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Hollywood Hostage
by
Doc Masterson

CHAPTER SEVEN
     "One more time big boy," she said as I got out of the bed.
     "I'm sorry, mistress," I said trying to understand what was
on Trixi's agenda.
     "I need to be satisfied too," she said, "if your little fuck
pork can manage it."
     "Yes, mistress," I said out of confusion more than anything
else.
     "Do you think you can manage it without shooting your
miserable white slime?" Breta asked in a rather harsh voice.
     "I'm not sure, mistress," I said trying to be as honest as
possible.
     "Maybe if you attempt it standing up?" Trixi pondered out
loud.
     "I'll try, mistress, but I can't guarantee... "
     "What do you mean you can't?" Breta bellowed.  "You are a
slave and don't decide those things."
     "You are to fuck me and fuck me good," Trixi said, "That
means I don't want any of your filthy ball juice in my Venus
mound."
     "Yes, mistress," I mustered with a sigh that should have
warned of my insecurity about the attempt.
     I watched as Trixi took off her tight leather top and pants. 
She was unusually big at the breasts and she had large brown
tits.  She obviously loved sitting in the sun, but there were no
tan lines.  Her harry bush looked like it was dripping with cunt-honey.  
She was hot and ready to go.  I thought I might be able
to work her into a climax rapidly. She had obviously been turned
on by just watching me do Breta.
     I shoved my womb broom into her slippery box and grabbed her
hips with my hands. I used the extra force to keep the pressure
on her tickler.  If I were to pull this off, I needed to keep the
tension on her love button.  The condition of my dick was
critical.  I would never last through another encounter like the
one with Breta.
     "Faster," came the command from Trixi that I had to judge as
too soon for my own good.
     "Yes, mistress."
     "Get your hands to yourself, and put your whole body into
it," Breta demanded taking Trixi's whip in to her controlling
hand.
     "Yes, mistress," I said reluctantly releasing Trixi's body
from my grip.
     I could feel the loss of control immediately.  The friction
between my dick and her slit was no longer at my direction.  I
could feel a sensation I did not need.  I needed to be free of
any feeling, or I would shoot the juice.  They were regulating my
satisfaction and that could be dangerous.
     I knew I have to do something quickly or I would shoot
inside Trixi.  To regain the upper hand in the game I would have
to take control of the fuck.  Again I put my hands on her back,
but this time just below her breasts.  I knew that Trixi was
concentrating on the joy of the moment and I could only hope that
Breta would not expect me to disobey so quickly.
     I started to guide the transaction to maximize Trixi's
action and reduce mine.  I let the less sensitive back part of my
lust bone take some of the heat being generated in our
midsections.  I worked her clitoris with the tip of my penis to
bring her closer to her firestorm.
     Suddenly I realized that Breta was working on my body.  She
wasn't using the whip as I might have expected.  She was, rather,
installing a pair of device on my thighs.  I tried to concentrate
on Trixi's needs as that seemed my best hope for enduing this
episode in my training.  The new distraction, however, was soon
to take control.
     "If you won't follow orders," Breta said, "we'll just have
to take away the use of your hands."
     As she did, she took my right wrist and strapped it into a
leather cuff attached to my right thigh.  Before I realized what
she was doing, she had my left wrist similarly restrained.  I had
again lost control, and Trixi's hips were working the sensitive
parts of my dick.  I was going to shoot.  I could not hold it
back.
     As I ejaculated, I could feel my hot stream bring Trixi to
her orgasm.  She went into a frenzy of uncontrollable fast
breathing and I could hear the soft coos of satisfaction.  I had
another satisfied customer, I assumed.
     "I told you not to shoot that filthy white screw juice
inside me," Trixi said slapping me strongly across the face.
     "I'm sorry, mistress.  I couldn't hold it back.  I tried
to... "
     "You got your rocks off and now you are going to pay," Breta
said.
     With my hands strapped tightly to my thighs, I was in no
position to fight back.  I knew they would have their way with my
body.  The best chance of minimizing the pain, I thought, would
be by not resisting their efforts.  I stood quietly awaiting my
sentence.
     "I think we should make his little thing pay for what it did
directly," Trixi said starting some sort of inside communications
with Breta.
     "Great, you get what we need and I'll help you put it on
him."
     She wasn't gone from the room nearly long enough.  I knew
the pain was coming only all too soon.  They seemed ready for
every transgression with some new sort of punishment I would have
to endure.  I wondered if it would ever end.
     "Stand still while we put this on you," Breta ordered.
     "Yes, mistress," I said trying not to sound alarmed at the
coming torture.
     Trixi had three wooden devices in her hands when she
returned to the room.  I could not figure out what they were, but
it would not be long before I had a painfully complete knowledge. 
The first unit consisted of four planks with small semi-circles
in the center of each.  They were paired up and the semi-circles
formed a ring around the base of my cock and balls.
     "Are you ready to receive the punishment you deserve for
shooting your wad inside me?" Trixi asked.
     "Yes, mistress."
     The stock like device made my ringed penis and balls stand
out away from my body in a painful display of my manhood.  The
next unit they installed was a second pair of planks that further
widened the distance between my balls and my body.  This unit had
a set of screws they used to tighten the two units into a
devilishly painful configuration.  As they turned the screws my
cock and balls were lifted away from my body bringing my ball
sack into a raging storm of pain.
     "This device was only to get your attention," Breta said. 
"Will you follow orders next time?"
     "Yes, mistress."
     The second device was for my dick.  It was a device that
looked for all the world like a wood worker's cabinet clamp.  It
had long wooden fingers that were fastened together with a pair
of screws that you could use to bring the fingers tightly
together.  They took the device and clamped it to my still erect
boner.  The hard flesh that extended out beyond the painfully
restrictive rings was clamped back to the size of the rings.  I
immediately knew my climax was not worth this pain.
     "Men seem to always let that their little rod get them into
trouble," Trixi said.
     "And they can't understand why they get so much punishment."
     They were ready to install the last device.  It was similar
to the first cock and ball stock device, but it was for my balls
alone.  The two separating planks allowed my balls to protrude
through the interlocking semi-circles.  The unit again had a pair
of screw driven units that separated the planks from one another. 
The separating motion drew the skin of my ball sack tighter
around my balls.
     There was no escape for my trapped jewels.  With each small
partial turn of the screws my pain multiplied.  I was at first
uncomfortable.  The next sensation was pain.  Finally the
intensity of the pain was so great I was sick at my stomach.  I
would not be able to sustain the pain, yet I had no way to
fighting the assault on my ramrod and nuts.
     "Please, mistress, that hurts just too much." I pleaded with
a sob.
     "You are not to decide how much pain your body should have," 
Breta said, "that's our decision alone."
     "I can't... "
     "Silence!  We will punish you as much as we think you should
have," Breta said.
     "You deserve more for just complaining about the pain,"
Trixi said turning to Breta, "Shall I get the tit clamps?"
     I didn't know what they had in mind. The name, however,
didn't suggest anything but more pain.  I knew I couldn't risk
aggravating the pair again.  They would only have to turn the
screws a fraction of a turn on either of my cock and ball devices
to send my pain quotient off the meter.  The dick clamp could
also be used to bring my attention level to my training as their
slave.
     "We're going to put these on your nice round pec tits,"
Trixi said displaying some sort of chrome plated clothes pin
devices.
     "Yes, mistress," I said not really knowing what I was
expected to say.
     She clipped a clamp on my left tit.  It seemed to take a
wide piece of my flesh into its sharply toothed grip.  As she
allowed the clamps springs to take full control of my flesh I
could feel her start on my right tit.  The two tit clamps were
connected together with a chain that draped itself across my
chest in an unmanly fashion.
     "Can you feel those?" Breta asked simulating an inquisitive
mind.
     "Yes, mistress.  They really hurt."
     "Oh, they're not supposed to hurt yet," Trixi said, "We
haven't tightened the screws."
     "They are very tight, mistress."
     "Not tight enough for us," Breta said starting to adjust my
right tit clamp's pressure screw.
     Suddenly my chest was on fire with the pain of the sharp
devices.  I had never realized how tender the skin was around my
tits.  When I made love with women I often would bite and suck
their tits to drive them wild.  Having my tits bitten by spring
steel clamps was, however, a new experience.
     "These have to be much tighter to support the weight," Trixi
said.
     "The weight?" I asked in a new wave of fear.
     "I'll show you as soon as I get both clamps tight on your
tits." Breta said.
     "Yes, mistress."
     I had to swallow twice to clear my head.  The new load of
pain my body was being forced to accept was almost too much.  I
wanted it to stop.  I wanted to fight it off, but I knew I had to
accept whatever the two had to give me.  This was my only hope.
     The pain the two gave me left little time for reflection.  I
did, however, wonder why my cunt dipstick was constantly hard.  I
had never had such a period of excitement.  When I shot my load I
usually lost my ability to sustain an erection for a time but not
with these two.  I was hard and horny like I could again spurt a
gallon of juice in the nearest slit.
     "How does this feel?" Trixi asked as she hooked what seemed
like five pounds of lead to the chain between my tit clamps.
     "Oh, mistress, that is too heavy.  It's going to pull my
tits off."
     "Maybe I should tighten them a bit more?" Breta asked in a
scornful tone.
     "No, mistress.  I was wrong... " I said.
     "Wrong?" Trixi bellowed.
     "The weight is okay.  It will stay where it is without any
need to tighten the clamps."
     "He's becoming quite an expert," Breta said smiling at
Trixi.
     I felt so exposed to the will of my tormentors.  My hands
were tightly bound to my thighs and I could not fight off the
attack to my tits or midsection.  The pair seemed to know how to
bring me to the maximum pain level.  For the next half hour or so
they constantly adjusted one of my devices or another to refocus
my pain.  It was now my cock, next my balls and then on to my
tits.
     "What do you suppose this is for?" Breta said holding up a
large rubber mallet looking device.
     "I don't know, mistress."
     "Take a guess."
     "Its some sort of rubber mallet or hammer.  That's all I
know."
     "You don't know what it is designed to hammer?" She
continued to play with me.
     "No, mistress."
     "Its called a nut hammer, do you know now?"
     "Well, I... "
     "Its for your balls."
     "No, please mistress.  They're already in too much pain. 
They're exposed without... "
     "Let's see how it feels."
     "No, please, mistress, I... I, ohhhhhhh" I said as she took
a deep swinging blow with the mallet to my tightly compressed and
exposed balls.
     "It sounds like he is finally getting the message, Trixi,"
Breta said taking another shot.
     "Yeah, but I think I have a few facts for him to learn too,"
Trixi said signaling for Breta to pass her the painful device.
     It was the fifth or sixth blow that put me out.  I wasn't
counting.

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