MINDY'S
SWEET REVENGE |
by
A. BoyChik, February, 1996 |
To me, Mindy was one of the most beautiful
girls I had ever
seen.
I could describe every detail about her,
since whenever I
spotted her, I couldn't keep my eyes from her. She
was a few inches
shorter than I am, had short, glistening black hair,
greenish-blue
eyes, and always seemed to wear -- to me! -- provocative
clothing:
a short denim skirt, or form fitting jeans, or a
sweater that was
just a little too tight. Every time I saw her, my
heart skipped a
beat; I had what must have been the male equivalent
of a "swoon."
If you said that I had a major crush on her, you
would have been
right on the money.
I wanted to be with her so badly; I had
fantasies about her
that I would rather not repeat. However, I never
had enough nerve
to walk up to her in the dining hall because she
was always sitting
with a bunch of her girlfriends. Even when she was
on her way to or
from classes, she was usually with her roommate
or some of her
friends.
After following her for discretely for
several days from a
distance -- please don't ever accuse me of having
stalked her! --
I finally "accidentally" bumped into her
when she was alone. After
several attempts to ask her out, and an equal number
of rejections,
she finally accepted a date for the following Friday
night. Maybe
she wanted to find out what made me so persistent.
Late Friday afternoon, before dinner,
I called her to "remind
her" that we had a date that evening, just
as she suggested. I was
puzzled when she told me to "make sure that
I was clean inside and
out." She added that it really turned her off
when a man had poor
"personal hygiene" habits. She told me
to make especially sure that
I "attended to my bodily functions," which
was a pretty strange
thing for her to say. Nonetheless, I scrubbed myself
down in the
shower, shaved, and used deodorant. I checked myself
twice in the
mirror and then went over to Mindy's dorm to pick
her up.
I walked excitedly over to her dorm and,
when I got there, I
called her phone number on the intercom. She told
me that she would
be right down. Several minutes passed and then she
appeared. What
a knockout! She was all dressed in black -- with
a loose-fitting,
turtleneck black sweater, short black satiny skirt,
black hi-top
stockings and knee high boots. My eyes quickly dropped
down to
stare at her lovely skin between the tops of her
stockings and the
bottom of her skirt. She caught me ogling her and
when I looked up
at her face a split second later, I saw an amused
look on her face.
She walked -- or should I say "sashayed"
-- over to me, softly
grasped my upper arm, pulled me subtly closer, and
turned her body
and face to kiss me on my cheek. All at the same
time, her hair
brushed against my face, her breasts rubbed lightly
against my
chest, and I smelled her wonderful aroma. I couldn't
help sniffing
audibly; I was overcome by the flood of sensations.
I felt myself
responding; I just couldn't help it.
For a brief moment, then -- either accidentally
or purposely --
her hand brushed down over the front of my pants.
In that quick
moment, she must have unmistakably felt the bulge
in my pants. She
smiled and then said, in a low but very clear and
insistent voice,
"C'mon upstairs. We'll have to do something
about this." I couldn't
believe that this was happening so fast!
We walked over to the elevator. It must
have been held open on
another floor because it took a long time to come.
While we were
waiting, Mindy stood close to me and I wanted to
reach out to
embrace her. Finally we got on the elevator, which
was empty. As
the doors closed, Mindy turned to me, placed her
hand on my neck
and drew me close. Suddenly, she started to kiss
me hungrily,
passionately, desperately. Her tongue was exploring
the inside of
my mouth. I responded in kind. We were locked in
an embrace and
then I felt two wet fingers next to my nostrils.
Seconds later, I
realized that I was smelling her woman's scent.
She must have
reached down to rub her fingers inside her privates.
She pushed her
fingers slightly up into my nose. The combination
of her musky odor
and the ardor of our long kiss was overwhelming.
The elevator stopped, and the doors opened.
As we got off, she
purposely -- it must have been on purpose! -- once
again caressed
the growing bulge in my pants. She smiled at me
knowingly. We
walked down the hallway to her room. I could scarcely
contain my
excitement; yet, as a counterpoint, it was humorously
awkward
walking with a hard-on.
We walked into her room. She carefully
turned to double lock
the door, and fasten the chain. She turned to me,
looked right into
my eyes, paused, and then said, in a strangely matter-of-fact
tone,
"Take off all of your clothes...all of them"
You know what they say about men -- "When
the cock gets hard,
the brain gets soft." Anyway, I stood there
and started to unbutton
my shirt, took it off, and then bent over to take
off my shoes. She
laughed, and then said, more seriously, "Sit
down on the bed and
then take off the rest of your clothes."
I removed my shoes and socks. I then pulled
down my slacks and
underwear. She picked my white jockeys and inspected
the inside
carefully. "Good. You keep yourself clean.
I wouldn't want to be
with anyone with poor habits."
I was nude, yet she was still fully clothed.
She pushed me
back on the bed. My feet were still touching the
floor. She knelt
down between my legs and softly grabbed my cock.
She started
rubbing it up and down. As I started to breathe
harder from the
excitation, her own smell from inside my nose was
intensified. It
felt so good and I felt myself getting close to
getting there.
"Boys like you come much too quickly."
I then felt her encircle my
penis with her thumb and index finger, just below
the head, and
then she squeezed, hard. I felt my raging hard-on
start to subside.
"Good. Now we'll get down to business."
Mindy took my dick once more in her hand
and then drew her
body up. She engulfed my cock in her mouth and slowly,
languidly,
started to move her mouth up and down on it. She
held her hand
tightly around the base of my cock. Soon, inevitably,
I started to
come, and she sensed the premonitory sensation,
too. "Please," I
moaned, but she pulled her mouth off my cock, and,
once again,
squeezed her thumb and finger around my manhood
until the sensation
passed.
She stood up, reached down under her skirt
and pulled her
panties down. They were bright pink and silky, with
some lace
around the leg and waist openings. She let them
drop down to her
ankles, and then bent over to pull them off her
feet. She lifted
them up for me to see, smiled at me, and then carefully
placed the
moist area that had been between her legs and placed
it tightly
over my nose. "Breathe deeply and smell all
of me," she ordered. I
could hardly refuse.
Holding her wet silky panties over my
nose and face, she
climbed up on the bed, and, on her knees, brought
her body up
closer my head. "Now I want you to kiss and
lick ME," she directed.
She then rotated her body, quickly lifted her short
skirt over my
face and wrapped her legs around both sides of my
head. I was
thrust into darkness as her skirt floated down around
my head and
as she maneuvered her vagina down onto my mouth.
She pressed her
body even more against my mouth as I felt her bend
over. I started
to lick her, and, as I did so, she responded in
kind. She drew my
cock into her mouth and sucked me, and grabbed my
testicles
tightly. I licked her furiously and stuck my tongue
in and out of
her. I felt her begin to spasm and I, too, started
to come, but,
once more, she stopped ME from coming by tightly
pinching just
below the head of my cock.
She pushed her body from me and got off
my face. She had a
satisfied look on her face. "That felt really
nice," she said after
a few moments. "But if you want to come, you're
going to have to
wait."
"Oh, c'mon," I pleaded. "You
got me so horny. Please finish me
off."
Merrily, she laughed. "Not right
now. But I will take care of
you later. I promise."
Thank goodness she wasn't going to leave
me hanging.
"But there are a few things that
you're going to have to do
for me," Mindy announced. Her voice started
to take on a more
serious, more menacing tone. She got off the bed,
straightened her
skirt, and opened the bottom drawer or her dresser.
As she did so,
the back of her skirt rode up over her ass and I
got a brief, yet
luscious, view of her ass and vagina. She must have
known exactly
what effect she was having on me.
She came back holding a small flesh colored
dildo and some
thin linked chain. She held the dildo up for me
to see. The dildo
was about six inches long and, at its widest, almost
an inch in
diameter. Instead of a round circle of rubber at
one end, most of
both sides of the circle was cut away so only a
half inch strip of
rubber, about three inches long, was left. At the
center of the
strip, at the base of the dildo, a metal eyelet
had been fastened.
As if she were reading my thoughts, she said, "The
excess was cut
away to make wearing it more comfortable. But this
remaining strip
will stop it from going all the way in. And you'll
soon find out
what the eyelet is for." She dropped the chain
on the bed next to
my head and I automatically turned my head in response
to the
clinking noise.
Abruptly, Mindy said, "Watch this."
As I turned back towards
her, she slowly pushed the dildo up inside of her.
I heard her
audible intake of air and a brief look of ecstasy
in her eyes. She
pulled it slowly out and then in several times.
Her eyes glazed
over and her breathing quickened. Then, abruptly,
she pulled the
dildo out, and leaned over me.
She placed the tip of the dildo against
my lips and, pushing
it between my clenched teeth, said, "Take this
all the way into
your mouth and make it as wet as you can."
I complied...what choice
did I have? After all, her taste and smell of her
made me more
excited and even more erect.
She started moving it slowly up and down
inside my mouth. "How
do you like being fucked in your mouth? Mindy asked.
I was taken
aback by her sudden vulgarity, but without waiting
for my response,
she grabbed my erection with her other hand, and
started to rub it
up and down. It was still damp from her saliva.
"Now for something really nice,"
Mindy announced. "Spread your
legs wide." She pulled the dildo out of my
mouth. At the same time
she was rubbing my erection, she reached down between
my legs and
started to press the dildo against my asshole. "What
the..." I
started to ask.
"Keep still and just try to relax,"
Mindy directed. I couldn't
refuse her. She started to move the tip in and out,
very slowly.
"Your ass is so tight. You must be a virgin,"
she noted. I heard an
almost imperceptible chuckle.
As much as my sphincter tried to resist,
Mindy was implacable.
She continued to work the dildo even further into
me. At one point
she had to stop caressing my dick in order to pinch
it just below
the head to stop me from getting there. But stopping
the onrush of
my orgasm didn't stop her from finally pushing the
dildo all the
way in.
She brought her body up onto the bed and,
kneeling between my
legs, once again took me into her mouth. She started
to moved her
mouth up and down on me in rhythm with the thrusting
of the dildo
inside of me -- at first ever so slowly, and then
more rapidly. Her
mouth was hot and wet, and the dribble of her saliva
made its way
down between my legs and onto the dildo.
The feeling was excruciatingly wonderful.
I could have
orgasmed immediately, except that Mindy knew exactly
when to apply
her "death grip" which pulled me back
from my orgasm. After several
more cycles or excitation and de-escalation, she
pulled her mouth
off of me with a loud slurp and told me to stand
up.
As I got off the bed, she picked up the
chain and then quickly
stood next to me to grab and hold onto my erect
cock. As she let
gravity straighten out the chain, I noticed that
the one chain was
actually two chains fastened together at the midpoint
of each. I
started to question her, to try to resist, but in
a very
authoritative tone, Mindy told me to "stand
at attention." She then
ordered me to move my legs apart and to stand very
still.
She took her hand off my cock, which,
in its purple and
engorged state, continue to stick out of my body
like a "One Way"
sign. She stepped around me and, from behind, wrapped
the chain
around my waist. I noticed that the juncture of
the two chains was
right next to my navel. She pulled the ends of one
chain tight
around me and she must have hooked something through
the links to
keep it held tightly around my waist.
She moved to face me and I watched her
in a fascinated haze of
sexual expectation. It was mesmerizing to observe
her as she used
what looked like a knitting needle to thread the
two remaining
chains through doubled over loops on both long sides
of a six inch
by two inch piece of beige strong cloth. These loops,
about a half
inch in diameter, had been formed by folding over
the cloth and
sewing seams along each long end, along a half inch
line from each
edge. The thick black thread looked even stronger
than the cloth.
She worked the cloth down the chain until
it was about four
inches from the waist chain. She placed the cloth
right on my
erection, where it obediently stayed, since I was
still quite
erect. She moved to stand behind me, and then, kneeling
down,
reached from behind and between my legs and quickly
pulled the
chain ends back and then up between my legs. My
erection was
horribly bent backwards and up between my legs.
I almost swooned
with pain. I could only topple over if I tried to
move because she
had looped the chains around the waist chain and
was pulling with
inescapable force.
After a few moments, when I started to
recover from this
assault, she made sure that each of the two chains
were on either
side of my scrotum. I then felt her fumbling around
the base of the
dildo. She released one chain from its loop around
the waist chain,
but promptly threaded it through the eyelet at the
base of the
dildo and then looped it back over the waist chain.
She did the
same with the other chain. Then, I heard the unmistakable
"click"
of a lock. "Now this will keep your old cock
out of the way and
your new cock way up inside of you." And then
Mindy laughed.
It felt as if my groin was being distended
downward. It was
like the most horrible but the most exquisite of
wedgies.
"It's time to go out on our date,
now. Oh yes...I didn't
forget the promise to take care of you later."
End of part 1 of 3
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Part 2 of 3 -- Mindy's Sweet Revenge
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Mindy's Sweet Revenge
by A. BoyChik, February, 1996
Synopsis: A college student, desperate
for a beautiful co-ed, is
taught a lesson he'll not soon forget.
...and now we continue...
How could I possibly walk around all chained
up? But Mindy
continued...
"Since you don't have a real cock,
in any sense of the word,
I want you to wear some different clothing."
She picked up her
bright pink panties from the bed and, bending down,
said, "Step
into these." I hesitated but then her voice
dropped down a notch as
she said, "Do it, or you'll leave this moment."
Would she push me
out into the hall, naked and chained up? At that
point, I feared
that she, indeed, would.
I stepped into her bright pink panties
and she pulled them up
my legs. The lacy elastic waist band made a discernible
snap as she
positioned them around my waist. The silky material
felt smooth and
snug against my skin.
She walked over to her dresser, and, suddenly
whirling, she
said "Smile!" as a flash went off. When
my eyes readjusted, she was
holding a Polaroid camera. "This will be just
for the two of us,
unless you want some copies made," Mindy said,
ominously.
She then pulled out a bright pink matching
bra from her
dresser and held it up for me to see. "This
one will probably fit
you the best," she said. She placed it around
my chest and fastened
it behind me. She then began to squeeze both nipples
and
alternately softly caress my skin through the silky
material. "See
how nice this feels?" She paused. "Say
it. Tell me now nice this
feels."
She kept rubbing my nipples and squeezing
them. I felt a
stirring between my legs. "Mmmmm. This feels
so nice," I finally
admitted.
"Now fondle yourself. Squeeze your
nipples. Do it!"
I placed my hands over my chest and rubbed
my hands over my
bra. I pinched my nipples until they hurt. And it
did feel so good.
Another flash! Damn, she had taken another picture.
"Just for our
scrapbook," she said, chuckling.
"Good. But what you really need are
some real' breasts." She
took small breast forms out of her drawer and carefully
placed them
in each cup. "You wouldn't want bigger tits
than mine, would you?"
I was confused. I didn't know what to say.
"Now hurry up and get dressed,"
Mindy commanded. I looked at
her imploringly. I couldn't believe that she intended
to go out
with me dressed with bright pink feminine undergarments
and trussed
up the way I was. As an answer, she said, simply,
"Put your clothes
on. Now."
I pulled my shirt on and started to button
it. Mindy laughed
when she noticed that my larger chest caused the
shirt to distend
in the front. Also, I could see the outline of bra
straps through
the thin material. "All of your clothes,"
was all that she had to
say. I pulled up my pants and belted them. It was
not very
comfortable when I had to bend over to pull up my
socks and tie my
shoes.
I stood up and Mindy laughed. My shirt
looked ridiculous. "You
can't go out that way," she said and she rummaged
through one of
her drawers and pulled out a pink sweater. She stepped
toward me
and suddenly ripped at my shirt, tearing the buttons
off. "This
will fit you much better. Take off your shirt and
put this on."
I took off what remained of my shirt and
pulled the sweater
down over my head. It was a v-neck, but the neck
had a lacy edge
sewn around the opening. Worse, yet, there were
no sleeves. And the
arm holes, too, had lace around each opening. "The
sweater looks
very pretty on you."
The sweater felt nice because it was cotton
-- I hated wool --
but the color and style were ultra-feminine. No
one could possibly
mistake it for a man's sweater.
"Look at you! That hair under your
arms has got to go," Mindy
said scornfully. She reached into a drawer and pulled
out a can of
shaving cream and a pink throwaway razor. "Lift
your arms up. I
haven't got all day." And just like that, she
proceeded to shave
the hair from under my arms. "And now, a little
talcum powder."
With a powder puff, she then sprinkled some scented
powder under my
arms. When was this going to end?
"Wait a sec. Your neck looks so bare
since you're wearing such
a frilly lacy sweater. She reached once more into
her drawer and
took out a black velvet choker necklace. She placed
it around my
neck and fastened it. It was just tight enough so
that when I tried
to turn my head, it started to constrict me.
"Oh, damn. We've got to do something
with your face. It's too
pale." She brought over some makeup, and I
started to say, "That's
enou..." but Mindy cut me right off and reminded
me, "Remember
those pictures. You wouldn't want them all over
the campus." She
smiled as the implicit threat was spoken.
She sat me down on a chair in front of
her mirror. I watched
in fascination as she first applied dark blue eye
shadow and then
eye liner. "If you have too much makeup on,
you'll look like a
whore," Mindy noted. But she proceeded to put
on more and more
layers. And then, she took out her lipstick. The
color was a very
bright red. "Open your mouth slightly."
She continued by painting
my lips. I felt the glossy, waxy feeling as my lips
were coated.
"Now move your lips together."
"Now one more touch." She picked
up two large gold hoop
earrings and placed them next to each ear. "Too
bad your ears
aren't pierced. I'm glad that these are clip-ons."
And she screwed
them onto my ears. I could feel their weight, and,
as I moved my
head, I could also feel them jangling against my
neck.
"Now look at yourself in the mirror.
Examine how you look and
feel, wearing a frilly pink sweater, with your bright
pink
brassiere under it. Feel the pull of the elastic
around your chest
and over your shoulders. Feel the satiny smoothness
of its material
against your skin. Feel your nice big dildo locked
up inside of
you. Feel how those tight your nice case-hardened
steel chains are
locked around your waist and which are holding you
cock in place,
up between your legs. And that lock -- you're not
going to open
that any time soon! And feel your bright pink satiny
panties
against your ass. Feel the tightness of your lacy
elastic waist
band and leg openings. And look at yourself in the
mirror. See how
nice your eye makeup looks! And your blush. And
feel your lipstick!
And look at how your new earrings glimmer and sparkle
when you move
your head!"
And, as I was gazing at my reflection
in the mirror -- I
couldn't look away -- I heard Mindy say "smile"
and once, again,
the flash went off. Another picture was taken!
"Okay. C'mon, let's go." She
grabbed a small handbag, took my
arm and led me to the door. I couldn't go out like
this. I pulled
back and Mindy turned to me and, in a very serious
tone, hissed at
me, "Either you go with me, or I'll make sure
that the pictures get
all around campus. And if you get especially obnoxious,
I'll have
security called and tell them that you tried to
assault me."
I had no choice. In a moment, we were
out in the hall, and
walking towards the elevator. Several girls approached
us; I could
see their eyes flitter momentarily from my painted
face and then
downwards towards my sweater. I could see a gleam
and a twinkling
in their eyes. I knew they were suppressing a laugh.
As we waited
for the elevator to arrive, I could hear the girls
tittering as
they walked away from us.
We got on the elevator. The talking among
the students on the
elevator turned to silence as we got on. Flushed
with shame, I
turned to watch the door as we descended.
Damn. It was then that I remembered that
we had to go through
the lobby. And, worse, it was Friday evening of
Homecoming Weekend,
and the lobby would be packed with people. There
was no escaping
this.
We got out of the elevator. Heads turned
to watch the curious
sight. Right in the center of the lobby, I noticed
some of Mindy's
friends gathered together, sitting on a circular
couch, talking to
their dates and other friends. "C'mon over,"
Mindy said, holding my
hand tight. "I want you to meet some of my
friends."
We walked over and they all looked up
as Mindy announced, "I
want you all to meet my new friend." And then
more loudly, "He very
much likes wearing makeup and slutty clothes."
Then, she went
through each of the introductions one by one. They
were all looking
bemusedly at me.
When she was done with the greetings,
she raised her voice
even higher and said, "Now I'd like to show
you something really
interesting." She stressed the word "really."
She leaned over and whispered in my ear,
"Do what I tell you
or those photos I took will be all over the campus
by tomorrow."
More loudly, she said, "Raise your hands way
over your head."
I had to comply. I slowly raised my hands.
My shaved and
powdered underarms were obviously visible. "Higher,"
she loudly
commanded, "and keep them there."
Heads began turning towards us. The din
in the lobby became
lower. All of a sudden, she pulled the sweater up
over my head.
Laughter broke out as all the people in the crowd
saw that I was
wearing a bright pink bra which was holding in my
breast forms.
And then she pulled the sweater entirely
off. I looked around.
All eyes were on us. People were laughing and pointing.
Some were
cheering. Then, flashes went off. Mindy wouldn't
be the only one
with pictures of this event.
With my hands way up and before I could
recover, Mindy swiftly
unbelted and opened my pants and pulled them down
my legs. I
couldn't hide; I couldn't even run with the pants
around my ankles.
There I was, standing in my bright pink panties
and matching bra,
wearing slutty makeup. There was no bulge to hide
because my
manhood was chained and locked down between my legs.
Then there was
more laughter! More shouting! More flashes! More
catcalls and hoots
of derision!
I was overwhelmed. I couldn't hide and
I couldn't escape. I
felt myself crumpling to the floor.
In a haze, I felt myself thrashing about.
Shortly after, I
felt myself being restrained with my arms folded
in front of me. Oh
no! This couldn't be happening. There were hands
all over me as I
felt myself being forced into a straitjacket. My
arms soon became
immobile as the sleeves were buckled behind me.
And then the strap
of the straitjacket was pulled tightly between my
legs and fastened
to the strap in back. I heard laughter all around
me as I was
lifted onto a gurney and then wheeled away.
From far away, I heard incoherent mutterings...mutterings
which must have, horribly, been coming from my mouth.
I tried to
resist, but I couldn't move. I tried to scream but
a gag must have
been placed in my mouth. I tried to open my mouth
wide and push it
out with my tongue but it must have been tied around
my head. All
I could do was moan inconsolably.
And then, thankfully, my mind drifted
away.
I awoke slowly out of a stupor. Slowly,
I opened my eyes. The
room was very bright; it must have been daytime
because the sun was
streaming into the room. I tried to get up but all
I could do was
barely turn my head. I tried to move my arms, which
were stretched
out towards the sides of the bed, but then I noticed
that they were
strapped down to the railings on the side of the
bed by leather
cuffs. I then tried to move my legs, but they, too,
were stretched
out, spread-eagled. I looked to either side. I was
in a hospital
room. What could be happening to me?
My groin ached. It felt like I had to
pee very badly. I looked
around and saw that there was no one else in the
room. I tried to
call out but my mouth ached. My lips and teeth were
being spread
apart by that -- now I remember! -- that gag that
had been put in
my mouth before was still in. I wondered how long
ago that must
have been.
I looked down. I was still wearing the
bright pink bra, since
I could see that my "breasts" were still
protruding upwards.
I could also feel that -- oh no! -- the
chains were still
locked tightly around my waist and my cock was still
locked in its
unnatural position, bent backwards down between
my legs.
I closed my eyes, hoping that this was
just a bad dream, and
then I opened them again, just as the door opened.
The door opened and our of the periphery
of my vision, in came
a woman in white dressed like a nurse! But...it
was Mindy! Oh,
thank goodness! I had a sense of being saved, but
this sense of
relief quickly passed when I noticed that she had
a triumphant look
on her face.
"You look so pretty lying there,
spread-eagled. Even though
some of your makeup has smeared, it's quite repairable.
Your bright
red lipstick looks strangely alluring around your
large rubber gag.
And your matching bra and panty set still makes
you look pretty and
feminine. But you must have lost your earrings.
They must have
fallen off in that struggle. We mustn't let that
happen again."
Tied down, spread-eagled, I looked up at her, not
believing that
this surreal conversation was taking place.
Then Mindy rolled a feeding table over
to the bed. From her
carryall, she pulled out a plastic bag, removed
its contents and
rolled them out on the feeding table. Since the
level of the
feeding table was above my head, I couldn't see
exactly what she
was doing.
She pushed my head down and grabbed my
ear. "We don't want you
to lose any more earrings, do we?" She warned
me to "not
move...even a little" or I'd make things worse.
Suddenly, I felt a
pin prick in my ear lobe and then a needle was drawn
all the way
through. I started to thrash my head but Mindy held
it down, tight
against the bed. The sharp pain slowly subsided,
to be replaced by
a continued burning sensation. Peripherally, I saw
the glint of a
large hoop and then felt my stabbing pain as she
maneuvered it into
my ear. I heard the ominous sound of a latching
mechanism.
Then, Mindy said, "Let's do the other
ear now." Resigned to my
fate, I turned my head in the other direction. My
head rested on
the earring that she had just inserted. Holding
my head down
tightly, once again, she grabbed my ear and quickly
drew the needle
into and through my ear lobe. I started to scream
out, but the gag
allowed only a moan to come out. She pushed a loop
through the
other ear and clicked it into position.
Mindy laughed. "You're not going
to get these out anytime
soon. You see, they're not just earrings. They are
special locks
which have been placed through your ears."
And then she said,
teasingly, "Don't you wonder who is going to
hold onto the key?"
I looked at her, horrified. As I gazed
at her, she reached
over and picked up another device, which she held
up so that I
could clearly see it. It was a steel vise-like mechanism
that
looked like pincers and had a spring attachment
which would keep it
closed. She showed me that by tightening and loosening
a turnscrew,
the pincers, which actually consisted of one sharpened
point on one
end and a corresponding hole on the other, were
moved closer
together or spread further apart. She also showed
me that the
spring did not snap the pincer closed immediately,
for which I was
thankful -- prematurely, I might add. Finally, she
pointed out that
the needle was almost one fourth of an inch in diameter.
Mindy reached down and pulled out my right
breast form. She
felt around under my pink bra and started pinching
my nipple, which
made it stick out. I couldn't help from feeling
aroused, despite
the fact that my cock was still imprisoned backwards
and downwards
between my legs.
She picked up one of the pincers and,
holding me down,
adjusted the pincer so that the tips were far enough
apart to fit
on either side of my nipple. She then placed the
pincer on either
side of my nipple and tightened the thumbscrew until
the needle
started to pierce my skin. I started to squirm,
but I couldn't
escape.
I noticed that she loved to prolong my
suffering. She pulled
out the other breast form and repeated the process
to my other
nipple. I was fastened down and I couldn't escape
as her torture.
"And now, for the best part!"
Mindy announced. She released a
catch on each pincer and the spring-loaded needle
started to push
itself into my skin. "It'll take at least several
hours before the
needle is totally through. Then, we'll attach another
set of
locking rings through them."
I was in agony. The needle started its
inexorable trip through
my nipple. And this was going to take hours! How
was I able to
stand it?
End of part 2 of 3
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Part 3 of 3 -- Mindy's Sweet Revenge
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Mindy's Sweet Revenge
by A. BoyChik, February, 1996
Synopsis: A college student, desperate
for a beautiful co-ed, is
taught a lesson he'll not soon forget.
...and now we continue...
My eyes pleaded with her to stop, but
she refused to relent.
As if to answer my unsaid question, she asked, "I
guess you wonder
why this is happening to you, and where you are."
Writhing, out of
control, and wide-eyed, I nodded my head. Mindy
continued. "I was
getting annoying, obscene phone calls. The calls
started coming at
all hours of the night and they became even more
disturbing. The
calls came every day, all throughout the day and
night."
I shook my head, no. Did she really think
that I had been the
caller? "Anyway," she continued, "I
noticed you following me. You
looked like you were stalking me. And you know I
can make you admit
it. So my friends and I set a trap. You kept on
asking me out on
dates and I finally gave in, in order to teach you
a lesson. I
invited you up to my room and...I guess you know
what happened
after that..."
"And then you were brought here.
If you're wondering, you
happen to be in a hospital room in the closed building
of the state
mental hospital. Some of my friends are medical
students, interns
and residents who have been able to make copies
of the keys to the
building and to the rooms. And, you know what?"
She paused. "The
calls have finally stopped. So it proves that it
had to be you."
Again, I tried to shake my head, no, but
she ignored my
protest. "And now I have you where I want you.
One thing I know for
sure is that you'll never do that to anyone again."
She untied my gag and I started to protest
that it wasn't me.
She slapped my face and ordered me to be quiet.
Again, I tried to
proclaim my innocence, but she slapped me several
times more. She
picked up what looked like a rubber ball attached
to a tube. "Open
your mouth," Mindy directed. I didn't comply,
but she raised her
hand in warning. "Wider!" As I did so,
she quickly crammed the ball
into my mouth. I soon felt the ball become larger;
Mindy must have
been filling it with a pump!
My cheeks were distended outward and my
jaw was forced
downward. "This special expanding gag has many
uses. First, I won't
have to listen to your screams, and you will scream,"
Mindy said.
"And, second, I can force liquids into you
and then down your
throat through a special internal tube. It will
be interesting to
find out what you will be swallowing."
"Now, I'll leave you alone to scream
into your gag and fully
enjoy your treatment," Mindy said airily. "So
you can fully
appreciate your predicament, I'm going to cover
your head. I looked
at her in horror as she picked up a leather bag
with a drawstring
tie, pulled it down over my head, and tied the drawstring
tight
around my neck. I was left in darkness all by myself,
writhing in
pain, moaning into my gag, to endure the unendurable,
to face only
the demented desires of my torturous oppressor.
I heard the door close. Minutes, hours
passed. I couldn't know
how many. I squirmed, trying to dislodge the cruelly
tightening
pincers on my nipples. I shook my body hard -- like
a spasm -- but
to no avail; in fact, the burning pain increased.
I decided to lie
still. My mind wandered. I tried to find a place
inside my head far
from the consciousness of pain. I thought I would
go mad.
Later...much later...I felt and heard,
as if from far away the
sound of the door opening. I felt my nipples being
pulled away from
my body. I almost fainted from the sudden pain.
"Good. It's all the
way through," I heard Mindy saying. "Now,
we'll make the piercing
permanent."
I felt more tugging on my nipple, and,
finally, a sense of
release. "Now it's time to lock on your nipple
rings," Mindy
announced.
Again, excruciating pain. I felt cold,
hard steel being pushed
through the hole first one nipple, and then the
other. I screamed,
but it was a scream without sound. Then, finally,
I heard the
unmistakable sound of locks snapping into place.
"These internally
locking, case-hardened, stainless steel rings are
permanent. They
are yours to wear and endure from now on."
And Mindy started to
pull at them and turn them around, back and forth,
as I whimpered
in agony.
"When's the last time you were allowed
in the bathroom?" Mindy
asked. Knowing I couldn't answer, she continued.
"From now on,
we're going to control that, too. I'm going to insert
a balloon
catheter into your cock and it will stay inside
of you until I want
to take it out. And, the best part of it,"
Mindy said, laughing,
"is that I'll be able to turn it on and off.
You'll piss when I
want you to, and you won't be able to go when I
don't want you to."
Inside my hot leather hood, I could feel
myself sweating
profusely, in fear and trepidation.
Mindy placed her hand on my bladder and
pressed. I was too
ashamed to let go. She reached around me and I heard
a lock
unclicking. She loosened the chains holding my dick
captive, and
pulled it free. I quickly heard another clicking
of a lock hasp.
All of a sudden there was a burning pain on my dick.
"This tiny dog
whip is so effective...don't you think so?"
Mindy asked, knowing I
couldn't answer. Again, and again, she struck my
dick. I was
groaning and sobbing. The burning pain was intense,
and, horribly,
inescapable. "You'll get to learn that, from
now on, whenever your
dick is set free, it will have to be punished."
And she continued
to strike it, without mercy.
Then, finally, it was over. There was
a lull; I sensed her
moving around the room. The, she grabbed my dick
and I felt a cold
point being pressed against the opening of my burning
dick. "You're
lucky that I'm using some lubrication...next time
you won't be so
lucky."
She continued to push the tube further
in. I couldn't stop
from writhing. "Lie still," Mindy ordered,
"I wouldn't want to ruin
your manhood forever." Then, I felt expansion
way up and inside of
me. "The balloon will keep it in; you won't
be able to dislodge it.
And this very tight plastic tie right under the
head of your cock
will also help keep you all together."
Lying there in fear, fastened down, in
darkness inside my
hood, unable to avoid these awful degradations,
I could only hope
beyond hope that it was over. My nipples had been
pierced, my ass
was still filled with its plug, and my cock with
the horrible
balloon. My mouth, too was distended. Every orifice
was under her
direct control.
Days and weeks passed. Fluids were being
forced into my mouth
and down my throat. Mindy noted that she was allowing
me to live --
"to exist," as she put it. Often, I was
forced to swallow my own
urine. Its warm, salty taste inevitably made me
gag, but Mindy
warned me to swallow, or that would be all that
I would be getting
that day.
Throughout this, I was also being given
injections. Mindy
laughed when she jammed the needle into me, and
once promised that
"I would thank her for her wonderful care."
Sometimes, she injected
me directly into my scrotum. Lying in the dark,
instead of getting
used to the pain, my nipples were becoming more
sensitive. It felt
as though the locking rings were touching my chest
in a slightly
different place from before.
My worst fears were verified when Mindy
started to twist the
rings and said, "Those hormones I've been injecting
into you are
working quite nicely. Your breasts are starting
to fill out." She
continued to cruelly twist and pull at my nipples
as I screamed
into my gag.
Every time Mindy came to me, my cock was
submitted to torture,
too. Every time, she repeatedly cracked the cruel
whip against my
cock, my balls, or lifting them up, between the
crack of my ass.
She never failed to make me moan and noiselessly
scream into my
gag. "Soon, you won't want your little cock
and balls anymore,"
Mindy said to me. "The hormones are making
them shrink and, one
day, you'll plead with me to remove them."
I feared Mindy's visits as much as I feared
her not coming.
What would happen to me if she were in an car accident?
Or just
decided to forget about me? No one knew where I
was; no one knew
that anyone was here.
Days and weeks went by in a blur. The
regime of pain,
degradation and humiliation to which I was subjected
was so
inevitable that it became virtually the only life
to which I was
accustomed. But then, one day...
I heard Mindy entering. The leather bag
was untied and pulled
away from my head. Mindy stood over me as my eyes
adjusted to the
light. "Today's the last day of the term."
She held what looked
like large, shiny metal pliers, or cutters, in front
of my face.
"And today's the day you'll beg me, as I promised,"
she said.
At first, Mindy pulled and twisted the
nipple rings. I looked
down and noticed that my breasts were sticking out
from my body.
"Your breasts, I think, are now at least a
size B," Mindy said.
"They'll nicely fill up a bra without any padding
now. She
continued to torture my nipples. As always, when
she did that, I
started to moan into my gag.
Soon, I felt the balloon gag inside my
mouth become flaccid;
Mindy must have deflated it. I tried to move my
mouth but it must
have become frozen into its spread-open position.
She slapped me
several times on each cheek and warned me to speak
only when spoken
to.
Then, she reached down let the air out
of the balloon catheter
in my penis. She slowly pulled the tube out of me
and placed it
aside. It burned horribly as she slowly drew it
out and I moaned.
Mindy laughed and said, "I hope we won't need
this anymore."
Finally, it was all the way out.
Mindy reached down and held my cock in
one hand, and started
to rub it up and down. This was so much better than
the inexorable
whipping I received! Despite the pain, I felt the
beginnings of
arousal. "Your pitiful dick is so little,"
Mindy laughingly said.
"Those injections were so nice and effective!"
She kept on rubbing
me and I felt myself getting hard.
With her other hand, she grabbed my scrotum,
yanked at it, and
I squirmed. She clutched one of my balls and started
to twist it.
I squirmed even more as she increased the pressure.
As she rubbed
my cock, she alternatingly pressed each testicle
until I thought it
was going to pop. The pain was incredibly intense.
"Ask me to stop
the pain," Mindy whispered.
"Please stop!" I shouted. She
smiled at me as she crushed one
of my testicles. I started to gyrate on the bed.
"Tell me how to
stop the pain," Mindy offered.
And then, through the haze of extreme
pain, her purpose came
to me. She wanted me to ask her to cut my balls
off...to actually
beg her to neuter me! No...she wanted me to plead
to have my balls
removed.
"You know how to ask," Mindy
continued. She smiled at me as
she rubbed me and squeezed each testicle even harder.
"You will
beg, you know."
My suffering was just too much. I couldn't
stand the pain any
longer. "Okay!" I shouted. "I can't
take it any more. Get it over
with! Cut them off already!"
"What did you say?" Mindy asked,
mildly, as she gave one of my
testicles a particularly hard squeeze.
"Please. Please cut them off,"
I heard myself saying.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you,"
Mindy said.
"Please," I begged. "Cut
them off and stop the pain."
Suddenly, the pressure stopped. Mindy
reached over and picked
up the special cutter. "I knew you would want
me to. See this?
These kinds of tools are used to emasculate bulls,"
Mindy
explained. "It's so nice to go to a university
which has an animal
husbandry course, don't you think?"
I looked up at her, pleadingly. "This
type of cutter is very
ingenious. In two motions, it will first clamp the
skin tight, and
then cut off your balls and clamp off the blood
vessels so you
won't bleed to death." Carefully, she positioned
it above the sack
and clamped it tight.
She then started to rub my dick again.
Up and down. She even
reached over and pressed some K-Y onto it. Without
the catheter
inside of me, I was becoming stimulated. I felt
my cock hardening
inside her grip as she stroked me. "This is
what you always wanted
from me, didn't you?" Mindy shouted.
"Yes!" I admitted. I saw her
nod knowingly at me.
"Because of the the hormones, this
will take longer than
usual," Mindy explained. "But you'd better
enjoy it, because it
will be the last orgasm you will ever have."
Oh no! This was it! She rubbed me slowly
up and down. She was
not going to stop! Soon, I felt myself starting
to ejaculate. I
tried to hold back, but I knew, eventually, that
I couldn't stop
it. The cold steel was affixed around my sac and
I was going to get
there for the very last time!
Finally, I started to cum. At the very
same time, I felt the
sharp knife edges of the pincers slice through my
skin. Then,
simultaneously, the tight clamping of steel around
the new opening.
And then darkness...
I must have passed out. Slowly, I came
to. The room was dark,
quiet and empty. I moved one arm, and, surprisingly,
it was free.
I found that my other arm, and my legs were also
free!
I started to sit up but I quickly became
woozy, and I dropped
back down on the bed. I felt weak and hungry. My
whole body hurt.
Lying there, examining myself, I found
that I was clothed in
a dark-colored satiny blouse and a short skirt.
I felt my chest and
my nipples were sore; the rings were still there.
My breasts,
indeed, must have grown because they were filling
the cups of the
bra I was wearing. I felt it constricting tightly
around my chest.
I reached down and felt under the skirt
for my genitals. Oh
no...the ordeal wasn't just a bad dream. My cock
was much smaller
than before and, worse yet, I no longer had any
testicles and the
tight metal ring was still there.
As I looked down, I saw that I was also
wearing shiny high
boots, and that I was wearing those sexy stockings
that came up to
right above my knees. What a cruel joke Mindy has
played on me!
I still had the butt plug inside of me,
too. Evidently, she
hadn't unlocked and removed it. How was I going
to get rid of that?
First, I had to get out of there! I knew
that if I tried to
quickly stand up, I'd probably fall on my face.
I turned around on
my stomach. The effort made me almost swoon with
pain. When I got
myself together, I started to slowly slide downward
off the bed,
holding on to it to keep my balance. My feet touched
the floor for
the first time in weeks, months -- how long could
my torment
possibly have been?
I stood up, holding onto the bed. I moved
each leg and felt
dizzy. Slowly, tentatively, I started to practice
walking around
the bed. The mid-size heels of the boots didn't
help too much,
either. I felt like a baby learning how to walk.
Finally, I took several tentative steps
towards the door. I
grabbed onto a rail on the wall. It occurred to
me that since it
was a hospital, at least I'd be able to hold onto
the rails along
the walls until I escaped.
Mercifully, the door was unlocked! I pulled
it open and looked
out into the hall. Eerily, it was empty, as Mindy
said it had been
for a long time. Which way should I go? I slowly
made my way down
the hall towards the door below a lit "exit"
sign. Somehow, I knew
it would be open, but, I thought, once I got outside,
which way --
and where -- would I go?
End
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