Part 4 – Rachel’s swat break – 3rd Game

So my story continues
Rachel is back......


Part 1
https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/o1fw72/meet_rachel

Part 2
https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/o1v6c2/part_2_rachels_quiz_1st_game_meet_rachel_continues


Part 3
https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/omw9rt/part_3_rachels_boxing_game_2nd_game




“Girls, I’ve gotten very thirsty after tasting Henry’s cum. Let’s take a break and get something to drink. The workshop continues in about half an hour” Rachel announced.

I felt some relief. My balls would be given half an hour rest, or so I thought. The women agreed, busting balls seems to be a thirsty activity. “But before we go to the bar, Jennifer would you come up here please?”

Jennifer, wearing nothing but a sheer dress, climbed up the stage. While she walked up to Rachel I could see she wore a blue shining buttplug. Rachel gave her a device and instructed her.

With a big grin she walked towards me and started to mount the device on the beam and adjusted it towards my balls. I looked and saw it was a sort of electric drill with a rotating head which leather straps attached to it. The bride was asked to switch the drill on. After a little more adjustment……

“clatch, clatch, clatch, clatch” every 3 seconds a leather strap smacked my balls. Because my balls were already severe bruised it was rather painfull but not that much. Although at first that was. The crew and de girls went to the bar and left me alone in the dark.

“clatch, clatch, clatch, clatch” the device said delivering the slaps with a relentless pace. “clatch, clatch, clatch, clatch”

I was waiting for the girls to return in the room, it must be 30 minutes already? But minutes crawled by in slow-motion, in fact only 5 minutes has passed. “clatch, clatch, clatch, clatch” the device answered.

What had seem to be not that painful at first became more and more painful by the continuous slapping. Again I started sweating from the pain that was induced.

They had given me a deadmans switch to stop the machine. Once it was stopped there was no means to turn it back on.

“clatch, clatch, clatch, clatch” 10 minutes in, “clatch, clatch, clatch, clatch”, the nauseating pain made me cross-eyed for a moment, my stomach was turning. 20 minutes in, “clatch, clatch, clatch, clatch” and I was seriously considering to turn it off.

Rachel made me clear, once the drill was turned off there was no way to restart it again. She had made it also clear there was a severe repercussion when she was to find it shut down. The punishment would be the same if I turned if off 1 minute before they re-entered or 20 minutes. There would be no punishment if the device was still on. I lost track of time, pain was accumulated to a point that it became unbearable end decided to use my out by pushing down the deadmans switch.

While pushing it I heard the door to the bar opened an Rachel’s voice told the girls it was time to continue the play. I was too late, Rachel saw, on entering the stage, the last rotation of the drill before it stopped. “Ohhh Henry” Rachel giggled, “you silly, silly dick. You should have lasted a little longer. Stopping the drill obvious equals you using your saveword. You know what is cumming, hahahaha!” The girls cheered.

A big giant wheel of fortune was wheeled into the room. On the board there were numbers 1 to 12 and Karen was asked to spin the wheel. “Tack, tack, tack, tack, tack…tack…….tack…………tack” The wheel stopped pointing at 9.

“So Henry, what do you think this 9 means?” Karen asked with a sugar coated voice and was calling out 9 names of her bff’s . They climbed the scaffold and starting milking the guys above me. From one of the trolleys on stage Rachel took a cattle prod and handed it to Jennifer.

“Since you started this round of ball abuse it’s just fair to met you finish it as well. You can choose for 9 minutes continues probing at minimum voltage or 9 jolts at maximum voltage and 9 punches to his balls, this in addition to the 9 loads Henry have to swallow down.”

Jennifer choose the latter and called out to Karen to help her. She was supposed to punch my balls as soon Jennifer had shocked me. The men above me began to moan a little louder as they were milked by the girls and were soon to blow their loads. Rachel told Jennifer to hurry, she needed me so suffer before humiliating me again.

I screamed in pain as Jennifer landed me the first jolt, immediately Karen punched me square in the balls. Amplifying the pain of the jolt to a sickening pain, I lost the feeling to my legs and they couldn’t support my weight anymore.

Just hanging by my arms and the collar was chocking me, the funnel forced in my mouth again. Another jolt followed by yet a even harder punch to my balls, unable to scream because of the hosegag.

Never ever had I experienced so much agony and wished I never ever had met this Rachel devil in disguise. I swore right then and there, when I survive this night, I would have my vengeance. She would suffer as much as I was suffering at this moment.

After the 9th jolt and punch were delivered I really couldn’t feel my balls anymore, the felt like smoldering coal. My emotions went numb, pain subsided, I looked down at my body on stage like I was floating in the air. I saw everything that was happening on stage, the men unloading in the funnel, cum streaming down the hose and into my mouth. There was a flash, and again I felt the agonizing pain between my legs.

I heard the laughter of the girls.

END PART 4 Note to this part. The real life Rachel has actually used this drill swatter at my balls and dick leaving me with black bruises all over my balls and dick for 3 weeks.