From sysop@edenbbs.com Fri Jan 10 12:43:30 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Mindy's Sweet Revenge part 2 (forced fem,humil,cbt,bdsm,castr). From: sysop@edenbbs.com Date: Fri, 10 Jan 1997 11:43:30 -0600 ------------------------------------------------------------- Downloaded From http://www.webprecision.com/bedtime ------------------------------------------------------------- Mindy's Sweet Revenge part 2 "Now one more touch." She picked up two large gold hoop earrings and placed them next to each ear. "Too bad your ears aren't pierced. I'm glad that these are clip-ons." And she screwed them onto my ears. I could feel their weight, and, as I moved my head, I could also feel them jangling against my neck. "Now look at yourself in the mirror. Examine how you look and feel, wearing a frilly pink sweater, with your bright pink brassiere under it. Feel the pull of the elastic around your chest and over your shoulders. Feel the satiny smoothness of its material against your skin. Feel your nice big dildo locked up inside of you. Feel how those tight your nice case-hardened steel chains are locked around your waist and which are holding you cock in place, up between your legs. And that lock -- you're not going to open that any time soon! And feel your bright pink satiny panties against your ass. Feel the tightness of your lacy elastic waist band and leg openings. And look at yourself in the mirror. See how nice your eye makeup looks! And your blush. And feel your lipstick! And look at how your new earrings glimmer and sparkle when you move your head!" And, as I was gazing at my reflection in the mirror -- I couldn't look away -- I heard Mindy say "smile" and once, again, the flash went off. Another picture was taken! "Okay. C'mon, let's go." She grabbed a small handbag, took my arm and led me to the door. I couldn't go out like this. I pulled back and Mindy turned to me and, in a very serious tone, hissed at me, "Either you go with me, or I'll make sure that the pictures get all around campus. And if you get especially obnoxious, I'll have security called and tell them that you tried to assault me." I had no choice. In a moment, we were out in the hall, and walking towards the elevator. Several girls approached us; I could see their eyes flitter momentarily from my painted face and then downwards towards my sweater. I could see a gleam and a twinkling in their eyes. I knew they were suppressing a laugh. As we waited for the elevator to arrive, I could hear the girls tittering as they walked away from us. We got on the elevator. The talking among the students on the elevator turned to silence as we got on. Flushed with shame, I turned to watch the door as we descended. Damn. It was then that I remembered that we had to go through the lobby. And, worse, it was Friday evening of Homecoming Weekend, and the lobby would be packed with people. There was no escaping this. We got out of the elevator. Heads turned to watch the curious sight. Right in the center of the lobby, I noticed some of Mindy's friends gathered together, sitting on a circular couch, talking to their dates and other friends. "C'mon over," Mindy said, holding my hand tight. "I want you to meet some of my friends." We walked over and they all looked up as Mindy announced, "I want you all to meet my new friend." And then more loudly, "He very much likes wearing makeup and slutty clothes." Then, she went through each of the introductions one by one. They were all looking bemusedly at me. When she was done with the greetings, she raised her voice even higher and said, "Now I'd like to show you something really interesting." She stressed the word "really." She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Do what I tell you or those photos I took will be all over the campus by tomorrow." More loudly, she said, "Raise your hands way over your head." I had to comply. I slowly raised my hands. My shaved and powdered underarms were obviously visible. "Higher," she loudly commanded, "and keep them there." Heads began turning towards us. The din in the lobby became lower. All of a sudden, she pulled the sweater up over my head. Laughter broke out as all the people in the crowd saw that I was wearing a bright pink bra which was holding in my breast forms. And then she pulled the sweater entirely off. I looked around. All eyes were on us. People were laughing and pointing. Some were cheering. Then, flashes went off. Mindy wouldn't be the only one with pictures of this event. With my hands way up and before I could recover, Mindy swiftly unbelted and opened my pants and pulled them down my legs. I couldn't hide; I couldn't even run with the pants around my ankles. There I was, standing in my bright pink panties and matching bra, wearing slutty makeup. There was no bulge to hide because my manhood was chained and locked down between my legs. Then there was more laughter! More shouting! More flashes! More catcalls and hoots of derision! I was overwhelmed. I couldn't hide and I couldn't escape. I felt myself crumpling to the floor. In a haze, I felt myself thrashing about. Shortly after, I felt myself being restrained with my arms folded in front of me. Oh no! This couldn't be happening. There were hands all over me as I felt myself being forced into a straitjacket. My arms soon became immobile as the sleeves were buckled behind me. And then the strap of the straitjacket was pulled tightly between my legs and fastened to the strap in back. I heard laughter all around me as I was lifted onto a gurney and then wheeled away. From far away, I heard incoherent mutterings...mutterings which must have, horribly, been coming from my mouth. I tried to resist, but I couldn't move. I tried to scream but a gag must have been placed in my mouth. I tried to open my mouth wide and push it out with my tongue but it must have been tied around my head. All I could do was moan inconsolably. And then, thankfully, my mind drifted away. I awoke slowly out of a stupor. Slowly, I opened my eyes. The room was very bright; it must have been daytime because the sun was streaming into the room. I tried to get up but all I could do was barely turn my head. I tried to move my arms, which were stretched out towards the sides of the bed, but then I noticed that they were strapped down to the railings on the side of the bed by leather cuffs. I then tried to move my legs, but they, too, were stretched out, spread-eagled. I looked to either side. I was in a hospital room. What could be happening to me? My groin ached. It felt like I had to pee very badly. I looked around and saw that there was no one else in the room. I tried to call out but my mouth ached. My lips and teeth were being spread apart by that -- now I remember! -- that gag that had been put in my mouth before was still in. I wondered how long ago that must have been. I looked down. I was still wearing the bright pink bra, since I could see that my "breasts" were still protruding upwards. I could also feel that -- oh no! -- the chains were still locked tightly around my waist and my cock was still locked in its unnatural position, bent backwards down between my legs. I closed my eyes, hoping that this was just a bad dream, and then I opened them again, just as the door opened. The door opened and our of the periphery of my vision, in came a woman in white dressed like a nurse! But...it was Mindy! Oh, thank goodness! I had a sense of being saved, but this sense of relief quickly passed when I noticed that she had a triumphant look on her face. "You look so pretty lying there, spread-eagled. Even though some of your makeup has smeared, it's quite repairable. Your bright red lipstick looks strangely alluring around your large rubber gag. And your matching bra and panty set still makes you look pretty and feminine. But you must have lost your earrings. They must have fallen off in that struggle. We mustn't let that happen again." Tied down, spread-eagled, I looked up at her, not believing that this surreal conversation was taking place. Then Mindy rolled a feeding table over to the bed. From her carryall, she pulled out a plastic bag, removed its contents and rolled them out on the feeding table. Since the level of the feeding table was above my head, I couldn't see exactly what she was doing. She pushed my head down and grabbed my ear. "We don't want you to lose any more earrings, do we?" She warned me to "not move...even a little" or I'd make things worse. Suddenly, I felt a pin prick in my ear lobe and then a needle was drawn all the way through. I started to thrash my head but Mindy held it down, tight against the bed. The sharp pain slowly subsided, to be replaced by a continued burning sensation. Peripherally, I saw the glint of a large hoop and then felt my stabbing pain as she maneuvered it into my ear. I heard the ominous sound of a latching mechanism. Then, Mindy said, "Let's do the other ear now." Resigned to my fate, I turned my head in the other direction. My head rested on the earring that she had just inserted. Holding my head down tightly, once again, she grabbed my ear and quickly drew the needle into and through my ear lobe. I started to scream out, but the gag allowed only a moan to come out. She pushed a loop through the other ear and clicked it into position. Mindy laughed. "You're not going to get these out anytime soon. You see, they're not just earrings. They are special locks which have been placed through your ears." And then she said, teasingly, "Don't you wonder who is going to hold onto the key?" I looked at her, horrified. As I gazed at her, she reached over and picked up another device, which she held up so that I could clearly see it. It was a steel vise-like mechanism that looked like pincers and had a spring attachment which would keep it closed. She showed me that by tightening and loosening a turnscrew, the pincers, which actually consisted of one sharpened point on one end and a corresponding hole on the other, were moved closer together or spread further apart. She also showed me that the spring did not snap the pincer closed immediately, for which I was thankful -- prematurely, I might add. Finally, she pointed out that the needle was almost one fourth of an inch in diameter. Mindy reached down and pulled out my right breast form. She felt around under my pink bra and started pinching my nipple, which made it stick out. I couldn't help from feeling aroused, despite the fact that my cock was still imprisoned backwards and downwards between my legs. She picked up one of the pincers and, holding me down, adjusted the pincer so that the tips were far enough apart to fit on either side of my nipple. She then placed the pincer on either side of my nipple and tightened the thumbscrew until the needle started to pierce my skin. I started to squirm, but I couldn't escape. I noticed that she loved to prolong my suffering. She pulled out the other breast form and repeated the process to my other nipple. I was fastened down and I couldn't escape as her torture. "And now, for the best part!" Mindy announced. She released a catch on each pincer and the spring-loaded needle started to push itself into my skin. "It'll take at least several hours before the needle is totally through. Then, we'll attach another set of locking rings through them." I was in agony. The needle started its inexorable trip through my nipple. And this was going to take hours! How was I able to stand it? My eyes pleaded with her to stop, but she refused to relent. As if to answer my unsaid question, she asked, "I guess you wonder why this is happening to you, and where you are." Writhing, out of control, and wide-eyed, I nodded my head. Mindy continued. "I was getting annoying, obscene phone calls. The calls started coming at all hours of the night and they became even more disturbing. The calls came every day, all throughout the day and night." I shook my head, no. Did she really think that I had been the caller? "Anyway," she continued, "I noticed you following me. You looked like you were stalking me. And you know I can make you admit it. So my friends and I set a trap. You kept on asking me out on dates and I finally gave in, in order to teach you a lesson. I invited you up to my room and...I guess you know what happened after that..." "And then you were brought here. If you're wondering, you happen to be in a hospital room in the closed building of the state mental hospital. Some of my friends are medical students, interns and residents who have been able to make copies of the keys to the building and to the rooms. And, you know what?" She paused. "The calls have finally stopped. So it proves that it had to be you." Again, I tried to shake my head, no, but she ignored my protest. "And now I have you where I want you. One thing I know for sure is that you'll never do that to anyone again." She untied my gag and I started to protest that it wasn't me. She slapped my face and ordered me to be quiet. Again, I tried to proclaim my innocence, but she slapped me several times more. She picked up what looked like a rubber ball attached to a tube. "Open your mouth," Mindy directed. I didn't comply, but she raised her hand in warning. "Wider!" As I did so, she quickly crammed the ball into my mouth. I soon felt the ball become larger; Mindy must have been filling it with a pump! My cheeks were distended outward and my jaw was forced downward. "This special expanding gag has many uses. First, I won't have to listen to your screams, and you will scream," Mindy said. "And, second, I can force liquids into you and then down your throat through a special internal tube. It will be interesting to find out what you will be swallowing." "Now, I'll leave you alone to scream into your gag and fully enjoy your treatment," Mindy said airily. "So you can fully appreciate your predicament, I'm going to cover your head. I looked at her in horror as she picked up a leather bag with a drawstring tie, pulled it down over my head, and tied the drawstring tight around my neck. I was left in darkness all by myself, writhing in pain, moaning into my gag, to endure the unendurable, to face only the demented desires of my torturous oppressor. I heard the door close. Minutes, hours passed. I couldn't know how many. I squirmed, trying to dislodge the cruelly tightening pincers on my nipples. I shook my body hard -- like a spasm -- but to no avail; in fact, the burning pain increased. I decided to lie still. My mind wandered. I tried to find a place inside my head far from the consciousness of pain. I thought I would go mad. Later...much later...I felt and heard, as if from far away the sound of the door opening. I felt my nipples being pulled away from my body. I almost fainted from the sudden pain. "Good. It's all the way through," I heard Mindy saying. "Now, we'll make the piercing permanent." I felt more tugging on my nipple, and, finally, a sense of release. "Now it's time to lock on your nipple rings," Mindy announced. Again, excruciating pain. I felt cold, hard steel being pushed through the hole first one nipple, and then the other. I screamed, but it was a scream without sound. Then, finally, I heard the unmistakable sound of locks snapping into place. "These internally locking, case-hardened, stainless steel rings are permanent. They are yours to wear and endure from now on." And Mindy started to pull at them and turn them around, back and forth, as I whimpered in agony. "When's the last time you were allowed in the bathroom?" Mindy asked. Knowing I couldn't answer, she continued. "From now on, we're going to control that, too. I'm going to insert a balloon catheter into your cock and it will stay inside of you until I want to take it out. And, the best part of it," Mindy said, laughing, "is that I'll be able to turn it on and off. You'll piss when I want you to, and you won't be able to go when I don't want you to." Inside my hot leather hood, I could feel myself sweating profusely, in fear and trepidation. Mindy placed her hand on my bladder and pressed. I was too ashamed to let go. She reached around me and I heard a lock unclicking. She loosened the chains holding my dick captive, and pulled it free. I quickly heard another clicking of a lock hasp. All of a sudden there was a burning pain on my dick. "This tiny dog whip is so effective...don't you think so?" Mindy asked, knowing I couldn't answer. Again, and again, she struck my dick. I was groaning and sobbing. The burning pain was intense, and, horribly, inescapable. "You'll get to learn that, from now on, whenever your dick is set free, it will have to be punished." And she continued to strike it, without mercy. Then, finally, it was over. There was a lull; I sensed her moving around the room. The, she grabbed my dick and I felt a cold point being pressed against the opening of my burning dick. "You're lucky that I'm using some lubrication...next time you won't be so lucky." She continued to push the tube further in. I couldn't stop from writhing. "Lie still," Mindy ordered, "I wouldn't want to ruin your manhood forever." Then, I felt expansion way up and inside of me. "The balloon will keep it in; you won't be able to dislodge it. And this very tight plastic tie right under the head of your cock will also help keep you all together." Lying there in fear, fastened down, in darkness inside my hood, unable to avoid these awful degradations, I could only hope beyond hope that it was over. My nipples had been pierced, my ass was still filled with its plug, and my cock with the horrible balloon. My mouth, too was distended. Every orifice was under her direct control. Days and weeks passed. Fluids were being forced into my mouth and down my throat. Mindy noted that she was allowing me to live -- "to exist," as she put it. Often, I was forced to swallow my own urine. Its warm, salty taste inevitably made me gag, but Mindy warned me to swallow, or that would be all that I would be getting that day. Throughout this, I was also being given injections. Mindy laughed when she jammed the needle into me, and once promised that "I would thank her for her wonderful care." Sometimes, she injected me directly into my scrotum. Lying in the dark, instead of getting used to the pain, my nipples were becoming more sensitive. It felt as though the locking rings were touching my chest in a slightly different place from before. My worst fears were verified when Mindy started to twist the rings and said, "Those hormones I've been injecting into you are working quite nicely. Your breasts are starting to fill out." She continued to cruelly twist and pull at my nipples as I screamed into my gag. Every time Mindy came to me, my cock was submitted to torture, too. Every time, she repeatedly cracked the cruel whip against my cock, my balls, or lifting them up, between the crack of my ass. She never failed to make me moan and noiselessly scream into my gag. "Soon, you won't want your little cock and balls anymore," Mindy said to me. "The hormones are making them shrink and, one day, you'll plead with me to remove them." I feared Mindy's visits as much as I feared her not coming. What would happen to me if she were in an car accident? Or just decided to forget about me? No one knew where I was; no one knew that anyone was here. Days and weeks went by in a blur. The regime of pain, degradation and humiliation to which I was subjected was so inevitable that it became virtually the only life to which I was accustomed. But then, one day... I heard Mindy entering. The leather bag was untied and pulled away from my head. Mindy stood over me as my eyes adjusted to the light. "Today's the last day of the term." She held what looked like large, shiny metal pliers, or cutters, in front of my face. "And today's the day you'll beg me, as I promised," she said. At first, Mindy pulled and twisted the nipple rings. I looked down and noticed that my breasts were sticking out from my body. "Your breasts, I think, are now at least a size B," Mindy said. "They'll nicely fill up a bra without any padding now. She continued to torture my nipples. As always, when she did that, I started to moan into my gag. Soon, I felt the balloon gag inside my mouth become flaccid; Mindy must have deflated it. I tried to move my mouth but it must have become frozen into its spread-open position. She slapped me several times on each cheek and warned me to speak only when spoken to. Then, she reached down let the air out of the balloon catheter in my penis. She slowly pulled the tube out of me and placed it aside. It burned horribly as she slowly drew it out and I moaned. Mindy laughed and said, "I hope we won't need this anymore." Finally, it was all the way out. Mindy reached down and held my cock in one hand, and started to rub it up and down. This was so much better than the inexorable whipping I received! Despite the pain, I felt the beginnings of arousal. "Your pitiful dick is so little," Mindy laughingly said. "Those injections were so nice and effective!" She kept on rubbing me and I felt myself getting hard. With her other hand, she grabbed my scrotum, yanked at it, and I squirmed. She clutched one of my balls and started to twist it. I squirmed even more as she increased the pressure. As she rubbed my cock, she alternatingly pressed each testicle until I thought it was going to pop. The pain was incredibly intense. "Ask me to stop the pain," Mindy whispered. "Please stop!" I shouted. She smiled at me as she crushed one of my testicles. I started to gyrate on the bed. "Tell me how to stop the pain," Mindy offered. And then, through the haze of extreme pain, her purpose came to me. She wanted me to ask her to cut my balls off...to actually beg her to neuter me! No...she wanted me to plead to have my balls removed. "You know how to ask," Mindy continued. She smiled at me as she rubbed me and squeezed each testicle even harder. "You will beg, you know." My suffering was just too much. I couldn't stand the pain any longer. "Okay!" I shouted. "I can't take it any more. Get it over with! Cut them off already!" "What did you say?" Mindy asked, mildly, as she gave one of my testicles a particularly hard squeeze. "Please. Please cut them off," I heard myself saying. "What was that? I couldn't hear you," Mindy said. "Please," I begged. "Cut them off and stop the pain." Suddenly, the pressure stopped. Mindy reached over and picked up the special cutter. "I knew you would want me to. See this? These kinds of tools are used to emasculate bulls," Mindy explained. "It's so nice to go to a university which has an animal husbandry course, don't you think?" I looked up at her, pleadingly. "This type of cutter is very ingenious. In two motions, it will first clamp the skin tight, and then cut off your balls and clamp off the blood vessels so you won't bleed to death." Carefully, she positioned it above the sack and clamped it tight. She then started to rub my dick again. Up and down. She even reached over and pressed some K-Y onto it. Without the catheter inside of me, I was becoming stimulated. I felt my cock hardening inside her grip as she stroked me. "This is what you always wanted from me, didn't you?" Mindy shouted. "Yes!" I admitted. I saw her nod knowingly at me. "Because of the the hormones, this will take longer than usual," Mindy explained. "But you'd better enjoy it, because it will be the last orgasm you will ever have." Oh no! This was it! She rubbed me slowly up and down. She was not going to stop! Soon, I felt myself starting to ejaculate. I tried to hold back, but I knew, eventually, that I couldn't stop it. The cold steel was affixed around my sac and I was going to get there for the very last time! Finally, I started to cum. At the very same time, I felt the sharp knife edges of the pincers slice through my skin. Then, simultaneously, the tight clamping of steel around the new opening. And then darkness... I must have passed out. Slowly, I came to. The room was dark, quiet and empty. I moved one arm, and, surprisingly, it was free. I found that my other arm, and my legs were also free! I started to sit up but I quickly became woozy, and I dropped back down on the bed. I felt weak and hungry. My whole body hurt. Lying there, examining myself, I found that I was clothed in a dark-colored satiny blouse and a short skirt. I felt my chest and my nipples were sore; the rings were still there. My breasts, indeed, must have grown because they were filling the cups of the bra I was wearing. I felt it constricting tightly around my chest. I reached down and felt under the skirt for my genitals. Oh no...the ordeal wasn't just a bad dream. My cock was much smaller than before and, worse yet, I no longer had any testicles and the tight metal ring was still there. As I looked down, I saw that I was also wearing shiny high boots, and that I was wearing those sexy stockings that came up to right above my knees. What a cruel joke Mindy has played on me! I still had the butt plug inside of me, too. Evidently, she hadn't unlocked and removed it. How was I going to get rid of that? First, I had to get out of there! I knew that if I tried to quickly stand up, I'd probably fall on my face. I turned around on my stomach. The effort made me almost swoon with pain. When I got myself together, I started to slowly slide downward off the bed, holding on to it to keep my balance. My feet touched the floor for the first time in weeks, months -- how long could my torment possibly have been? I stood up, holding onto the bed. I moved each leg and felt dizzy. Slowly, tentatively, I started to practice walking around the bed. The mid-size heels of the boots didn't help too much, either. I felt like a baby learning how to walk. Finally, I took several tentative steps towards the door. I grabbed onto a rail on the wall. It occurred to me that since it was a hospital, at least I'd be able to hold onto the rails along the walls until I escaped. Mercifully, the door was unlocked! I pulled it open and looked out into the hall. Eerily, it was empty, as Mindy said it had been for a long time. Which way should I go? I slowly made my way down the hall towards the door below a lit "exit" sign. Somehow, I knew it would be open, but, I thought, once I got outside, which way -- and where -- would I go? End -------------------==== Posted via Deja News ====----------------------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Post to Usenet