A Very Painful Bet - 3 Informed Consent

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Luke was trapped beneath a mountain of muscle and feminine curves. His brain knew that he’d taken a pretty bad injury. Everytime he shifted his hips, or even when Sarah adjusted her position on his stomach, a hard, knifing pain would lance up from his groin. It was not a dull ache, which he was familiar with, something sharper, more viscous. He’d have to get over to a doctor before too long, but he had some time before it became critical; at least he hoped so.

His heart was telling him something else entirely. Sarah’s presence was overwhelming. Her scent was all around him, she was flushed with excitement and passion? Maybe. This really was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Luke would have memories of this day that would stick with him forever. On the one hand, if he didn’t call this off now, he might never be able to have kids, hell she might even cripple him permanently. He was pretty sure she wouldn’t take it that far, but Sarah seems to have underestimated her own strength. On the other hand… wow.

Sarah leaned over him again, her chest pressing against his chin. Her mix of sweat, faint perfume, and sexual tension filled his nostrils. Luke drew in a deep breath of it all, and the pain receded into a background tension; traffic noise in a big city, you were aware of it, but could allow it to fade out. Hell, who am I kidding? He thought to his brain, we both know I’m not passing up this moment.

“You’re going to take off the boots?” Luke spoke quietly.

Sarah sat up and positively beamed at him. She ran a hand over his cheek, caressing it. “If we are staying in for the night, then obviously I’ll take off my shoes and relax.”

“And you said you had some other things to show me that you do to other clients?” Luke asked carefully. “If I do this, I’d really appreciate it if I had a chance to make it to hour two at least, and my nuts could use a few minutes to recover.”

Sarah put her hand to her lips, persing them in thought. “Yes,I definitely have other ways to hurt you. I’ll try out a few techniques before I return to manhood bashing, but you don’t get to put any limits on my choices.” She stretched her powerful arms overhead. “You lost the bet, so I get to indulge myself fully. I’m not changing that condition, just offering some sweetener to make the medicine go down easier.”

Luke mulled that over. This was very, very dangerous. Sarah is as competent a fighter as anyone he’d sparred with in the past, she was strong as hell and she seemed to be getting off on breaking him down. This was likely going to be bad, probably awful. Then he gazed up at her six pack abs, and the scarlet bra that he really wanted to see what it was concealing.

“How bad can it be?” He muttered to himself, not releasing he’d said it aloud.

Sarah broke out in a peel of laughter. She slapped down on his chest, as a belly laugh caused her to shake a bit. “Oh! Oh sugar, that’s just adorable.” She managed to get the chuckles under control. “My specialty isn’t ballbusting, it’s mostly the other things I’m going to do to you.: She stared directly into his eyes. “So answer me, Man-baby or Macho-man?”

Luke closed his eyes tight. Here goes nothing, he channeled the old Slim Jim commercials, “Ooooohhhhhh yyyyeeaaaahhhh!” with all the gusto he could muster. Sarah caught the reference and nodded in approval. “My man.” She leaned down to give him a light kiss on the forehead.

Sarah plunked down the floor next to Luke and began unlacing her boots. She took her time, then tossed them over to the side of the room, the socks were peeled off next, exposing her bare feet. They were quite large for a woman, heavy with calluses, nails trimmed short. Like the rest of her, they were also sweaty, and she impishly placed both on his face, smothering his nose and mouth. “Smell them!” she commanded, pressing them harder. “This will be the most pleasant experience you will have for quite a while.”

Luke inhaled, tentatively kissing the ball of her foot. The aroma was strong, but not wholly unpleasant. He decided to get a little risque and ran his tongue on the arch. Sarah immediately slapped him in the balls. “Bad dog” He felt the impact jaggedly. The fear came roaring back. "I'm on the clock right now. We can try that later." Luke hadn't had a huge reaction to the slap, so she hit him again in the nuts, this time with a closed fist hammering down. He gagged and coughed from the force of it. Sarah studied the results and nodded to herself, satisfied that she'd drilled home the lesson.

"Ok macho, let's start with an old favorite, the body scissors and choke combination." She removed her feet from his face and shrimped around on the mats behind him. She grasped his shoulders and easily lifted him into a sitting position. His arms were still secured tightly behind his back. Sarah pressed up to his lower back and wrapped her legs around his stomach. Then snaked her arm around his neck, forming a v shape with her right arm and grabbed on tight to her left bicep. She slid her left hand onto the back of his head and cinched up the hold. "This is a fun one." She whispered into his ear. "I have to be careful, because it can break someone's spine." She tightens up on Luke. "Lucky for me, I don't need to be careful with you. Thanks so much for giving me this." She bites his ear gently, then savagely clamps her legs and arms down on him. Sarah throws herself backwards to the mat, dragging Luke from a sitting position to splay out flat on top of her. Her hips flex as the thighs tighten, bending his lower back into an arch. She pulls hard on his neck with her arms, but doesn't press forward with her left hand to knock him out.

"This one is a gut buster." Sarah commented. She begins flexing her inner thighs, the muscle driving into Lukes organs. "Normally, I'll just tighten up both and knock the bitch out..." She flexes her arms for emphasis. "... but if I just squeeze with my melon crackers..." She crosses her ankles and straightens her legs out. Luke can see the spandex cladding her thighs thinning out of color as they are pressed wider than they should be capable of stretching. "...I can make you upchuck or shit yourself depending on how I want to force things out." She cackled wildly. "You already puked, so let's try a toothpaste squeeze." She clamped down on his stomach, pushing everything southward. Luke was in a whole new kind of agony. This was entirely different nausea kicking in. He started panicking as his body was out of control. Thank god I hadn’t eaten all day.

Sarah relented after half a minute, allowing Luke a deep breath. As he began drawing it in, her arms clamped down like a vice, cutting off his wind. “Of course, I can also pop your head off like a grape.” She angled back, forcing his chin upwards painfully. “For most people, they need to press forward with the other hand too.” She demonstrated this by applying pressure with the left hand that was behind his head and squeezing her own bicep with the right.. Luke’s tongue went numb immediately and his vision began to swim, quickly on the verge of passing out. Then she removed the left, giving him a reprieve. “However, in my case, I can simply flex my bicep and force you unconscious anyway, it just takes a bit longer, and hurts more.” Her arm muscles began to swell, compressing Luke’s carotid artery and as promised, really torquing his neck. It wrenched his ligaments, and after a few seconds, his tongue once again started tingling; a tell tale sign that he was on the verge of being knocked out.

“Gaaak! …Please…” He panicked, he would have tapped out, but his arms were still bound behind him. In desperation, he tried pinching her abs to get a reaction. This time, Sarah didn’t say anything, instead she increased the pressure. It felt like his windpipe was going to crack. Luke’s vision swam, and he started to lose track of what was happening.

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He came awake in a panic, he’d been dreaming about a subway train that he couldn’t seem to catch up to, no matter how hard he tried. The dream had been a long nightmare of everything being just out of his reach. “Where… am.. I?” He asked groggily. He looked about, seeing the black athletic mats on the floor. That triggered his memory, wait, I was being choked? He looked down towards his feet, and there was a goddess of war kneeling between his legs. She was tightening up the straps on a pair of MMA fingerless gloves. She gave him a grim smile.

“Oh, you’re still trapped in hell, don’t worry babe, I haven’t gone anywhere.” She made an open palm with one hand and slammed her right fist into it. The impact was loud slap of leather on leather. It made her upper body flex.”I gave you a short break on the balls, but it’s time for a new technique. This one is called the ground and pound. It’s a good way to finish a fight.”

Luke started gibbering with terror. “No, no, no, no..Please no, have mercy, I’ll break.” He was trying to shuffle away from her. “You don’t want to do this, I won’t be of any use to you later if I’m ruptured.”

Sarah sighed. “Fine, fine.” She stood up and walked over to the dresser. She opened one of the drawers, took something out, and closed it. She turned about and walked over to Luke, her bare feet moving along gracefully. She towered over him, then suddenly dropped down on her ass, crashing into Luke’s chest. He expelled out a breath, and fast as a snake, Sarah struck, jamming a wad of cloth into his mouth. She pulled a small length of rope tight over the cloth pinning it in place, and tied it behind his head.

Luke let out a muffled “nnnnn”, but it was barely audible. Sarah nodded in approval. “Told you what would happen if you started bitching.” She tapped the side of his face, then rose again, moving back down between his legs. “Now, try not to puke again. You won’t like what happens with the gag in place.”

Sarah pulled out her phone. “Ok Luke, here’s the deal. We are going to do some one minute rounds.” She set the timer function to 60 seconds on repeat. “I’m going to pound on you for that whole time. If you can stay awake through these, I’ll lose the top when we hit the hour mark. That’s about 15 minutes away. I’m not counting the choke outs against you. Those are just fun little extras for me. Choke outs are not something you can just muscle through, the body’s mechanics work against you there. No blood in the brain and it’s sleepy time.” She rapped her knuckles together.”However, pain is different, it’s up to you to control that. Show me you can take it, and I’ll reward you. Fail me, and when you wake up, I’ll turn you into my personal rowing machine for the next hour, I need some cardio time.”

With that, she hit the timer, and tossed the phone aside. Luke tried to dodge, but Sarah struck out with a quick jab, jab and heavy cross sequence that exploded into his balls. The pain was unreal. It was a mix of sharp jagged pain, followed by roiling agony, flowing out in waves. Another jab and cross thudded in. This overlapped with the initial hits, causing dueling sensations of brutality and queasiness. He lost the ability to move coherently after a thunderous third cross slammed dead on his testicles. Luke just flopped and twitched, unable to resist further. Sarah took a pause, focused on her targets, and then launched a series of strong driving punches.

Left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Right, right, right, right, left

…

RIGHT!!!!

Sarah had, after the first few shots, found the bulge with the most resistance. She zero’d in on it with the heavy rights to try and break it down. She wanted Luke utterly helpless, completely pliant to her will.

Luke absorbed the blows, but they began to prolong into one tortuous sensation. He was pretty certain something was broken and his scrotum flattened under her assault. The punches had drained all the resistance out of him.

Suddenly, Sarah switched to driving elbow strikes. They impacted with the force of a maul. She was intentionally landing most in his lower abdomen and upper groin. She got an idea for a new target to hammer, but the buzzer went off before she could launch it.

Luke heard the buzzer, and almost burst into tears again. He’d managed to stay conscious by simply giving in to the pain. However, he didn’t know how many more of these he could take. Never mind the damage she was doing to him, but it was probably better to not think about that.

Sarah stood and turned about, bending and stretching her arms up behind her back. It gave Luke a phenomenal view of her glutes, hamstrings and calves. They were alluring and terrifying in equal measure. She waited until the buzzer sounded again, then pounced back over to Luke, this time standing by his ribs. She reached down and grabbed hold of his testicles with her right hand, and the left grabbed hold of the ropes securing his upper body. She then squeezed both and began lifting him off the ground.

Luke tried screaming, but it was totally muffled by the gag. He tried to keep his feet touching the floor to relieve some of the pressure, but she bent a bit at the knees, then heaved him up in a deadlift. Sarah had a firm grip on the rope and had the testicles in a crushing grasp. As she yanked him fully off the ground, Luke nearly blacked out from the torque on his nuts. She rotated her position as he came up to slam into her broad chest, and found his shoulder and hip resting on her for a moment. Sarah shifted her wrists to get under him, twisting his scrotum in the process, then pressed upwards. Luke was thrust above her head. Luckily for him, while her fingers were still crushing his balls, the lifting pressure was now her knuckles driving into his hip. She got him to full arm extension, then brought him back down to head height. Sarah exhaled, then pressed him up again. On the next rep down, she licked his exposed abdomen, causing Luke to twitch. She held him there for a moment, bit one of his abs fairly hard, then heaved him up overhead.

His testicles were being crushed and yanked all over the place, and it hurt like hell. As bad as that was, what really scared him is; What if she releases the hold on my chest? If she kept this strong of a grip on his balls, his own body weight would do the work. They’d be ripped clean off. Sarah held him pressed towards the ceiling until the buzzer went off. She lowered him to her chest, then without warning, dropped the hand holding his chest, causing Luke to tumble head over heels toward the mat. He freaked out, sure she was going to castrate him. However, she gave his hips a push and released his nuts, resulting in a painful, but fairly safe crash landing onto his back.

She knelt down next to him, rubbing her shoulder. “That’s called a lift and carry. Most guys pay a premium for that type of session.” Luke was only half listening, he had waves of pain coming from his abused manhood. “Course, I typically lift the thighs, not the balls. Honestly, I wasn't sure if that would work.” Luke’s eyes snapped up to her, fearful. “Meh, 50/50 that I just ripped everything clean off when I yanked you up.” She smiled at him, and gave his balls a couple of firm pats. “Guess we are both lucky that you’re one of the tough guys. We get to keep playing!”

The buzzer went off again. Sarah immediately sat down on Luke’s chest, facing his legs. “Ok, here’s another one some clients really like. It’s called face sitting. You should take a deep breath.” With that, she slid herself backwards, moving her scarlet covered, huge muscled ass towards Luke’s mouth and nose. Luke just saw a massive pair of red curves envelop his vision, then press down on him, crushing his nose between her butt cheeks. It was a bit uncomfortable, but nothing like the previous stuff. Of course, he couldn’t breathe at all, and she seemed to be gradually increasing the force she was sitting down with. Suddenly, he felt her hands snake under his shirt, finding their way to his nipples. Sarah was twisting one; flicking and teasing vigoursly on the other. Luke was surrounded by her presence, and gave in to her touch. He got very hard, and surprisingly quickly. He shifted his hips, pressing towards her, hoping she would notice.

Sarah had been waiting for that reaction. Once Luke started pressing up towards her, she slipped one hand out from his shirt. She leaned back more firmly on his face, making sure he couldn’t get any air, then made a fist and hammered it down, driving the erection back onto itself. He bucked under the blow, as she’d nearly snapped it off. He desperately tried to throw her off, but Sarah rode him, keeping him pinned under her ass. The buzzer went off, and she shifted forward, enough to let him breathe.

Luke was incoherent with pain and desperately sucked wind through his nostrils. He still could only see dark red, tightly pressed textured patterns all around him. Sarah started bobbing her ass up and down, and started in with rubbing his nipples again. Unlike the testicle shots, this one had been a stinging pain, but was fading pretty quickly. Also, there was something about Sarah, it was animalistic, triggering his hindbrain. He wanted her, more than anyone he’d ever been with. He drew in her scent again and combined with the bobbing motion and her fingers, he started to grow again despite realizing what a terrible idea that was. The buzzer went off, and a wall of scarlet glutes crashed onto his face again, driving him back down to the mat and suffocating him.

Sarah couldn’t believe he’d gotten hard again that quickly. Boy must be a slow learner, or he’s got it bad for me. She grabbed hold of his shaft with her left hand, and gently pulsed her fingers up and down, causing Luke’s erection to lengthen and grow thicker. Once she judged he was primed up, she swung her right hand in an overhead blow, this time striking the head of his cock with a vicious open handed slap. Sandwiching down until she hit her own knuckles near the base of the shaft. This basically flattened out the top half of his penis entirely.

Luke reacted as if he’d been struck by lightning. He contorted wildly under the impact, bucking uncontrollably. Sarah was momentarily dislodged, as Luke tried to roll over. She kept a tight grip on his cock, and grabbed hold of his testicles with the other hand, then slammed her ass back down over his face. She rode him like a wild bull. The buzzer went off again, but she ignored it, determined to break this steer and ride him into the ground. He was thrashing madly under her, trying to break free. He nearly got loose, but she tightened up her grip with both hands on his balls and squeezed with all her strength. Her forearms popped, as the veins began to protrude from the power she was exerting.

Luke was out of his mind. He’d been going wild with desire, then sheer agony erupted. Fear immediately took over. “She broke me, she broke me!!” kept raging though his thoughts, and he flung about desperate to get her off. He managed a quick break, and got some air, then a god awful pressure started to explode his testicles. He continued to thrash, but then that ass crashed back over him. Now he couldn’t breathe, and a giant metal vice was crushing his manhood, all of it. The terrible nausea came back, and there was no air. He just ran out of steam, the pain was draining all of his energy. She was squeezing the life out of him. He tried for one last push, but if anything, it just caused her to redouble her efforts. Luke became terribly dizzy, then went limp under her, not quite unconscious, but he felt as if he were on the outside of his body, looking down at it.

Sarah held on until he’d been reduced to a quivering pile of mewling flesh. She hadn’t felt anything pop or crack under her fingers, so she was fairly sure she hadn’t done any (additional) permanent damage, but she’d ridden the stallion to the ground. She turned around to face him, Luke had a dreamy look in his eyes, She’d broken his nose at some point in the tousle. It was bleeding pretty badly, and set at an odd angle.

She reached over for a bottle of water, and poured some onto him, and grabbed a towel to wipe off the blood. Luke was barely reacting. Sarah decided to take a bit of pity on her beaten down, almost gelding. She got a firm grip on his nose, and snapped it back into position. That jerked Luke back to full consciousness. It was an entirely novel pain experience, and not one he wanted to try again. He shook his head, and pleaded with his eyes for mercy. He pleaded with his voice as well, but “Ppsspp” was about all that slipped out past the rag.

Sarah looked over at her phone. She sighed. “Ok little man. You’ve got about two minutes to go for the hour. I don’t think you actually passed out there, so you’re still in the running.” She leaned over him, shaking her chest suggestively. “Do you still want to find out what’s hiding under here?”

Luke found himself mesmerized. He was still a bit out of it, his whole body was exhausted, and he had no idea how he’d get through the second hour, but damn it, he’d earned this reward. He wasn’t going to chicken out now. (He was also pretty sure that it wouldn’t have helped anyway). He looked up into her blue eyes and nodded firmly at Sarah.

“Cool! Ok, I’m going to show you my crew skills for the remaining time.” Sarah slipped down between his splayed out legs. She sat on her butt and grabbed hold of Luke’s ankles, facing him. She straightened out her legs, resting them on his stomach. Luke could see the calluses on the balls of her feet. There was a lot of training and power that went into creating those. Sarah slowly pulled her knees in towards her chest, pointing the heels directly at Luke’s fully exposed crotch. “Same deal as before, don’t pass out on me. You only need to hold out for a minute or two.” She flexed her toes and got a firm grasp on his legs.

“Oh shit!” Luke tried to scream out, realizing all at once what was about to happen, but the gag muffled it entirely. He kept his head raised in morbid fascination with his impending doom. Sarah pistoned out her left leg, slamming the heel directly into his balls. The pain was instantly blinding, he felt the impact, but then his balls were driven into the pelvis in a crushing sensation. Sarah kept shoving until she felt his body move away, then snapped the leg back to her chest.

The right leg thundered in, connecting with the other testicle, flattening it beneath her heel. Luke’s head slammed back to the mat, unable to support himself. Lefts and rights began hammering in, pulverizing his nuts into paste. Luke tried to find that out of body sensation he’d uncovered earlier, but no, it was just raw agony. Before the pain from one blow would recede, another callused foot was smashing into his poor balls. He could feel them deform from the force of the heel catching them against his pelvic bone, agony so great, it obliterated any rationality he had left.

“Twenty seconds!” Sarah called out with excitement. She pulled both legs up, and then drove them both in together. She pushed hard enough to begin shifting Luke’s body away from her, so she grabbed his legs and pulled him towards her, increasing the pressure. At least one testicle was completely flattened under her heels. Luke’s stomach couldn’t handle that. It tried to vomit, but there was nothing left to expel. Dry heaves wracked him.

Sarah bent at the knees and sat up momentarily, then threw herself backward, straightening out her legs in a rowing motion. This time, something exploded under the pressure. The buzzer goes off, Luke slams his head on the mat repeatedly, convulsing like a maniac. Only his upper body can thrash about, his legs and crotch are still firmly held in place by the Amazon.

Sarah smiles devilishly, and pulls herself back to a seated position. “Hear that Macho? Time’s up, don’t you just feel like a winner?” Luke isn’t paying any attention to her, lost in the crushing agony coming from between his legs.

“You can pass out now if you want to sweetie; I’m just going to finish off this set.” Sarah throws herself back into another stroke that would do any crew team proud. Her feet are pressed into the mangled remains of one testicle continuing to grind it to a pulp. On the third stroke (which she’s obnoxiously calling out with each pull), one of her heels slip, dragging the scrotum up across his crotch, stretching everything out. This finally allows Luke to mercifully slip into unconsciousness.
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