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Pussy Whipped Wimp - Chapter 10
I had plenty of time to lie there in near darkness sweltering from the heat that announced that summer was just beginning to reach its peak, where it would remain for perhaps six more weeks. It was problematic that I would see or enjoy the change of seasons. Then I had to laugh at my use of the word "enjoy". Under the circumstances there was nothing I could think of that would warrant using that word. By the time Roxy and Lil returned from their shopping spree with my money, the mattress upon which I laid was soaked with my sweat.
I picked up the sound of a new voice, then remembered that someone was coming to query me concerning my finances. She turned out to be a tall, rather thin woman somewhere in her forties with dark eyes and black hair pulled back into a bun. I suddenly realized that I was naked and displaying my genitals for her to see. Her response to this gaffe was a smirk. She pointed to my limp member and asked if it worked. Roxy and Lil laughed and made fun of my inability to gain a decent erection capable of satisfying my new bride. The dark-haired woman heaved a sigh and said that was too bad. She then proceeded to describe how one of her clients managed to rid herself of an unwanted husband who had been foolish enough to name her as his beneficiary for his life insurance policy.
It seemed that her new husband was oversexed in the extreme. This characteristic was used to induce a heart attack that he managed to survive for a number of days before passing away. Fortunately he never regained consciousness, because had he been able to talk, the wife would never have collected on the policy. In all likelihood she would have been tried for murder, and win or lose, the money would have gone for attorney fees. Instead the autopsy concluded that the cause of his death was a heart attack without any extenuating circumstances, the insurance company reluctantly concurring since the autopsy gave no other possible reason for the sudden seizure.
What the wive had done was retain the services of a professional terminator who specialized in turning unwanted husbands into large sums of money minus her considerable fee. In this case she employed two young crack addicts who would do anything for a fix. These two less than attractive druggies forced the oversexed husband, who had been drugged and chained to his bed, to have frequent bouts of sexual intercourse with them. For nearly a month they drained him dry on a daily basis. When his ardor flagged, the agent supplied sex stimulants, as well as drugs that produced erections that lasted for many hours. The two addicts had no clue that they were part of a plot to kill their customer, having been told that he was a masochist as well as a sex maniac which was the reason for having him restrained at all times while they were with him.
The cell-like room in which he was held was kept near ninety degrees around the clock thanks to space heaters that supplemented the forced air heating of this windowless prison. Now the wife and her mother joined the activity, not satisfied with the progress made to date by the addicts. After they would drain him dry and take their leave, he would be given more drugs to harden his penis so that his wife and mother-in-law could force him to continue to ejaculate despite the lack of seminal fluid.
The dry ejaculations, and they were frequent, were very painful and quite stressing on his heart, which was the objective of this effort. In the second month he lost nearly fifteen pounds from dehydration and the limited food he was given. Had he lasted much longer, they would have been forced to terminate this approach since he was becoming almost emaciated and this would cause trouble once the insurance company became aware of his condition.
As luck would have it, the wife and her mother were working on him when the heart attack occurred. The mother-in-law had just spent nearly thirty minutes slowly bouncing up and down on his stiff penis that was buried in her tight asshole. This was his favorite way of having sex, no matter what the circumstances. She also actually enjoyed being sodomized for reasons that no one seemed to know or care about. The mother had excused herself for a bathroom break, so she was out of the room when the heart attack struck. His wife was so busy skinning his sore penis, hoping to make him have one more dry ejacuation before she called it a night, that she failed to notice the obvious symptoms that indicated he was having a coronary.
It was only when when her mother came back and connected his shallow breathing, the bluish cast to his lean face, the thready pulse and the overall clammy look and feel of his flesh to the conclusion that he was in the middle of a severe heart attack, that his wife realized her ship was about to come in. They quickly removed the padded cuffs so as to leave no evidence behind that he was being restrained. After removing the space heaters from the area, they locked him in his room and went off to bed. By the next morning he had gone into a coma and was on the verge of death. It was only then that they called for assistance. Less than two days later he passed away, making his wife a wealthy woman.
Then the black haired woman began to interrogate me concerning my assets. I refused to cooperate and she gave me a taste of what to expect if I continued to behave this way. While Roxy and Lil looked on with malicious grins this woman opened the attache case she had been carrying and let me see its contents. I grew faint at the sight of dental tools, hypodermic needles, vials of mysterious fluids, hose clamps and binder clips, plus pliers,scalpels, hat pins and what looked like small electrical cables with clips attached to one end. She let it sink into me that these were the tools of a torturer who knew her business. What I had endured up until now was child's play. I steeled myself for what was to follow.
She joked that since my penis didn't seem to work properly, that would be a good place to start. Roxy and Lil laughed heartily at my latest humiliation and leaned forward to watch the action. I was terrified at the prospect of having my limp penis further harmed, but that was her intention. She observed that getting me to the point where I would no longer be of any use to my dear bride and mother-in-law would take many weeks, pehaps even months. What she'd do his time was just a sample of what she had planned for me while I was being softened up. She carried on a running conversation as she tortured my limp penis.
"Since he doesn't seem to want to be social, there will be no need for us to hear him beg and cry like the little wimp that he is. God, I hate this type! Give me a real man anytime. They're so much more fun to break. Let's give him a treat and gag him with the ripest panties you have in the hamper. I've got some duct tape in my case that will make sure it stays in place"
While that was going on, she held my limp penis between her thumb and forefinger and wrinkled her nose in a sign of distaste. She released it and wiped her fingers on my lips and then stuck them into my mouth and had me suck them.
"I'll bet you would have made a nice little girl that all the boys wanted to play doctor with so they could see and touch that nice fat cunnie of yours. Then later on when you started to grow tits they'd all want to feel you up and goose you in hopes of getting you so hot and bothered that you'd let them put their nasty dicks into that nice, tight fuckbox you had between your chubby legs. I just know you'd be popular with the older men who started to come around sniffing the air for your scent so they could track you down and fuck you bowlegged."
As she spoke she was was loading up one of the hypodermic needles. I noticed the annoyed look on her face as she waited for Roxy and Lil to return. She toyed with the syringe and kept glancing toward the door, which finally opened to admit the grinning pair, bearing a pair of sodden panties in a plastic bag. It didn't take me long to understand the delay and why the underwear was being transported in a bag. One or both of them had urinated into the panties that were now going to be used to gag me so this devilish woman holding the hypodermic needle in readiness could begin to give me a taste of what she had in store for me. I couldn't help but shudder at the prospect of never-ending pain and suffering as these harpies from hell did their worst to make my life a hell on earth.
Roxy and her mother giggled like a couple of school girls as they withdrew the soaked underwear from the bag and tried to force it into my mouth. I attempted to resist, but Roxy grabbed my testicles and squeezed until I cooperated. They might be damaged and small for an adult, but unfortunately they still retained some degree of sensitivity, making me terribly vulnerable. The taste of the urine saturated underwear was indescribable, but soon that was the least of my concerns. The duct tape went across my mouth, making it impossible for me to spit out the foul tasting garment. Then their companion smiled coldly and gestured towards the case, telling them to find some small wads of tightly packed cotton so they could shove them into my nostrils.
I panicked the moment they were pressed into place. It felt as if I was suffocating. It took all my strength to suck enough air through the cotton to allow me a shallow breath. Roxy tormented me further by pinching my nostrils shut and watching my futile struggles to breathe. Their visitor would have none of that and said so in no uncertain terms.
"If you want to act like a dunce or worse, I'll take my leave. However you will have to pay my initial fee and woe to you if you don't.You'll look rather strange with one of those big tits missing. Try me and see how quickly it happens."
Her tone of voice and the way her body grew stiff accentuated the anger that she was trying to control. Lil, who was much more intelligent than my bride, slapped Roxy across the side of her head and cautioned her about acting foolish or worse before her betters. That and the glare from the dark haired woman brought my bride of less than two weeks back to earth and a sobering reality. She looked away and tried to get a grip on her emotions. It was obvious that she was scared to death at this point. The realization of what they were about to embark on had finally sunk into her immature, almost childish mind. This was no game; how well I could appreciate that!
(To be continued - rolf palsy)
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