TORTURE IS THE BEST REVENGE (Part 3: The Practice Session)

James arrives at Cathy's apartment, unaware that she and her young
friend Paige intend to capture and torture him in retaliation for 
his breakup with Cathy.  Their plans have been well-prepared, as
we see in this episode. 

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TORTURE IS THE BEST REVENGE -- Part 3: The Practice Session.
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As James walked up the two flights of stairs to Cathy's
apartment, the feeling of nervous, eager anticipation that
he had been experiencing intermitantly throughout the day
came over him in full force.  He did his best to supress
it; after all, why let your expectations shoot to the sky
when you know they're unlikely to come true?  Still, he
couldn't entirely get the idea out of his mind that he and
Cathy might make love once again.  Against his will, he
felt his genitals tingle with pleasure at the thought.

Of course, he realized from a practical point of view that
to get sexually involved with Cathy again wasn't really a
great idea.  Sure, the sex had been great, but honestly,
she was a little old for him, and a bit clingy.  There were
plenty of other fish in the sea; he was young, now was the
time to go out and experience them all. Variety is the
spice of life, he thought to himself. Besides, there's no
way Cathy was going to want anything other than friendship
from him at this point.  He had reached the door of Cathy's
apartment and rang the bell.  The door opened; Cathy stood
before him, smiling broadly. "James!" she said.  "How are
you?  It's great to see you again!"

James was really taken aback for a second--Cathy looked
incredible! She was wearing a tight black top and pants
that really clung to her body very nicely.  The scent of
her perfume hit him hard; Chapeau Bleu  by Marina Picasso,
his favorite. He pulled himself together after a second and
replied. "Hey Cathy, great to see you!  You look terrific!"
 She reached out and gave him a big hug and kiss on the
cheek, her soft body pressing against him.  He realized
that he held her a  second too long, but couldn't help
himself.  He felt the tingling in his groin jump up several
notches in intensity, as his penis involuntarily began to
engorge.  Cathy led him into the apartment and shut the
door.

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In spite of her nervousness, Cathy was doing everything
just the way she was supposed to.  She realized it was
going well.  From the expression on James's face when she
opened the door, she knew she looked good and that he
wanted her; that would make everything much easier.  Like
Paige said, "When a male is thinking with his genitalia,
he's not using his brain; and they're much easier to
manipulate when the brain is off."

What also helped was the fact that Cathy and Paige had
carefully  prepared and rehearsed the enitire scenario in
advance. Paige was  insistent on preparation. From the
moment they had decided to go thorough with this, they had
spent hours every day planing, practicing, and preparing
every element of the scheme.  Cathy had been most anxious
about the capture; but Paige knew that the torture itself
would also require advanced preperation and practice.

The first practice torture session had been three weeks
earlier at  Paige's dungeon, in the small torture room.
Billy, Paige's newest male  slave, was arrayed before them,
completely nude, his limbs streched tightly  away from his
body and securely locked in the rack.  He was faced away
from the women, and Paige had adjusted the center bar of
the rack forward, forcing the slave's buttocks to jut
outward.  He was breathing rapidly, his body brightly
illuminated by three halogen spotlights.

Paige was pleased that Billy was availible to be used for
torture practice. She had been gradually enslaving him
since he had responded to a classified ad Paige had placed
in the newspaper two months earlier.  The ad had said
simply "Young mistress seeks novice submisive males for
light dominance and  pleasure."  Billy had never imagined
when he responded that he would end up in his current
position, but Paige's skillful, paitient manipulations had
made it come to pass.

"I want to start without too much noise," said Paige, as
she approached  the helpless man.  "Open your mouth," she
told him.  He complied, and  she inserted a black leather
muffle-balloon, which she began to inflate with a small
hand pump.  It soon filled the slave's mouth, forcing his
jaw wide open and his cheeks out to the point of near
bursting.  He  begain to make muffled sounds in fear and
protest; Paige continued to pump until the sounds were
nearly inaudiable.  By that time Billy's eyes were full of
tears.

"That should keep him quiet," said Paige.  "Let me make a
final check on the video feeds."  There were three video
cameras mounted on the walls of the room, all aimed at
Billy's helpless body.  Paige checked each of the video
feeds on the monitor.  Camera One was set to capture
Billy's entire body from behind.  Camera Two was set for a
close-up of  his buttocks, and Camera Three a close-up of
his face.

"Looks good.  Now, let's get started with the bull whip."
Paige handed  Cathy a large, heavy leather whip with a
smooth wooden handle.  "Just  aim for his butt," she said,
stepping back to watch Cathy start.

Cathy was a bit awkward and nervous at first; her first
crack missed Billy entirely. Paige coached her
encouragingly from the side of the room.   "Don't overswing
the whip at first; just sort of lift it into him."  Cathy's
second try was a direct hit on the buttocks; the crack of
the whip echoed loudly in the small concrete-lined room,
the slaves body spasmed, and a streak of red appeared on
his hindquarters.

"That's it, good!" said Paige.  "Now again!  Don't worry
about the bleeding, that's normal."  Again Cathy let the
whip swing, bringing another violent blow home.   "Good!"
encouraged Paige.  "Now try it a little harder.  Imagine
that it's  James that your whipping.  Think of the way he
treated you and really let it fly!"

As the session went on, Cathy's strokes got stronger and
more consistently accurate.  Billy's body spasmed with
agony time and again as the unyielding  whip ripped into
his soft, helpless buttocks. After three quarters of an
hour, Cathy had really worked up a sweat, and Billy lay
unconcious, having long since passed out from the pain.
 
"Very good," said Paige.  "Now, let's try something
different."  Paige went to  the rack and adjusted it,
releasing the center bar, rotating Billy's body so it now
faced the women, and adjusting his leg restraints to spread
his legs apart further. "He may as well be awake for this,"
said Paige, holding some smelling salts under the slave's
nose until he woke up.

"Now, for genital punishment we use a smaller whip," said
Paige, as she handed one to Cathy.  "It's more accurate to
hit  a smaller target; and also using the bull whip on a
male's sex organs just rips their scrotom apart.  When that
happens you lose one of their main pain-centers. We don't
want that."

Paige adjusted the video camera's to focus on Billy's new
postion.  She refocused Camera Three on his face, and
Camera Two on his genital area.

Cathy stood before the terrified, helpless man, holding the
whip.  Billy was struggling desperately against his bonds,
but the heavy rack barely  budged. He looked pleadingly at
Cathy, terror in his eyes, making slight, muffled sounds.
She hesitated.

"Cathy, what's wrong? Let's get started," said Paige.

"Paige, I don't know... maybe he's had enough for one day."

Paige sighed. This was not unexpected. One of the reasons
she wanted to put Cathy through this rehearsal was to
expose her to some of the realities of torture. Paige knew
it wasn't easy to learn to inflict pain, especially when
you had to look the person being tortured in the face.  But
she also knew how ultimately rewarding it would be for
Cathy, and wanted to help her get over this hump.

"Listen, Cathy, I know this is a tough process for you. But
it's important that we go through with this, all the way."

"But it's just that--"

Paige cut her off.  "Cathy, you're a very kind and
compassionate person. There's nothing wrong with that.  But
remember, not everyone is so kind and compassionate--for
instance, men.  Remember how James treated you? He used
your emotions against you, to satisy his own sexual urges.
That's what men do."

Cathy's eyes filled with tears thinking about James and how
he had used her.

"Men take advantage of women's compassion and the woman
ends up paying the emotional price.  Cathy, we can't let
them get away with it.  That's why we've got to go through
with this."

"Yes.. yes, you're right Paige, I know you're right! It's
just--"

"Cathy, let me show you something."   Paige approached the
helpless slave in the rack.  "Look at him, Cathy.  He
seemes helpless, harmless, when he's restrained like this.
But he's still a male."  Paige took hold of Billy's penis
with her hand.  His body spasmed with fear and he began to
hyperventilate.  But Paige mearly began to gently stroke
his organ, and it gradually began to stiffen.

As he hardened, Paige shifted her grip.  She ringed the
thumb and forefinger  of her right hand and began to
rhythmically stroke Billy's shaft.  With her left hand, she
lightly, gently  touched the underside of his scrotum.
"Look, Cathy, look.  Even here, even now, he can't control
himself. Just a little touching is all it takes, and his
body is getting ready to  have sex."

Cathy watched in rapt fascination as Billy's body responded
to Paige's continuing expert stimulation.  He was fully
errect now, and in  spite of his restrants began to thrust
his pelvis to the rythym Paige set with her hand.  Droplets
of pre-cum dripped from the head of his shaft; Paige
concentrated her touch to his penis's head, putting the
lubrication to good use.  Billy was nearing the point of no
return; his thrusts grew more urgent.

"Look at him Cathy.  He wants to come.  That's why men are
so dangerous. They'll do anything for sex--lie, cheat,
whatever it takes.  They don't care what effect what they
do has, whether it crushes a woman's emotions-- just so
long as they get their orgasm."   Paige sensed Billy's
climax was nearing, and stopped moving her hand; she kept a
loose grip on his shaft, and Billy desperately pumped,
trying to get some friction that would take him over the
edge.

Cathy watched with growing anger.  She rememberd how James
had thrust himself into her when they made love, how good
it had felt, and how much it  had hurt when he left her.
She realized what Paige was saying about men was right.  An
expression of steely resolve grew on her face. Paige sensed
the change at once and increased her stimulation.  "Cathy,
get ready with the whip.  Let it fly as soon as I give you
the signal."

Billy saw what was about to happen and tried desperately to
cry out in  protest, to plead for mercy.  But only a
muffled grunt could be heard  through his gag.  Despite his
panic, Paige's hand stimulating his sex organ brought him
closer and closer to climax, yet kept release torturously
out of reach.  The conflict within his brain between the
desperate need to  orgasm and the terror of the agony he
knew awaited drove his body into  a frenzied, but fruitless
stuggle against his harsh steel bonds.

"Billy, listen to me carefully," said Paige.  "If you
ejaculate, Cathy will  imediately begin whiping you
directly on your sex organs as punishment. You don't want
that, do you?" Billy grunted desperately in response.

"If you can keep yourself from ejaculting for thirty
seconds, Billy-- just thirty seconds--then we'll let you
return to your isolation cell  without any more torture.
Do you understand? Nod if you do."  Billy grunted again and
nodded, tears in his eyes.  He knew how close he was to
orgasm; even as she spoke, Paige continued to gently stroke
his errect shaft, keeping him right on the edge of release.
 It would be almost  impossible to keep from coming if she
only tightened her grip.  Still, he knew he would need to
try to control himself, somehow, or face unimaginable
agony.

Paige smiled at Cathy. "Wait for my signal," she said to
her confidently, then turned back to Billy.  "All right,
Billy, I'm going to begin the countdown.... NOW!"
Instantly, Paige tightened her grip on his sex organ and
began to  stroke the upper half of the shaft, particularly
around the glans. "Thirty. Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight."  She
began counting backwards slowly.

"Twenty-five.  Twenty-four."  Billy struggled desperatly to
control his  thoughts, to somehow get his mind off the
wonderful, wonderful feeling of Paige's hand on his penis.
He tossed his head from side to side and tried to  recall
the worst, most unsexy memories of his life.

"Fourteen. Thirteen. Twelve."  But it was of no use--the
sheer pleasure of  Paige's touch was overwhelming him,
pushing out everything else, everything except the terror
of the pain of the whip he knew awaited if he allowed
himself to release!  Yet somehow, in spite of everything,
he felt his hips begin to involutarily buck.  He strained
his abdomen physically, trying to  somehow hold the semen
inside him even as he felt it desperatly building up to
release.

Paige sensed his impending orgasm and prepared to leap out
of the way so Cathy could release the whip which she held
poised to strike. The timing was perfect-- it looked like
Billy would orgasm just within the thirty seconds, which
would be beautiful.  Paige was smiling broadly as she
increased the stimulation, as the countdown wound down...

"Seven. Six. Five. Four!"  Billy's eyes were shut tight and
his was was a mask of concentration as he focused all his
remaining energy on somehow not coming. His entire body was
shuddering with the strain, and yet he could not stop his
hips from thrusting forward into the sheer pleasure that
was Paige's hand.

Paige knew Billy was close, very close--but somehow, he was
managing to hold back!  Paige grew concerned, and slowed
her count agonizingly as she increased her stimulation,
rapidly stroking Billy's precum-lubricated glans with one
hand as she gently stoked his pereniu, just under his
scrotum, with the other.   "THREE......TWO....." There were
at least five seconds between "three" and  "two", and an
agonizngly long pause.  Billy wanted to cry out, to tell
Paige she was breaking her own rules! But of course it was
impossible. Then, at last, Billy could hold back no more!
His pelvis abrupty began to thrust desperatly. Paige's eyes
were wide and she laughed with pleasure at his torment.
".....ONE!.. ...ZERO!!!....and, ZERO!!!!"

Finally, on the second zero, Billy's penis betrayed him.  A
long, white rope of semem spasmed forth from it.  He howled
in protest--it wasn't fair! But only a muffled, barely
audible grunt could get past the muffle-ballon.

Paige imediately released Billy's organ, jumped back and
shouted. "Now, Cathy, now!!!"

Cathy had been waiting for this momement and let the whip
fly. Her uppercut  stroke struck home--a direct hit on
Billy's scrotum, just as his sex organ was  starting it's
second spurt!  The violent crack of the whip sent waves of
agony through the body of the slave.  He threw back his
head and screamed,  though of course no sound came forth,
and struggled desperatly, of course  to no avail.

"That's it, Cathy!  Now again!!" yelled Paige, and Cathy
stroked the whip  again and again into the helpless man's
most sensitive area.  Cathy was so  caught up in the moment
she barely realized that her panties were soaking wet.
Billy's penis had stopped its spasming and was swiftly
losing its hardness  under the agonizing blows.

Every five strokes or so Paige had Cathy pause so she could
hold the smelling salts under Billy's nose to make certain
he stayed fully conscious throughout his torment.  After
about twenty minutes, Billy's penis, scrotum, and the
surrounding areas of his crotch were barely
recognizable--just a swollen,  bloodly mass, covered with
deep red welts.  He was reacting less and less  to the
blows, his mind having essentially shut itself down from
the pain  and shock.    "All right, Cathy, I think that's
enought practice for the day," said Paige.   "He can't feel
anything else at this point anyway.  Help me get him off
the  rack and back to his cell and we can review the
videotapes."

After looking at the tapes, Paige gave Cathy some tips on
using the whip more effectively.  Overall, however, she was
very pleased with Cathy's work.  "It  looked like you were
really enjoying yourself, Cathy," she said.  "And why not?
It was pretty fun.  I loved the look on his face when he
started to come--just  sheer terror, outrage, and helpless
frustration all roled into one."

"I know Paige, I really enjoyed that part too," said Cathy.
 "Can we watch it  again on the tape?"

"Sure, why not?" said Paige, rewinding the tapes to find
the correct moment.  As they watched , Cathy was thinking
about James, and how she wished that it had  been him in
the rack, that it had been him to writh in helpless agony
under her lash.

Soon, she thought, soon.

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End of Part 3.

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