Author: Priapus Title: Busting a Nut Part: 4 of 6 Summary: A man is lured out of a strip club to a palatial estate and finds himself the guest of honor at an orgiastic celebration. Keywords: MF, MM, M+F+, Fdom, cbt, fist, rape, tort, nc, snuff, rim, vore Universe: Scythian Sisterhood Busting a Nut Priapus <priapic_wonder@yahoo.com> http://castrisecret.tumblr.com/ Melinda and Calliope arrived in costumes that were radically different from the simple togas they had previously worn. Pandora had allowed them to choose their own garb for the occasion. In keeping with their ages and playful attitudes, they had decided to dress as sexy nurses. Pandora didn’t really approve of their choices, as she thought the ceremony they were about to perform required a more solemn attitude. But for these two girls, especially, she was prepared to make an exception. They had both been brought up being physically and sexually abused by their step-fathers. They were rescued by the Scythians in their mid-teens, Melinda after her mother committed suicide in despair, and Calliope after her mother was murdered by her step-father. Both girls had been morose and withdrawn with their Scythian foster mothers, until they met by chance on a picnic outing. Since that time they had been bright, cheerful, and remarkably childlike given that the two girls were nearing their twentieth birthdays. Pandora believed they were trying hard to live the innocent childhoods that had been stolen, and she indulged them rather more than some of the others sisters thought proper. Tonight, however, they would perform the final rite of passage into full Scythian sisterhood, and she hoped that their immaturity would fade along with their graduation. Calliope’s shoulder length curly blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, tight across her head except for the intentional stray locks across her brow. To affect an intellectual air, she sported narrow costume glasses with dark frames. Her lean torso was covered in a snug, black vinyl mini-dress that zipped all the way from the deep vee-neckline to the hem that ended at the tops of her thighs, and just below the curve of her tight bum. On her left lapel was a glossy Red Cross symbol. She wore black fishnet stay-up stockings on her long pale legs, leaving a wide band of tantalizing bare flesh between stocking tops and hem. On her size seven feet she wore black vinyl, platform, lace-up ankle boots with matching red crosses. Melinda was clad in a white vinyl version of the same dress, her more ample breasts pushed up to show off her enticing cleavage. Her long red curls were carefully braided, probably by Calliope, who loved to pamper and flatter her shorter, curvier friend. Where Calliope wore black fishnets, Melinda wore white, seamed, sheer stockings. Where Calliope wore platform ankle boots, Melinda wore white patent, Mary Janes with six-inch spike heels. By herself, Melinda’s costume would have certainly qualified as the sluttiest at any sorority Halloween party. Next to Calliope she seemed almost reserved. The two girls swayed sensuously across the amphitheater to stand next to the draped metal cart. John’s eyes were locked on the two gorgeous girls, his sexual instincts aroused even though he suspected the horrors they were about to unleash. He could not help but to groan in desire, a groan Pandora clearly heard and understood. The mistress of ceremonies appreciated the fact that the girls’ choice of costumes was even more psychologically torturous than the more serious approach that she had advised. Pandora grinned in pride. Her girls had learned well. The pair grasped the white linen drape at the corners and, with an apparently practiced flair reminiscent of experienced magician’s assistants, unveiled the cart and its contents to the gasp of the gathered audience. Across the stainless steel tray of this cart were spread a variety of shiny, fearsome devices, which the girls began to carefully and dramatically set in order. The purpose of some of the objects were readily apparent: scalpels, forceps, clamps, pliers of various shapes and sizes, mallets and hammers, vises, kitchen peelers, wire brushes, wood planes, corkscrews, woodscrews and nails, small hatchets, straight razors and awls. And of course there were knives of all sorts, cooking knives and hunting knives, curved and straight blades, narrow and wide, including an Aztec obsidian stone dagger with roughly chipped edges. Nowhere to be found were the specifically designed tools such as the Burdizzo or Elastrator. The tools arranged on this cart had the same purpose as those more well-known, more humane methods of achieving the desired ends. The devices available to the two girls were selected to reach their results through prolonged and dreadful agony. On the far end of the cart lay an assortment of devices that only the more recently trained Sisters would recognize and know how to use. These were Dr. Orchiemedes special inventions, and he was always improving them, modifying them to achieve new and different effects with their devious connections of gears, levers, flanges, blocks, needles and edges. On the lower shelf of the cart were three chafing dishes, the bright blue flames of their gelled fuel licked at the bottom of the stainless pots, simmering the unknown liquids they contained. The two girls stood shoulder to shoulder facing John, examining the items on the torture cart, whispering excitedly, and giggling. Occasionally they looked up at John’s exposed and vulnerable, still-throbbing member, and his grossly distended scrotum, with bruised testes turning blue under the unrelenting weight of the lead shot. From behind Pandora approached the wiggling, terrified figure in the dangling chair. She withdrew a hypodermic syringe from a small pouch at her waist and jabbed him in the neck without warning or concern, plunging the contents of the vial into his artery. She wore a slim, almost invisible wireless microphone, and after injecting John with the mystery substance, switched it on to narrate the coming ceremony. “Scythians, we welcome Sister Joy into our number tonight. For years she has suffered, and she deserves place among us, and our protection. In turn, she has brought for a sacrifice her chattel, her husband from her former life.” A chorus of boos and catcalls in females voices filled the amphitheater. “This disgusting creature,” she waved in John’s direction, “has been convicted after due and careful consideration of all the evidence, by the wise matrons of our Star Chamber. The ultimate punishment has been authorized.” A murmuring ran through the assembled crowd as they considered the seriousness of the crimes than must have brought such a result. “Tonight, our newest Sister has graciously declined to perform the punishments herself. Instead, in a truly selfless gesture, she has decided to allow our newest initiates, Melinda and Calliope, to complete their rites of passage and join our number in full sisterhood.” This announcement was punctuated by a burst of congratulatory applause that continued for quite some time. The two initiates blushed and bowed until the celebration diminished. Their deep bows lifted the hems of their short skirts to reveal naked, wet pussies, obviously excited by the attention and by the task they were about to perform. All around the amphitheater large screen televisions flickered into life. High definition pictures of the girls, their instruments of torture and the naked, bound subject filled the monitors. The theater was carefully constructed to allow the most detailed of close-ups without the intrusion of obvious cameras. When Pandora was convinced that she again held the theater’s attention, she continued. “Let the ceremony begin.” John’s mind was swimming in a dark, bottomless lake of terror. Sparking lights were dancing before his eyes like taunting fey creatures, and he thought he would surely faint from the contemplation of the awful fate that awaited him. He felt the cold sweat of unconsciousness, and hoped for the merciful blackness that followed it, but it did not come. The stimulant that Pandora had injected into him would no longer allow him the compassion of insensibility. She intended him to be awake and alert for the remainder of the night, as befit his deserved punishment. The crowd murmured in gruesome anticipation of the scene they would soon witness. The beauty, youth and apparent innocence of the torturers, dressed in their sexually seductive nurse costumes, was a sweet, sharp contrast to the horrific deeds they were about to commit. Calliope selected a strange round brass globe with a straight pipe attached to the top and a valve at the base of the pipe. She approached her suspended victim. Melinda waved her hand and a waiting eunuch stepped forward to turn a crank on the suspension frame, lowering John’s head below waist height and raising his legs into a V-shape in the air. Again, there was a moment of comfort for the victim as the position was changed and the tension on his tendons and muscles was released. But it was short-lived, as his outstretched legs were drawn wider and wider until the ligaments in his groin burned in pain. Melinda pushed two wheeled stools into place as Calliope stepped up to John’s side, near his hips. The eunuch in attendance adjusted the chains that positioned the victim’s head, and his neck arced backward until he stared, upside-down, at the large screen television behind him. He watched the image on the screen, trained between his legs, as Melinda positioned one stool next to his agonized scrotum. She mercifully lifted the weights, and unclipped them. Warmth started to return to his testicles as the blood flowed more freely. Melinda detached the ring that had held the weights and his balls were free. Gently, the redhead laid his bruised and stretched scrotum on the wide, smooth wooden surface of the stool. Even her delicate touch sent shivers of pain arcing through his body. Calliope turned the valve at the base of the pipe, and something in the globe started to hiss through the pipe. Before he could smell the distinctive fumes of the gas, the blonde touched a small red button and the tip of the pipe erupted in a diffused, blue flame. Pandora announced to the crowd, “The girls prefer to sterilize the procedure with flame, rather than alcohol. It has the advantage of simultaneously removing the hair from the procedure site.” Calliope brought the end of the torch to John’s scrotum and quickly, without too much pain, removed the hair. She was gentler than she might have been under other circumstances, but she had sadistic reasons for saving her victim from too harsh a burn. Once she was done she put the burner away and went over to talk to the mistress of ceremonies. Melinda, in the meantime, strapped down the naked victim’s scrotum to the wooden stool with leather straps. When she was done, John’s swollen, painful testes were spread wide and stretched long, firmly held to the smooth cool surface and secured for the next stage of the procedure. Pandora shut off her microphone as she traded urgent whispers with Calliope, shaking her head frequently. The younger woman continued to press her case, and finally wore Pandora down to the point where she shrugged and pointed over to the divan where Sister Joy was sitting. The girl tiptoed happily to the wife, who had bided her time while watching the girls prepare by ordering the her four attendants to strip naked so that she could more fully enjoy their manly offerings. She teased the thick, hard cocks of the two kneeling with her small feet. She had pushed off the shoulder straps of the silken tunic, baring her shoulders and her breasts, and the two muscular attendants standing behind her rested their stiff shafts on her bare shoulders as she alternated between kissing and stroking the smooth taut skin of their throbbing members. At first, Calliope’s whispered entreaties were apparently rejected by Joy as well, who kept shaking her head as the initiate explained her plan. Calliope tried to encourage the older women by reaching out and caressing her breasts, and teasing her stiff nipples. Finally, Joy nodded at something Calliope said, and the pert blonde motioned to Melinda to join her at the divan. As the nurse in white vinyl arrived at the divan, Joy pointed to the attendant kneeling at her right. He rose off his knees and seated himself, at his mistress’s command, at the end of the divan, with his legs spread, showing his impressive cock to the increasingly restive audience. Melinda and Calliope stood whispering conspiratorially for a moment, and positioned themselves standing, facing each other so closely they almost touched, between the attendant’s outstretched legs. On a silent cue each one reached up and unzipped the other’s nurses uniform, tugging the sticky vinyl garments off and leaving them in a heap on the floor. A murmur of appreciation swept through the crowd as the smooth, young, soft skin of the young women was exposed. Except for the stockings and heels, they were both gloriously naked now, and the attendant’s cock twitched and bounced visibly at the sight. The two naked girls turned to face the burly servant, kneeling in practiced synchronicity. Melinda gently cupped his balls in one hand, and with the other she reached back between his legs to seek his puckered anus with her thin fingers. Calliope wrapped her two small hands firmly around the base of his cock, and looking sternly his eyes, her puckered lips pouting just inches above the shiny hard helmet of his dick, she said a voice loud enough to carry across the acoustically designed amphitheater, “Don’t come! Whatever you do, don’t let us make you come, okay?” The crowd laughed, but the well-trained stud, accustomed to such outrageous demands and concerned at the punishment that might await if he failed to follow the command, nodded and steeled himself against orgasm. Of course, as a consort, he knew that he served as a pleasure slave to the sisterhood, and so long as he kept his place and never harmed or insulted a woman, he would never face the ultimate, disabling punishments that the eunuchs received. So he steeled himself to the challenge. This shouldn’t be too hard for him, he thought. He had been in many situations where suppression of orgasm was part of the game, and he always performed admirably, which must have been why Pandora told Calliope to use him as a test subject for their experiment (he heard the discussion between Jot and Calliope). He gripped the edges of the divan, and Calliope gave him a little kiss on the tip of his cock to start the demonstration. “Ready?” she smiled sweetly. He nodded. The next thing he knew the two girls hungry mouths were all over his stiff cock. Calliope worked the base with her fingers, while Melinda gently caressed his balls and slowly slid her finger into his tight ass. They were doing something the consort had never felt before, with their two mouths and four hands working in a carefully composed sexual scherzo. The rushing feeling of an oncoming orgasm started to build and there was nothing he could do to stop it…all his training and experience couldn’t overcome the fantastic sensation that overwhelmed him. In under a minute he was spraying his thick creamy load across their faces, into their open mouths and onto their outstretched tongues. A ripple of appreciative applause came from the audience, most of whom knew how difficult it was to get a well trained consort to climax when he had been ordered to refrain. Pandora strolled over as the girls were licking the spatters of salty liquid off of each other’s faces and necks. “He will have to be punished, after all, you ordered him not to come.” Calliope was stroking the stud’s still-hard penis. He may have disobeyed a command, but years of careful preparation maintained his erection so long as there may be a woman desirous of his capability to perform. “Go easy on him, Mistress, it was all in the service of our needs, after all,” Melinda offered. “I’m not inclined to go easy on a disobedient consort. It sets a bad example for the others.” Pandora looked at Joy. “Which of the other consorts should assist me in delivering the punishment, Sister?” Joy had no idea what the punishment might be, and she was hoping it wouldn’t be too brutal, since she had chosen the unlucky consort for the trial. She simply chose the closest one, the one kneeling at her other leg. “Fine,” Pandora continued. She had turned the microphone back on so that her voice carried more easily across the gathered crowd. “You two,” she pointed to the attendants behind Joy, their hard cocks still resting on her naked shoulders, “bend this one over the end of the divan and hold him down.” They quickly complied, grasping him by the arms and shoulders, and twisting him into a position where his face and chest was pressed into the cushioned sofa, his knees were bent, and his ass jutted out toward the crowd. Pandora knelt behind him and arranged his stiff dick and dangling balls so that they hung between his powerful legs. The consort shivered as she touched him, knowing that it was always within her power to have his male organs removed at any time, for whatever reason, even on a whim. And she seemed displeased by something. He dearly wished she wouldn’t visit on him the full weight of her displeasure. Pandora squeezed the consort’s balls in her strong, soft hand. She knew what he was thinking, the terror that was building in his mind right now. She let it build a moment longer. Standing, she motioned to the consort who had been chosen to help deliver the punishment. He stood and joined her. She reached over to the serving cart and selected a flagon of olive oil. “Are you right handed?” The servant nodded in affirmation. “Okay, give me your hand.” As he held it up she spoke again, this time for the audience, rather than to the consort. “Since our initiates have asked for mercy I will grant it. This time.” She poured the olive oil over the consort’s outstretched hand and muscular arm, then dribbled some more over the crack of the servant awaiting punishment. “I want your fist up his ass, to here” she pointed to a point on his arm a few inches above the wrist. “No deeper, no shallower. Then you pump him with it to that depth until I tell you to stop.” She paused a moment, expecting him to comply. Impatiently she sneered, “What?” “Tempo, mistress?” “Slow…I don’t want him to enjoy it overly much.” She grinned a cryptic smile and strode back over to the side of the dangling chair. The consort quickly complied, kneeling down pressing his fingers against the tight sphincter of the bent man’s waiting ass. Firmly he pressed it inside in a smooth, slow stroke. The punished consort knew better than to utter any discomfort, but the one delivering the fist-fucking could sense the groan of agony he must be containing as his thick-fingered hand pressed in past the knuckles. From personal experience, the stud delivering the punishment knew that first knuckled thrust was the hardest part. Pandora turned to the crowd, thinking how lovely this whole event was turning out. The two initiates may be some of the youngest the Sisterhood had ever trained, but the years of tutoring, the time they spent together, and, no doubt, the terrible abuse that they had suffered before the Sisterhood rescued them had merged to form a delectable combination of innocence and sadism, driven by an intense need to avenge themselves on the male of the species. The mistress of ceremonies wondered if the outside world would ever appreciate the fact that she had focused the terrible power only on those few men who really deserved it. Had she left the girls to their own devices in the general population of civilians, there is no doubt they would have used their powers for evil by now. The two girls, still naked except for their stockings and heels, were standing by the cart now, reviewing the selection of torture instruments the same way other girls their age would shop for earrings at the mall, full of giggles and whispering secrets as they considered their choices. “Sisters and consorts. We turn, finally” she said with a slight tinge of exasperation, “to this evening’s main event. By demonstration of their considerable talents these initiates have convinced me to do something that, frankly, goes against my better judgment. At their request I am going to allow the victim to earn a reprieve from his punishment tonight.” A murmur of disapproval went through the crowd. They wanted blood. Pandora was quick to silence the growing discontent. “I know! The Star Chamber has ruled, but I think you will be amused by the conditions the girls have devised.” Pandora waved her hand and on one of the monitors filled with the image of a digital clock, reading “10:00” in blood red numbers. “Sister Joy has agreed that if the girls can’t make John have an orgasm in ten minutes or less, then he will be allowed to keep his despicable male organs intact, and will be trained to enter our service as a consort. If, however, he comes, they will fulfill the original sentence of the Star Chamber and immediately, painfully, and permanently destroy his offensive testicles.” A cheer erupted from the crowd. They knew the careful training that a consort had, and if an experienced stud was unable to contain his climax, an untrained, undisciplined rapist like John would have no chance at all of escaping his fate. Even better, his last moment of sexual pleasure would guarantee his excruciating last moment of manhood. By the time she delivered the last line, she had positioned herself next to John’s head. In this position he could look up and see the mistress’s bare pussy beneath her toga. It was so wet it was almost dripping, her vulva engorged and red with desire peeking out of the tangle of shiny dark hairs. He could smell her sex, and it sent a chill of need through his body that was accompanied by a cold sweat of doom. His body was betraying him, filling him for a need for sex and release even though his rational mind knew the terrible fate that awaited him if his animal drives fulfilled his most primal need. Between Pandora’s legs he could see the monitor was showing his torturers, achingly beautiful in their near nudity, selecting their instruments of his destruction. Calliope had selected a complex brass machine from the cabinet of Dr. Orchiemedes, all levers and gears and adjustable bolts. Melinda had selected something smaller, so small that it fit in the palm of her small, closed hand. John thought he saw a glint of something metallic, but couldn’t be sure. They pranced over to where Pandora was standing to show her what they had chosen and whisper something into her ear. Melinda’s red-furred pussy was almost in John’s face, and he could practically taste her scent. His cock throbbed, even without the drug he would have been straining to fuck the puffy pink folds, her labia so discreet that her slit looked like it was hiding under the hair. “Calliope and Melinda have made their decisions,” Pandora announced as the two girls skipped, hand in hand, to the other end of the dangling chair where John’s scrotum was lashed to the adjustable wooden stool. “They insist that I announce how Calliope’s selection works, even though I have warned them that the description may make their victim all the more resolute to withhold his orgasm.” Melinda unlashed the tortured man’s ballsack so that Calliope could place the machine on the smooth surface of the stool. She clamped the contraption on its four corners as Melinda gently massaged his tender nuts, bending down to kiss them softly before sliding his heavy scrotum into the opening of the device. Once the victim’s nuts were encased in the cold brass mechanism, Pandora started the narration of what the devious thing would do. “Inside the case there are two chambers, on for each testicle. Calliope has disabled the left chamber because Melinda has something special planned for that one if John cannot maintain his sexual composure. In order to allow the destruction of the victim’s testicles without damaging the skin of the scrotum, which in this case will be preserved to make a keepsake change purse for Sister Joy, the first motion of the lever makes a shallow cut that encircles the scrotum at its base. Shallow because we don’t want the victim to lose any feeling in his tender gonads, but just deep enough so that the second lever action can remove the layers of skin intact, like a stocking.” Calliope secured the blade mechanism so that it encircled the base of John’s scrotum tightly, adjusting the blade gauge to the proper cutting depth. “Once the skin is removed the oblong chamber closes snugly around the unprotected testicle, with only a small opening at the top for the intact nerves, vas deferens and blood vessels. That opening is sealed with an inflatable rubber washer, and the final motion of the lever drives a piston into the chamber. Under tremendous increasing pressure from the piston, the pain of the victim continues to build until Calliope releases the escape valve trigger, at which time the entire contents of the chamber is liquefied through an opening only slightly wider than the head of a pin. The wonderful thing about this process is that, because of the stimulants we have given him, and the lowered position of his head, John will be lucky enough to consciously feel every moment of excruciating pain right up to the moment of final release. Of course, his pureed testicle will be preserved in a capture jar for future use.” The young blonde finished the careful adjustments of the machine as Pandora spoke. Melinda, with nothing further to do after inserting the victim’s nuts into the fiendish device, knelt behind her and distracted her by licking her partner’s tight little asshole. “With the left side chamber disabled, John’s left nut, once stripped of its flesh, will simply roll out that side of the machine to dangle at the end of its cords until Melinda delivers her special, personal touch.” John heard the entire horrifying description. The cool brass mechanism actually felt smooth and comforting at the moment, but he steeled himself to the terrible pain that awaited him if he came. He wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. All he had to do was to keep that image in his mind, and no matter what they did to entice him, he would win. Everything was prepared. The girls took their positions. In this case, rather than side by side on John’s engorged, throbbing cock, Calliope positioned herself leaning over the machine, her lips poised an inch over the underside of the victim’s throbbing tip. She didn’t touch him, and wouldn’t until the timer started. Melinda had to assume a sixty-nine position so that she could work the top of the victim’s cock. She climbed on him, her fragrant, sweet pussy only inches from his face, her naked pillowy tits pressed into his abdomen. He tried to object, say that it wasn’t fair, but the ring in his mouth made the words into muffled nonsense. As Pandora was about to start the clock, a female voice from the darkness of the audience cried out, “Hey girls, if you’re so sure of yourselves, you should bet something too! Make it worth his while!” A chorus of laughter erupted, followed by scattered shouts of “Yes! Bet something!” The mistress of ceremonies quieted the crowd and turned to the girls. “How about it?” she asked. “The original terms of the contest with John here? If he wins he can take you as brutally as he wants, use your bodies any way he desires, rape you and even kill you right here on stage?” The two girls looked at each other and giggled. “Sure!” Calliope answered for both. “He’ll never win anyway. We’ll bust his nuts for sure.” The monitor that John could see showed the cocky young blonde from behind as she took the bet. Her pussy lips were red and wet. Her ass, still glistening from where Melinda had been licking it, winked at John as she confidently accepted the terms. “Alright then, the contest is on! If John can avoid orgasm for a mere ten minutes, not only does he keep his balls, but he can violently rape, and snuff these two sisterhood initiates right before your eyes. Of course, if he loses, his orgasm will be his last, and his castration will fulfill the last stage of initiation for Calliope and Melinda.” Pandora raised her hand. “Start the clock!”