Subject: STORY: Hollywood Hostage (14/15)
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Date: Wed, 28 Feb 1996 19:36:29 UTC
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Hollywood Hostage
by
Doc Masterson

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
     They stretched me four ways into what they called the
picture frame.  My wrists and ankles were tied to the four
corners of the frame.  Each limb was stretched tight by a set of
motorized cables attached to the manacles.  I was painfully
suspended in mid-air.  I knew this punishment was going to be a
serious effort on their part.
     "Since you can't seem to get anything right," Breta said,
"we're going to turn your life upside down."
     "Yes, mistress," I said without the slightest idea of what
she intended to do to my body.
     The frame was much like those old fashioned full length
mirrors.  It had a pivot in the center of each side member that
was connected to a heavy base.  The frame could be turned upside
down to allow my body weight to be supported by my legs rather
than my arms.  The only problem was that it made all the blood
run to my head and I felt light headed.
     "Each of us is going to work on you to help you understand
your place in life," Trixi said gesturing to Breta and Thor.
     "Yes, mistress," I said awaiting the real pain to start.
     "I think you should start becoming a bit more appreciative,"
Breta said.  "Let's hear a 'thank you' for our efforts in
straightening you out."
     "Yes, mistress.  Thank you for planning this effort for me."
     "This is called a stinger whip," Trixi said showing me a
small short handled whip.
     "Yes, mistress.  May I know how it feels on my body?" I
asked knowing it was expected.
     "Be my guest," she said giving my legs a swipe with the
whip's long thinly braided leather fingers.  "Does your body
appreciate my effort?"
     "Yes, mistress. Thank you for whipping me.  I deserve the
punishment."
     "This is not as exotic as Trixi's whip, it's just called a
ridding crop," Breta said showing me a stiff handled crop with a
small stiff paddle on its end.
     "It does not need to be exotic to provide me the punishment
I deserve, mistress," I said trying to minimize the length of the
punishment.
     "Why you haven't even tried it yet," Breta said holding the
crop up again.
     "Please use it on my body," I said accepting the inevitable.
     "It is designed to get your training into high gear by
making you 'getty-up'."
     "Yes, mistress.  It does hurt enough to make me move up my
acceptance of your training."
     "This is a studded shoe sole paddle," Thor said brandishing
a long handled paddle with a shoe sole shaped paddle head.
     "If it is a real pain giver, then please give my ass your
full attention," I said.
     "I have personally been paddled with it and I can guarantee
you will remember it for life."
     I had expected the punishment, but I had not expected all
three of my tormentors to offer different selections of pain. 
Any one of the three would have been enough to force my mind to
dwell on my need to follow their orders.  Escape was now only a
distant memory.  It would never happen and one part of my body,
my love tube, didn't seem to care.
     The blows from the stinger whip, studded shoe sole paddle,
and riding crop started landing on my body at random.  I tried to
thank my captors for each punishment stroke, but they seemed more
intent on offering up new blows than accepting gratitude for the
last hit.
     They used the whip to brutalize my upper body and arms.  The
paddle seemed to find a good strike zone in my midsection.  The
riding crop worked the insides and outsides of my legs with a
fiery fury.  I took the punishment in silence.  I knew I deserved
it and I expected it to be delivered without mercy.
     Inside my chastity belt I could feel my dick getting harder
in reaction to my return to the slave community.  I was making
the mental adjustment.  I liked having sexual service dominate my
life.  Having a perpetually hard rod was more than fun, it was a
pleasure.  I somehow liked the notion that I was not in control
of my life anymore.  Being a slave didn't seem so bad.  Even the
punishment seemed to be part of the job.
     "We're going to flip you over," Breta said turning the
picture frame to allow my head to be upright.
     "Thank you, mistress, for my punishment," I said expecting
that I had passed through the final critical stages.
     "You are only beginning to have your punishment," Trixi
quipped.
     "Yes, mistress."
     "I've selected this quirt," Breta said. "It's a riding whip
for hard to train stallions."
     "Yes, mistress.  I expect you will want to use that on this
unworthy slave."
     "I'm going to use a simple police night stick," Trixi said,
"but it is the latest type available on the market."
     "Thank you, mistress.  Please use it on my useless body."
     "This is really just a racket ball paddle, but its no longer
regulation," Thor said.  "Someone has drilled all these fanny
blister holes on the main surface."
     "Why don't you try to bring up a few blisters on my inept
ass?"
     The request brought on a crescendo of blows to my body.  The
pain level seemed so high that I would be mercifully allowed to
pass out soon.  There, however, must have been some sort of super
being for sex slaves because I continued to suffer without the
relief of unconsciousness.
     My brain seemed to be trying to paraphrase some fallen
politician.  I kept hearing my mind say 'it's your dick stupid'
and it was my rod that was keeping me from passing out.  I could
feel the near pumping and throbbing of my tool coming closer to
satisfaction.  Oh, I knew there would never be that satisfaction
it sought, but I could still feel the needful excitement.
     The punishment to my body started to become a blur.  It was
just a blot of blood on my memory.  I wanted to pass out and
expunge myself from its pain.  The wish was just a fantasy.  I
wanted the tormentors to reach the end of their assigned terror,
but the highway seemed to be never ending.  I hurt everywhere,
but, at least, I didn't feel the current blows as new assaults to
my being.
     Something suddenly was happening to my ram rod.  I could
feel a cool breeze seemingly touch the hot needful flesh.  There
was pain everywhere, but not there.  The almost crushing feeling
the chastity belt had on my balls seemed to lessen.  The pressure
was gone.  The clamps that had held my dick tight to the abdomen
side of the chastity unit seemed to have been released.  My balls
were also free.  My dick was liberated and sticking out into the
air of the hot dungeon.
     Something was also different in back.  The inflated plug
that had been stuffed so violently up my ass for so long was
being removed.  I could hear the hiss of air being removed.  My
muscles had long since lost their ability to expel the device.  I
could almost feel a draft up my brown hole.  I felt exposed and
helpless to whatever the trio had in mind for me next.  
     I know my eyes were open, but I didn't seem to be able to
see.  I don't think it was some sort of physical problem.  I was
not wearing a blindfold.  I think my brain was just blocking out
the input signals from my eyes.  My inner being didn't want to
know what was going to come next.  I was open and helpless to
their next attack.  It was coming soon.
     "I want you to give me my satisfaction," Breta said as she
slipped my dick into her cunt.
     "Yes, mistress," I said with the brain mechanics only
possible from a near fully trained sex satisfaction slave.
     "Make me shoot in your hole," I heard Thor demand as he
inserted his dick up my ass.
     "Yes, sir," I said finally accepting the fact that I had to
serve either sex as I was ordered.
     The two started working my body simultaneously from both
sides.  I tried to respond and give both satisfaction, but it was
hard, very hard.  I had little room to maneuver my body due to
its tight stretching within the frame.  The possibilities were
further limited by the need to work Thor's sword and Breta's slit
at the same time.
     "You're not trying," Trixi demanded further complicating the
process by using her small whip on my tender body.
     "I'm trying, mistress" I said making the excuses I knew
would be rejected by my captors as unacceptable slave behavior.
     "No excuses," came the unanimous response from Thor, Breta
and Trixi.
     "I am your servant." I finally said as I tried to increase
my response to their needs.
     Both Breta and Thor seemed to be able to work for a long
time without approaching a climax.  Every muscle in my body was
soon near a cramping state trying to make the two satisfied. 
Breta was the first to start some heavy breathing.  I hoped this
would mean that her climax was not far away.  I was only partly
correct.  She was the first to climax, but it still took another
thirty minutes.
     "My turn," Trixi said, handing Breta the whip as she stuck
my wand in her hole.
     "I'll keep his mind focused on getting this service going
straight away," Breta said landing her first whip shot.
     "Faster," Thor demanded as I mentally tried to slow down for
Trixi to build up her excitement.
     "Yes, sir," I said in a tone that suggested he should go a
little easier on my hole.
     "Deeper," came Trixi's immediate demand for more attention.
     "Yes, mistress."
     I was exhausted and hurt all over.  I couldn't even follow
the instructions they were beginning to issue in contradiction of
each other.  I had never had to serve two people at the same time
and neither my dick or hole were ready for it all.  Could I bring
them to a climax?  Would I satisfy them as required?  Would I be
sentenced to more punishment?
     "Make your hole wider," Thor demanded at the edge of my
consciousness.
     "Yes, sir."
     "Faster," Trixi demanded
     "Yes, mistress."
     "Put your whole body into the effort," Breta demanded with
her whip to punctuate the abrasive sentence.
     "Yes, mistress."
     I knew the breathing level was starting to increase.  I
could feel Trixi closing around my dick with each stroke.  I
could hear a little cooing of her voice with each long breathing
cycle.  Trixi was responding to the heat of the moment and my
feeble efforts to serve.  Past experience told me that her time
was not far away.
     Inside my rear I knew there was also a climax looming.  I
felt by the tenderness of my hole that he was growing fatter and
bigger with each stroke.  His prick was being gorged with blood. 
He was near the moment of maximum excitement.  He was about to
shoot in my ass.  I was about to be given an enema of creamy
milk.
     "Make your hole close around my dick," Thor demanded at the
edge of his climax.
     "Yes, sir."
     "Deeper," Trixi demanded
     "Yes, mistress."
     "You're not working hard enough," Breta demanded as she
again whipped my body.
     "Yes, mistress."
     There was a problem.  It was a major problem.  I was about
to cum.  I knew that was unacceptable.  Could I hold back long
enough?  Was the training they had given me enough to hold off
the natural result of my love tubes friction with Trixi's box? 
The demands for longer harder strokes wasn't making the job any
easier.  Damn that constant whipping I had to take as my
punishment for past failures.
     Inside my anus I could feel Thor's pulsating dick.  It was
now actually adding to my own problems.  His pulsating dick was
hot against my asshole.  I couldn't let my body get in sync with
his pulsations or I would surely shoot in Trixi's cunt.  I knew
it would drive her over the edge of her climax, but there would
be all hell to pay later.
     "Make your hole wider," Thor demanded as I neared climax.
     "Yes, sir."
     "Faster," Trixi demanded
     "Yes, mistress."
     "Put your whole body into the effort," Breta again demanded
by using her whip as a public address system.
     "Yes, mistress."
     I was going to shoot.  I clamped my eyes shut as tightly as
possible and tried to hold back.  I could feel Trixi climaxing on
the end of my dick.  Her hole was pulsating around me and
inviting my dick milk into her slit.  In my ass there was also a
sudden change.  I could feel Thor withdrawing from my hole at the
last moment before his eruption.  He was also a slave and could
not cum.
     I was on a cloud.  Could I come down safely.  Was it
possible to stop on the edge without filling Trixi's cunt with a
steady white stream.  The time seemed to stand still and I
thought I was loosing the battle.  Finally there was a decision
from the judges in the sky.  I held back.  I was finally able to
serve two women and a man without shooting my wad.  Glorious.

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