blow with the hose. "He'll be
fresh again after lunch," said Paige. Paige loosened the
knotted cord from James's penis tip, and the women left the
room together. Paige snapped off the lights as they left,
leaving James in total darkness with his agony.

Time passed; James didn't know how long.  He only knew that
the pain from his throbbing penis seemed to get worse and
worse as the minutes ticked on.  He tried again and again
to gather his thoughts and stem the horrible feeling of
panic in his gut.  What were they going to do to him? He
knew the immediate future looked bleak; Paige had said they
were going to torture him for a "long, long time." The
thought brought even more panic, but of course any flight
or even movement was impossible. To make matters worse,
James was sure his anal muscles were being destroyed by
being stretched as they were by the inflated leather
balloon in his ass.

Cathy and Paige, meanwhile, after leaving the small torture
room where James was held, went through the thick steel
door into the adjoining main torture room. A much larger
room, it's walls and floor were also concrete-lined.  It
contained four racks, identical to the one which currently
imprisoned James; one of the four racks held the naked
helpless body of one of Paige's newer slaves. "Let me just
quickly check on him..." said Paige. She inspected the
male's genitals; each of his testicles was in the tight,
agonizing grip of a large wooden clothes pin. His face was
contorted with anguish; like James, however, what would
have been screams of desperate agony were held in check by
a fully- inflated muffle balloon which stretched his cheeks
out comically. "...yeah, he looks fine," said Paige. She
wanted the new slave to suffer, but not destroy his
testicles, another wonderful pain-center on the male body.

The women went through the main torture room, passed by the
detention cells, and exited through a thick steel door,
though a small hallway, and into Paige's large, luxuriously
appointed living space.

"Cathy, let's have lunch in the main living room today,"
said Paige. "The light is really nice in here and we can
watch TV."

"Sound good to me," said Cathy. The women sat on one the
soft leather couches near a large coffee table. Paige
grabbed a remote and clicked on the nearest television.
Cathy was surprised to see a picture of herself, holding
the rubber hose, and James, bound in the rack, spasming in
agony as she struck a vicious blow to his penis.  "You son
of a bitch, how does it feel?!" Cathy was saying on the TV.

Cathy laughed to see herself like this, and Paige joined
her. "I didn't know we could watch the video tapes from
here!" exclaimed Cathy.

"Sure, why not? It's a state of the art digital system,"
replied Paige. "What do you think?"

Cathy hadn't realized how angry she had been at James. She
was honestly a little shocked to see herself, lashing out
at him so viciously.

"Paige, to be honest, I'm really surprised at myself. I had
no idea how much I would enjoy doing this so much."

Paige's house slave, a gaunt, nude, completely hairless
young male was serving them lunch.  Well trained, he
carefully averted his eyes from the women and worked almost
invisibly, setting their places, pouring their tea. His
hands shook slightly; but he knew from experience not to
spill a drop.

Paige smiled at Cathy. "It's a good feeling, isn't it? To
really be in charge."

"Yes, and to make him pay for what he did to me," added
Cathy. "I really feel.. I don't know, empowered, I guess!
And I can hardly wait until after lunch.  Paige, I want to
use the rubber hose on his balls. He'll really know what
it's like to suffer then!"

Paige smiled at her friend's enthusiasm. "Let's not worry
about his balls today," she said. "First, we're going to
have to have James sign these."  She picked up some
typewritten pages from the coffee table.

"What are they?" asked Cathy.

"Consent forms," replied Paige. "Whenever I take a slave, I
have him sign consent forms, just in case. For James, I had
Andrew draw up some special forms." Andrew was a partner in
the law firm where Cathy and Paige worked.  He was also one
of Paige's slaves. "Basically, it says that he gives us
permission to torture and mutilate him."

Cathy was looking through the multi-paged agreement now.
An attorney herself, she was interested in these matters.
She had been very concerned that she and Paige might get
into serious trouble for their venture; to kidnap and
torture a man was, after all, a serious crime.  Paige had
assured her that it would all be taken care of, and she had
allowed herself to be persuaded.  Now, however, her anxiety
returned.

"An agreement like this doesn't mean anything if its signed
under duress," she said. "Paige, are you sure you know what
you're doing?"

"Yes Cathy, don't worry! As long as we can prove that James
didn't sign under duress, but of his own free will, we're
in the clear.  Please trust me."

"But Paige--"

"Cathy, don't worry.  By the end of the day, James will
have signed these forms, of his own free will. I guarantee
it," said Paige.  "Now, please pass the croissonts."

------------------------------- End of Part 5.
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