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Hollywood Hostage
by
Doc Masterson

CHAPTER SIX
     They won't come off, Breta said as the torturous pair began
to remove my body from the rack the next morning.
     "It looks like his skin-flute has grown to love the new pain
they add to his life," Trixi said releasing the hard ball gag
from my mouth.
     I could feel each of the eight rings as they subdivided my
dick into sections from just under the penis head to next to my
ball sack.  The expansion the rings had caused was also something
I could feel.  It was like my dick had become doubly full of cum
without a way to release it.  Although I could not see what the
stretching machine had done, I was also sure my dick had grown a
bit in length.
     The pain was a sort of horny throbbing.  I needed a sexual
release, but I knew there was too much pain present to enjoy a
climax.  Breta seemed to be releasing the bindings that attached
my cock and balls to the machine.  The rings on my balls and
dick, however, were apparently to remain.  I could feel a swollen
tenderness that would make the removal painful.
     Trixi was releasing my arms and legs from the rack.  I
wasn't sure I would ever again be able to use the limbs for the
purposes intended.  Although I had fought hard to keep the
pressure off the joints themselves, my muscles had long ago given
in to the inevitable.  I was hurting and each tiny motion
telegraphed this to my captors.
     "Looks like he won't forget the rack punishment for a
while," Breta said.
     "Yeah, but he'll need it again before his training is
complete."
     "Get your ass off the machine had stand here so I can look
at you, slave," Breta demanded.
     "Yes, mistress," I said not really sure I could make my body
cooperate.
     I started by swinging my legs over the right side of the
machine until they touched the floor.  My upper torso wanted to
stay resting where it was, but I forced it to do my bidding. 
With my arms, I pushed my chest and upper body toward the upright
position.  With each movement I could feel a joint pop back into
place.  It was scary.
     As I reached the upright position the real test would take
place.  I had to manage to put all of my weight on my feet and
maintain my balance.  If I fell or had to brace myself I would
have to again use my arms.  The pain was severe and could only
get worse if I had to demand more of these tired limbs.
     "Hurry it up," Breta demanded.
     "Have you forgotten how impatient my little friend is?" 
Trixi asked as she took a stroke that wrapped the whip around my
waist several times.
     "Yes, mistress," I said trying to give my body time to
comply with was a nearly impossible order.
     I got to my feet, but it felt more like a pile of bricks
stacked up than a complete body ready to work together on a task. 
As soon as I had all of my body in a straight vertical line, my
head felt like I was going to faint.  I was dizzy.  The pain to
each joint being forced back into its swollen socked was
horrific.  For a moment, I thought I would not be able to comply
with that next inevitable order.
     "You want him in the bedroom?" Trixi asked as I teetered for
my balance.
     The word 'bedroom' was all I heard.  Was I finally to have
sex with Breta or was it just another dream?  I had hurt so much
that I was only listening with the mildest interest in what was
going on.  I knew I had to master the pain that held a tight grip
on my body before I could do anything else.  Now there was a new
incentive.
     "Move it out," Breta ordered.
     "Yes, mistress," I managed.
     Putting the first foot out in front of the other seemed the
hardest.  I damn near fell flat on my face.  Trixi didn't make
the trip easier with her occasional use of the bull whip on my
already pain racked body.  The bedroom seemed miles away as I
measured each step.  I had to get it together or I would not be
physically able to perform sex.  I couldn't ever let them think
they had beaten me down to this point.
     "I want to see of that rod of yours has the ability to serve
my needs," Breta finally said as we got into the bedroom.
     "Yes, mistress."
     "Get over on the bed while I get comfortable," was the
order.
     "Yes, mistress," I said as I watched her take off the heavy
black leather dominatrix outfit she had been wearing since his
training has begun.
     "I'm going to grade your performance," Breta said as she
started into bed.
     "I could do a lot better if we could get these rings off," I
said pointing to the heavy metal that seemed a permanent part of
my body.
     "They won't bother me," she said, "In fact,  they might add
a little extra friction to my love canal."
     "Yes, mistress, but I may not be able to cum... " I said
without thinking.
     "You are not supposed to 'cum,' as you put it. That is
forbidden to slaves like you."
     "Yes, mistress," I said without really accepting the idea
she was offering.
     "Get on top so Trixi can help you along with her whip if you
fail to follow my orders."
     My piss-rod had been hard for days and it stuck out from my
body at just the right angle to insert it in her waiting twat. 
It seemed to have difficulty, however, making its way up her
whore hole.  She was not well lubricated and my mating tool was
fat with the blood the rings demanded.  I could feel Breta flinch
as I finally got my dick all the way in her slot.
     Every muscle and joint hurt as I tried to get a love rhythm
going to satisfy Breta's needs.  I had to satisfy her, that was
what had drawn me to her in the beginning.  It had been a long
road to this opportunity, and it was a strange stage setting for
it at that.  I had to make her climax like she had never done so
before.  The 'best ever' was my only acceptable rating.
     The stroke was having its effect.  I could feel her tube
become slippery with the internal lubricant of an excited female. 
Her breathing was also increasing.  I was finally being able to
show her what I could do for her love hole.  She would be mine
and all of this slave treatment would be over.  I had always been
able to satisfy the women, and Breta would be no exception.
     "Deeper," Breta suddenly ordered in a still demanding voice.
     "Yes, mistress," I said in disbelief of her seeming
dissatisfaction.
     "Respond instantly to her orders," Trixi added as she
punctuated her sentence with a whip stroke to my up stroking ass.
     "Yes, mistress," I said not really understanding why they
were both on my case.
     Although it hurt my back and hips, I started a cycle of
deeper strokes.  I could feel her level of excitement increase. 
There was a problem.  I was getting excited too.  Would I climax
and risk a further punishment?  Would my service to Breta be so
good that it would be forgiven?  Could I hold back long enough to
let her reach climax?  Did I really want to follow orders and
stifle my own need for a climax?
     "Faster."
     "Yes, mistress."
     "Immediately," Trixi added with her whip as her rule book of
punctuation.
     "Yes, mistress"
     Moving faster was just what I wanted to avoid.  This would
surely drive me over the edge sooner.  I had to try to keep
myself in control at least until I decided what I wanted to do. 
I wanted to cum, but I didn't want any more punishment.  It would
be a judgment call,  would she really punish someone who gave
her the best sex of her life.  I had to do just that.
     She was beginning to really respond to my rod.  The heavy
breathing soon gave way to soft cooing sounds.  She was loosing
control, I thought, of the love making process.  I was going to
be able to make the event that lasted.  I would use the tricks I
had found worked with so many other women.  I started working my
abdominal muscles to massage her hot box.  I tightened my asshole
muscles to flick my dick's head a fraction of an inch deep
inside.  With these techniques I would be able to slow the
strokes.
     I knew that I would not be able to hold back my climax
unless the pace was slowed.  I was too close to the edge.  I
wanted to go over the edge.  I could fly if I did.  I was so full
of cum I would have shot for an hour.  There was fear, however,
in the back of my mind that I would still be punished for having
shot my wad.  What was I to do?  No decision possible now.  In
the mean time, I would have to hold back the flood gates of my
desire.
     "You were not told to go slower," Trixi said as she watched
me alter the pace of the adventure. "Pick it up or you'll feel my
whip again."
     I had been caught trying to trick the pair, but I had not
been caught by Breta.  Maybe I still had a chance to plead my
case with her through my dick.  She seemed to be fully involved
in the firestorm of desire I was pumping into her hole.  If only
I could hold back my need to shoot her full of warm jism.
     "Deeper," she suddenly demanded with a cold voice I had not
expected possible.
     "Yes, mistress," I said pushing back the waves of failure I
thought might be coming.
     "Pay attention to what you are doing," Trixi said with her
whip and voice.
     "Yes, mistress,"
     There had to be a way to meet Breta's demands and still hold
it back.  My body was racked with the pain the night on the rack
was designed to achieve.  You would think that the pain would
help hold back the fires of desire.  That was simply not the
case.  I was in increasing pain, yet my desires to empty my balls
inside Breta was getting stronger.
     "Full strokes," she now demanded.
     "Yes, mistress."
     "This should help you remember," Trixi said making a new
blister on my ass with her whip.
     "Yes, mistress."
     "Faster."
     "Yes, mistress."
     "Lets try to keep in step," Trixi said as the whip started
to beat out a stroke-like beat on my back and buttocks.
     "Deeper."
     "Yes, mistress."
     I could feel her getting closer to climax, but I wasn't sure
I would be able to push her over the edge before I released my
nectar.  My control of the situation was obviously a fiction. 
She had me doing her bidding and I would not be able trick her or
Trixi.  I was going to shoot.  I would not be able to hold back.
     Suddenly I had a new thought.  I had never tried to minimize
my pleasure bomb because it usually heightened my partner's
climax.  Now if I gave her my creamy he-oil, she might punish the
hell out of me.  I had to find a way to prevent that.  My body
had had its limit of torture. It could take no more.
     "Deeper,"
     "Yes, mistress."
     "Get your ass into it slave boy."
     "Yes, mistress Trixi."
     "Faster."
     "Yes, mistress."
     Trixi now spoke only with her whip.  My body was getting a
constant barrage of blows from the bull whip.  She seemed to be
focusing on my back, but the occasional shot hit one cheek or
another of my buttocks.  The pain should have cooled my inner
fires, but it was exactly the opposite.  With each stroke I
inched toward a powering of my sauce.  Could I hold back?  Were
there minutes left?  Seconds?
     "Faster."
     "Yes, mistress."
     "Deeper."
     "Yes, mistress."
     We had been ramming it for a long time and I was sure my
jism was starting up the pipe in my dick.  The rings made it
hard.  I could feel the need for a super ejaculation to break the
log jam and push the first heavy cream to its new home.  I was
losing it.  If I were to be punished, so be it.  I could not
control the flow.  It was coming soon and I would have to pay the
consequences.
     "Pay attention to what you are doing," Trixi said obviously
reacting to my near climax lack of control.  "She needs straight,
deep, fast shots of that pitiful thing you call your sword."
     I had been paying attention to my needs more than Breta's,
it was true, but it had not really mattered.  I could feel warm
explosive pumping of Breta's pussy around my love piece.  She was
in climax.  She was getting off.  Could I shoot now and safely
get by without punishment?  It was beyond my control.
     Trixi's whip stopped its torturous prompting on my back. 
Was I to stop my strokes?  It would only take one or two more to
let me send my hot lave down her hole.  I would feel so much
better.  It would have been worth the suffering.  Maybe.  Should
I force the issue?
     "Stop."
     "Yes, mistress," I said finally accepting the inevitable
notion that I was a slave to Breta.

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