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Master of the Universe Ch. 06

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Clad only in white silk panties, My Ling slowly walked the length of the table, closely examining her prey. She pushed and prodded his torso with her foot, getting the feel of the man meat she was about to torture.

With the sole of her tiny foot she felt along his rib cage and up his side to his armpit, sensing Harry's fear from the slick coating of sweat and the involuntary twitches that jerked Harry's legs. Her glistening red toenails ran little circles around Harry's left nipple as she watched it harden and become erect under her ministrations.

"I've waited a long time for this Harry. For years I've thought about what I would do to you when I had you in this position, and now I have you, I have you, and you are going to pay in pain and blood for everything you've done. Yes Harry, this is going to give me great pleasure - in fact we are all going to have a good time watching you suffer."

Planned this for years?! Who the hell are you, I don't even know you. Why would you be planning to hurt me?! What did I ever do to you? Oh God, leave me alone, please leave me alone. I don't want to die. I don't want to die! Harry thought, believing she might be his executioner.

Harry's eyes narrowed as he tried to focus on her face; tried to figure out just who she was. My Ling stared back at Harry's face and gave him a brief, ironic smile, almost a smirk.

"Don't know who I am, do you Harry? Hahh, that's pretty funny. You have eyes but you do not see. You've seen me before, many times. I've been in your house just about every day for the last two years. How about it Harry, enough clues. Have you figured it out yet.?"

Harry's eyes narrowed again as he searched his memory. He looked at her face and long, thin graceful neck. He took in her pert little breasts, tiny waist, slightly flared hips and thin, muscular legs. He stared at her panties and especially at the dark crotch which showed the outlines of her engorged labia. A small wet spot grew from between the two labia bulges. She was obviously turned on by both the situation and Harry's look of confusion.

Saw her many times . . . . in my house every day? Who the hell is she? Harry wondered.

Harry searched his memory. Something was familiar. Something about the way she moved, her slow graceful movements, reminded him of someone he'd seen. He just couldn't place it.

I've seen that movement before, but where? In my house, of course. Something else - those hands, those tiny hands with the glistening red nail polish - I've seen those also. They were moving in slow circles, pushing and kneading white flesh, the image formed in Harry's mind. Betty, Betty, she's somehow associated with my wife, Betty. It's her white flesh being kneaded, he remembered.

A picture flashed in Harry's mind, an image of his wife lying face down on a table and a small person dressed in a white uniform bent over her, kneading the white flesh of her exposed buttocks. In his mind's eye picture, he sees the hands, the red nails, her hands; he sees the image, recalling as he walked into their bedroom and seeing the white uniformed masseuse working on Betty and hearing the soft groans of pleasure those hands work worked her butt, sliding down the crack and back up again. The masseuse looks up as Harry walks in. It's her! My Ling! It's her! It's her! Harry saw the image of her face in his recollection.

Harry's eyes suddenly widen in surprise and recognition. My Ling smiles back in return and takes a few more circular swipes with her toes over Harry's erect nipple.

"Well, it took you long enough. Guess you don't pay much attention to the hired help, even the masseuse who has been in your home and massaging your wife every day."

My Ling stepped over Harry's upper chest, straddled him and slowly dropped to her knees, pressing all of her tiny frame's eighty-five pounds on him. Bracing herself with her arms on the edge of the table, she leaned forward until her face was directly over his and lowered it until it was just a few inches over him. She looked directly into his eyes, smiled and spoke in a quiet, menacing voice.

"I'm more than just your wife's masseuse, you stupid fool. After years of clumsy, incompetent, brutal lovemaking by you, your wife turned to a woman to pleasure and satisfy her. She turned to me. I'm your wife's lover, and have been for the last two years. And Harry, she has told me everything, the beatings, the rapes, and lately your predilection for ass fucking. I've also seen the bruises and tears to her beautiful skin myself. Always, the thought uppermost in my mind was revenge, revenge for what you did to my beautiful Betty. I've dreamed of this moment and planned exactly what I'm going to do to you. It's payback time Harry," she said in the same, cold, even tone.

Slowly she raised herself back to a kneeling position on Harry's chest. While still staring directly into Harry's eyes, she reached down with both hands and took his erect nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and squeezed them slowly, increasing the pressure with each grimace from Harry.

She pulled and twisted on his nipples for maximum effect, smiling in response to each facial grimace. She licked her lips with the tip of her pink tongue as Harry groaned in pain. His nipples reddened as she pinched them off at the base of the erectile tissue. She ran her thumbs over the nipple tips and smiled again.

My Ling released his nipples and reached into her black leather sack, pulling out two small, metal, cone shaped objects. She took the first one and placed it over Harry's right nipple and areola. She pressed it down into his soft flesh, centering the cone over his nipple. At the top of the cone was a thumb screw which she proceeded to slowly turn.

With the first turn, the open end pressing around Harry's nipple bit down and closed, squeezing the perimeter of his areola, pushing his nipple up. She turned the thumb screw another full turn and watched Harry grimace and groan in response as the open end of the cone closed further, severely pinching his areola. Smiling broadly at Harry, she turned it again, causing Harry to jerk in response as pain seared through his trapped nipple.

Harry's nipple turned dark red as trapped blood pushed against the surface of his painfully squeezed tip. She pulled on the thumb screw until she felt a slight click which locked it in place. My Ling then reached over and showed Harry two sewing needles which she twirled slowly between her fingers directly above his eyes. Harry's eyebrows shot up as his eyes widened in fear.

She took the first one and slid it through the open side of the cone and probed his trapped nipple with the tip. Holding the cone still with her other hand, she suddenly thrust it in piercing his nipple with one deft move, sliding the needle all of the way through until the tip exited out of the opposite side of the cone. Harry's frantic scream of pain was muffled by the ball gag in his mouth. His legs jerked back as he futilely fought to free himself. Sweat poured off of him in small rivulets as his body responded to the shock of sudden pain. A trickle of blood spurted from his pierced nipple as the dark, trapped blood found a way out along the shaft of the needle.

Working deliberately, with precision, My Ling gave Harry's other nipple the same treatment. More blood spurted from that nipple so that small, red lines traced down from both of Harry's nipples, down the sides of his chest. Tremors shook Harry's body in reaction to the piercings. Sweat stung his eyes as beads of perspiration ran off his forehead.

My Ling put her tiny forefingers through the small rings at the top of the caps holding the thumb screws in place and pulled up on them, testing the clamping power of the cones. Harry whimpered in response as the lifting motion caused more blood to spurt out of both nipples. My Ling smiled, very satisfied with her work.

Dr. Jansen reached over to a side table and picked up some additional items, handing two small pulleys and snap hooks to Madison and a short, flat metal rod to My Ling. Madison snapped in the two pulleys on two metal rings embedded in the centerline rod above the table, one above Harry's chest, the other over his crotch.

She ran a thin metal cable through each pulley, dropping the end of one cable down to My Ling and allowing the other to dangle well above Harry's crotch. My Ling moved with practiced speed to attach the end of the flat metal rod to the rings atop the tit clamps and then the dangling cable to the ring embedded in the center of the rod. Harry could see the result of My Ling's work and could figure out what came next. Again he trembled in anticipation and began grunting deeply in his throat to signal his objection.

My Ling stood up and admired her work, testing the metal rod attached to the tit clamps with her toes before turning to Dr. Jansen to accept a couple of lead pendants from her helpful hands. Harry squirmed a little more as he shut his eyes and tried to will himself to disappear. He opened them just in time to see My Ling attach the first of the lead pendants to the other end of the cable dangling down from the pulley above his chest.

She slowly lowered her hand holding the weight, allowing the weight to take all of the slack out of the cable before letting it go altogether. At five pounds, the weight jerked hard on the cable as the last bit of slack was pulled out of it, lifting the rod attached to the tit clamps, yanking them cruelly up.

Harry yelped in pain as his tits were stretched, pulling his sensitive nipples and trapped areola several inches from his chest, distorting them grotesquely. The sudden additional pressure also forced the last few drops of blood out of his pierced nubs, coloring his chest further with lines of red and turning the tips of his painfully clamped and stretched nipples a whitish gray.

My Ling added a smaller one pound lead weighted pendant for good measure and set them both in motion with the flick of her wrist, swinging and spinning, adding the centrifugal force of their pendulum arcs to the weights pulling mercilessly on Harry's trapped nipple flesh. My Ling smiled broadly, enjoying a private joke. Shanella, Madison and Dr. Jansen all seemed to be enjoying the same private joke as they looked down at Harry's stretched nipples and smiled in response; Madison dropping down to one knee to inspect the stretched nipples more closely.

"Whoooeey My Ling, you sure do nice work," Madison exclaimed in a half whisper looking closely at the cruelly stretched whitish, gray nubs of flesh, as the lead weights spun and dangled above her. "This stuff really gets me hot. Can't wait to see what you do next to this asshole's balls. Wonder how far you can stretch a scrotum?"

My Ling smiled at Madison, acknowledging the admiration and then promptly set about answering Madison's question with her delicate hands and practiced technique. She swung her leg gracefully over Harry's pinioned abdomen, straddling his chunky hips with her bare feet, and lowered herself down on his belly facing his shriveled cock. Harry felt her hot, wet, bristly bush through her thin panties press down on his belly as she sat back on her haunches and calmly laid out the items she needed next.

Staring up at the overhead mirror, Harry could see various small leather straps, thick rubber bands, short lengths of small gauge chain, thin metal rods, small metal plates and several coils of black cord. She leaned forward and grasped his flaccid penis between her thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth, wagging it like an accusing finger.

"Harry, Harry, tsk, tsk, tsk, still not too excited about all of this attention, eh? I think we'll have to stiffen you up a bit. You're not much use the way you are and we have plans for you Harry - especially this little piece of your anatomy."

She squirted a little lubricant onto her fingers and rubbed the underside of his dick up and down with the flat of her thumb as she gently pulled back on his soft prick with her other hand, hooking her middle and forefinger around his flared corona and stretching it a few inches.

She tickled the sensitive underside of the head with the edge of her thumb nail and continued to run the flat part of her thumb along the underside of his stretched dick. She used the palm of her hand to lightly rub the top of his dick head in small circles, running her thumb nail back gently to his urethral opening and then along the hyper sensitive edge of his corona. She could feel him stiffen as the blood rushed in to fill the spongy membranes of his shaft.

Like a snake turned magically into a stick, his dick grew hard and lengthened in response to her delicate touch, thickening and rising, filling her tiny palm and emerging all red and angry, lengthening beyond her grasping palm. It now stood up at an angle on its own, quivering in time to his pulse as blood was pumped in and out of his engorged shaft.

His dick glistened with lubricant as she slipped a black rubber collar over his dick. About two inches wide and shaped like an inner tube, she pushed it down to the base of his rock hard dick and attached a small gauge rubber tube to an inlet valve in the collar. Attached to the tube was a palm-sized, black rubber bulb which she proceeded to pump several times with her tiny fingers. The collar responded immediately, inflating, creating a pressure cuff around the base of his dick.

As she pumped the bulb twice more, Harry felt the pressure around the base of his dick increase dramatically, squeezing it hard. With one more squeeze of the bulb, My Ling trapped the blood in Harry's painfully engorged dick as the pressure of the cuff overcame his blood pressure, forcing all of the red liquid to remain trapped in his spongy flesh, pushed hard against the surface of his shaft. His dick turned a bright angry red, becoming darker red and finally a reddish purple as the blood trapped in his shaft was depleted of oxygen.

My Ling held his rigid staff up straight and ran her palm gently over the lubricated shaft, feeling every bulging vein strain against his thin, taut skin. With her other hand she inserted her thumb nail into his urethral opening and pried open its tiny lips. She pressed his dick head on the top and bottom along the glans causing the urethral slit to become oval and then circular in shape.

From her line up of implements, she selected a thin metal probe. It was no more than three sixteenths of an inch in diameter, eight inches long and shaped like a knitting needle with a thinner graduated tip at one end and a small disk shaped flange attached to the other end like the head of a nail. Running the metal probe along his slippery shaft to lubricate it, she inserted the tip of it into his urethral opening and pushed the first half inch of it into his cock head. Harry stiffened at the initial touch of the tip and then went berserk as watched the tip disappeared into him.

Grunting in both pain and alarm, Harry jerked back on his legs and tried desperately to free his pinioned body, all to no avail.

Harry screamed as loud as his muffled voice would allow as My Ling, exerting a strong steady downward pressure, sliding the metal rod down his urethral canal, twisting it to evenly lubricate the canal to ease its entry. Harry shook uncontrollably as his instrument of penetration was itself cruelly penetrated.

With about an inch of the metal shaft and the disk shaped flange remaining above his stretched urethral opening, My Ling released her grip on his shaft and picked up a small, cone shaped cup made of a black metallic mesh, about half the size of a shot glass. Harry stared at the strange looking device trying like hell to figure out just what it was and how it was going to be used on him. He didn't have long to wait.

My Ling fitted the odd looking mesh cup over the disk topped metal probe sticking out of his urethral opening and, holding the top of the probe with her other hand, pushed down hard on the cap until there was a low, audible "click," as the flange seated in place inside the mesh cup.

Harry watched in horrified fascination as she pushed the cap down, sliding the remaining inch of the shaft down into his dick and, for the first time, noticed six small silver colored, razor sharp curved prongs jutting out from the bottom of the cap. As she slid the cap down over his dick head, she pushed down on two spring loaded buttons on either side of the cap causing the prongs to expand, widen to clear the flared corona of his dick head.

With the bottom of the cap lined up with his coronal ridges, she released the buttons causing the six prongs to spring inward with great force, slicing into the soft, sensitive flesh just behind and under the glans, bringing another muffled yelp of pain and involuntary jerk of the legs from Harry.

My Ling inspected her work and saw with satisfaction that the only way that probe could be forced out would be for Harry to tear off the top of his prick in the process. A trickle of blood seeped from the embedded prongs and mixed with the slick lubricant covering his shaft as Harry continued to shake and moan in response.

"Well Harry, I don't think you'll be cumming without permission," Dr. Jansen laughed as she took a closer look at My Ling's handiwork. "If you did, I think you'd blow your top, so to speak. Now wouldn't that be something to see, eh? And we have such wonderful plans for that probe. How do you like having your dick penetrated Harry?"

Harry had never felt pain like that. As the knitting needle shaped probe was shoved down his dick he felt a searing, white hot, burning sensation that only subsided when it was replaced by the sharp, stabbing pain of the probe as it penetrated his urethral canal to the base of his dick.

As he fought back the urge to vomit, knowing he would probably choke on it with the ball gag sealing off his mouth, he stared intently at the mesh cap and the several other implements laid out on the table between his legs. Seeing all of that equipment, he knew My Ling wasn't done with him, not by a long shot. He knew also that she hated and despised him and that she had both the knowledge and the skill to inflict incredible pain upon him. All of this knowledge preyed on his mind, terrifying him beyond all reason or rational thought.

The most powerful lawyer in America was now a whimpering, blubbering, shivering mass of white flesh and Dr. Jansen and her friends were enjoying every minute of it.

My Ling next turned her attention to his balls, scooping them up in her palm and hefting them to test their weight. She rolled them in her fingers and ran her thumb over the entire surface of his scrotum and testicles, feeling the bumps and ridges along each ball.

Harry was quivering, arms and legs jerking with every touch of his balls in anticipation of excruciating pain. Harry expected her to squeeze his balls with her small hand. He was not so lucky. She hefted them once more and inspected his scrotal sack closely, looking under every fold, checking every wrinkle. She gripped him a little more tightly around his sack above his balls and watched as his testicles pressed down against the bottom of his sack, smoothing out the wrinkles and revealing the location of each purple vein. She ran her thumb lightly over the smooth surface covering his balls, feeling the location of each ball and attached vessels.

Satisfied with her inspection, My Ling picked up a thick leather strap with a small, silver colored slide buckle at one end and four thin silver chains attached at even intervals to the strap, joined by a common silver ring. Harry had never seen a parachute harness before and looked puzzled as he stared at it using the overhead mirror.
She inserted the open end into the buckle to create a loop and slipped the leather circle over his scrotum just above his balls, allowing the attached thin chains to lay draped over his trapped nuts. She tightened the strap until it fit snugly but not too tightly around his scrotum. The action gathered his balls together into one scrotum covered sphere that blossomed out from the strap. Holding the top of his scrotum above the strap tightly in one hand, she used the other to push the strap down against the top of his balls, pushing them further away from his body and pressing them tightly against the underside of his scrotum.

With the strap now in place she let go of his scrotum above his balls and, using both hands and those delicate fingers, pulled back on the bitter end of the strap with one hand as she held the strap loop in place, hard against his balls, with the other. Like a corset, the strap pinched hard against the scrotal sack, strangling it. She continued to pull steadily on the strap end tightening the loop slowly and pushing his balls out further and further.

Harry was now screaming as loud as he could which came out only as hoarse, muffled grunts as My Ling's small, delicate fingers strangled his balls in a tightening noose. Finally with his nuts pressed as hard as they could be pressed against his scrotal sack without busting through it, My Ling stopped her steady pull and quickly secured the strap end through the anchoring buckle.

My Ling surveyed her work. Harry's swollen balls sprouted from his ball sack, the black strap cinched in so tightly that it couldn't even be seen, disappearing into the overlapping flare of his trapped balls. His horribly trapped balls were now a dark purple in color and stood out like a large plum from a pinkish gray stem. Harry was racked with pain as his sensitive nuts pressed painfully against each other and against the taut skin of his scrotum.

My Ling felt around his bulbous balls with her palm, testing Harry's sensitivity to her touch. He didn't disappoint her. His legs jerked and his torso strained against its bonds with even the slightest pressure on his swollen nuts.

"My, we do seem to be a bit touchy, now don't we dear Harry," My Ling whispered to his swollen sack, holding his scrotum like a microphone. "We're not quite done preparing those delicious eggs yet my little man. We have a long way to go yet."

My Ling lifted the silver ring to which the thin chains were attached as she reached up for the end of the thin cable dangling from the overhead pulley. With a quick flip of her thumb, the cable's snap ring hooked into the harness' silver ring. Dr. Jansen handed Madison a five pound lead pendant weight. Smiling down at Harry, Madison clipped it onto the other end of the cable dangling from the other side of the pulley and let it go.

It dropped about six inches before the cable stopped it short with a slight "twang" from the vibrating cable. The effect on Harry's swollen, trapped balls was dramatic. The force of the weight falling and the short stop jerked the parachute harness up in one quick motion, yanking his swollen, purplish balls with it. Harry screamed and screamed and jerked every part of his body that could move until Dr. Jansen pinched his nostrils closed with her thumb and forefinger cutting off his air.

"Now Harry, don't be such a baby. Besides, don't waste your energy on that - there is so much more to come. Save your strength my little man. My Ling is just getting started."

With the distraction of his sudden cut off of air, Harry stopped screaming and lay very still, praying that Dr. Jansen would let him breathe again. She obliged him, releasing his nostrils with a final twist of contempt. Harry greedily sucked in air, inhaling deeply and snorting as he exhaled.

As Harry focused on breathing, My Ling calmly continued her work, picking up a thin black bungee cord and passing one end around his stretched scrotum just below his trapped balls and looping it back around, tying a slip knot to form a noose. The cord, about eighteen inches long and with the thickness of a shoelace, dangled from his sack as she placed her thumb and forefinger behind the slip knot and, holding the end of the cord with her other hand, pushed the slip knot down towards the his scrotum, drawing the noose tighter and tighter.

Located just below the leather harness strap, the noose dug deeper and deeper into his scrotal flesh as she drew the noose tighter and tighter, the bungee cord stretching as she worked it. When she had drawn the noose as tight as she could, pulling the last bit of slack out, she deftly took two round turns with the cord around his scrotal sack just below the noose, lining the loops up tightly together. She then proceeded to slowly pass the cord around his scrotum, turn by turn, lining each loop up carefully, leaving no space between them and keeping the turns tight around the squashed sack.

The result was a kind of hangman's noose effect after a half a dozen turns with the cord compressing his scrotum into a thin, black column. With a good twelve inches of cord still unwrapped, My Ling looked up at Madison and gave her a slight nod. Madison immediately responded, adding a three pound lead weight to the five pounder stretching his balls up.

The result was immediate. Harry's horribly squeezed balls rose another inch or so as his scrotal skin was stretched by the added weight. My Ling took another half dozen very tight, carefully wrapped turns around his sack before again nodding to Madison who added more weight. This last bit of weight stretched his scrotum nearly to the tearing point as his purple balls were now a good six inches above his groin. My Ling took several more careful turns before tying stoppers to hold the loops tightly in place.

Harry lay very still with only his chest rising and falling. Somehow, instinctively, he knew that even the slightest jerk, the slightest additional pressure on his ball sack and he would be neutered the hard way, having his balls ripped from his scrotum.

There was an eerie stillness as My Ling ran her thumb around the nearly bursting sack and checked the tautness of the loops with her other hand. Satisfied, she gripped the looped scrotum with one hand, leaned over and covered his swollen balls with the palm of her other hand, stretching her tiny, porcelain white fingers around his dark purple nuts.

Slowly, she tightened her grip and watched Harry's face twist and contort in massive, overwhelming pain that cut through his very core. Sweet pored off of him burning his eyes and blurring his vision. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut to ward off the salty liquid and to try to block out the horrifying vision of his slow castration.

My Ling released her grip on his balls, picked up a tube of gel and squirted a generous portion into her palm. With the middle and forefinger of her other hand, she dipped into the thick line of gel in her palm and rubbed the clear, viscous jelly around his dark purple ball sack. She took a second portion in her fingers and rubbed it carefully along the underside of his nuts, covering every millimeter of his tightly squeezed scrotum.

Wiping her hands clean with a white cloth, she picked up two round, concave plates of metal and looked them over carefully. One piece had four threaded bolts, each embedded in the plate at its edges and spaced equally apart. Harry saw that the other plate had four holes at its edges, corresponding in size and location to the other plate's bolts.

Harry looked on through the overhead mirror, puzzled at the purpose of this latest device. My Ling cleared up the mystery quickly by positioning one plate alongside his swollen sack. The curve of the concave shape fitting nicely around the curve of his swollen ball sack. She pressed it into place and rotating it in a small circle to obtain a complete and even contact with the coating gel.

Harry finally got it and screamed in horrified anguish as he finally understood the purpose of the plates. Little did he know that he only understood half of their purpose. The other half would have multiplied the horror tenfold had he known. He controlled the urge to jerk with his arms and legs knowing that any such movement could well result in ripping his manhood asunder.

He resorted to a whimpering cry, heavily muffled by the ball gag but discernible nonetheless as pleas to desist. My Ling smiled broadly, pearly white teeth gleaming against her red lips and dark framing hair. With precision, she fitted the other plate so its holes fitted over the bolts of its opposite number. She slid it on and pressed it into place, again spreading the gel along its inner surface by moving it in small circles alongside the ball sack.

Holding both plates firmly in place with the thumb and middle finger of one hand, she quickly fitted and twirled four small wing nuts over onto the four bolts, turning each so that the two plates were pressed firmly but not too tightly over its side of his ball sack. As the edges of the two plates were still far apart, there remained a thick stripe of purple scrotum, glistening with gel, separating the two.

My Ling took the white cloth she had used to clean her hands and, using only a corner, wiped the gel from the exposed stripe. She finished mounting the plates by taking several more turns on each wing nut, tightening the plates, painfully compressing his balls but not to the point of rupture.

My Ling surveyed her work to this point and adjusted the wing nuts on the ball sack plates slightly, evening out the pressure and bringing an anguished gasp from Harry as he thought she was going to crush his balls completely. She ran a long fingernail from her index finger over the dark purple stripe of scrotal flesh between the two plates and watched the goose bumps rise involuntarily over Harry's ass and thighs. Amazing how the human body works, My Ling mused to herself as she watched the reaction she had seen many times before.

Harry was whimpering quietly as he awaited the executioner's final stroke. My Ling took her time, enjoying the scene, Harry's quivering flesh and soft, mewling whimper framing the visual scene of Harry's utter exposure, vulnerability and degradation. My Ling had played this scene over many times in her mind, planning it down to the finest detail. She had often masturbated to delicious orgasm imaging herself in this very position at this exact moment, just before the true and complete picture of what she had planned for him was finally revealed to the creature.

She picked up an odd looking implement and looked at it closely. Silvery metallic in color, it was about six inches long and shaped like an exclamation point, about an inch and a half in diameter at one end tapering to about a half inch wide about two thirds of the way down and expanding slightly to about an inch wide at the base. Just beyond the narrow neck was a yellow rubber band like ring with a small diameter rubber tube attached to an inlet nipple on the band. At the end of the twelve inch rubber tube was a small, yellow rubber hand pump, shaped like an egg.

Harry watched her closely and puzzled at the purpose of the odd device. My Ling picked up the tube of gel and spread a thin line of goo directly onto the metallic object, going up to the bulbous head and back down to the narrow neck on the other side. With her thumb and forefinger she spread an even coat of the clear gel around the shaft down to the rubber ring and then on the other side of the rubber ring around the narrow neck and about a half inch further towards the base.

She looked closely at the gel coated shaft, checking for dry spots. Finding none, holding the device by its dry base in one hand, she took the tube of gel and squeezed out a generous portion directly onto Harry's rosy pink asshole, stretched wide and fully exposed by his widely spread legs pulled back and out by the corner winches. Harry finally understood where the blackjack shaped metallic probe was going and whimpered louder in protest.

Ignoring his muffled pleas completely, My Ling took the middle finger of her free hand and placed the flat part of the tip directly onto the gel covered wrinkled hole and pressed down lightly drawing her finger around the rosette in a tight circle. Steadily, she pressed harder with her finger tip, pushing through his outer sphincter and slowly working its way through the inner sphincter. She drew her finger partially out, collected more of the gel and plunged it back in, this time penetrating both sphincters and sliding in up to the first knuckle. She twisted her penetrating digit half way around to the left and then back around to the right, creating an evenly greased rear tunnel.

Harry's quivering became more pronounced and, despite his efforts to remain still, his legs jerked involuntarily in response to the invading finger.

My Ling continued the constant penetrating pressure, sliding her finger in to the second knuckle and again stopped and twisted it around to even out the coat of gel on his rectal walls. She then continued the steady pressure, sliding her finger in to the hilt, her upturned palm covering the sensitive strip of flesh between his anus and balls; the heel of her hand resting against the base of his tightly stretched scrotal sack. She pumped her finger in and out and twisted it around, spreading the gel in an even coat as far as her finger could reach.

She curled her finger slightly, reached up towards the front of his pelvis and felt the lump of his prostate through the rectal wall. She stroked it gently in small circles, spreading the gel evenly over the lump. She felt it contract slightly as Harry moaned in response to the pleasurable sensation. My Ling smiled and stroked it a little more, pushing up a bit harder to compress the sensitive gland against his bladder and pelvic wall.

Harry jerked in response and moaned louder, his widely stretched and shackled feet dancing a little jig as a wave of tingling pleasure spread out from his prostate and engulfed his entire groin.

My Ling stopped the pleasurable stroking as suddenly as she had started it, withdrew her finger from his sucking, grasping asshole and replaced the digit with the greased, metallic shaft she held in her other hand. Placing the tip of the wider end directly on his anus, she pushed it in with a steady pressure.

The wider end easily spread his tight tunnel opening and made way for itself, sliding quickly through both sphincters. As the wider end passed through, his rectum, it created a kind of suction which drew the remainder of the shaft into itself, up to the yellow rubber ring. With about four inches of the shaft sucked in, My Ling exerted a little pressure to get the rubber ring through his tight hole. With the ring in, she maneuvered the shaft so the bulbous end was pressing against the lump of his prostrate through the rectal wall and then she pumped the small, egg shaped yellow bulb, inflating the ring, seating the shaft immovably in place.

My Ling inspected the seal of the shaft at his anus closely and tested it by pulling out on the shaft at its base. It did not move in the slightest. Satisfied with the fit, she picked up a small, "C" shaped metal band about a half inch in width, coated the inner surface with more of the gel and placed it around his dick, just below the swollen edges of the glans and the piercing prongs of the mesh cap covering the head of his cock.

At both ends of the band the "C" bent back out to form two small, flat plates opposing each other. One had a small threaded hole, the other a small screw with a wide, key shaped head. She gripped the band with her thumb and middle finger and pressed the ends of the band together, fitting the screw into its opposing threaded socket and turned the key, moving the screw through the socket, drawing the "C" ends together, tightening the band.

She continued to slowly twist the key, a half turn at a time until the band was pressed tightly and evenly against his shaft. She then slightly adjusted its position and turned the key a quarter turn bringing an instantaneous response from Harry as the metal band dug viciously into the swollen flesh of his purple dick shaft. She gave it another quarter turn causing Harry to jerk spasmodically in response with a loud whimper.

A small amount of gel oozed out from around the band which My Ling anticipated and cleaned up with a few swipes of her white cloth.

My Ling sat back down on Harry's quivering belly as she surveyed her work. She saw Harry's painfully swollen dick squeezed tightly at the base with an inflated rubber ring, turning his dick a dark shade of purple. She saw his cock head covered with a tight metallic mesh cap, holding a knitting needle shaped metal sound deeply in his dick and his dick shaft encircled with a tight metal band behind the glans.

Next, she saw that his scrotal sack was squeezed incredibly tightly with a parachute harness connected to lead weights through a pulley and a shoelace like bungi cord wrapped tightly around the remainder of his scrotum to the base of his dick. She checked the tight, metal plates surrounding his swollen balls. Looking further down, she saw the end of the metal shaft held firmly in his rectum.

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw his pierced nipples pulled viciously up by lead weights hanging from a pulley, his bleeding nipples stretched horribly and grotesquely away from his chest.

She licked her lips. All was ready. This was the moment she had pictured in her mind dozens of times as she stroked herself. She knew that a little squeeze on her clit and she would cum she was so excited. She looked down at her own white panty covered crotch and saw that it was soaked with her juices. Small rivulets ran down her thighs and puddled on Harry's heaving belly. Although she had done this many times, this one was special; this one was personal.

My Ling had never felt so incredibly aroused, so incredibly alive as she felt at this very moment. She was a complete sexual animal, a predator at this exquisite moment, and the sexual power that surged through her made her light headed and dizzy.

Dr. Jansen wheeled in a cart with a gray, metallic box and rolled it up to the table, positioning it next to Harry's prepared groin.

It was an evil looking device. Harry's eyes grew so wide they appeared to pop from their sockets; his eyebrows did a little dance as the box came into his view via the overhead mirror. It was about the size of an attache case with rows of silver switches, black ceramic dials and knobs and several digital read out panels. A thick red cable terminated by a large, square receptacle hung down from one end of the box. A similar black cable hung down from the other. A dozen or so smaller diameter red and black wires lay coiled beside the box, each terminated at both ends by a plastic modular connector, much like a telephone wire connector but much smaller.

Dr. Jansen picked up three of the red wires and plugged their modular connectors into each of three of the four sockets in the large, square receptacle at the end of the thick red cable leading from the box. She handed the other end of one of the red wires to My Ling and said "dick."

My Ling took the end and snapped it easily into a small socket in the mesh cap covering Harry's dick. She handed a second wire to her and said simply, "balls."

My Ling took the wire and plugged it into the small socket in one of the plates pressed tightly on Harry's balls. She handed the third wire to her without saying anything.

My Ling plugged it into a small socket in the base of the shaft penetrating Harry's asshole. They followed the same routine with the black wires, My Ling wordlessly and quickly plugging them into the waiting receptacles. Dr. Jansen flicked on several switches and adjusted the dials and knobs, watching the digital readout closely as she worked.
When she was satisfied with the readings, she picked up a small remote control and sauntered up to the head of the table.

"We have you wired up Harry and My Ling is going to have a ball riding your face while we light you up. She really gets off on pain. . . . your pain my dear boy, so this is going to be quite a ride. Breathe deeply while you can Harry because you're not going to have much air in a few minutes. Enjoy your last few moments of relatively pain free existence because in a few moments you're going to feel pain the likes of which you have never felt before."

"And it couldn't happen to a nicer guy," Dr. Jansen added, smiling.

Shanella, who was standing next to Dr. Jansen, took a large leather strap with two large loops at either end and passed one end under his pinioned neck, drawing it through and adjusting it so that the loops hung evenly on either side of his head about a foot down. "Stirrups for your rider, asshole," she said.

Harry looked up in the mirror. It was a scene of horror, straight out of the torture chambers of the Inquisition. The sweating slab of quivering white man meat on the table, stretched and wired looked nothing like him - at least the image he had of himself. It was as though he was watching some kind of erotic horror movie. He tested his bindings as he looked up at the image in the mirror. It too tugged and squirmed. It was him. It was really him. It was no movie; no dream. This was really happening to me, he realized. There was no escape.

He couldn't help himself. He began to cry. Tears rolled down his cheeks and his chest heaved up and down. He waited in fear for the first bolt of electricity to rip through him.

End of Part 6
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