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All fiction. All adults. This is all for now. But I do have some continuation ideas.
Day 4 Part 2 “You're always winning honey.” With that she slipped over a blindfold and his world went dark.
He listened to Emma's footsteps and started trying to visualise each of their locations in the space behind him. He could hear the breathy whisper of mostly non verbal communication.
Then it happened. The kick Chrissy had been lining up finally launched. Jared wished he could have seen it. He was certain it was a thing of beauty. The hard black leather colliding first with his balls, then the sharp pointed toe arriving in his soft undercarriage a split second before his balls were crushed between boot and pelvis.
There was so much pain. It was such a hard kick. He was wrenching on his bonds and crying out in pain. His brain registered the words “Chrissy, 10” as his contribution to the game but he was a long way off having the composure to say it.
Before he could seek out such composure though there was more incoming. He felt the kick land and land and land. Three kicks in quick succession. Nowhere near as hard as the first but brutally accurate and with no time between. The accumulation of force and damage built a wave of pain that utterly drowned him.
Once his panting and guttural groans subsided he could hear their clamour of enjoyment behind him. The clap of a high five and the sound of footwear trading positions.
“Oh my god Miss P, that felt incredible. Can I go again.” Chrissy's voice was ragged with the heavy breathing of arousal.
“One moment, dear, what was the score on round one?” Emma asked.
Jared couldn't quite square what just happened within the confines of the game as described to him, but he did his best.
“Uhh. Chrissy with the first kick, a 10. Emma with 3 follow up kicks at like a cumulative 10 but maybe 7 or 8 individually.”
“Great job Chrissy, you get a free hit with whatever you want before we kick him again.”
No one had explained this part of the game to him. Jared began to suspect that the rules of this game weren't of much interest to the people enforcing them.
“Oh yeah right, uhh, can I have a go with the wooden spoon, it looks like the perfect size.” Chrissy asked.
“Be my guest darling.” Emma answered with a lascivious drawl.
Jared heard shuffling and then a presence near him. It occurred to him that Chrissy was probably knelt down just behind him. He felt awfully embarrassed with her pretty face so close to his ugly end. He could feel himself trembling. The pain and strain reflecting in flicking muscles.
Chrissy used her left hand to feel up his balls a bit. Emma had told her to keep an eye out for lumps and ruptures. Plus it gave her an excuse to give them some rough investigation; she enjoyed the way Jared flinched and groaned but she finished up and left them hanging just so.
She lined up her shot a few times. She wasn't going to let an opportunity like this go to waste. How often was she going to have a guy completely exposed like this while his girlfriend encouraged her to destroy him?
When the flat side of the spoon collided with his dangling balls it made a sound unlike any other. A squishy splat noise reverberated around the room as his balls swung and jiggled like a couple of speed bags.
The pain was insane. It was so intense Jared briefly suspected he might pass out. The kicks had been brutal but this was in a completely different register. Sharper, more acute, more targeted. Like the collision has set off electric charges inside his balls.
“HIIIYYYAAAOOUUU!” he howled in a long continuous stream of expressed pain.
“Miss P! You absolutely have to try this! Look at them, they're still jiggling!” Chrissy declared joyously with her eyes locked on his balls.
Chrissy was close enough that he could feel her breath on his skin. The vision of her pretty mouth leering with sadistic intent inches from his balls was enough to keep his dick hard even as the pain drove him crazy.
“I'm sure I will. But I'll stick to the rules of the game for now. Have to be fair to Jared don't we?” She said, unable to keep a straight face.
“Yeah you're right. But can I have one more hit, I just want to make sure I'm doing it right. You can really swing through the balls because there's nothing behind them.” She was speaking with passionate enthusiasm. Alive in the moment and savouring every aspect of it.
“Of course you can. I'm sure Jared will be good enough to ask, won't you?” Emma seemed to be enjoying orchestrating Jared’s participation in his own destruction.
With the pain of it fresh in his mind the requirement to ask for another was psychologically devastating. It was one thing to accept the feast of suffering he’d invited but it was much more difficult to actively request another instance of the worst thing he’d ever felt.
“Please Chrissy..” the words caught in his throat as the fresh memory of terrible pain flashed through his being. “..please hit me with the spoon again.”
Chrissy bristled with positive energy. Emma was thoroughly enjoying the view of her tits jiggling as she vibrated. She wished there was a camera setup to capture the evening. A shame that Jared couldn't see this.
Again Chrissy started by groping his balls a bit, notionally inspecting them for damage but mostly confirming for herself their tenderness. Again she lined her shot up a few times. And again she swung, this time making sure she fully followed through the arc beyond his balls.
The noise took on new characteristics. Like a thunder clap of wood and meat. Jared was howling again, his whole body shaking with pain. Chrissy had leapt up from her knees to celebrate her success with Emma. Their black and white ensembles mashing together with a beautiful pressing of boobs and hands on hips.
Jared was certain he heard them share a kiss but no matter how far he strained his neck his eyes saw nothing but the blindfold. His mind raced with fantasies of them delighting in each other's sex. Any notion of jealousy was drowned in the epic swell of arousal he felt at the thought of being the fulcrum for their sapphic splendor. The thought of it was soothing his sore, trembling, exposed body. Helping him regain some composure.
Without warning the kicks started flying. One after another, from left and right, catching clean and missing rough, full force and playful taps. It was an avalanche of action and he was screaming before he knew it, flailing his arms to the small extent his bondage allowed.
The kicking stopped a short while before the cacophony of his screaming died back to levels at which normal speech could be heard.
“Score please.” Emma spoke into the room but Jared couldn't take in anything beyond his pain and desperation. The agony of his stress position seemed infinitely worse for all his thrashing within it.
“Ahem! Score please!” She reiterated. Slapping his ass with her open palm for emphasis.
“Uhh, uhm.” Jared was panicked. He had no idea. He couldn't even begin to count what had just happened. So he started replaying the memory of the pain in his brain. Pouring over this very recent trauma, conjuring a mental image to fit the barrage of sensations he’d just recorded.
“First 4, Emma, ranged between 7 and 9. Next 2 from Chrissy, a 10 and a 4..”
“A four!” Chrissy interjected with some outrage.
“It was kind of a glancing blow, mostly got me in the taint, now that hurt like hell as well but for ball pain..”
Chrissy interrupted him again but this time with a kick, definitely a 10.
“Arrrghguyer! Oh jesus. Oh fuck. Oh shit.” Jared panted and cried into the table.
“Sorry, I didn't want you to miss out on anything.” Chrissy said as she strutted around triumphantly.
“Keep going dear, I'm sure you've got more to score.” Emma said soothingly as she stroked his back.
But Jared was more confused and desperate now than ever. Trying to keep it together.
“Ugh. Oh god. Uhm. So it was 4 from Emma, between 7 and 9. 2 from Chrissy, both 10s..”
“Damn straight!” She chimed.
“and I think.. I think it was 2 from Emma, maybe 6s and then 3 fast 7s from Chrissy. 2 7s from Emma and a 10 from Chrissy.” Jared rolled through it quickly before the memory faded.
“Buzt! Wrong. The 2 7s were from Chrissy and the 10 was from me dear. We switched sides.” Emma lied. The most important thing about a game, was that everyone had a good time.
“Oh..” Jared spoke but had nothing to offer.
“You know what that means, don't you?” Emma asked, running her hand slowly up and down his back.
“Something bad?” Jared aimed for levity.
“Not at all darling. It just means that you get those kicks again. To make sure you get to fully appreciate those kicks in their proper context.”
Before he knew it Chrissy was kicking him. 3 times, not her hardest shots ever but rising in intensity with each kick. His balls felt mangled. It didn't seem at all plausible to him that they were okay. But Emma was just getting herself ready.
“My turn. Chrissy, be a dear and take his blindfold off. There's a mirror on the counter as well, can you hold it for him so he has a view. I think he's earned a show.”
“Absolutely Miss P.” Chrissy hopped right to it.
Jared was treated to quite a magnificent viewing experience. The gorgeous girl in front holding a mirror just below her majestic bosom and the mirror itself giving him a clear look at his sexy girlfriend in her epic outfit.
Most of all he was drawn to her eyes. Making as much contact as the mirror allowed he was absolutely lost in them. She looked supremely powerful and serene in her passion. He felt like she was letting him know he was in for something special.
Indeed, it was special. He realised he'd have to refine his scale, all the 10s he'd given Chrissy paled in comparison. He'd thought Chrissy was just the harder, more accurate kicker and it had never occurred to him that his beloved girlfriend had been taking it easy on him. Jesus, all this and she'd been pulling her punches.
He didn't even scream. He just sort of became the speaker for his body and his body needed to express its distress. The sound he was making filled the frequency spectrum and echoed around the room.
“I think we can say I won that round, what do you think?”
“Absolutely Miss P. That one was special, I could feel it over here. And damn, the look on his face.” Closing her eyes to savour the fresh memory she shuddered attractively. She luxuriated in the moment for a beat before snapping back to reality.
“Do you think.. Well, would it be okay if I took a video? Of your bonus hit? The camera on my phone is pretty good. Can you imagine getting this in slow motion? Obviously.. not right now.” She blurted in a series of run-on sentences.
“Of crouse you can darling. Honestly, what a fantastic idea. I think we’ll all enjoy having something to remember the evening by.” Emma spoke while sauntering off to the chair they’d dumped the toys onto.
“Do you want the spoon?” Chrissy called out.
“I'll leave the spoon for now.” She said as she found what she was looking for. “I’m going to use this.” She spoke slowly, giving each word room to breath and finishing with a husky sigh. “I’ve been thinking about using this all day.”
Chrissy worked the mirror to make sure Jared could see Emma swishing a short rattan cane around behind him and was rewarded for doing so by the shock of fear in his eyes.
“Can you check his balls for me first? I did promise to keep an eye out for damage.” Emma said as she practiced bending her knee to get to the appropriate slashing angle. .
“Sure thing!” Chrissy put the mirror down and demonstrated her skills in high heels by prancing quickly into position. Using both hands to hold, press and probe his incredibly tender balls.
“Oh wow, they're much bigger now. Definitely some swelling.” Chrissy reported from the front lines.
“Any noticeable lumps?” Emma asked as progressed to full force practice swings.
“Definitely Lumpy. They feel like a bag of lumps.” Chrissy reported as she took some of gristly lumps between thumb and forefinger.
“Are they lumps on the actual balls or lumps around the sack.” Another swish of the cane through the air.
“Definitely lumps around the sack.” She took each orb into the fingers of each hand and conducted a detailed sweep with her sensitive finger tips. “The balls are clear, no lumps, no ridges, no ruptures.” There was quite a bit of surprise in Chrissy's voice as she completed her diagnostic.
Jared felt like he ought to have some say in the question of how ready for more abuse his testicles were, but he appreciated that Emma was at least keeping tabs on the situation down there.
“Perfect.” Emma said with sex laden breathiness. “That's absolutely..” Swish. “..perfect.” Swish. “And yes, please do take a video, if you don't mind.”
Emma took a walk down the side of the table and tapped the cane just in front of Jared's face. Leaning down to whisper in his ear.
“Remember darling, you can tap out at any time.” Reassurance and warmth in her voice.
Jared didn't really want to know that he could tap out. Like Renko’s gun, the presence of the option changed how the problem was engaged with.
“As long as you two are having fun,” he croaked. “I’m good.” Saying it was a relief to Jared. As if the act of externalising his consent made him more able to tolerate the escalating brutality.
Emma's face burst as he spoke. Gushing with love and bemusement.
“Be very careful talking like that dear.” Emma whispered low in his ear before lifting away from him. “I'm having the time of my life.” turning to Chrissy and flashing her a beaming smile.
Chrissy was picking her spot and evaluating the environment for lighting potential. Emma’s smile turned to bemused laughter as Chrissy began high heeled prancing over to the light switch to test out various combinations.
While Chrissy fussed, Emma got herself into position. With the cane in her right hand she stood to Jared's left. Tossing her hair back and adjusting her garter before flexing at the knee to line up her shot.
Chrissy stood further back to Jared’s right. Holding the camera slightly above her head and angling down to make sure that every inch of Emma was in shot and Jared’s face was visible over his shoulder.
“Camera is rolling.” Chrissy reported.
“Ok, I'm gonna give a little love tap to start, just to make sure I've got my aim and eye in, then the real deal.
Chrissy nodded in affirmation. Jared winced in expectation.
The practice swings went according to plan. She brought her arm through its parabola quickly and then pulled back just before it arrived. The effect was a firm tap, right on the spot Chrissy had hit twice with the spoon.
Jared gasped with pain. Even the practice hit had set his tender nerves alight. That spot in particular felt bruised and sore. He screwed his eyes shut and felt a few tears form at the corners while he listened for the whistle.
Emma used the rebound of the tap as the prelude to the backswing to leave no time between tap and strike; not swinging full force, but making sure it whipped into the target.
The sound of cut air is useless as a warning system. In the split second it took Jared to register the fact of sound the cane had already traversed what little gap remained and slashed mercilessly into him. His dangled orbs compressed and recoiled in a jiggling frenzy as the pain erupted like fireworks through his nervous system. The lighting strike of deep testicular wrenching combined with the searing line of ruined flesh blazing at the surface.
“FUCK! FUCK! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.” Jared oscillated between scream and babble.
The girls erupted with elation at the quality of connection. Chrissy’s jaw was agape and Emma started to dance. Swaying her hips and making the cane a mock pole to twirl around. Chrissy’s slack jaw snapped shut to giggle.
“That was so good! Really, like really, really good!” Chrissy gushed and Emma took a little bow.
The wooden spoon had been great fun but this had left an instant mark. A deep purple line across both balls at a slightly downwards angle from left to right.
Emma moved to inspect the damage. Crouching behind Jared and delicately running a finger across the welted line. Her eyes sparked with joy each time he made a whimpering noise of protest.
“I just need to check that everything is alright inside.” Emma announced. Jared said nothing. Just kept up his minor mewling.
Emma pressed a thumb into each orb, going in under the welted line so she could run them over every bit of him.
“Wow, they're still absolutely fine. It’s a nasty welt but there’s nothing to worry about.” She gave them the gentlest of taps which still caused Jared to take a sharp inhalation.
Emma stood and wandered over to Chrissy and gave her a hug around the waist as Chrissy continued to try and capture the scene as best she could.
Emma broke away to give Jared some love. Stroking the nape of his neck and leaning down to lay a soft kiss on his tear stained face.
“How are you doing?” She cooed, trying to be encouraging.
Jared could only whimper. Words escaped him. He wasn't doing great. Maybe he should say that. But it seemed so obvious, like it was the entire point of this. Saying it felt redundant and potentially rude.
“There there, don't worry. Remember this can end if you want it to, or if you need it to.”
That made him feel a little better. He might not want it to end, but maybe he could accept that he needed it to end.
“I.. I'm in a lot of pain.” He pushed the words out passed the tears.
“I know baby, I know. You're doing so well. We're both very impressed. You've been a super star. Hasn't he?” She turned to look back at Chrissy who was still filming.
“Oh for sure Miss P. Every guy I ever kicked quit on the spot and half of them never forgave me for it. Even.. even when they asked!” Chrissy realised she was shouting and filming and tried to calm herself down. “Anyway, it made me feel, well, I guess it made me feel embraced. Like I wasn’t crazy for wanting to kick you. Like it was okay.”
Jared felt pride creep into his perceptual reality. It was a shockingly tender and life affirming moment to be experiencing while agonisingly tied to a table. He started to take a few deep breaths, to try and engage with the waves of pain more philosophically.
In through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the nose out through the mouth. The presence of Emma's hand on the back of his neck was like an omni salve. A symbol of care and affection that was wildly more effective than its material weight ought to imply.
“I might need to get off this table soon. My legs are dying and my shoulders feel like they're going to dislocate.” Jared spoke, feeling more clear headed than he had done all day.
“Of course dear. Let's get you out of there. But it's a great position right?” She leered threateningly.
“Hand on my, well, you know; I've never felt this vulnerable in my life.” Jared spoke the truth.
“Awe, baby. You're so sweet. Thank you.” Emma flashed with worrying pride at her accomplishments.
“Hey, Miss P, I did get two shots with the wooden spoon, so..” Chrissy let the implications hang in the air.
Emma gave her a huge smile, impressed that Chrissy had picked up on using arbitrary nonsense to manipulate a scene. The blood froze in Jared's veins. Another cane strike felt like a death sentence. Or maybe he’d have preferred a death sentence.
“That is an excellent point Chrissy. You did get two shots with the spoon. It would only be fair for me to have two with the cane.” Emma said, matter of factly. “What do you think, Jared?” Leaning over and making sure his vision was almost 100% cleavage.
Jared's head spun. He knew the answer was no, he had to get out of this bondage. He needed to feel safe for a moment or two. This was already so far past his experience and tolerance. But at the same time, he desperately didn't want to be a spoil sport.
“Urgh, uhm, I uhh.”
“Chrissy, how do you feel about watching me cane him again?” Emma asked as she pressed her breasts into Jared’s face and consumed him within their warm embrace.
“Well, I already can’t wait to go home and masturbate to this video, but I think with two hits this is an all timer. Might do a bit of editing.”
Jared heard Chrissy speak with open enthusiasm about masturbating to his suffering. He felt the delicious flesh of Emma’s magnificent breasts engulfing his face. He felt slightly light head as his general weakness intersected with his nascent lack of oxygen. Just as he thought he needed to send a warning signal she pulled her chest away.
“You see sweetie, this is your chance to make it into this gorgeous girl’s spank bank forever more.” Emma fluttered her eyes and pouted her lips, letting him know Chrissy wasn't the only girl there with sex on the line. “Doesn’t that sound like a worthy cause?”
For as superficial and perverted as it objectively was, Jared couldn't think of a worthier cause. At least not one that could be advanced by his suffering. The thought of contributing towards the sexual satisfaction of two hot women was functionally mana from heaven to him. He could achieve all things through it.
“I'd like you to have your second shot dear.” He said it and on some level he was sure he meant it.
Emma didn't wait or tease out a secondary confirmation. She did not need to be asked twice. She assumed the same position as before.
“We good?” She asked Chrissy.
“Rolling.” Came the reply with a firm nod.
Jared drilled his forehead into the table and wished he had something to bite down on.
There was no warning shot this time. Not even some practice air swishes. Emma had bet on herself to land the same shot again, although she did bend the knee a little more in search of a perfect horizontal impression.
The cane whistled through the air and landed half an inch lower than the previous attempt. The orbs hanging in the void lurched violently back and to the left. The distraught skin rippled and warped through space.
Jared tried with all his might to stifle the scream curdling at his core; he had some success. At least he converted what was shaping up to be screeching wail into a mash of deep vibrations and animalistic grunts. Shaking so hard the table almost tipped.
Chrissy was still rolling but Emma gave a signal to cut as she moved to start letting Jared down from his folded cross.
The relief was instantaneous as Emma slipped the drawer back under the table and Jared’s weight was allowed to collapse against the table. His legs were jelly, useless for supporting him. Each of the ladies took a side and each unleashed a foot before Emma did his left hand. Emma positioned herself to catch Jared as he slipped off the table when Chrissy undid the last wrist. The pair slumping down together on the floor. Jared allowed his eyes to close as Emma cradled him in her arms. She stroked his hair and kissed his forehead.
When he opened his eyes he was greeted by the sight of Chrissy standing over him. From this angle the flaring of hips from her narrow frame was very obvious. The milky stretches of flesh between knee and hem then waist and bust offering soft contrast to her hard apparel. Her face a curious mix of purposeful and disconnected.
“Would you like to kiss the boot? Ya know, the one that was kicking you?” Chrissy asked with uncanny innocence and curiosity.
Jared couldn't bring himself to form any words on the matter but he was already nodding if that meant anything.
Chrissy raised her right boot and brought the pointed toe to Jared's face. His arms were useless to him so he just used his mouth. First kissing the toe, then trailing those kisses down one edge, then the other. Chrissy started to angle the boot so that he could reach more leather with his mouth and Jared followed to every place she offered.
Eventually she pushed the hard flat of her sole into his lips. As he did she put a bit more pressure into her foot. Driving a hint of weight down into his mouth. Jared had to stiffen his posture to avoid being toppled over and in doing so pushed himself into the grinding of her shoe on his lips. She twisted her ankle left then right, back and forth. Like stubbing out his lips or trying to grind something to dust.
She lifted her boot from his face and started fanning herself.
“Miss P, What's the plan now?” She asked with some urgency.
Jared was confused, looking over his shoulder at Emma.
“Well, I had a couple of ideas I sketched out with Chrissy from here, but obviously that requires your input.”
Jared's head began to spin.
“What did you have in mind?” fear in every word.
“There's three main branches of possibility. Pain, pleasure or peace.” She let the words land as Jared's eyes widened. “Put another way, some variation of keep hurting you, some variation of using you like a sex toy or some variation of winding down for bed.”
It was a lot for Jared to take it. It all made sense. If he'd have given it any thought he'd have anticipated such a fork in this road. But scheduling yourself for testicular devastation had a way of blinding you to everything beyond that. The future doesn't exist until you've survived.
He also felt pretty warm and fuzzy to be consulted on the direction of travel. Emma dragging him down this blind ally of sex and torture had been absolutely incredibly and he loved her for it, but it also made this slice of agency feel like a rich reward for following through.
“I, uhh, I'd like to.. actually.. Can I ask one question before I decide?” Jared had been largely a stuck pig squealing for however long, asking an adult question felt like insanity.
“Of course darling.” Emma spoke softly into his ear.
“Are we doing this again? Like is this a one time only offer or is this something we do now?”
“Well I think you know where I stand on the matter, but Chrissy? Is this something you'd like to do again sometime?”
“Oh me? Yeah of course. Well, can I bring a real camera next time? Maybe some lights? To be clear, I’m not 100% on how I feel about using you as a sex toy, but I am keen to find out and Miss P said she didn’t think you’d have a problem with it. So yes, we should do this again soon.” Chrissy spoke with the frustration of an incomplete equation requiring resolution.
Jared felt a little bit intimidated by the way she’d said ‘soon’ but was mostly bewitched by this peculiar creature. She seemed entirely indifferent to him beyond his capacity for receiving abuse, but she seemed to have sincere affection for that capacity and his willingness to let her make use of it.
“So dear, I don't think you have to treat this as a last chance saloon. We'll be doing this again as soon as you feel able.” Emma's voice was low and husky. Sexy and reassuring. “The sooner the better on that front obviously.” She said with a nod of agreement to Chrissy.
“Okay. I'm gonna take some variation of peace. It's been a hell of a night but I am overwhelmed and exhausted. Being your sex toy sounds absolutely incredible and if it's now or never I'll do my best.” Jared was beginning to wonder why he hadn’t just taken the pleasure option.
“Hush now. Don't be silly. You'll get as many chances at this as you can survive dear.” The care in her voice belied the inherent threat.
“Okay, thank you. Thank you both. You're both incredible.” Jared gushed. The trauma of his experience fading in the glow of happy, horny, hot women.
Emma grabbed Jared a dressing gown. Jared limped and waddled his way around making everyone a cup of tea while the ladies changed into something more comfortable and Chrissy waited for a taxi. They all agreed to plan on her staying the night next time and the ladies agreed that should be soon.
“We wouldn't want to let those bruises go to waste.” As Emma put it.
When the taxi arrived Chrissy and Emma enjoyed a firm hug with just a touch of mutual ass grabbery before parting with a polite kiss on the lips and eyes slightly too alive. As their sapphic potential dawned on his he again revisited his decision not to opt for pleasure.
No, he was happy with his decision. The ultimate fantasy wasn't a perfect night. There was never going to be enough pain or pleasure to last a lifetime. A one off wouldn't do. The ultimate fantasy was a life worth living, day in and day out. It was knowing there was another beautiful day or night on the horizon.
Emma patted Chrissy on the butt as she walked out the door and turned back to her disheveled beau.
“So.. exactly how much peace do you need right now? Is it cuddles and sleep? Or bed and pussy?” Emma asked with unsubtle preference.
“Dear, there's nothing I'd love more right now than eating your pussy.” Jared declared confidently.
“And maybe a little bit of ball squeezing.” She said with a sexy shuffle of her hips and tits.