Pussy Whipped Wimp

                     Pussy Whipped Wimp - Chapter 15

       I distinctly remembered the words of the driver as she announced, "Last stop". For me there was a very high probability that she was correct. The one watching me delivered a kick to my ribs and ordered me to get out of the van. Evidently my efforts to prevent falling irritated her and so she shoved me head first out of the van. I landed awkwardly, half on my knees, my face kissing the ground, which was almost as hard a concrete. Another kick made me roll over onto my back that proved to be a very bad mistake. She stomped down with her booted foot, grinding the heel into my groin and bringing a strangled scream from me. My ankles were released from the chain around my ankles and they ordered me to begin crawling toward the nondescript house some twenty yards away. It was agony and she didn't help matters by walking behind and kicking me in the bottom or the ribs whenever my pace slackened. Every few feet I would nose over and plant my face into the hard dirt much to their amusement. Even with my escort's reluctant assistance, getting up the wooden steps that left splinters in my knees took the last bit of energy I possessed. The other one pounded on the door and moments later it opened and a disembodied hand reached out, grabbed my hair and pulled me forward across the threshold.

       The body that was attached to the hand proved to be large and rather muscular for a woman. It was astonishing but true, that the sight of this caramel-colored amazon had caused me to begin developing an erection. My escorts laughed and told the woman of their adventures while they transported me to my final resting place, as one so bluntly put it. She was not amused and demonstrated her unhappiness by grabbing me by the hair and kicking me squarely in the testicles not once but twice. I vomited up some bile and a little of the piss my escorts had made me swallow. That was too much for my captors to tolerate. One of them dragged me to my feet so the others could exercise their irritation by punching me in the face and occasionally dipping low to land a brutal blow to my swollen testicles. All the while they threatened to really hurt me once my strait jacket was removed and they could get some clean shots at my body. The amazon landed a punch that split my lips, drawing blood. Her companions urged her to knock out some of my teeth, but she was mollified by the sight of the bloody foam bubbling from my split lips.

       The two that brought me here took their leave once I was out of the straitjacket and hobble, with my hands cuffed behind my back. The amazon took over and marched me down the corridor toward a door at the far end. Inside there was an examining table, a chair, a metal stand from which hung a red enema bag, a crude shower including a floor drain, a small desk and a number of file cabinets. The woman seated behind the desk looked up with an irritated look on her face. I evidently had broken her concentration, for which I was later punished. She looked to be in her early fifties with graying hair and wore glasses. She had a round, nearly plump face with no outstanding characteristics. When she got to her feet, she could look down on me. The woman was a few pounds over weight, but not fat by any stretch of the imagination. What caught my eye immediately when her smock parted was a set of breasts that were impressively large, but not sagging.

       Then it happened once more, another erection, almost as if my penis had a life of its own. The amazon laughed out loud, not caring about the woman that had created my embarrassing condition. She gave me a cold smile and came around the desk to begin my evaluation as she described the next ten minutes of humiliating poking, prodding, squeezing and invading my naked body. All that time my penis stayed erect and even twitched when she placed her gloved hand around it and squeezed while with the other hand she hefted my swollen testicles in the palm of her hand without any expression on her face. The amazon was not even watching my examination; instead she was staring at the "doctor" and occasionally licking her lips as if she was sexually interested in the woman. Perhaps they were already lovers, how could I tell?

       Her last act of humiliation was to insert her lubricated middle finger into my rectum to assess the condition of my prostate. That brought on another chuckle from my guard, which was ignored by the woman evaluating me. She made me sit down so she could draw blood, then handed me a small cup for a urine sample. My erection was still throbbing, which prevented me from cooperating, much to my dismay. She looked over to where my guard stood and frowned. I turned my head just in time to catch her fist as it landed between my eyes and caused me to sink to my knees as if I had been hit with a tree limb, a large tree limb. By the time I was pulled back to my feet the doctor was waiting with a catheter that she jammed into the head of my penis and threaded into my bladder to draw urine. The pain made me shiver and brought tears to my eyes. My urine poured out and filled the jar nearly full, compliments of all I had been forced to drink by my captors on the last leg of this journey.

       The woman took a small sample from the jar and told the amazon to make sure I drank everything that remained in the jar, even the sediment that made the contents look so murky. It took a few minutes of threats and prodding to make me finish drinking every acrid drop of my own waste product. During that time the gray-haired woman gave me a treat by keeping her coat open and adjusting her bra almost continuously, making sure I was focused on what she was doing. With that done she dismissed us both, telling the guard to take me to room seven for an introduction to the rest of my life. The caramel-colored woman who was probably no more than in her mid-twenties escorted me to room seven and my first taste of hell, letting me know that most of the folks here lasted no longer than six weeks. Currently there were two women, one only in her early twenties, the other pushing sixty, who had survived longer. I was likely to get a look at them and what they were going through to make their exit to a happier place, sooner than later. Then she added that the men usually rolled over and died in much less time, probably since most were pussies like me in disguise.

       Room seven was large, almost cavernous, made entirely of concrete without the benefit of any type of covering such as rugs or paneling. The lighting came from two huge spotlights located at each end of the prison cell. The glare from the lights made it difficult to make out the sex of the figure that was hanging by its wrists from a steel rod that jutted from the concrete wall, legs stretched by the weights attached to the prisoner's ankles. Two women wearing uniforms and carrying weapons took charge of me, while my escort gave them a mock salute and sauntered from room seven, leaving me to their tender mercies. One was amused by my determined erection; the other ignored it for the moment. Soon I was suspended spread eagle fashion in a steel frame, wrists and ankles manacled securely into the corners. Then my introduction to this new world began and seemed to last for hours.

       My erection took a brutal beating from their rubber hoses. Every sickening stroke made me wish I were somewhere else, even rejoining my wanton wife and her mother, despite Roxy's inherent cruelty and Lil's general indifference.  Amazingly my penis resisted their best efforts for a time, if anything it was growing bigger, perhaps from the bruising and swelling the hoses were causing. My captors became irritated and switched their tactics. My penis was pulled up and back until it touched my belly. Tape was used to keep it in place. Now my testicles were totally exposed and became a fresh target. The first blow landed on target and I brought up some bile mixed with urine that I'd just swallowed. The two of them hammered away on my defenseless testicles until they were so swollen that they now seemed to be one throbbing mass of pulsating flesh that sent wave after wave of high-octane pain through my bare shivering body. By now my penis was no longer taunting their efforts, having shriveled to the size of a walnut.

       One of the guards observed that after that long trip I was probably thirsty. The other laughed and quickly produced a length of plastic tubing that was jammed into my mouth and forced down into my empty belly, nearly suffocating me in the process. My throat ached; feeling as if I'd just swallowed a razor blade. I couldn't see it, but there must have been a tap nearby, for my stomach began filling with water at a rapid rate. It was possible for me to watch my stomach grow larger as the minutes elapsed. At first there was only the discomfort created by the tubing which made drawing breath a challenge, but with time my belly felt full as if I had just finished a large meal. One of the women rubbed her hand over my protruding belly and told her partner to slow down the flow before I exploded. I heard a giggle and soon I was able to handle somewhat better the feelings attached to my greatly expanded stomach.

       One of them measured my girth and announced I could take more if the pressure was reduced by half a turn. I failed to notice the change, my belly felt as if it was ready to explode. To keep my mind off my swollen stomach I listened to the guards discussing the other unfortunate undergoing some form of punishment. It turned out to be the old woman, who was still alive despite the best efforts of the organization to snuff out her life and collect their fee. She had been in the hot box, sweating off a few more ounces from her emaciated figure, still conscious and now being prepared for the same treatment I was undergoing, except she'd be getting a very special solution that would shrink many of her internal organs, including her lungs. She would be forced to expend most of her energy trying to breathe, putting a strain on her heart. In an hour or so her doctor would inject her with a drug that would raise her blood pressure to a level that would cause certain organs to fail, leading to a rather slow and painful death.

       It was at that moment I realized this was likely going to be my fate as well. The thought of being killed, no matter how, made me sick. How could I prevent such a fate, surrounded by armed guards and people who were only interested in making me give up my fiscal secrets? For a few brief moments I forgot about my present, precarious position and concentrated on developing some kind of a plan to thwart their efforts. Naturally the first step was to stonewall them about the whereabouts of my money. Sooner or later they would break my will and then step two would come into play. I'd send them on a wild goose chase. What did it matter if they discovered my lies? What would they do, kill me? It was then that my grand plan fell to pieces and I lost control of my senses. The guards were amused and shortly afterward the tap was opened just enough to cause my bulging belly to push up against my lungs. I panicked and ruined the guards' enjoyment of the situation. Even as I drifted off into darkness, it was apparent I'd pay dearly for my bad behavior.

       I was in the middle of a nightmare; the caramel-colored guard was sucking my hard cock while the plump, gray-haired lady with the giant tits was donning a strap-on that held the biggest dildo I'd ever seen. I was still hanging from the frame and sweating like a pig for no good reason. The older woman disappeared behind me and I felt the nose of that monster dildo nudging against my tight asshole.

       "I hope he screams real loud when I corn hole him with my monster fuck stick. If that doesn't help him remember where he hid his money, we can always hook his balls up to the generator and see if a thousand volts will jolt his memory.... Is that naughty boy still stiff as stone? We're going to have to take the starch out of that little tool with my loaded rubber hose. No cock can stand up to that bad boy for long. Take it from me, I know that for a fact."

       My screams were so loud they woke me up, as well as made the two guards step back and reach for their weapons. I was still stretched out on the rack and to my amazement my penis was once more very hard, perhaps from my nightmare. What else could create this swelling? My belly was still big, but not bulging as before I passed out. Then I felt the wetness covering my torso and trailing down to drip from my testicles. In one smooth motion one of the guards stepped forward and drove the baton she carried into my groin, making me bring up another torrent of water that passed through both my nostrils and mouth. I gasped and choked, but stayed conscious.

       The other guard walked down to where the older woman hung, her head against her flat chest. Her belly was distended to its limit and she looked as if she was on the verge of death. She sank her baton into the woman's vagina bringing a low moan from the scarecrow. She moved to the rear and began drubbing the woman's kidneys, moving from side to side and laughing at the strange sounds that came from the bony skeleton. I could hear the taunts and then perhaps her death sentence.

       

       "You sure put up a struggle, I'll give you that. Too bad you couldn't somehow watch from a distance to see how they planned your going away party. In case you don't know, first you'll be soaked in gasoline and locked in the trunk of the car with a couple of full gas cans to keep you company. I hear they want to make sure you're awake so you can think about what you're facing. By then you'll have been beaten to a pulp and your arms and legs will be broken, so there's no chance of you getting out of the trunk before the car blows up. You'll go off a cliff and as soon as you and the car are airborne, the fuse will ignite the gas in the tank causing a really big explosion. You'll probably not even know it happened since you'll be auditioning for the role of the human torch about then, ably assisted by the gas cans that also exploded making a real mess of you and the interior of the car. Now that's the way to go if you ask me, quick and spectacular."

       My guards were paged to bring me to the laboratory for more testing, thus ending my brief stay in room seven. I would return quite often and after a time be the one that the guards talked about to the other unfortunates trapped in this charnel house. For the moment it was good to be away from that awful sight of the old woman, broken at last and now on the verge of being murdered by these uncaring fiends. I closed my eyes for a brief time and replaced that poor wretch with a shattered and emaciated Roxy, nothing but skin and bones, her big breasts cleaved from her chest, her face twisted from the unending pain she had experienced and an open wound replacing her vulva. I am almost ashamed to reveal my true feelings towards that monster disguised as a woman. I began to wonder what lay in store for me in the laboratory.

                       (To be continued - rolf palsy)