A Very Painful Bet - 4 - Rewards?

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Luke grogrily came back to consciousness. He awoke to a world of suffering. His vision focused on a cheap, inert ceiling light, then traveled to a heavy steel waste pipe running above the window to cracks in the popcorn ceiling texture. Blinking his eyes, he shifts his weight, trying to turn onto his side. Fire erupts from his groin. His hands immediately clutched between the legs. He curled up, trying feebly to protect himself. Moaning softly, he pulled his knees in; adopting a fetal position. Luke rocked back and forth, trying to quench the pain in his loins.

Details started to come back to him as he babbled. “My balls, my balls, oh gawwdd, my balls.” It occurred slowly to him; hands were free and the gag was gone. Luke felt awful, his stomach was pulsing, trying desperately to expel anything that was left inside. His shorts were sticky with some kind of fluid, he was too scared to look and see what color it was. He was grasping onto something the size and general shape of a large grapefruit where his testicles should be. Luke hurt all over, but the sheer agony in his groin was overpowering the other injuries.

“Finally.” a husky voice came from out of his field of view. Luke heard heavy footfalls coming from another room. ‘Sarah,” he said to himself. “Oh fuck.” The footsteps drew closer and then a large foot planted by his nose. He looked up, following the ankle, to a dark red, textured legging covering a powerfully muscled calf. He continued turning, slowly rotating onto his back (keeping his hands and knees covering his crotch) and followed the scarlet upward to a massively thick pair of thighs straddling his head. His gaze rose higher, taking in her waist, abs, chest, shoulders and eventually craning his neck back to see the Amazon’s beautiful face staring down at him. Her head was cocked slightly to the side, the blonde bangs obscuring one side of her face. Well defined forearms were crossed over her matching sports bra.

“Well Macho, a bit less of a, Man, a bet is a bet.” She smiled down at him. “Would you like to see what all this pain bought you?” Sarah flexed her arms, causing her chest to heave. A bead of sweat rolled down her abs, Luke watched it descend slowly, gathering speed and then falling off her tanned skin to drop onto his forehead. The tiny splash of fluid brought back a rush of memories; the bet, The Bet! He’d won, sorta, but he sure didn’t feel like it.

“Please..” He spoke from the floor. His voice cracked when he said it, an octave or two higher than it usually was. “Please, Sarah..” He panted, barely able to get the words out without dry heaving from the pain. “Very… much..”

She smirked at him, and took a couple of steps closer to his midsection. She knelt, lowering her body down until just above his torso. She ran her fingers over the bra. “You want me to take this off?”

Luke nodded, but it caused his reset nose to throb, and become dizzy.

“You are one lucky S.O.B., hope you realize that.” She said, as she brought her arms up, getting a grasp on the straps. Luke raised an eyebrow in a questioning expression. Sarah paused, keeping her arms in position, the biceps flexing. “I get DMs, emails and texts everyday from guys begging me to do this to them. They have assured me over and over again that they can handle much worse than what I’ve dealt out to you today.” She winked at him. “Of course, when the time comes to meet up in person, they all seem to be busy that day. Weird that so many scheduling conflicts come up when it’s time to put your balls on the line.”

Luke let out a wheezing chuckle. “They just don’t know what they are missing.” A throbbing burst of pain from his groin caused him to wince. “God, ow, ow, ow.” He clenched his teeth and blew out a breath. “...you’ve been so gentle with me.., can’t imagine why they’d have second thoughts.”

“I know right?” Sarah gave an intentionally girly, bubbly response. “I’m all sugar and spice.” with a rapid motion, she tugged the sports bra over her head, then bunched it over her chest. In a lower, more serious tone “Luke.. you really did earn this. I’ve had some clients that could take a beating, but nobody has let me just unload like you have.”

“Worth it.” he said quietly. “You’re worth all the pain and more.”

“Oh.. that’s sweet.” Sarah let her arms drop down to rest on Luke’s shoulders, the bra fell onto his torso in a pile. On display was a powerfully muscled chest, with sharply defined lines trailing down to meet her abdominal wall. She was an all natural bodybuilder, with breasts that were pert, firm and possessing a gentle curve at the outer edge, giving her a distinctly feminine appearance.

Luke gazed up in delight, savoring the details. She leaned over more, giving him a closer look. Her blonde locks fell in a curtain around her face. Luke’s initial thought was perfection, but as he took everything in, he noticed that one pink nipple was a bit larger than the other, and both were erect. That little difference, it meant something to him; a secret he’d learned that nobody else knew. It humanized Sarah as well, making her less of an avatar, more grounded, more personal. He felt an intense desire for her at that moment, so he brought one of his hands up, running his fingers over her tricep.

Sarah let him have a few seconds of gazing and caressing her, then leaned back firmly to sit on his belly, trapping his right arm under her, but allowing the left to continue roaming. “All the pain and more..” she mirrored his earlier statement. “That sounds like a challenge.” She brushed the hair back from her face and smiled at him. She reached into the pocket of her spandex, and fished out a hair elastic. She began pulling her hair into a ponytail and securing it with the band. Luke had a simply magnificent view and ran his hand over her abs, feeling each ridge as she tied things up. He trailed upwards, until the tip of his index finger was just an inch from her nipple. She didn’t bat his hand away, fully occupied with her hair. Very tentatively, he brushed her right breast, teasing it.

“That’s called a muscle worship session in the industry.” Sarah said calmly. “Some clients just want to admire, or be close to a powerful woman. It’s fairly easy money.” Luke took this as encouragement, and more firmly placed his palm fully around her breast, squeezing gently. It was pretty close to as unyielding as the rest of her body, but with just a bit of pliancy. He was engrossed by the sensation, it was the most erotic experience of his life.

Which is why he missed her eyes narrowing dangerously.

“Of course, I don’t do those kinds of sessions.” Sarah growled in a firm voice. Luke’s eyes snapped up to her face. “I do offer joint locks however.” Fast as lightning, she grabbed his fingers with one hand, slid her other arm under his elbow, and got hold of the wrist. She then twisted his fingers backward, and leaned forward, pressuring his arm to the floor. It torqued his wrist and elbow painfully. “This is a modified Kimora.” She loomed over him, completely in control, her thighs had clamped down on his torso, keeping his other hand pinned. “I can break your wrist with this, fuck up the elbow joint pretty good too if I push sideways.” Sarah slowly pulled in on the trapped limb, forcing it out and up at the same time. Luke was frantically tapping her inner thigh with his other hand, but she wasn’t having any of that. Sarah pushed him just a bit further, so that he was babbling with pain and tears started forming in his eyes.

“Do I have your attention now?” She hissed at him, practically nose to nose. Luke nodded, the agony kept him from speaking coherently. “I’m. On. The. Clock.” She pulsed the pressure on his wrist with each word. “I told you, at the end of this second hour, I’ll be a regular citizen, and you can try your luck with flirting, but until then what we agreed to, no more, no less.” She relaxed her grip slightly, but didn’t release the hold. Luke bobbed his head in agreement, unable to vocalize. “I’m a professional ass kicker, and you were very clear beforehand..” her face softened a bit “…that you valued my professionalism above all else.”

Luke managed to find his voice. “Very clear… …Very professional.” He tried to smile at her, it came out more as a grimace. “My fault, I got carried away by the moment.”

Sarah chuckled a bit. “Honestly? I’m kind of surprised you can even have those impulses right now. I thought I’d beaten all that out of you.”

“Not entirely.” Luke blushed, “You are magnificently sexy.” She started to tighten her grip again, but he blurted “In a totally professional and platonic way!! Please!!!!” Sarah thought about it for a moment, gave him a massive squeeze with her legs and released the hold, resting her elbows on his chest.

“Well, let’s keep you out of trouble for the next…” She glanced over to her phone “...fifty two minutes. Now, I know you mostly wanted a ballbusting session, but I don’t think you can survive that long doing just that.”

“Fuck no.” Luke agreed. “I’m perfectly fine with calling it a day on the busting.”

“Well, that’s not happening.” Sarah said bluntly. “I never get the chance to fully unload on a pair of nuts, and I’ve got some new techniques to try out that nobody has let me do to them.” Luke went to speak, but she clamped a hand over his mouth. “However, I’m going to save that for a bit, you are really swollen and need a bit of time to recover.” Luke let out a sigh of relief.

“Let’s see, I offer trampling, grappling, bondage wrestling, and a bunch of other stuff. We can kill twenty minutes or so trying out a few of those before I bring the pain.” She nodded, thinking about it. “Tell you what, dealer’s choice for the next one, it’s on the house.”

Luke would typically have taken grappling; where he might have had a chance, but he was weak as a kitten right now. Bondage wrestling, whatever that was, sounded just as exhausting. The idea of getting trampled by a six foot tall, two hundred pound woman wasn’t his idea of easy street, but at least he could stay on the ground and rest up. He knew better than to ask for some other option, this sadist had an unholy fascination with testicles. “What’s involved with trampling?”

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Ten minutes later, a completely battered and flatter Luke, covered from head to toe in size 11 bruises, was quite well acquainted with the ancient art of trampling. He’d decided that all things being equal, he could have done without knowing what was involved, particularly when she’d stood on his head and posed for the camera. She really enjoyed hamming it up for the pictures.

Sarah handed him a bottle of water, and went back into the bedroom. Luke took a drink, realized he was terribly thirsty and slurped the rest down. Sarah reappeared a few moments later, and dropped a collection of ropes to the mats. Luke looked up at her questioningly.

“My pick this time, and I’m going with bondage wrestling, it’s one of my favorites.” She actually bounded up and down on the balls of her feet and clapped her hands together. “Rules are simple, it’s roman greco wrestling, but instead of pins, you win by tying up your opponent.”

“How do you tie someone up while you are wrestling them?” Luke asked, raising an eyebrow at the ropes scattered around the mats. “It’s hard enough to pin someone’s shoulders to the mat, no way you can keep someone still long enough to get them tied up.”

“Oh it’s doable. Typically, you start easy, elbows behind the back first, or maybe one limb, but once you get going, it’s hog-tie city pretty fast.” She twirled a rope with her toes and smiled at him.

“Is that how the match ends? With the other person bound and totally helpless?” He asked.

“Yep!” She flexed her biceps at him. “And I’m so nice to you, I’m going to offer you another sweet treat to make sure you try your best.”

“Oh?” Luke said with a mix of hope and trepidation.

“Whoever wins, they can keep the other person tied up for as long as they like and do what they want for the remaining time.”

“So, if I win, I could just leave you trussed up until the clock runs down on the session?”

Sarah nodded at him.

“...No more ballbusting..” Luke whispered to himself. Sarah caught it.

“You could even leave me tied up after the hour is over, and see what happens…” she whispered seductively. She flexed her chest at him, the sports bra had yet to re-appear, so she was distractingly topless. Sarah went down on her knees and crossed her arms behind her, holding onto her ankles. She arched her back in pose right out of a pin up calendar.

“Anything I want?” He asked, his voice a bit husky with desire. She nodded coquettishly. She even did a little turn away from him, to show off her shoulders flexing and biceps pressed together.

Luke saw what might be his best opportunity to survive the hour. With a burst of adrenaline, he snatched two ropes from the floor and flung himself at Sarah in a driving tackle before she turned around. Luke connected with all the force he could muster, it felt like he’d collided with a wall, but with her off balance, he toppled her to the mat. He’d spread the rope out between his outstretched arms when he connected, and as they went down, he looped it around her arms and torso. Sarah had the wind knocked out of her, and Luke quickly slipped the rope around her several times. He had her face down, and took the other rope and began securing her wrists before she could fight back. “This is going well so far,” he said to himself.

Sarah for her part, had been baiting him into attacking, but she had been caught off guard by how fast and hard he’d connected. It wasn’t anywhere near enough to do any real damage, but she decided to give him some hope before ripping it all away. She grunted and strained against the wrist rope, ensuring that Luke couldn’t tie it very tightly., but it would look firm from his perspective.

Luke finished tying the wrists up, feeling the knot as secure and having little give. “Ok, step one done.” He went fishing around for another rope and started looping it around her thighs. She was kicking about pretty wildly, but he managed to get three passes around her, holding onto the loose end to try and keep them pinned together. If he could just secure the nylon rope, he’d be in good shape to get her ankles locked down.

Sarah had managed to roll onto her back while Luke had been trying to entwine her legs. She waited for him to start getting close enough to tie the knot. He leaned in to loop the rope and she struck like a viper. Her telephone pole thick thighs suddenly surged with muscle and she forced her legs apart, pulling the loose ends out of his grip from the pressure. She swung her right leg up high over his head and shoulders, then clamped down with bear trap force. The bridge cable hamstring crashed down onto Luke’s upper back, driving him down towards the waiting left quad. He lost his balance and threw out his right hand to catch himself. Sarah closed the vice of her inner thighs on his chest, trapping his left arm and upper body between them. She crossed her ankles and started scissoring his torso with enough force to crack a watermelon.

Luke wasn’t sure what had just happened. He’d been in control, and then he wasn't. “How had that.. GAHAAHGAHGAAGH” His ribs creaked under the pressure he was under. All the air was driven out of his lungs, and he grasped at Sarah’s feet with his free hand, trying to dislodge the hold.

Sarah was in total control now; she gave him another powerful squeeze to keep Luke occupied, and worked the ropes off her wrists fairly quickly. She flexed her chest out, then shrugged her shoulders, shifting the rope across her chest upwards and loosening it. She took the rope from her wrist and sat up, applying a bit more torque to his ribs. Luke’s free hand flopped closer to her torso, tapping submission on the mats. Sarah got hold of it, and wrenched it behind his back, over the top of her thigh.

Luke was now in a panic. He couldn’t breathe properly and who the hell had grabbed his wrist? Sarah was tied up.. Crap. His arm was bent out of position over that massive leg of hers, and the angle was all wrong for him to overpower her. He felt the nylon rope slip over his right elbow and cinch tight. Then it snaked around his left elbow, back around the right and a god awful powerful tug pulled them together. “Shit, shit shit!” He tried to force them apart, but she just kept on the pressure, and continued methodically tying them together, pass after pass.

Sarah took a good look at her handiwork and decided it was ship shape around the elbows. She relaxed the scissor grip a bit and shifted, getting hold of the trapped left hand, and yanking it out from between her thighs. She then clamped down on his ribs again to keep him distracted. She took the rope off her chest, calmly straightened it out, and began a complicated bondage on his wrist. She wrapped around the outside of both wrists four times, then started snaking the rope between his wrists, tying the rope loops, continuing the circling motion until each wrist was separated from the other by the intervening rope and completely pinned against the outer coils. She tied off the slack where he couldn’t reach it, then released the body scissor.

Luke flopped to the ground as she opened her legs, sucking big gulps of air. Sarah took up another length of nylon, and kicked Luke over onto his belly. She straddled his legs with hers, and she forced them together by simply squeezing her inner thighs. Sarah’s legs were almost twice the circumference of his, and probably three or four times stronger. She bound his ankles as she had the wrists. “So like I was saying, before you decided to act like a big ol’e cheater. It doesn’t take long to finish a hogtie.” She took another rope up from the mat and fed it between his ankles in a u-shape, then took the loose ends and wrapped it around the ties at his elbows.

“This is going to hurt a bit.” She said conversationally. She planted one giant bare foot between his shoulder blades, took hold of the rope connected to his ankles and HEAVED!!. Luke’s feet were bent back at the knees, and then his thighs were lifted off the ground as she continued pulling. Sarah got his feet bent backwards to the point where they were nearly touching his elbows, then began rapidly passing the rope between the ankle and elbow ties. After six or seven passes, she knotted it off, then released the pressure. Luke’s legs tried to straighten and pulled him like a strung bow, with his chest and thighs lifted off the mat. He had a dumbfounded and pained expression, still unsure how she’d gotten loose so quickly.

Sarah rolled over to the dresser and retrieved her phone. She took a couple of pictures, laughing uproariously. “Oh… giggle, snort.. oh gawd. The look on your face. Bawahahahah!” She actually fell onto her butt for a moment, slapping her feet onto the mat as she tried to get it under control. “You thought.. Heheheh.. You thought you were going to win? That’s so fucking adorable.”

Luke was humiliated and also in a lot of discomfort. This position was wrenching his back, something fierce, and it was hard to keep his balance. Sarah laughing at him wasn’t adding anything to his fun either, but at least she wasn’t beating on him.

“Ok Luke, I win, so now I get to do whatever the hell I want.” Sarah said, getting back to her feet.

Luke, being desperate, tries to stall for time. “Well if I get out of this, then you haven’t won.”

Sarah gave him a small, pitying look and shrugged her shoulders, causing the muscles to ripple all the way down her frame. “Sure, well you work on that. In the meantime, I’ll do whatever THE. FUCK. I. WANT…” She thundered into his face “until you get free, mister rules lawyer. You’re tied up and as long as you stay that way, your balls are mine.” With that, she squatted down, grabbed hold of his shoulder and flipped him onto his back, or more accurately his shoulders and knees. Luke’s swollen sack was the summit of mount macho man.

“Oh damn, this is going to be one for the ages. I’ve always wanted to do this.” Sarah set her phone to record video from a good spot, then strolled back over to Luke’s helplessly bound body. She planted one foot on his testicles and struck a Captain Morgan pose to the camera. Then a double bicep curl. She wasn’t pressing down too hard on him, but the position was still painful.

Sarah then straddled Luke, splaying her monster calves on each side of his head. She ran her hand over his swollen balls. “Wet” she commented to herself. She paused for a moment, then stepped away. Luke could hear her gathering items off the floor, but couldnt see what she had picked up. A towel was applied over Luke’s scrotum and rubbed vigorously. Then Sarah squatted down, right in his field of view. The white towel wasn’t bloody thank god, but it was sticky?

“Gross” she commented. “Think I broke something when we played earlier, you're leaking.” Luke freaked out at that revelation and started struggling hard to free himself. “Ok lover boy, this might get noisy, so...” She took the very sticky towel and jammed it into his mouth before he could reply, and secured it again with a spare piece of rope. It tasted salty. Fully gagged now, Luke could only watch in horror as Sarah once again took up a position straddling his head. He couldn’t quite see what she was doing, but he felt it when she got a firm grip on the base of his scrotum through the bike shorts. First one hand, then the other, they choked up on his manhood, making him very uncomfortable. He saw the scarlet clad legs bend at the knees. Her toes splayed out wide to get a good footing. Just as the calves and quads begin to flex and strain, he understood, in mind shattering terror, what she was about to do to him. The pain erupted about a half second later…

Sarah had to get a really good grasp to pull this one off. She double checked that the phone would catch everything, planted her feet as she always does for a deadlift, and dug in as deep as she could below the testicles, so her hands were wrapped around everything. She couldn’t let it slip out, which would be the trickiest part. She squatted, tightened up on his ball sack until it was pressed into a water balloon above her fists and proceeded to lift this, soon to be eunuch, clean off the ground by his nuts.

She knew she had to take it slow and careful. If she yanked too hard, he’d either slip out of her fingers, or the scrotum would just tear free from the body. Do it just right though, and she could keep this stupid bastard hanging for quite a while. She took her time on the lift and once he was airborne, got him swinging like an oversized kettlebell.

Luke on the receiving end went crazy. He’d never experienced something this excruciating. Instead of getting pummeled or crushed, his balls were being stretched. It was a whole new kind of awful. He tried to trash about, but she’d tied him so tightly, he couldn’t accomplish much other than shaking his head violently, and the gag kept him from screaming. He’d never felt so utterly helpless. She could do anything to him at this point, and there was nothing, nothing he could do about it. Then there was a godawful sensation of his balls popping out of a bottle, and he crashed to the ground.

“Dang it!” Sarah said in exasperation above him. She was looking at her hands. They were slippery with more fluid and she’d lost her grip. Luke panted under her, twitching as much as possible, but it was very limited. She casually placed one of her callused feet on this side of his head, pushing him down into the mat as she looked around the hotel room. She had an idea when she saw the heavy pipe running along the ceiling.

Sarah removed her foot and disappeared from Luke’s range of vision. Getting pulled like that had sucked, but wasn’t as bad as it could have been, he was sure. Once he got his breathing under control, he struggled with his bonds, trying to get free, but she’d really tied him up well. He could barely move a muscle. He heard her approaching footsteps, and then his shorts were tugged down towards his thighs. He felt cool air on his cock and balls, but couldn’t see what was happening. All he could make out was one of Sarah’s legs, squatting at the edge of his vision. Then something smooth and braided wrapped around the base of his manhood.

Sarah had selected one of the longer ropes, and starting roughly in the middle, she snaked it around Luke’s exposed package. She pulled it tight, then looped around again and again, until both his cock and balls were fully pressed by the rope, trapping everything in place and making them swell. She tied it off tightly and took up the long remainder of the rope, maybe ten feet long for each piece. Just for the hell of it, she whipped his balls with the end of the rope. Luke bucked under the impact, but it was barely visible motion. He really couldn’t move much and wasn’t making progress on getting loose. “Ok Macho Man, time for you to get a better view of the room.” She clutched the rope and began dragging him towards the window by his balls.

Luke was in animal panic mode. As she started to drag him across the mats, he freaked out. The pain was inhumane torture, and he felt his whole manhood being pulled further and further out. From his perspective, it must have taken an hour to go about six feet to the window. Finally, the pressure stopped on his nuts, though the rope was still very tightly bound around them. He panted through the gag, barely paying any attention to his surroundings.

Sarah meanwhile was taking the loose ends of the rope and tossing them over the steel pipe she’d spotted earlier. She got both ends looped and began pulling in the slack, wrapping the excess around her arm as she went. Eventually, she got to the point where as she was pulling down, Luke’s package was being pulled up towards the pipe. She kept it there and decided that now would be a good time to make up for the cheap shot Luke had taken at the beginning of the match.

“So, here’s a fun fact.” She squatted down next to Luke, making sure that his line of sight was completely enveloped by her. “Back in the old days, a fairly common punishment for sex crimes was castration.” She flexed the arm holding the ropes, tugging painfully at Luke’s balls. “Do you know what a standard technique was to do that?”

Luke had tears in his eyes as he shook his head. He was screaming “No!! Please!!”, but it just came out as “nnn pllss” in little more than a whisper. The pull on his balls was very painful.

“No?” Sarah made a tsk, tsk sound and clucked her tongue. “Well, they would hold the man down and tie a rope around his balls, or cock, or both” She pulled a bit harder, lifting Luke up off his side. “Then a few of the ladies, or a horse would grab the other end of the rope…” She stood up and put her other hand on the rope, pulling slowly, but inexorably until Luke’s shoulders and knees were on the ground, his bound package at the highest point. Luke could now see the rope trailing over the pipe in the ceiling and continued following it until it came to rest in Sarah’s powerful grip. “..and they would just yank really fucking hard..”

Sarah at this point took a step back and leaned away from Luke, dragging the rope in a tug of war. This was a magnificent pose, showing off virtually every muscle group. Luke swore with the light coming in off the window, that he was staring at an Amazon, or a Demi-goddess. Then her biceps swelled, and Luke’s knees came off the floor. “...and everything would just pop off.”

She choked up her grip, so far his weight wasn’t giving her any real issue holding it steady. “Personally, I think that’s too quick and easy.” She pulled again, dragging his package up another few inches. Luke’s shoulders came off the mat, leaving just the top of his head brushing against it.

PAIN. PAIN. PAIN - thundered through Luke’s thoughts. He was upside down, only able to see the toes of his torturer. He pulled against his bonds with everything he had. He could feel his balls being crushed by his own body weight, but he was helpless, utterly useless. At least his head was taking a bit of the pressure he thought.

Sarah waited for a few moments, letting her condemned prisoner have enough time to realize how bad this situation already was; cause then she’d make it so much worse. She tapped her foot to get his attention once the convulsions slowed down. “I said, I think that’s too easy. Instead, I like the slow method of castrating some dumb fucker who ambushes women without warning.” With that she took another small step back, and leaned further away from Luke, pulling the rope, which lifted the balls, taking his head off the floor. He started to swing gently. .

“Ambushes?” Luke had a moment to remember tackling her, and then he was airborne. The pressure on his testicles was increased twofold, and vertigo and nausea kicked into overdrive. Blood rushed into his brain. The pain was god awful, but not as bad as some of the previous stuff that had been done to him (particularly the boots). Then he hit the end of his swing, and the pain came at him from a whole different angle, crushing as well as pulling. He nearly blacked out before getting it under control.

Sarah gave it a few moments to make sure his balls didn’t just rip free of his body. “See the trick to this is being patient. I think this used to be called ‘stringing the bastard up by his balls’.” She saw his motion settle down and began pulling on the rope, slowly raising him up like a piece of meat.

Luke tried to calm himself. The pain wasn’t as bad as it could be, he guessed, because his balls were just so swollen, they were cushioning some of the crushing force of the rope. He tried to focus on what Sarah was saying, and with the blood rush, he was getting distracted by the lovely view of her legs.

“You have to take your time.” she continued “so many things can go wrong.” She tightened her grip and pulled him up another foot. She was starting to sweat pretty badly. “If I pull too fast, you break. If you get to spinning, well..” She choked up her grip and pulled again, bringing Luke up to her waist. “. probably better not to think about that too much.” She grinned at him and whispered “wringing out a wet dish rag would be the best description, ouch.”

Luke could see her abs coming into view. They glistened with perspiration and flexed, taking some of the weight. Goddamn, he thought to himself, that is one hell of a woman. Who is about to castrate me. What is wrong with me??

“If I get it exactly right, we can leave you hanging there, and gravity will eventually crush everything into a paste.” She pulled again, getting his eyes to chest height. Luke was suitably distracted by the sight and lost track of what she was saying for a moment. He was getting pretty high off the ground.

“How’s the view?” She asked. She walked slowly closer to Luke, moving her grip up the rope as she approached. She pressed within inches of Luke’s nose with her breasts.She smelled incredible to him. Then another pull and he was brought up to eye level with Sarah. “Eye’s up here bitch.”

“Now from here, this is where it gets really tricky.” Luke was now the better part of six feet above the floor, the top of his balls were only a few inches from the pipe. “If my grip were to slip, you’re high enough that I think you’d land on your head and break your neck.” She leaned forward and nibbled at his shoulder in a playful bite. Damn, she was so distracting, Luke thought to himself.

“Or if I caught the rope quickly, I think your momentum and gravity would do the rest of the work anyway. We’d be doing the quick castration method, and you’d probably still break your head, so don’t move around too much.” Luke could tell she was straining to keep his weight held firm. Her shoulders were shaking a bit, very sexy, sweaty shoulders, damn it focus! He thought to himself.

“But, since I do have a land shark, let’s take a photo for posterity.” She tightened the rope in her right hand and turned towards her phone, striking a bicep pose with the left. Luke glanced about and saw where the phone was. “Smile for the camera.” He just grunted in a daze.

Sarah turned back to him and smirked. Her left hand ran over his chest, slipping under his bunched up shirt to find his nipple. She played with it for a moment. “I hope you are enjoying this? Appreciating all the hard work and care I’m putting into you?” Luke attempted to nod without really moving much. He really didn’t want to upset anything and his head felt funny.

Sarah sighed. “I should really set you back down, this is a more difficult lat pull than I thought. Usually with cable rows is up and down, not just up and hold. I’ve got other plans for the time we have left, and we’ve gotten a photo for the ages.” She squeezed his nipple hard. “However, I owe you for the grope earlier, there’s no one free rule here” she snarled and gave his chest a shove.

Luke began swinging away from her, the pain amped up immediately. As he got to end of the arc, the pressure on the rope started to really tear into him. White hot pain and a terrifying ripping sensation started to build. He swang back, face first towards Sarah, agony tearing through his balls and she leaned back a bit to get out of his way.

Luke saw it happen in slow motion at point blank range.

Sarah’s right arm trembled from the pressure, sweaty palms glistening.
He hears “Oh Shit!”

The rope slips out of her grasp

It’s moving upwards towards the pipe.

Luke’s stomach gives a lurch, as the pressure on his balls is released

He begins to fall, bound tight and helpless to stop it.

Sarah is snapping her hands towards the rope, clutching to grab it

Screaming in terror, Luke’s body begins to accelerate towards the ground.

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[finale is here](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1334wga/a_very_painful_bet_5_fallout/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)