Sadistic Stacy's Pillory [Femdom][FFFm][Ballbusting][CBT][NC][Fiction]

**Chapter 1: Sadistic Stacy**


Stacy was a bitch. Stacy was a bully. Stacy was used to always getting her way. She had always been a big fish in a small pond, so the first year at the military officer academy was quite the shock for her when she actually had to fight for position.


Stacy had platinum blonde hair that went down just past her shoulders, large blue eyes, lightly tanned complexion and an athletic build. She stood at 5’9” and could have been a model had it not been for her competitiveness which helped cultivate her muscle tone not well suited for modeling. In high school she was all-state in track and field in the spring, breaking a handful of state records. In the summer and fall she played tennis, also gaining state and national recognition. Over winter she fenced, just to stay sharp. Despite her intense athleticism she still had very feminine features, an hourglass figure with a butt you could bounce a quarter off of and perky C-cup breasts.


After high school she got accepted into a prestigious military officer academy (mostly to try and win the admiration of her high ranking military father). The academy was one of the best in the country and quite progressive. The cadets were separated into co-ed squads of roughly 18-20 people. Those squads studied together, ate together, bunked together, and even showered together (with little segregation).


Initially, the first year of academy was quite the struggle for Stacy. She was no longer the smartest in the class. She struggled to take on a leadership role in squad activities. And to make matters worse, now she wasn’t even the fastest. Cadet Robert had been showing her up all year during the endurance 10 and 12 mile drills.


Gradually, after a year of hard work she had become a top performer in her squad. She took on the role of alpha female with respect and admiration from the other women cadets and a fair amount of respect and fear from most of the men as well. At the same time she also had quite the reputation as a ball busting bitch. She frequently hit men in the balls while sparring and continued to fight as though nothing happened. She would snap towels at men’s balls in the showers and give quick nut taps to men standing in line or passing in hallways. She was well aware of men’s greatest weakness and exploited it whenever she could - for fun and for personal gain.


It was springtime now and next week began the trials for next session’s squad leaders. A series of intellectual, emotional, and physical tests would be administered for all first year cadets. The top finisher in each squad would be named squad leader for that squad over the summer session (cadets train year round, for two years). It was a title that Stacy wanted badly. She knew that she was the frontrunner in most respects but she was not the top athlete in her squad, she would lose some positioning when it came to the physical tests. Robert was the better athlete and it had bothered her since day one. In her eyes Robert was her biggest competition. So she hatched a plan…



**Chapter 2: The Plan Is Set In Motion**


Friday afternoon came around and everyone was excited and buzzing about the weekend. Due to the stress of the upcoming squad leader tests, the cadets were granted leave over the weekend. They were free to leave the grounds and visit family or take a small weekend getaway. Stacy had waited until today to make her move. Over lunch she wrote up a rather official looking note on military letterhead:


CADET ROBERT (OMITTED)

REPORT TO FOURTH FLOOR, WILLIAMSON HALL

1900 HOURS FOR SPECIAL ASSIGNMENT


She folded the paper into three parts and set it on Robert’s bunk. She was so giddy she could barely contain herself as she snuck back to rejoin her friends in the mess hall. She whispered to her two closest friends and they too lit up with excitement. Whether or not he would get the note and/or fall for it, that had yet to be seen, but so far the plan had been set in motion.


The rest of the day carried on as usual although the three women could hardly focus on their studies. At 5:00pm (1700 hours), the afternoon classroom sessions had concluded and the cadets were dismissed. Everyone raced back to their bunks to pack their bags and head out for the weekend. Stacy also packed a bag but not for travel.


The next hour or so seemed to creep by slowly but eventually the moment of truth came. The three women met outside in front of Williamson Hall at 6:45pm (1845 hours). Williamson Hall was primarily used for classroom studies and with all sessions dismissed for the weekend it was deserted and extremely quiet. The three women walked through the entryway and made their way to the stairs, up four half flights of stairs they went until they reached the third floor. Double doors with their handles bound in a thick heavy chain locked with a large padlock greeted them at the top of the stairs.


“I thought you said it was open?” Stacy’s friend Riley asked.


“It is. It’s open to us. This whole floor has been decommissioned for years. Be patient.” Stacy assured. She reached into her bag and got out a small lock pick set. From the set she pulled out two small metal sticks and stuck them into the keyhole on the lock. Within a few moments of manipulating the metal sticks, a click is heard and the lock opens up. “See? Nice and easy.”


“Whoa, that was cool,” Stacy’s other friend Rebecca admired.


“Thanks!” Stacy replied, removing the lock and pulling the chain off the two door handles. “Let’s go, the closet I was talking about is just down the hall.”


“Ok,” the two women replied, nearly in unison.


Stacy pushed through the double doors, bringing the heavy chain and lock with her. She walked down the hallway past a handful of vacant rooms. She ducked into one of the rooms on the left and tossed the chain and lock. “We don’t need those,” she explained.


They continued walking down the hallway until they reached the end. “The storage closet is in here.” Stacy pushed through a door on the left and the three women walked into a giant room. It looks like an old classroom. There are some desks and chairs along with some antiquated office furniture but nothing of note. “There!” Stacy exclaims as she points to the right wall. On the wall is a large empty storage closet with two large doors on either side.


“Come with me, it’s just like I explained,” Stacy said excitedly. The two women follow obediently behind her.


“Both of these doors are on these really heavy duty tracks. We slide them together to close the closet.” Stacy opens her arms wide and grabs the door handle on each door and slowly pulls them in toward each other. The heavy doors squeak and groan along their track as they slide. The doors meet in the middle and make a heavy thud.


“Then we can lock it shut.” Stacy grabs the metal hinged bracket on the right door and swings it across the left door so that the metal loop on the left door goes through a hole in the bracket. “We just put something through the loop and the doors aren’t going anywhere,” Stacy said pridefully.


“Oh, I almost forgot the best feature, the HOLE!” Stacy points to where the doors meet, about waist high. A small gap has been filed away between the two doors, the gap has the shape of a skinny diamond roughly two inches high and almost an inch wide.


“Ooohhh,” the women cooed.


“It’s like our own little Pillory,” Riley mused.


“Exactly! I call it a Stacy Pillory,” Stacy agreed. “Plus, he will be completely on the other side, out of sight. All we will see are his pathetic nuts.”


All three women laughed and flushed with excitement.


“Ok, he should be here any moment. Help me open these doors and then you guys gotta hide until the right moment. All clear?” Stacy asked.


“Yes,” said Rebecca.


“Yup,” agreed Riley.


Together they opened the closet doors back up. Stacy went out into the hall to wait for Robert and the other two women stayed in the room with the closet, hiding just behind the doorway into the room.



**Chapter 3: The Guest of Honor Arrives**


They only had to wait a couple moments before the double doors at the end of the hallway swung open, precisely at 1900 hours. Robert looks around warily and sees Stacy standing there at the end of the hall, looking beautiful as ever (he always found her very attractive despite her poor attitude). Stacy was wearing a black ruffled mini skirt, a tight white blouse - buttoned so that it accentuated her breasts, black knee high boots, and wore her platinum blonde hair back in a tight ponytail.


“What are you doing here?” Robert called out from across the hallway. He was also wearing civilian clothes although not nearly as risque as Stacy. He had on brown khaki pants and a blue polo shirt, tucked in at the waist.


“I’m not sure. I got a notice on my bunk to meet here at 1900 for some special assignment. I think we are meeting in this room down here,” Stacy shouted back.


Robert paused a moment, shrugged, and quickly made his way down the hall (not wanting to be late for a special assignment). He reached Stacy at the end of the hall and pointed at the room on the left. “This room?” he asked puzzledly.


“Yeah, I guess? They aren’t here yet though, we can just hang out,” Stacy said in a seductive tone. She lightly cocked her head to the side and said, “You clean up nice. I like to see you in your civies.”


Robert’s face began to flush red, clearly Stacy was getting to him. “Uh ok, thanks,” he replied meekly.


They stood next to each other in silence for a moment or two, Stacy pressed on with the seduction. She reached out and caressed his shoulder.


“Uh, what are you doing?”


“You don’t like it? You don’t like me” Stacy turned to Robert, pressed her arms together squeezing her breasts so they were nearly popping out of her shirt. She stuck out her lower lip in a sly, sexy pout.


“What?! Uh no. I mean yes. I mean, I shouldn’t. I can’t.” Robert stammered.


“Why can’t you?” Stacy genuinely asked.


“I have to focus on the academy. I WILL be an officer,” he stated with great reverence.


“I see….and you have no time for little ‘ole me?” Stacy continued to lay on the heavy seduction, moving in close so that her breasts were pressed against his chest, he could smell her intoxicating perfume. She put her arms around his back and slowly grinded her thigh against his crotch. His khakis betrayed him and she could easily feel his cock growing and twitching. He was clearly under her spell, right where she wanted him.


That is when she chose to strike. In a blur of motion her hands slid forward to his sides and grabbed tightly. She pushed him back for a little distance and then ferociously drove her thick, powerful thigh directly into his unprotected balls, momentarily crushing them against his pelvis with lightning speed and incredible force. He hunched over onto Stacy and inadvertently groaned loudly into her ear. Had she not been standing there he would have easily fallen to the ground but with her athleticism she held him up fairly well.


“Ok girls, I got him.” Stacy called out.


The two women came out of the room and joined Stacy in the hall. Stacy had her arms tightly around Robert’s waist holding him up. His head was still propped up on her shoulder, with his arms around her in a loose hug, as he gasped for air and groaned. “Whaaaa. Whyy?” Robert tried to say.


“Quickly girls, while he is impaired.”


“Ok,” Riley said, producing a pair of handcuffs. She went over to Robert and grabbed one of his arms while Rebecca grabbed the other. The two pulled his arms behind his back, he weakly resisted but it didn’t do any good, all three women were quite strong. In mere moments they had the handcuffs on him. He stood there a little bit longer, hands cuffed behind his back, leaning on Stacy for support as he slowly began to regain his composure.


Robert pushed off of Stacy with his shoulders and some help from the girls behind him. He stood under his own power once more, “Why did you do that? What’s going on?”


Stacy ignored his inquiry and began to unbuckle his belt and pants.


“Umm, seriously. What the fuck?” Robert began to panic and tried to run away but the two women each grabbed an arm once more and held him in place.


“Thank you ladies. This will just be a moment,” Stacy said, ignoring Robert. She unzipped the front of his khakis and pulled them to the floor. Next, she grabbed his tighty whitey underwear and pulled them to the floor as well. “Robert, step out.” He lifted his leg and Stacy fully removed the pants from the one side. “...and the other leg.” Robert complied, lifting his other leg. “Good boy,” Stacy teased.


Robert now stood half naked in the old dusty hallway, wearing only shoes and a polo, handcuffed and held in place by two beautiful women with a third crouched in front of him. He began to tremble.


“Ok, now for some fun!” Stacy said with a sadistically cheery tone.


“No, tell me what’s going on,” Robert demanded, stamping a foot.


“Oh that is cute, he thinks he has a choice,” Stacy teased. Both women chuckled. “I forgot one thing.” Stacy reached up her skirt with both hands and pulled her panties down to her ankles, stepping out of them. She grabbed them off the floor and balled them up in her hand. “Open up.”


“You kidding? Fuck that!” Robert protested.


Stacy reached forward with her free hand and got a firm grip on his balls. She was actually quite surprised at how large they were. In her life she had only seen a handful of balls (pun intended), but these were clearly the biggest. Maybe they were already swollen, she wondered. Or maybe he was just pent up. Either way, the sight of his large balls excited her very much. “Open up, buttercup,” Stacy ordered, squeezing lightly for emphasis, barely containing both large balls in her grip.


Robert thought for a moment and slowly opened his mouth. Stacy let go of his balls and jammed her wadded up panties into his mouth. “Don’t you dare think of spitting those out,” she commanded as she knelt back down and rummaged through her backpack.


Next, she got out a roll of silver duct tape and pulled a strip of tape free from the roll. “Lips firmly together,” she commanded once more and he obeyed this time. She wrapped the tape around his head three full times, very tightly, making sure his lips stayed pressed together. When she was satisfied with the security of the tape she tore off the roll and pressed the remaining bit of tape onto the rest of it.


“There we go, much better. You were getting kind of annoying,” Stacy giggled. “Do you like the taste? I wore them all day for you. Yup, even during drills this morning. Can you taste me? Does the smell linger in your nose as you exhale your breath? Do you like it?.....You will,” Stacy warned.


Her two friends loosened their grip on Robert’s arms and exchanged looks between them that said, “Are you seeing this? Is she for real?” and in response a glance that said, “Yes. Holy shit, she is intense.”


“Ok, let's get you into position. Follow me,” Stacy said cheerily as she reached out and grabbed onto the base of Robert’s scrotum, pulling his balls from his body.


She led him by the balls back into the room on the left and Robert begrudgingly followed behind, not wanting to part ways with them. She continued until he was standing in front of the closet. While maintaining her firm, commanding grip on his aching balls, she turned him so that his back was facing the closet then pushed him (by the balls) into the closet. “Take a step back," she ordered. She squeezed his balls while he hesitated momentarily but it didn’t take long for him to step back into the closet over the track of the doors.


The two women saw that he was in place and each began to push a heavy door towards the middle. Robert looked to either side of him and in a panic leaned forward to prevent the doors from closing any further. Both doors pressed into Robert’s upper arms as they could move no further. Stacy, unamused, once again squeezed down on his balls. “Nuh uh, you back there,” she said as her free hand pushed on Robert’s forehead, moving his upper half behind the track of the doors once more. The women continued slowly closing the doors once more until they reached Stacy’s arms.


Stacy retracted her arm that had been pressing on Robert’s forehead keeping his head behind the doors. Then, while maintaining her grip on his balls, pulled out her other hand, along with Robert’s balls, “....and your balls out here….with me,” she said, very pleased that the height of the gap she carved out lined up perfectly with his taut ball sack.


The women carefully finished pressing the heavy doors together, making sure not to unintentionally pinch anything that belonged to Robert in the process. When the doors were tightly together, they swung the metal bracket across the doors and twisted a paperclip in the ring through the bracket, holding it in place. Stacy finally released Robert’s testicles and there they stayed. Held firmly in place in front of the doors, Robert’s two large plums on full display.


Stacy beamed with pride, excitement, and a sadism-fueled arousal, “Ladies, I present to you, the Stacy Pillory.” She took a step back from the doomed testicles and made a presentation gesture like a model presenting a prize to the contestants on a game show.


“Oooh,” Rebecca swooned.


“Delicious,” Riley agreed with great fascination.



**Chapter 4: Robert is introduced to the Pillory**


“Go ahead,” Stacy encouraged, “Check it out, play with ‘em a bit.”


Rebecca was the first to make good on Stacy’s offer and stepped forward. She knelt down to get a closer look and rested her palm on his testicles. “I can’t believe how warm they are,” she remarked.


“Yeah, they are as hot as fire from my knee,” Stacy said boastfully.


Rebecca continued her inspection. She pulled the balls to the left, then to the right. Up then down, making sure no skin was pinched in the door. She continued to pull down on the balls a little harder, pulling them down a bit towards the floor. Rebecca giggled as the balls snapped back into place with a jiggle when she released them. Rebecca looked back up at Stacy and Riley as they watched her with great curiosity and amusement. Stacy smiled back and gave her a nod back signaling her to continue on. With Stacy’s encouragement Rebecca gave the balls a little SLAP, once again amused at their jiggle Rebecca gave a little chuckle. A light THUD could be heard on the other side of the doors, immediately following the slap.


“Oh, he must have liked that,” Stacy quipped with a giant grin. “Ok Riley, your turn. Go in and have a look.”


Rebecca looked a little disappointed but stood up anyways and took a step back.


Riley next knelt down and placed her hand on his balls. “Yeah, they really are warm. Holy Moly,” she agreed. She also pulled down on his balls and giggled when they snapped back into position. “Oh. Em. Gee. This is unreal. This is going to be soooo much fun.” She bit down on her lower lip and gave the mighty balls a firm SLAP, a good deal harder than Rebecca’s test slap. Another THUMP could be heard from behind the doors and all three women chuckled this time as they remembered Stacy’s comment about Robert enjoying it. Riley stood up and took a step back.


“Nice, ladies. Very nice,” Stacy encouraged. “Ok, well. Let’s move onto the main event.” Stacy paused for a moment and raised her voice, “Robert, if you can hear this, let me fill you in. You are kind of a dick. We all agreed. You are pushy and self-centered in drills. Misogynistic in squad team building exercises. And generally unpleasant.” (And Stacy’s primary competition for squad leader, but she dare not mention that to him or the girls).


“So we decided to teach you a lesson here today. We all thought a little….corporal punishment…might bring you down a peg or two. Teach you some respect for us ladies.” Stacy paused again. “Also, personally, I think it will be hilarious to watch you run drills next week with large, swollen and sore nuts.” All three women laughed but Stacy laughed hardest of the three. “Sound like fun?” she mocked. “No? Well you don’t really have a choice in the matter.”


Still speaking in an elevated voice, Stacy continued on, “Here is how it is going to go down. Each of us lovely ladies will have some time with you…while the others watch of course. We have each brought a toy or two to use on you as well. Rebecca will go first because she is the nicest. Riley will be next because…..well, she is kind of a bitch.”


“Heyyyy,” Riley chimed in.


“No offense. It’s true though?”


“Yeah, I suppose so.” Riley laughed with a furled eyebrow and a grin.


“Ok then. And finally, I will go last. I think you know a little bit about how that will go,” Stacy teased in a serious tone.


A thud sound from behind the doors can be heard three times. THUD THUD THUD.


Stacy laughed at the sounds, “Sounds like he is ready. Beccs, why don’t you kick things off?”



**Chapter 5: Rebecca’s Turn**


Rebecca went to grab her bag and then set it down at the base of the closet doors. Stacy and Riley each took a couple steps back so they could enjoy the show. The first item she pulled out was a spatula. It was a flimsy aluminum spatula with a fairly large surface area for picking up and scraping food. The two girls laughed wholeheartedly when Rebecca presented the item so she dropped it to the floor as if it were on fire out of embarrassment.


“Oh my god, really Beccs?” Stacy said between laughs as the spatula rolled on the hard floor clinking.


“Yeah, I dunno. I thought it might be fun. I got it from the mess hall,” Rebecca shot back with a shrug.


“LOL, Ok. Have at it.”


Rebecca reached out with her hand and began to rub the balls in a circle, as if to warm them up or prepare them for what was to follow. After roughly ten seconds of this she pulled away her hand and reached once more for the spatula. She pressed the ice cold flat surface of the aluminum spatula against Robert’s warm, aching plums, pressing down hard as if to squeeze the juices out of a burger. The skin of the scrotum tightened up and grew small goosebumps in response to the cold. “Ohh, the poo wittow bois don’t like the coold much, do they?” Rebecca teased in a baby voice.


She pulled the spatula away and felt the balls again with her other hand. “That cooled ‘em down a bit,” Rebecca joked. Rebecca brought the spatula back up to his balls and gave them a light SLAP. The slap made a nice metallic stinging sound which caused Rebecca’s eyes to light up with joy. She brought the spatula back down onto Robert’s balls a bit harder this time. SLAP. This time the sting wrung throughout the room and another THUD came from behind the doors. “I think I am getting the hang of this,” Rebecca said, her confidence growing.


“Good!” Stacy commended, “Go on! Let him have it!”


SLAP…..SLAP……SLAP SLAP SLAP. Roberts' balls blazed a bright red. SLAP SLAAAAAAPPP……………SLAP SLAP. Rebecca playfully varied the intensity and the timing of the various slaps to Robert’s balls. She was clearly enjoying herself. SLAAAAP. SLAP SLAP SLAP………..SLAP…..SLAAAAP. Eventually she grew bored of the spatula and returned it to the bag. “Time for my next toy,” Rebecca said excitedly as she pulled out a small pinwheel.


“What the hell is that? A spur?” Stacy asked with some disdain.


“It’s a pinwheel, I thought it could be a fun sensation.” Rebecca answered back.


“We aren’t going for fun sensations here Beccs.” Stacy began to grow impatient. “We are going for pain here.”


Rebecca shrugged in response and retorted, “Well this is my time. I will play with these balls as I see fit!”


“Fine. Fine. Just….hurry up. I wanna play,” Stacy relented. She was in fact beyond eager to torture Robert’s testicles and she was not used to sharing her toys. Even if these women did help make it happen.


“Ok, I will.” Rebecca grabbed the pinwheel and lightly traced it up and down the burning testicles. She circled the circumference of the balls and enjoyed watching the skin prick up and twitch in response. She traced the surface once more, pressing a little harder this time, to appease Stacy a little bit, but ultimately let off on the pressure - not wanting to break the skin. She dropped the pinwheel back into her bag and stood up. “There, I am done. Happy?”


“Yes, Beccs. Not too bad. Ok, Riley. You are up!” Stacy let out.



**Chapter 6: Riley’s Turn**


Rebecca grabbed her bag and stepped back from the closet as Riley went to fetch her bag and take her place. Riley smiled at the group as she reached into her bag, “For my first item I have…..a PADDLE!” Riley holds up a dusty old ping pong paddle, green on one side and red on the other.


Stacy and Rebecca laughed. “Is that a ping pong paddle?” Rebecca asked.


“Yup! Borrowed it from the req center,” Riley said with pride.


“That’ll work!” Stacy said with excitement.


“Sure will!” Riley agreed as she held it up against Robert’s aching testicles. She swirled the face of the paddle on the surface of the testicles similar to how Rebecca had done with the palm of her hand. The bumps on the surface of the paddle made dozens of tiny collisions with the raised bumps on Robert’s scrotum as she rubbed it around. Then without any warning, Riley pulled the paddle back and slammed it down onto Robert’s tender, trapped balls with a great THUMP. The impact was once again responded to with a big THUD on the opposite side. Without giving any recovery time at all Riley thumped his balls three more times with equal force. THUMP THUMP THUMP.


Displaying only a little remorse, Riley paused for a moment and brought the paddle down to rest on her lap. She pressed her ear to the door to try and listen for any sounds from Robert but heard nothing. She looked back at Stacy and Rebecca then shook her head ‘No’ while shrugging. “Nothing yet.”


“Ok, well keep at it,” Stacy pushed on.


A little disappointed, Riley stood up this time and swung the paddle with greater force. Five more solid thumps crashed into Robert’s battered balls and echoed in the mostly empty room. THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP. Riley paused and then thumped again. THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP.


There were no longer any thuds in response to the impacts, Robert had likely discovered a way to secure his head from thudding into the door. His balls were immediately reacting to Riley’s treatment with the paddle. They were rapidly getting darker in color and growing in size quite a bit. Riley took note of this change and smiled. “They are starting to get swollen! A couple more thumps for good measure and then I will move onto my next toy,” Riley informed the group.


“Wonderful!” Stacy praised.


THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP and one giant THUUUUUMP. Riley pressed her ear to the door once more, this time she could hear him whimpering. “Awwww, he is whimpering.” Riley said with some concern. “I think we broke him already. I was hoping for some groans but he is already whimpering like a beaten pup.”


“Don’t fall for it Riley,” Stacy said with disdain.


“I dunno, I’m starting to feel bad. I think I will skip my second toy. I was just gonna do some toothpaste anyways, give him that fresh minty clean feeling,” Riley joked.


“Awwww, you should have done that BEFORE the paddle. That would have really elevated the impacts,” Stacy said disappointedly. Not wanting to wait any longer anyways, Stacy allowed Riley to end her turn early. “Ok, you don’t have to do it anymore. MY TURN!”


“Ok” responded Riley. She put away her paddle and stepped away from the rapidly swelling balls with her bag under her arm and showed some guilt in her face.



**Chapter 7: Stacy’s Turn**


Stacy next grabbed her bag and made her way to her Pillory where Robert’s swollen, giant testicles awaited helplessly for their final tormentor. Finally it was her chance to let him have it and she couldn’t be more excited. She set down her bag and gave the balls a quick little slap, “hey there big boy, it’s me Stacy. Hope you are ready for the grand finale!” Stacy teased loudly. Riley and Rebecca both exchanged worried glances.


Stacy pressed her ear to the door and to her delight Robert was still whimpering, just where she wanted him. She grinned a large devilish grin and bent over to retrieve her first item from the bag. It was a shiny black rectangular object with two metal prongs at one end and a button on either side. Across the front of it read, “Stun Gun 2.0” and at the bottom, “Danger, 50,000 volts.” Stacy held it up so the women could read the writing.


“Is that what I think it is? A….a stun gun?!?” Rebecca said with bewilderment.


“It is! I borrowed it from the armory! It's beautiful,” Stacy responded with a tone of admiration. She held it up in the air and pressed the buttons on either side. A loud thunderous crackle rippled out through the room and down the hallway, echoing back when it reached the end. A tiny lightning bolt between the two prongs lit up the room.


“Holy shit! That is intense” Rebecca exclaimed out of fear.


“50,000 volts!,” Stacy boasted. “This will teach him real quick,” Stacy cackled as she slowly brought the stun gun down towards Robert’s helpless nuts, unable to escape the pending doom. The metal prongs now rested against Robert’s balls, one prong jammed into the middle of each ball.


“Stacy…I thought we weren’t going to cause any permanent damage here?” Riley finally spoke up.


“We won’t! You girls are too soft,” Stacy said with agitation.


Rebecca now spoke up once more, “How do you know….that you won’t cause any damage?”


“Yeah, 50,000 volts is quite a lot,” said Riley.


“Listen girls,” Stacy began in a snotty tone. As she did she inadvertently pulled the stun gun away from Robert’s testicles, their potential death sentence (or at least some damage) temporarily stayed. “There are many studies out there that say stun gun usage does minimal lasting damage at the contact site on a victim,” she stated matter of factly.


“But it does SOME damage,” said Rebecca. “to a very delicate and sensitive area.”


“Yeah, I don’t want to take any risks. He knows who we are. I don’t want to break or damage anything. What if he retaliates?” Riley said with concern.


“Oh he won’t retaliate. He will be so afraid of me when I am done he will probably avoid me (and us) at all costs.” Stacy chuckled.


“Um ok….” The conversation was clearly getting to Rebecca. “I think I have had enough torture for one day. Plus I wanna go see my family this weekend. It’s getting dark and I have a two hour drive ahead of me.”


“Yeah, I think I better take off as well,” Riley went along.


“Fine, both of you. Leave!” Stacy snapped back. “But I am not quite done here yet. I want to have my turn.”


“Ok, but you have to promise, no stun gun!” Riley fired back.


“FINE, no stun gun. Here, take it with you so you know I am serious.” Stacy carefully handed the stun gun to Riley and Riley stuffed it into her bag.


Content with this conclusion, the two women, Riley and Rebecca, slung their bags on their backs and began to walk out.


“Have a good weekend ladies. Thanks for your help. I will let Robert out shortly here.”


“Bye. You too. Have a good weekend,” Riley responds.


“Thanks. Have a good one!” Rebecca responds as well.


Stacy watches the two ladies exit the room, go down the hallway, out the double doors and back down the steps. Once the two women are out of earshot, Stacy turns back to her makeshift Pillory while Robert’s aching balls await.


“Those softies, good riddance,” she utters under her breath. With her loud, through-the-closet-door voice she continues on, “Well Robert, it looks like it’s just you and me now. No more voices of reason whispering in my ears like pesky little flies.” She presses her ear against the door. His whimpering has grown quiet. “Awww, don’t you worry. You will be whimpering again soon enough.”


Stacy reaches up and untwists the paperclip securing the door bracket shut and throws it to the side. “First we need a better solution to keep you in place.” She bends over and grabs a large padlock from her bag and locks in onto the ring securing the bracket. “There we go. Nobody can save you now.” Stacy reaches down and begins to rub Robert’s aching testicles in a circle with the palm of her hand, much like the other two before her had done. She gets up close to the door once more and presses her whole cheek to it. In a loud and sadistic tone she exclaims, “Now let’s have some real fun.”