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- The foreskin pulled up like a wrapper on a gift, concealing the most vulnerable, sensitive part of his body. The dungeon air was chilly. The boy shivered in his binds. It could have been from cold and fear in equal measure. Fear, of course, was fully warranted. And once they began working on him in earnest, he would be sweating. He was relatively fresh, abducted from his native land a couple of weeks ago. Sadly no virgins had been available at this time. Nothing beat torturing an untouched boy for the first time. This one would have to do, though. And he would do nicely. He had a real nice body for someone so young: either he had been training for a warrior or then had worked in hard manual labor. With nasty grins, the ladies started to trail their hands, their fingers, their nails, all around the naked flesh of their beautiful victim. Caressing, stroking, squeezing, pinching. Enjoying his reactions. His shaved, muscular body tensed at their touch and he whimpered softly into his gag. Reesha ran her hand up the boy's thigh, raked her long nails across his smooth scrotum, then wrapped her fingers around his rock-hard cock. His breathing intensified as she squeezed the thick sex organ, sliding her hand up. Smiling, she peeled back the foreskin, and the boy twitched. He then went all rigid, breathing in whimpers, as she began to play with the exposed head with the fingertips and nails of her other hand. Supremely sensitive! After a while, she started to slowly stroke the oil-slick organ with both hands. The boy moaned. He did have the perfect cock! Long enough for two hands to wrap around the shaft and thick so that it filled them nicely. A large head that was very well shaped, inviting to explore its dimensions. Tonight the ladies would be exploring that beautiful cock very carefully. And very painfully! Those unforgiving restraints keeping him utterly helpless. He might not have been a virgin, and had already been enjoyed by dozens of ladies, his cock mouth and ass used and abused in abandon. But he had not been properly tortured yet. He did not know how profoundly his sexuality could be violated and assaulted. Tonight he would begin to learn. He was a in highly receptive state for such a lesson. As was usual with torture sessions, three kinds of Elixirs had been administered to him. The main kind to set up the state principal to the Art: a supreme sense of invasive arousal, mixed with a gripping sense of dread and much increased sensitivity everywhere in the body but especially in the erogenous zones. The second one, a variation of the first concoction, was there to increase penile sensitivity even Gynochair further (it was, after all, largely the penis through which the boy suffered for his owners: the center of his sexuality and therefore his soul). The third one, administered by rubbing it under his nostrils, was meant to keep him from passing out as the pain increasingly intensified. The boy was to feel in fullness whatever his mistresses intended for him. Overall, the Elixirs served to generate a state of great (albeit greatly disturbing) involuntary arousal and sensitivity and vulnerability, in which all treatment he received became nothing but torture. Both physical and spiritual. One purpose, though by far not the only one, of torture sessions was to make the boy fear them. He would do anything to not have to go through another, and so would serve to the best of his ability, even while enduring milder abuse. Gentler torment was still unpleasant, but preferable to the maximum pain and intensity of a proper session. The even greater purpose of a torture session, of course, was to provide MuÄenian noblewomen with lots of fun! And fun they were going to have. Deelah joined Reesha in toying with the boy's cock. Jointly, their fingers probed all around its sensitive contours as he twitched and whimpered, the Elixir perverting the normally pleasurable feelings. “What shall I wear?” Lucy asked. The flowers were a nice touch and she lifted them out of the box and smelled them, a fragrant mix of scents filled the air. We have come to enjoy ourselves in your predicament. That Monday I left to take the train to work, Bethany always left at the same time, she walked past me like I Gynochair wasn't there and carried on to the stairs. “But it's so hot,” Amelia purred. They laughed conspiratorially. She was so much happier with Marvin and staying at his home than she could have ever imagined. You are nothing more than a possession now." When he was ready to cum, he pushed in as deep as the shoelace around his balls would allow. I could sense this was something that hurt her to talk about so I didn’t force her on. Did it feel like my vagina was softly pulsing all around his dick? “No, I mean like this. Maybe you could help me?" Sue smiled and stared at my eyes. “Well…fuck me…” Paul laughed, looking down at Leah.
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