All characters 18 , consenting and enjoying themselves, this is all part of a scene/play setting. Please be warned this part may not be suitable for all audiences.

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Jackie had left to read her magazine in peace once Simon had began screaming belligerently like the town fool. She had up and left him, sealing the heavy soundproof door behind him, locking the numerous locks behind her.

Simon, still terrified, his screams now dying down as the darkness enveloped him. Similar to last time, he didn’t know how long Jackie had been gone for, no clocks or identifiable way to pass the time existed in the blackness.

All that he could feel was the immense throbbing of his sore and ruined anus, the peeled ginger root burning away the interior of his asshole. At the very same time his cock twitched painfully, the thick and long sounding rod, shoved way too deep. His hands were bound as were his feet. Often he would yell and scream to see if he could obtain any reply or illicit a reaction from Benny.

Unsurprisingly, Benny stayed silent, just breathing methodically, his neck craned down, his lean sinewy body unseen in the blackness, only his pained gasps for air were heard.

Oddly, the sputtering of Benny’s likely collapsed lung was comforting to Simon, at least he wasn’t all alone, at least someone knew he was here and would be with him in the event that Jackie never returned.

The possibility of being left to waste away, to play out the remainder of his time on earth shackled and tormented felt like it could happen on a whim, Jackie needing only the slightest infraction to leave Simon for dead.

It frightened him to his core and exhilarated his heart like no other. How he loved and cherished the power Jackie had over him. He was nothing; a nobody. He could scream and cry, flail, kick and scream but no one, not a soul save for Benny would hear him out here.

Thus he had to believe and rely solely on his Goddess being good natured and in a pleasant mood; the power exchange unrivalled, the perfect dom and sub.

Perhaps, Simon thought, the book from earlier was merely a scare tactic, just meant to rile him up. To his Goddesses credit, it worked, the idea of being circumcised as an adult was beyond terrifying, even more so when he considered it would likely happen in the very chair he was sat in, using the rusty old tools adorning the surgeon table he couldn’t see.

As the seconds turned to minutes and the minute to hours, the pain still constant & sharp, the familiar sounds of the locks unclasping could be faintly heard, the door slowly swinging open to reveal Jackie silhouetted by the evening sun.

Still wearing her tight blue jeans and sweaty white shirt she stepped into the room, her cowgirl boots stained with newly applied blotches of blood. With a radiant smile she walked over to Simon, pushing the sounding rod down hard with glee, sending the near catatonic Simon into a frenzy.

“Wakey wakey.” She smiled, pulling the rod out fast, a thin stream of blood following shortly after, the metal sticky with unholy inner juices of Simon’s body.

She began ripping the duct tape from between his ass cheeks, reapplying them to his hairy legs, only to rip them off seconds later, pulling swathes of hair with it. Finally she removed the last piece, wasting no time she pulled the warm peeled ginger root from Simon’s ass and taunted him with it. Quickly she grabbed his face with one hand and pried open his jaw with it.

Like feeding a dog a pill they despised she pushed the shit covered, smelly ginger root into his mouth, holding his jaw closed now with both hands she locked eyes with Simon, the ginger causing his eyes to well up.

“Swallow it.” She ordered.

Sobbing in her arms, he chewed the root, his asshole flavour and fecal matter sloshing together with the awful ginger with each bite. He chewed and chewed, before it was a rich mucus-like paste in his mouth. She tiled his head back to allow it to drip down his pitiful throat.

Moments later she pulled his mouth open to check he had swallowed it all. Like an oral examination she left no stone unturned, checking all around his mouth for parts un-swallowed.

Smiling at him, she combed an unexpectedly soft and careful hand through his sweaty mop of hair. Slowly she unclasped him, helping him out of the chair, his legs paralysed by fear and also severe cramps from being propped up in an awful position.

His bruised and worthless dick hung limply, his deep purple balls did the same, creating a backdrop almost for his ruined penis, the dickhole big enough to fit a whole finger down it.

Slowly she helped him to the doorway, making stops along the way as she felt were necessary to allow Simon to catch his breath. As the pair left the torture box or whatever Jackie had affectionately named it, the cool evening breeze swept over Simon like a much needed hug, the sense of freedom overwhelming.

Definitively out of the room, he looked back to see Benny still in the cage, unmoving save for his chest raising up and down, indicating breathing. Looking now back at Jackie he saw her smile at him, that innocent smile she had given him when she gave him his first post-Ballbusting orgasm. How wonderful she seemed back then, if only he knew. With a smile and a stroke of his cheek she asked softly;

“Would you like some dinner?”

Jackie didn’t say much as she helped Simon up the hill and up to her house. Although it was a rather large house, it looked fairly dilapidated, almost to the point of foreclosure; a knockdown imminent.

The front decking’s guardrail was missing majority of itself, the paneling outside peeling, the windows either partially or fully broken. Walking to the door, with Simon in tow, Jackie pushed open the creaky front door, the evening breeze following them in.

“Lovely decor you have here.” Simon said utterly shocked.

“I grew tired of all the latest trends you know? I decided I wanted to have my furniture feel like me, feel personable.” Jackie said earnestly, clapping to turn on one of her lamps.

“Uh huh.” Simon said surveying the room in utter confusion but also intense worry.

“What you don’t like it?” Jackie said sitting down on her favourite chair.

“No, I like it. I just wonder if you got their suits at the same store.” Simon replied as he panned around the room one last time seeing no real furniture at all; all the inanimate objects in the house had been replaced by unnamed sex slaves in the same skin-tight gimp suit as Benny.

Some slaves knelt on all fours acting like footstools while some stood vertical with their hands upright, like tall ominous lamps. Some laid on the floor like sprawling carpets reminiscent of the skins of animals a prized hunter would own.

Jackie stood up from her “chair” and gestured to Simon to take a seat. He complied, trying his best not to place too much weight on the silent slave he found himself atop of.

Jackie’s chair by comparison was much more intricate; it was three slaves holding up a fully horizontal slave who had a hole cut where his mouth was, another slave standing behind these three, acting like a backstop.

Jackie stood above the chair and unbuttoned her jeans, shimming them off to reveal a set of black crotchless panties, outfitted with crimson flowers. Simon watched as she sat down a top the slave’s face, restricting their airway, the desperate sounds of licking a sipping wet Pussy partly distracted Simon.

It took everything in his power not to glance down at the chair, to see how this fortunate soul was graced with the perfect job of pleasuring Goddess.

Jackie adjusted in the seat, giving the chair a better angle and allowing for quick breaths, staving off passing out. She looked over at Simon with a curiousness, tilting her head slightly, her blonde ponytail falling to one side. Breaking the deathly quiet silence she said;

“You know I wasn’t going to circumcise you, it was just a little test, to see how you’d react.”

“I’m glad to hear that, I don’t think I could take that.” Simon said earnestly, sighing s breath of relief.

“I bet you could.” Jackie informed him.

“You think so highly of me.” Simon said blushing awkwardly.

“Oh” she said, snapping her fingers together as if she had forgotten a eureka level item. “I forgot to serve you dinner, where are my manners.”

With a whistle two sex slaves in the familiar gimp uniform came out, their eyes the only thing uncovered, that and their number. The pair placed a silver platter in front of Simon the back of a “table”. Lifting the lid they revealed a large, square cut piece of shit.

Simon fought back a dry heave as the smell wafted into the room. Trying his best to block his smell receptors he leaned into the bowel, a spoon already sticking out of the brown and black mess.

Gagging her again he dug the spoon in, lifting it to his mouth, Jackie watching his humiliation all the while. Before it could enter his mouth, Simon dropped the spoon and choked back a mouthful of vomit.

“I can’t eat this.” Simon said pushing the plate toward Jackie on the back of the slave.

“You’re going to disrespect me in my home and not eat my food, food I prepared just for you.” Jackie replied, visibly annoyed.

“I’m sorry I’ll make it up to you.” Simon pleaded to his Goddess.

“You’re damn Fucking right you will!” Jackie said barking, near screaming before settling herself.

Allowing the tense moment to breathe Simon asked finally; “are all your slaves men?”

“No, I have many slaves, men, women, gender fluid. They were different once but the suits make them all equal in my eyes. Only their number allows me to tell them apart.” Jackie said, a tone so casual you’d think she was describing the weather.

“Oh it’s an identifier, like a serial number!” Simon said proudly, figuring out the mystery of the numbers.

Jackie giggled at the notion, shaking her head as the laughter passed; “No, well not identifiers in the conventional sense. It lets me know who I’ve played with the most, closer to number 1, the more played with you are. Oh how I played with them. It’s a miracle some are still alive, even a bigger miracle is how long some…lasted.”

“Interesting.” Simon posited

“It is isn’t it?” Jackie replied happily. “So would you like to sign up? For an offical ranking of course.” Jackie continued.

“Yes Goddess.” Simon confirmed.

“Well, that’s wonderful.” She said standing out of the chair now and picking Simon from his, his tattered and torn clothes barely covering his naked, shameful body.

“To ensure im giving you fair treatment—“ Jackie continued, taking a pair of handcuffs from her back jean pocket she locked them onto Simon’s arms, raising them high and attaching him to a low hanging ceiling hook.

“I need to punish you for not eating dinner. But that’ll come later.” She said, walking around the room before stopping at an oddly clean light switch.

As if it didn’t belong Jackie flicked the light, which launches the sound of a hidden winch, which begins to lift Simon high off the ground, his limbs stretched considerably.

“Now Simon, do you know the concept of being jumped in?” Jackie asked inquisitively, biting her lip slightly.

Simon shook his head in confusion

“Well you’re about to.” Jackie said, whisking loudly through her fingers. Suddenly her makeshift chair all stood up, the lamps placing down their held lightbulbs and encircled Simon. Almost immediately they began throwing punches into him, striking wherever they could hit.

Like a furious gang, they descended upon him, scratching, clawing, punching and kicking him at every available point. Jabs to the head, kicks to the balls, punches to the spleen, poking off the eyes.The torrent of the beat down was intense and constant, so much so, Simon had very little time to scream or call out for help.

One slave would punch his jaw one way only for the second slave to punch it right back. A third worked his body, smacking him hard in the kidney’s incorporating well placed liver shots as well. Jackie whistled again, and as if controlled by her very voice, they immediately stopped the pummelling and returned to their stations, no words or sounds uttered outside of their heavy breathing.

Jackie stood up and assessed the battered Simon, visible pleasure on her face, her cunt pulsating, her pussy practically dripping all over the floor.

Bruises were quickly forming and began to cover his face and body. His balls had swelled up yet again from a torrent of quick hits, his lips spit, nose possibly broken, a faucet of blood running down his face. Groggily he barely held onto consciousness, his legs going limp, only the handcuffs holding him upright.

Snapping her finger in front of Simon she called “S, S! Stay with me S.”

Simon did his best to focus on the clicking finger, Jackie’s voice ringing in and out as his hearing tried to re-find an equilibrium. He panted hard as he felt her hand find its way to his dick, she stroked him ever so gently, her touch enough to send him bolt upright in a matter of seconds.

“You’re a good boy for taking the initiation. But we’ve still got your punishment to discuss.” She said stroking him all the while, the first bit of genuine pleasure in a matter of days, Simon would’ve said and did anything to keep it going the blood from his nose cascading down his thin body, covering her jerking hand.

Blubbering and just casually nodding Jackie laughed at him, as she gripped him tighter, her strokes focusing more on the head and speeding up to an exhilarating speed.

Before long she stopped, but only briefly to spit a thick wad of saliva into her hand, returning she continued to jerk him off, his bruised and battered manhood yearning for a normal, vanilla release.

Grunting, his long veiny dick grew firmer in her hand. His dick was so much more sensitive these days and his tolerance/ability to stave off cumming was an afterthought.

His time in chastity had made him drippy at even the slightest tough, his intense CBT experience made the most basic of pleasures feel like heaven in comparison to the otherworldly pain he had experienced recently.

He felt the pressure of an organ build deep in his bruised balls, fortunately it appeared they were still functioning even in their sore, swollen and bruised state. As the feeling of bountiful pleasure rushed up his cock she sped up, stroking the load out of him.

Due to his widened urethra, his load just plopped out and onto the wooden floor beneath, yet the feeling was unlike any other. It was better than his first time cumming, better than his first time having sex, it trumped them all with ease. She kept stroking. The pleasure kept on coming.

Until it didn’t.

She kept going, now, his dick was overstimulated, the feeling of intense and transcendent pleasure now a guttural feeling of nerve endings on fire begging for reprieve. Simon cried out and jerked around wildly but couldn’t escape her deathlike grip. Oh how his dream of an orgasm had become a living nightmare.

“Do you like that? Do you? Is it sensitive? Do you want me to stop?” She teased, her words so breathy and hot, as if she was cumming herself.

“YES YESS.” Simon cried back, whimpering like a blubbering fool.

“You made your bed when you disobeyed me S. now you have to lie in it. I’ll stop when I want to stop. And you’ll love every second of it.” She said smiling, taking her free hand to rub herself as he cried.

Simon felt as though his dick would literally fall off, his nerves crying out to him to stop, to cease immediately. His brain wanted out, cutting it off felt like a better solution than dealing with the post-orgasm-torture for even one second longer.

“Cut it off! Cut it off!” He began to cry and beg toward Jackie, who just smiled coyly at him.

“But if I cut it off, how will you enjoy this?” She said speeding up to quadruple speed, the sensation, causing Simon to vomit slightly, puking the contents of his stomach up onto his chest, the sticky residue sliding down him slowly.

With the exit of his stomach, Jackie stopped and laughed, she slapped Simon across the face for good measure his body covered in his own blood and vomit, he spun slightly hanging from the winch like a rotisserie chicken; he had been defiled.

“Well at least you’d have room in your stomach now for the meal I offered you.” She giggled.

Simon said nothing, he just hung there silently, draped in his own vomit and sobbed. Jackie left the room momentarily, her macabre furniture stood firm, unmoving even when she wasn’t around. Simon tried to look up but his energy was zapped.

Hearing Jackie’s boots against the floor he opened his teary eyes. Looking down toward his puffy and overstimulated dick he saw Jackie’s hand, held within it, a switchblade.

She flicked it out, grabbing his foreskin with one hand she slowly and carefully inserted the knife, placing it between his dickhead and foreskin. Simon panted heavily, his tears returning in a torrent. This was it.

“Remember when I said I wouldn’t circumcise you?” Jackie asked, applying the faintest bit of pressure.

“Yes Goddess.” Simon grumbled, barely conscious.

With a maniacal cackle she roared laughing as she applied a bit more pressure, simply saying;

“I lied.”

Thanks for reading! As it’s Halloween I thought I’d make this one a bit more spooky/intense. If you have any suggestions or critiques I’d love to hear them. I don’t usually write such intense scenes so your feedback is more than welcome.