Cock and ball torture at the Aloha Inn outside Chicago

The first clothespin goes on the very tip of my cock, and after it is clamped in place Justine flicks it hard with her fingers, making my whole body shudder. My hands are tied behind my back so tightly they've gone to sleep and Jenny has me in a tight sleeper chokehold, but she always lets up the pressure before I actually black out. Kat is sitting on the bed wearing tight red vinyl pants and black high heel ankle length boots. Her legs are crossed and she's half paying attention to me, half talking to somebody on her cellphone. Justine is clamping pins around the ridge of my cock and even though they sting hellishly I can't even moan because Jenny's sleeper is too tight.

Justine is wearing her red high tops and black fishnets, black latex medical gloves, a PVC skirt and she's topless. My arms are bound at the wrists and the elbows with rope that cuts into my skin and every time I squirm the clothespins jiggle which hurts even worse. As Justine clamps the 5th pin onto my shaft, she reaches up, ruffles my hair, and then flicks all the pins on my cock, one by one.

"His face is so expressive when he's in agony" she says, giggling.

I'm so dizzy that I lean back almost limp against Jenny, who cinches her arm around my throat even tighter.

"It's so expressive and so purple" Jenny counters and they both laugh. Jenny swings my head back and forth a few times and I'm not just dizzy but nauseous when Justine starts clamping clothespins up and down my shaft. Every time I flinch, Jenny gives the chokehold a slight jolt and by now not only are my arms numb but they're completely flaccid. Only my cock remains hard.

Kat lights a cigarette and giggles, still talking on the phone, and says to Justine "You can get at least one more on the ridge". Justine agrees, clamps a sixth one to the ridge and two more on the head and my cock aches and stings like it's being devoured by some ferocious beast.

Even with my vision blurry from the lack of blood to my brain, even with my cock burning and feeling like chewed up meat, I can't help noticing how great Justine's tits are. She's smirking superciliously, and adds still more clothespins to the shaft. I'd give anything to have Jenny tighten up just a little more and make me go to sleep, but she's very good at knowing how far to push a chokehold to keep me helpless but awake.

By now there are 16 clothespins on the shaft, ridge and head of my cock and I hear Kat tell whomever she's talking to "Hang on a sec, I'll show you". She takes a picture with her cellphone of my cock, standing up and zooming in close for a good view. A minute later she's laughing like a maniac and I can hear a girl's laughter on the other end of the phone all the way over where I'm sitting, slumping really against Jenny.

Jenny jerks me to my feet and leads me over to a chair, where she stands in front of me while Justine wraps a rope around my shoulders and torso, cincing it tight. I notice Jenny is wearing ripped jeans, biker boots and a tight Lunachicks shirt that shows off her enormous tits. With my vision still blurry, her pink hair stands out more than anything and I see her walk close to me and clamp two clothespins on my nipples. I can't help squirming, even though it only makes the pain worse, and I beg for some kind of relief.

Kat finishes her phonecall and stands over to look at me, arms folded and whispering and giggling with Jenny. She says "Somebody should gag him" and Justine answers "I'm wearing gloves ayway, I'll grab his undies". The three bitches had kept me locked in a closet all day and I'd been helpless to keep from pissing my pants. A moment later, urine soaked boxers were crammed into my mouth and secured with duct tape.

The three girls take turns flicking the clothespins. One would play with the pins on my nipples while the other two played with the pins on my cock, and then they'd alternate. Justinetakes one off my ridge, and when it came off the sudden sharp pain was even worse than the constant, slightly duller pain, but when she immediately clamps it back on I am in total agony.

Kat slapped me hard in the face, saying "You still with us, slutty slut slut?" I mumble something through the gag and feel Jenny blowing smoke in my face. Coughing, I look up and see that Justine has her riding crop and try to flinch just before she smacks me in the balls. Justine beats my nuts until I feel like I'm going to puke, and out of the corner of my eye I see Jenny putting on her strap-on.

The ropes holding me to the chair are loosened (I'm too dizzy and sick to tell by whom) and I feel myself pushed roughly to the floor. Duct tape is ripped off my mouth and someone orders me to spit the undies out, which I do. Kat puts her boots under my mouth and tells me to start kissing. She is holding Justine's crop and if I stop kissing them for even a moment I feel the heavy, bonejarring thud of a riding crop landing squarely between my shoulders.

My cock is still being burned and chewed by the pins when I feel Jenny push her strap-on into my asshole. "You should be still" says Justine from somewhere above me "the more you move around the more damage those clothespins are going to do to your cock". I close my eyes, keep kissing Kat's boots and do my best to relax as Jenny rips up my asshole. She's using a larger dildo than usual and it's spreading me wider and going deeper. I'm crying and Kat tells me, filing her nails, that if I get any snot on her boots I'm going to have to lick that off too. The thought of this makes me gag (snot is the grossest thing in the world to me) and Kat and Justine both laugh.

I'm rolled over onto my back and Jenny is sitting on my face, forcing the dildo into my mouth while Kat and Justine start flicking the clothespins off my cock, one by one. Jenny notes happily that "My dildo is full of your shit now, lick it off" and I can't protest because she keeps shoving it so far up my throat that I'm gagging. I suck on the dildo as hard as I can, hoping to get this over with, and I learn that it's possible for a girl to have an orgasm from having her hard-on sucked. Jenny spasms, moans happily and gets off my face. My cock stings and is tender to the slightest touch.

"We should disinfect that" says Kat "to be safe", and she and Jenny laugh riotously as I try to wiggle away while Justine goes to get a bottle of alcohol. Jenny props me up against the bed and Kat puts both hands tightly against my mouth and my scream is still audible as Justine dumps alcohol all over my cock. Ten minutes later, left alone in the dark while the three of them go out, hands still bound and still too dizzy and sick to move much, my cock still feels like it is being cooked.

Chapter 5, Super 8 room in Champaign, Illinois, before show at the Blind Pig.

I feel cold water splashed on my face and look up to see Kat looking down at me, giggling, pouring ice cold Evian all over me. She's wearing tight leather pants, a Sex Pistols tee shirt that shows off her tits, a tight leather jacket she has unzipped and shiny black, leather, gloves. Kat smirks at me and says "Wakey wakey, slaveboy". They must have drugged me because I have almost no memories of the night before but as I try to stand up my entire body feels like a single bruise. Even the soles of my feet are tender and sore. I notice that Kat is barefoot and that her toenails are immaculately painted a dark purple.

My vision still blurry, Justine is standing next to me and roughly jerks me to my feet. I feel her nails digging into the tender skin under my left arm and then I feel Jenny take me under my right arm and the two of them push me hard against the wall. "Spread your arms and lean against the fucking wall, bitch" says Justine, standing so close to me I can smell her perfume. I notice she is wearing a very tight black Cramps tee shirt and I realize they must have a gig later in the evening. Justine has a riding crop in her right hand and she moves it about four inches away from my balls.

"Now pussycat, if you move your fucking arms at all, this happens" she hisses and then smacks my nuts with the crop so hard my knees buckle and I retch a little. Justine grabs a handful of the hair on my head and says "Stay on your feet. If you fall over this is gonna get really violent really fast" and I know she's absolutely serious, even though she laughs like a schoolgirl right after.

Kat pulls one of the motel room armchairs over so that she can get a good view of me and settles in, crossing her legs, with a bottle of Evian in one hand a cigarette in the other. She's put on a pair of black Wayfarer sunglasses that maker her look maddeningly bratty and Justine is smacking my balls just hard enough for me to feel it, over and over, with the crop. My head is throbbing and I'm so thirsty I'd die for a drink of water and I'm sure Kat knows this as she smirks up at me and takes a very long drink of cold water before taking a drag of her cigarette. I've just started to wonder where Jenny has gone when I feel a horsehair flogger strike right between my shoulder blades.

The pain caused by a horsehair flogger is unique, complicated. First, at the moment of impact, there is a strong itching sensation, then a sharp sting, then another itching sensation as the strands crawl along your flesh. All this happens in a split second but after you've been whipped enough you learn to pick out the three distinct phases of pain it causes. The more often a spot is hit the more irritated and vulnerable it becomes, and Jenny is an expert at hitting her mark.

While my knees wobble, while Kat smirks at me from her chair, while Justine rubs the riding crop up and down my cock, Jenny counts down from 20. "Oh God, the little slut is so fucking hard" says Justine laughing and Kat begins to giggle.

I'm counting down in my head with Jenny, telling myself that I just have to make it through a few more flogs even though my back is burning and I can tell she's opened up old lacerations on my back and shoulders and caused a few fresh ones. Every time the flogger hits the burning gets worse and there are tears in my eyes as Justine tells me "If one hand moves, if one knee hits the floor, I am going to beat the hell out of you".

For the last five flogs, the girls count down in unison and finally Jenny yells "Last one" and my entire back feels like it is on fire. Suddenly she grabs my hair, pulls my head back and whispers in my ear "Just kidding babe. I'm not even close to tired". All three of them laugh hysterically as the tears really start to flow. Suddenly Kat crams a rag in my mouth and Justine wraps duct tape around my mouth, around my whole head. "Just FYI, I may or may not have wiped my ass with that rag" says Kat, giggling, lighting another cigarette, pushing on the back of my left knee with her foot and almost forcing me all the way to the ground.

Justine wraps a length of rope around my throat and cinches it tight and I can feel my face bloating and turing purple immediately. "Fucking lo-fi. Punk rock" she says and she and Kat exchange a high five before Justine continues strangling me. Out of pure panic I manage to stay on my feet, keep my hands on the wall while Justine chokes me almost into oblivion and while Jenny whips my back raw. I've had Justine "beat the hell" out of me before and will do anything to avoid it again.

Finally Justine somehow cinches the rope even tighter and says "On. Your. Knees. Bitch". My head swims and I collapse gratefully onto the floor. I have no idea how much time has passed but I assume they have to leave soon for their gig. Conscious but helpless, I feel my hands being tied behind me with rope and then I'm on my back while Kat sits on a chair above me, her feet right in my face, and I think I can see her applying lipstick. Justine is kneeling direcly on my chest and I can't make any noise or breathe as she tweaks my nipples, already sore from constant abuse, until she can see tears welling up again. She laughs haughtily, rolls me over onto my belly and she and Jenny take turns raking their nails down my back to see who can draw the most blood. Finally the tape is ripped off and the rag removed and I can't keep track of whose fingers are being crammed into my mouth and I'm told to suck all the blood off.

Then a very thick sleeping bag is being pulled over me and cinched with so many belts that I can't move anything at all and it's pulled up and tied tight around my head so that my nose is exposed and I can see a little right in front of me but that's all. I'm too sore to even squirm but I'm sweating and while Jenny and Justine sit on my chest, each having a last cigarette before they go, Kat announces "I'd better turn the heat up so he doesn't freeze". I'm so hard I could cry and when Jenny belches softly and blows it in my face I can't even turn my head.

Kat comes over, takes another big drink of water and then squats next to me. "I'm going to leave you this water in case you get thirsty, baby" she says and places the bottle, cap screwed on tightly, right in front of my nose. They're all laughing and Justine checks her watch and says "Oh shit, we'd better go. Slutboy here almost made us late".

Ten minutes after they're gone my body aches all over and the room is so hot I'd probably have passed out from the heat except that before she left Justine crammed a couple of uppers into my mouth and made me dry swallow them. So I spend the night with every nerve vibrating, every muscle sore, hyperactive and totally immobile, staring at a bottle of water I can't reach or open.

Raped and Roped in Rockford. Chapter 4

I'm sprawled over the back of a flimsy metal chair in a motel room in Rockford. My wrists are lashed tightly to the front legs of the chair with silver duct tape and thick rope, about six inches off the ground. My legs are bound mercilessly to the back legs of the chair with some kind of thin rope that's cutting into the skin and cutting off the circulation. All of my weight feels like it is in my waist, which is pressed painfully into the chair making it hard to breathe. Even though my wrists are secure, they tied them up high enough on the legs that my arms have a little slack and a little blood flow, which I'm grateful for at first. The chair is pulled close to the edge of the bed, where Justine, Jenny and Kat are sprawled out, eating hamburgers from someplace called Beef a Roo. Even though I'm gagged with a pair of my own dirty underwear which is grossing me out, I'm still hungry because it's been so long since I had real food.

Justine and Jenny especially enjoy eating in front of me, while Kat sits and munches on a salad smiling demurely. Justine shakes the platinum blonde hair away from her eyes, swallows a huge piece of onion ring, and scoots close to me. She grabs my hair and pulls my face close to hers and I know what's coming, try to close my eyes. Suddenly she belches directly in my face and blows the fragrance of chewed meat, onion rings and rootbeer directly into my nose. I can hear Kat and Jenny explode with laughter.

Once, a long time ago, when Jenny had done something to me I'd told her "You know sooner or later I'm going to get used to the grossout stuff" and they'd all laughed at me. Now, as Kat gets up to go to the bathroom, she walks past me and pats my head. "Sugar, we never get used to the stuff that grosses us out when we're kids. It's alllllways torture" and they all giggle again.

When Kats gets back, Jenny and Justine have already thrown away the remnants of the meal and Justine is raking her black nails up and down my back "Just to get the circulation going", she explains. Jenny is sitting on the bed, legs crossed, casually smoking a clove and watching as I shudder and mmmph against the gag. She's wearing thigh high black boots and fishnets and her pink fingernail polish matches her bubblegum pink hair. While Justine retraces her path with her nails, only harder, I'm trying to get a breathing pattern established to help me cope and, as if sensing this, Jenny exhales a noxious cloud of smoke right into my face and my concentration is ruined.

Kat, who is sipping a diet Mr Pibb, reaches under the bed and holds up a bottle of hot sauce and all three girls start to smirk. Justine, who is digging her nails into my ass and raking them savagely up and down, starts to talk about how much she's been in the mood to listen to the X Ray Spex all day, and Jenny gets up and goes over to the iPod and speakers and in a minute The Day the World Turned Day Glo is playing while Kat waves the hot sauce under my nose and Justine rips up my ass and back with her nails in time to the song.

I can't make a sound but my eyes are tearing up. "Are we in pain, or still just smelling that belch" asks Kat and Jenny, laughing, says "You're such a bitch". For the first time, on the bed, I noticed an enormous strap-on, some clothespins, a pair of nipple clamps and a small tin box. Without saying a word, Jenny puts the bottle of hot sauce next to the strap on and my eyes go as wide as plates. My ass is still too sore to walk right or sit down and I'm not just frightened but panicked at the thought of getting raped again. Justine digs the nails of each hand into one of my calves and slowly, deeply, drags her nails all the way up my calves, up both cheeks of my ass, both sides of my back as she walks around to the front of the chair. Her black nails are speckled in blood as, while I cry and try to plead to please not fuck me in the ass again, she smears blood all over my face. The tears and blood mix together and Jenny feels inspired to put a coat of pink sparkly lipstick on my lips. My face swollen with tears, flaked in blood, covered in tears and my lips pink and whorish, Kat takes several pictures of me and Justine taunts "You are so sexy right now, bitchcaks".

While Kat and Justine sit on the bed and taunt me, Jenny takes the strap-on and the bottle of hot sauce and walks behind me, out of sight. Justine wipes a little smear of blood on Kat's boot and Kat punches her in the arm. "I'd make the bitch boy lick that up" she says as they both laugh, but if we take the dirty undies out of his mouth in about three minutes he's going to be screaming". Sweat is running down my face, into my eyes, and I can't even really struggle because I'm bound too constrictedly and there isn't much blood flow to my legs anyway and as time goes by and the weight keeps pushing against my midsection it gets harder and harder to even take a breath. I can still feel my arms and I still think Kat must have been a little merciful when she was tying my arms down.

I feel the strap-on making its way into my ass and my face goes from nervous to pleading. Justine reaches out and squeezes my cheek, tells me how adorable I am while Kat pinches my nose shut. Jenny doesn't push in all at once but waits until she can feel me tensing up, killing time by raking her nails down my back again, and I can feel even more blood being drawn. As I tense up, I feel her push all the way in, tearing me up and I'm trying to scream so loudly that Kat and Justine are clearly impressed. Through the pain my cock is purple and throbbing and Justine says "How long has it been since we let him come anyway?"

"A month or so?" says Kat.

"Beautiful" laughs Justine, leaning back and lighting a cigarette.

I'm absolutely convinced my ass is bleeding although I know it's probably the hot sauce soaking into the skin and tissue and I'm gasping and can't catch my breath while the burning just gets worse and worse. Jenny is fucking me harder and harder and as all my muscles become exhausted so that I finally can't even tense up anymore she finally stops, grabs my hair and pulls my head back to whisper in my ear "You're not tired, are you slut?"

As Kat bends down and starts fingering the knots around my wrists, I'm about half-conscious and feel a wave of relief wash over me as Kat is usually the one who unties me. There is a sharp jab under my right thumbnail and my eyes open wide. "Got yer attention, huh" she laughs and I see that she has the small box from on the bed next to her and that it's full of needles. The vibrator is off the harness now but still lodged in my ass, still burning, and Jenny has come around to sit on the bed and watch while Kat pokes playfully under each of my nails with a needle. "You have really nice eyes when they're open so wide" she laughs, and even though I know what's coming next I'm praying that I'm wrong.

"He is totally hot when he's terrified" says Jenny, crossing her legs and watching my face with amusement. Kat pokes me under my left index finger but this time, instead of moving on to the next finger, she starts to screw the needle into place and my muscles throughout my whole body are too exhausted and my body is too bruised to even move much. I suddenly realize why she tied my hands the way she did--my arms can't do anything but flail uselessly, my wrists and hands are totally immobile and I can feel everything as she twists the needle under my nail.

There is a feeling of absolute helplessness as I can't move, can't make a sound and can't do anything to stop Kat from twisting the needles. I can feel blood pooling up under my fingers, I can feel the throbbing, burning and stinging and worst of all, I'm helpless to do anything but suffer as one of my worst fears ever since I read about the torture when I was a little boy, comes true. In a panic, I start wiggling my fingers to try do dislodge the needles, which only makes it much much worse.

"He's always been so scared of this" says Justine.

"I know, I know" says Jenny laughing, "This has to be exactly like hell for him".

It seems like hours until the tenth needle is finally screwed into place, under my left middle finger. Kat had been picking fingers at random so I never knew what was coming next. Once all the needles were lodged deeply into my skin and the blood was pooling under each nail, Kat casually flicked each needle, one by one, with her fingers and I just wished I could black out.

"Christ, look how hard he is" says Jenny, reaching down and squeezing my balls painfully.

"Torture, arousal, frustration, the perfect night" agrees Justine.

I know they're about to leave me but I'm trying to beg them not to with my eyes. I have no idea how much damage has been done, if any of it is permament. I'm worried that the needles might kill nerve endings in my fingers. My ass is still throbbing and burning, my back is bleeding and it is starting to hurt just to breathe. They seem to know what I'm thinking and they're all laughing, getting their things together to go out for the evening.

"Nobody ever said this was going to be safe" said Justine.

"Or sane" said Kat, leaning against me to check herself out in her compact.

"And certainly not consensual, bitch boy" said Jenny laughing, turning on the vibrator as I heard their footsteps walking toward the door. The light clicked off and the door to the motel room shut tight behind them.