Revenge: Femdom Stories of Getting Even

Spiked Wine-3

“That’s how it feels, asshole!”

She didn’t pull it out however. No, she released the straps from her hips but buckled them tightly around me making sure the hideous c**k stayed deep inside.

Finally, she walked around and lifted my head so she could look me in the eyes.

“I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, because I’ll be f*****g you every day until you’re released. And trust me… that’s the smallest dildo I’ll be using. I want to get you good and loose, so you’ll have no trouble handling all those big black c***s when you go to prison. You’ll make Bubba a great little f**k toy.

“Well enough fun and games for one day. We’ll see you sometime tomorrow.”

She never said another word. The three of them left and locked the door behind them. I knew it was going to be a terrible night. She left me bent over the horse with the gag in my mouth and that big rubber c**k up my ass.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. Sure I added some vodka to the wine, but she let me do it. God, I didn’t rape her. But if she had passed out, she couldn’t have pushed me away or told me to wait. When I went down on her and licked her to orgasm, she liked it. I heard her lustful moan as she came.

That whole night kept running through my mind. After several hours of deliberation I concluded that maybe I did do it. I guess technically I did rape her. Maybe this is what I deserve.

I’m not sure if I ever slept. I was hungry and thirsty, and I still had a huge c**k up my ass. God it hurt and throbbed so badly.

Beams of sunlight finally poured through the window. I was actually scared. What horrible thing was she going to do to me today?

Suddenly I heard the car. Chills ran up my spine and fear consumed me.

Being bent over with my butt to the door, I couldn’t see them enter the room. No one said a word, but I could hear her approach. She ran her hand across my ass and pushed on the c**k that protruded a bit from my backsides.

“Oh look. I broke his cherry last night. He bled a little just like me,” she said as she ran her finger across the dried blood that ran down the insides of my thighs.

I could feel her reaching around and releasing the buckles on the dildo harness. Then she pulled it from my asshole. There was instant relief, but the pain of being stretched and torn only slightly lessened.

“Now I’m going to release your hands. Bring them up and clasp them together behind your back. Don’t try anything, or I will hurt you really bad. Understand?”

I grunted in agreement.

The padlocks opened, and I did as she told me. Soon both wrists were locked together again, and she helped me stand.

It was tough to straighten up after being bent over like that all night long. The muscles in my back were stiff, and everything ached. My shoulders and arms hurt worse however. They had been locked behind my back for several days and were now forced back in that same position once more.

I heard a clicking on the wall to my left and saw one of the girls doing something with the winch. When the rope was low enough it was hooked into my collar and drawn up snug to keep me upright.

Then the padded horse was moved but replaced with a heavy, narrow table. There was a solid wooden top that was pushed up tight to my thighs. I looked down the best I could as one of the girls started to rub my c**k. Even with all that I had endured and the fear that existed, it still started to grow. Before long I had a full, ready to f**k erection.

I carefully watched as my c**k was pushed down on the rough wooden top of the narrow table. A loop of thin nylon rope came up through a hole in the wood. Savannah put that loop right behind my c**k head and quickly tightened it, holding my pecker tight to the table.

She pushed her fingernail deep into my c**k and dragged it along the entire top side. I watched her as she pushed the sharp end of it into my c**k head. The noose around my d**k was causing it to darken a little, and her nail indicated how sensitive it had become.

“Some people think these little things have a mind of their own,” she said. “Is that true? Do they really have no conscience? Well this one got you into a lot of trouble, didn’t it? So I think it needs to be punished.”

She looked me straight in the eye. “What do you think?”

I looked down at my c**k and then back at her and shook my head back and forth. Carefully I watched as she turned around and picked a whip off the table behind her. My eyes got big as she turned around and slammed it on the bench that held me tight.

Again she looked into my eyes. I shook my head quickly back and forth and mumbled through the gag, “N – n – n – n…”

“Oh yes,” she chuckled. “I’m going to take this little cat and beat your worthless c**k until I have taught it some manners. See all these stiff, twisted strands of leather. Maybe when I’m done, it won’t even want to get hard again.”

Suddenly her arm came around, and the tails widened finding my extra sensitive flesh. A look of panic filled my eyes, and a scream of agony forced its way past the gag. Each of the evil strips of leather found a place to leave their painful mark. I yanked back with ungodly force trying to escape, but the noose held me tight. I tried to bend over and protect myself, but the rope on my collar stopped that as well.

I watched in dreaded terror and shook my head as she drew back her arm once more. Again the cat cut and deeply bruised my tethered c**k. I screamed and shook, but it did no good. Again and again she flogged and beat my poor pecker. Droplets of blood oozed from its shaft and formed on my now purple c**k head, but she didn’t stop. She was enjoying my pain. A feeling of satisfaction developed as she sought revenge on the thing that defiled her. Over and over again she brought her arm down with blazing speed, letting the whip do its thing. Thick bruises, heavy welts and deep cuts covered my tortured c**k. I screamed and yelled through the gag, but it did no good. I couldn’t escape the pain as her whip rained down on me again and again and again.

Just before passing out she put the whip down and faced me. “Did that feel as good as it did while you were raping me?” she laughed. “I hope so, because it felt real good for me.”

Someone loosened the noose, removed the gag and unhooked the rope from my collar. When the bench was moved, I sank to my knees and let my forehead sink to the floor. I wept and passed into the world of blackness as my brain shut down from the horrendous pain. Sometime later I lifted my head slightly. I didn’t hear them leave, but I knew I was alone, left to suffer in misery.

Hours passed, and the pain of that savage flogging consumed me. I never moved. I just knelt there and wondered what would happen next. Once I looked to see what was left of my battered manhood. My c**k hung limply against my balls, but it was badly swollen and totally black and blue. It’s no wonder it throbbed and ached so much.

As evening arrived, I heard a car coming up the gravel road. I was actually scared. Savannah was alone. She never said a word to me, and I never raised my head. I heard her rummaging through a drawer and then a little scraping as she hummed a happy tune. She put two bowls in front of me and then left as quickly as she arrived.

I raised my head to see what was there. It was my dinner. I looked up a little higher and saw an empty can – Alpo’s liver, beef and gravy.

After a while I decided I had to eat. My stomach ached from the lack of food. I eased slightly forward and picked up some of the stuff with my lips and teeth. It was terrible. I almost puked, but I controlled myself and started to chew the soft lumps. I continued until it was gone, knowing that this was all I’d get. I drank some water and then settled back to await my fate.

Night finally came, and I stayed right where I was. With my ankles still locked to the floor I couldn’t lay down unless I got down on my stomach. I knew that I couldn’t possibly let my c**k touch anything, and I doubted that once I got down I could get back up. So I slept where I was on my knees with my hands cuffed behind my back and my head on the hard wooden floor.

I must have finally slept soundly because I was awakened by a foot to my ribs.

“Wake up, you worthless piece of shit.”

I looked up and saw one of Savannah’s friends.

“I’m going to put the leg irons on you so don’t move, understand.”

“Please help me. Please let me go. I hurt so bad.”

“Not a chance, asshole. We aren’t going to let a rapist run free to take advantage of another helpless girl. You have to pay for your hideous crime.”

“But I didn’t rape her… honest. I didn’t.”

She released my ankles from the floor and locked the cuffs on tight. A leash was hooked to my collar, and I was taken back to the cage. With the heavy chain locked to the steel band that encircled my neck and the door padlocked shut, I was left alone once more.

I finally got back to my knees and tried to piss through the wire. Oh God that hurt. I looked down and saw a stream of reddish urine slowly dribble and drip from my c**k. I cried as it flowed from me.

I backed into the far corner to relieve myself. Then it was just a waiting game. I’d wait for her to play more of her fiendish games. I had no choice. Slowly I moved to the other corner and got a little more comfortable, knowing it would be a long, long day.

Sometime in the mid-afternoon the girls returned. I wasn’t sure what they had planned for me, but I knew it wouldn’t be good.

“Get over here on your knees with your back to the gate asshole,” she demanded.

Moments later I was led to the cabin. “Back on your knees.”

Savannah kicked the dildo from last night’s ordeal in front of me. “Get that thing cleaned up. Use your tongue on it until it’s spotless.”

I looked at it and realized that it was not going to be very pleasant. There was blood as well as other patches of slime all dried on after last night’s deflowering. I never hesitated. I didn’t dare. I licked every inch of the hideous thing and sucked on it until I could find nothing but bare rubber. Then I pushed it away with my nose and waited.

She picked it up and closely examined it.

“You missed a spot way in here along the harness. You’re pathetic. Can’t you do anything right?” she asked as her boot slammed into my jaw.

“I’m sorry, Savannah.”

Immediately she kicked out once more only harder than before. “Don’t you ever use my name again. From now on you’ll call me Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I heard the ratchet on the winch click and felt them hook the rope to my hand cuffs. Then I felt the rope pull me up. I got on my feet as fast as I could, but they kept shortening the rope until I was bent over parallel to the floor and standing high up on my tiptoes. My shoulders ached from the strain of my arms being drawn right straight up.