Soon Goddess Xenia went to work on him. And as expected the conflicting emotions she provoked were almost as torturous as the extreme (and extremely appropriate) physical agony. As she’d indicated, the acts Xenia endlessly performed on his p***s were orders of magnitude more rewarding in its urgently erect state. The whipping with fine wire, the stretching of his piercings almost to the point of tearing, the application of heat and electricity to each embedded ring and stud in endless sequence and combination; the twisting, bending and unnatural contortions enforced; the stabbing with needles and everything else put him in ecstasies of excruciation. But it was the monstrous abuse of his bloated balls that truly taxed Thrall. As Xenia inflicted each new horror upon them she mused introspect
