The Countess continues smashing Rolfs balls, pulled
down as they are by the terrible weights. She lays the paddles aside and
picks up a handful of long sharp needles. His testicles hang low,
stretched beyond imagination by the weights hanging from the rawhide noose
around his scrotum. The skin covering them is tight and shiny, the eggs
inside the sack ready to burst forth. The
Countess pulls the sack forward lifting the tender globes. She carefully
places the point of a needle and pricks the skin between the trapped
orbs. Rolf gasps and shrinks away as best he can. Very slowly and
carefully she pierces the skin of his scrotum, threading the needle between the
The pain is mind-bending, Rolf shrieks in agony as
blood spurts around the shaft of the needles from the myriad of
capillaries in the tender sack.... He howls in pain as his most tender parts
are skewered. The Countess very meticulously threads two more of
the needles between his bruised and swelling nuts. His testicles are aflame as
the Countess sadistically belabors the delicate orbs. Rolf is twisting
and gasping, terrible shrieks emanating from him with each short breath.
His body arches up as he strains in agony against the straps holding him in
their fierce clutches.. She drops the ravaged
and bleeding sack.
The Countess turns her attention to the large tumescent tool standing stiff and
tall from his groin. It is indeed impressive, all
of 10 inches long, and with the thong tightly tied around the base it throbs and
jerks, the surface knarled with pulsing veins. She
clasps her thumb and forefinger tightly about the base and slowly slides it up
towards the shining mauve head. She pauses just below the knob and slowly
slides it down again. Copious amounts of juice flow from the knob
lubricating her fingers. Up and down her hand slowly glides. She
bends her head closer to the summit of his manhood, her tongue slithering from
her mouth flutters around the rim, flicking at the bundle of nerves on the underside.
Rolf moans and shivers as her lips close over the head and sucks gently.
She releases the fingers tightly ringed around the shaft and grasps it in her
fist, resuming the slow titillation of the throbbing, pulsing organ, her fist
manipulating and squeezing the meaty column. Slowly and tantalizingly she
slides her hand up and down the turgid member. In spite of the towering
pain she is getting through to him and he
begins squirming and gasping, he begs her to stop, she is teasing him
toward the pinnacle of release. It takes time but he is soon writhing in
lust. Just as he is about to convulse and spurt his seed from the tip of his
tool she stops, leaving the hard pole of his member jerking and
twitching. She pulls down on his balls, wriggling the needles impaling
the sack. It quickly brings him back to reality and he quivers against
the bindings holding him. As soon as he has settled down the Countess
takes his tool in her hand once more, teasingly sliding her soft slippery palm
up and down, taunting, teasing. Sucking
the knob into her lips once more she takes it into her mouth and bobbing her
head laves it with her tongue, sucking. The teasing fingers and her
voracious mouth soon have him again writhing and humping his groin to her
tormenting mouth and hands.... Rolf is whining and shuddering as the
Countess teases and taunts him, bringing him yet again
to the peak of orgasm only to deny him again. Even if she had continued
he could not expel his man juice, the thong has
closed the tubes and vessels inside his penis, blood is able to flow in since
those vessels are deep within the shaft, but the ones allowing it to exit are
pinched off. The ducts to carry the semen up and out of the shaft are
pinched off too, if he is allowed to cum it will run into an impassable
blockage. As the countess resumes the sensual teasing of his phallus he
pleads for release. She brings him again and again to the brink of
spending only to be denied. The Countess is a master practitioner of the
sensual art of titillating the male apparatus. She plays with Rolf
for most of the afternoon and into the evening. Rolf is babbling and
pleading as he writhes in the insidious tease and denial, she is driving him
insane. Still it goes on and on. He wails and whimpers as she brings
him once more to the brink only to stop her ministrations, he is convulsing and
shaking, the head of his penis has swollen nearly twice it's
normal size. Rolf is sweating profusely and tenses and struggles against
the straps. Finally after nearly 7 hours of tease and
denial the Countess allows him to completely relax for some time.
He is not being teased and stimulated. She takes a sharp blade and places
it at the base of his rock hard member. Rolf stares in unbelieving
horror, she is going to cut off that most prized possession.
"Oh shush up you wimp!!"
The Countess slides the blade under the leather thong and with a deft twist
severs the band. Rolf's monumental tool, bound so savagely for so long
convulses and a stream of pent up fluids, gushes from the slit in the
head. He is not ejaculating, it is the pent up juices that normally flow
thru the urethra as the male member is stimulated, but had been cut off for so
long. While it is a relief to relieve the
pressure, it is a very long way from an orgasm which he so desperately
desires. His beaten and abused balls convulse and try to expel
their load to no avail. He has one very monumental case of blue
balls. They are nearly the size of lemons and the pain is excruciating.
Rolf shudders and shakes, flipping his pelvis forward, attempting to hurl
himself over the precipice and ejaculate, to no avail. His belly
convulses and quivers in vain, he is unable to cum and his viciously skewered
nuts bounce and swing back and forth. Cries of frustration and denial bubble
from his lips. His chest heaves as he sucks in vast lungs-full of air. He
continues shuddering quaking for some minutes as he tenses in unfulfilled
release. Sweat pours from his quivering body.
The Countess moves away from Rolf and watches his futile efforts. As the
results of his prolonged teasing subside, she kneels once again between his
thighs. She slowly but deftly removes the needles from his ball
sack...... Blood dribbles from the wounds, puddling
on the stones below. The countess wraps her fingers around the still
tumescent organ and pulls his foreskin down tightly, the shaft shines and
glistens With a long fingernail she traces the pulsing veins up and down
the thick column. Tickling under the shiny knob and
into the open slit. The knarled shaft is
slick with his juices and it provides generous lubrication for her fingers as
they lightly play over it. This play quickly produces what she aims for,
his huge penis is hard and erect, jerking and throbbing at it's
pinnacle of turgid rigidity. She once again takes a leather thong and
loops it extremely tight around the base. Once satisfied with it's
tightness she begins to wrap it around and around the stiff member. She
keeps wrapping it tightly, working her way gradually upwards till the only part
not wrapped is the glans. The tight binding has
squeezed the shaft to iron hardness and forced even more blood into the already
shinning head. It has swollen at least twice it's normal size and has turned
a deep purple.. The Countess then takes another thong
and ties and wraps his scrotum in like fashion When
completed the shaft is hard as a iron bar. The head
almost black from congested blood and swollen as big as a large plum.
His testicles likewise have turned dark purple, the skin stretched tight and
shiny, swollen the size of oranges.
The countess smiles at Rolf and asks if he is comfortable. He groans and
begs her to release his genitals, they throb and are
"Numb you say? Well I'll have to do something about that."
She retrieves the paddle she had used earlier, holding it before his
face... His eyes widen and he shakes his head.
"NO,, for GOD's sake ....... NOOOOO!!!"
The Countess nods her head, and swings her arm down smashing the flat of the
paddle full against his exposed testicles.
The Countess belabors the tender orbs for ten minutes. Rolf is unable to
even scream anymore, the pain has drawn the air from his lungs to the extent he
nearly looses consciousness. His body shrinks back in futile attempts to
escape the horrendous bludgeoning of his balls.
Finally she ceases the savage beating. Rolf is wheezing and his chest heaves as
he pants, sucking in barely enough oxygen to sustain himself as he tries to
deal with the incredible waves of pain radiating from his viciously abused
"Have I gotten your attention yet you minion of Satan? You know if I just
leave you like this, with your precious jewels bound that way, with all
circulation cut off, they will shrivel and drop off. I'm going to leave
you now so you can contemplate that while we see if your disciples have had a
change of heart regarding their own witchcraft."
Konrad has looked on approvingly as the Countess
tortured Rolf. He motions to Gurd to take over
and work on Tashya. Gurd
takes Tashya down from the iron grating and
manhandles her to a contraption on a raised framework.... It's base is a wooden platform with iron columns at the
sides. A wooden pillory rests at the top of the columns which pass through it,
so that it may be raised or lowered. He lifts Tashya onto the platform and forces her to squat down, her
bottom just above the surface. Her ankles are spread to the side, the
iron cuffs around them chained to the bottoms of
the columns. An iron band is placed around her waist and cinched tight,
her flesh bulging out above and below it. Chains extend from it to the iron
posts. The pillory is then fitted around her neck and the cuffs on her
wrists chained to the side posts just below the pillory. An iron ring gag is forced into her mouth behind her teeth,
the straps buckled in back.
Through a hole in the platform sticks a polished wooden rod. It is
threaded where it passes through the platform and a small wheel around it can
be turned making the rod rise up. Gurd turns
the wheel and the rod slowly rises between Tashya's
thighs until it touches against the lips of her sexual parts. With a bit
of assistance from the Countess the polished end is guided into her.
The gag is removed as Konrad speaks to Tashya.
"You can save yourself much pain and suffering, confess!"
"I have nothing to confess!"
"You are a witch and a slave of Satan! Confess your sins and save your
soul. You see what we have done with your guru who teaches you how to use
the powers of that villain of the underworld you worship."
"I am not a witch! Nothing you do or say can change that! I am
"You ARE a witch and a liar. Confess or we must cleanse you of this
"I am innocent! Please! Let me go! I am innocent!"
Conrad looks away in disgust and waves his hand
bidding Gurd to proceed.
Gurd returns the iron ring to her mouth. He
turns the wheel and the impaling rod rises into Tashya.
It spreads the lips of her pussy, penetrating her most private part. . It
nudges her cervix and pushes inside. Tashya
tries to rise by straightening her legs but the chains on her ankles and the
pillory pressing down on her shoulders prevent it. A cry of pain comes from her
mouth. She tries to speak but all that emerges is unintelligible
babble. Tashya strains upward, her shoulders
pressing against the wood of the pillory. She struggles against the
chains holding her wrists in an attempt to push up on the pillory but it is
useless, she is helpless.
The Countess brings another instrument to Gurd. A
pair of flat wooden slats, two feet long and six
inches wide. They are joined at the ends
by threaded iron rods. Turning levers on top of the upper slat brings
then closer together, a breast press. He places it against her chest, one slat
above her large breasts, the other below He
spins the levers and they are brought closer together pressing her mounds
between them. The Countess assists by pulling forward on her
breasts so they bulge further forward. Gurd
continues tightening the screws, flattening the large mounds. They bulge out,
the nipples pointing straight ahead, growing larger and stiffer. It is tight enough now that Tashya
moans in pain. Gurd continues turning the
levers. Tashya's breasts flatten more and bulge
forth like paste from a tube, the nipples now swollen twice their normal
size. Gurd takes a nipple between his thumb and
forefinger, pinching and twisting. Tashya
wails in pain as he abuses first one then the other. He tightens the
screws more and the heavy mounds are squeezed and crushed, turning blue, then
Tashya twists her head from side to side in anguish
as her breasts are slowly smashed between the merciless jaws of the press. Gurd goes to the cart on which
the tools of his trade are piled. He returns with a small brush, the end
imbedded with stiff hog bristles. He slides the smooth
back side across a nipple. Tashya
stares down with bulging, terror filled eyes. Gurd
turns the brush over and lightly brushes the bristles over the swollen
nub. Her eyes widen further and an inhuman shriek bursts from her
mouth. Smiling in satisfaction Gurd drags the
bristles back and forth across her nipple. A few more strokes on that
side and he moves to the other nipple. The pain is excruciating as the
bristles tear at the sensitive, tender points. Back and
forth, Gurd alternates from one nipple to the
other. Tashya shudders and shakes but cannot
move away from the savage torment. Gurd gives the
levers on the press another turn. Slowly, deftly Gurd
is stripping the skin from Tashya's nipples. He
moves out a bit and shreds the flesh of the aureoles around the weeping
peaks. He pauses briefly to give the impaling shaft a turn bringing
even more shrieks of agony from his helpless victim. Tashya
twists and wriggles in the confines of the device, a steady wail issuing from
her stretched mouth, the chains rattling as she struggles.
Konrad holds up his hand stopping the barbaric
"Cease your efforts for a time. Leave her as she is while we rest
and partake of our noon meal. We will return in a few hours."
With that Konrad, the Countess and Gurd exit the torture chamber, leaving Tashya
to deal with the situation. The only others present are Elizabeth,
nearly comatose on the rack, and Rolf spread and bound as he contemplates
the shriveling of his private parts, and of course the acolytes who vicariously
indulge themselves watching the suffering of the prisoners. They descend
upon the unfortunates, caressing the tortured
flesh, probing, pinching.
The protagonists are gone several hours.
To Rolf it seems like days. His genitals, bound and throbbing have lost
all sense of feeling save the penetrating pain, pain which mounts by the
second. His moans and groans go unheeded, as he suffers in his private
Elizabeth, wracked and stretched upon the rack lies in
burning agony, her flayed legs and torso tear at her, the pain growing,
growing. Her arms straining to remain attached, her hip joints screaming
in pain. She whimpers and sobs as the unrelenting agony of her torment
But it is Tashya, quivering and moaning, who is the
center of attention. She shakes her head back and forth babbling something
unintelligible as Gurd reaches between her legs and
gives the shaft a turn. Tashya's eyes widen and
shrieks of agony pour from her mouth.
Smiling lustfully Gurd picks up the infernal brush
and moves back to Tashya.
To Be Continued.......................