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I want to cum, too!

The brunette ferociously humping me suddenly broke out into a spasm of cum-screams, her head rolling, flinging her canopy of ebony silk hair around her snow-white shoulders, her voluminous breasts leaping and bouncing, her fingernails raking red lines across my chest. My weak, frail resistance crumbled, yielding to the destiny Big Dick has condemned all of us to. I lost all my will to resist the lure of her pussy sucking in my cock, weary from the strain and struggle to avoid an orgasm. My pent-up cum fire-hosed up into the brunette’s squeezing pussy.

“Yeah! Yeah,” she shrieked. “Cum for me, big boy. Cum in my pussy! That’s it. AUNGH! M-M-MUNGH!”

We all belonged in the psychiatric ward of this hospital. We were insane puppets, maniacs jerking and twitching from the tug of invisible sex-strings wielded by Big Dick.

Our seizure subsided. Kuwatsutu dropped his perspiring, heavy nakedness on top of Nadia, moaning with contentment. The brunette fell forward against my chest, her legs askew on mine, her teeth passionately nipping at my chest. Her forearms were tucked under my shoulders, her hands gripping them, her fingers leisurely flexing, gouging her sharp fingernails into my skin.

The room fell silent except for the quartet of gasping, panting breaths as we all struggled to recover from the physical ordeal of our rampant passion.

The other four nurses had left, and were in the hallway, furiously arguing about which of us four participants had cum first. How could I blame them? It seemed to be the only relevant event in our fantastic new world.

The brunette stirred on top of me, slowly, languorously stretching and cuddling, caressing my legs with hers. She moaned softly, murmuring words I could barely hear.

“Tomorrow,” she whispered. “Tomorrow I will be yours to punish for your revenge.” She tenderly kissed the red fingernail scrapes she had gouged on my chest. “Do not forget me. Do not forget what I did to you. Please, promise me you will take your merciless revenge on my defenseless body tomorrow.”
Chapter Nine

Cheerleader’s Sport

I must have blacked out from exhaustion while the spider robot was bringing me to—uh—wherever this place is. When I woke and saw how I was immobilized, I wished I hadn’t awakened. I lay on my back on an upward curving bench, stretched taut, my hips forced up at the center of the bench, positioned at the top of the curve. I could feel my wrists and ankles strapped tight to the downward curved head and foot of the bench. I felt more tight straps restraining my belly and upper thighs, making certain in my vulnerable nakedness that I wouldn’t be able to move or escape whatever painful cruelty amuses my tormenters.

What a fiendishly creative imagination Big Dick has. I saw the intricate and menacing instrument hanging from the ceiling exactly positioned a foot above my cock. It was a gleaming, cylinder-shaped cage made of wire, about six inches in diameter and eight inches long. The dim, orange light of the hanging lamps glittered on its polished metal, making the horizontal circles of thick wire appear like the fiendish grins of demons. It was fastened to a thin, tiny-linked chain that stretched upwards and was wrapped around a motorized axle high in the ceiling of the flesh-color-painted concrete chamber. An electric power wire dangled down to the side, and connected to an electrical control box attached to the side of my bench. The box had a high-voltage meter, a voltage-control knob, and a row of red push buttons. I guessed each button was connected to a wire that would send a surge of electricity into one of the horizontal circles of wire that each had six electrode needles, spring mounted so they could flex to slope upward as the cage was lowed around my cock. Even if I tried to pull my cock down to escape the electric shocks (which I could not), the angle of the needles would force them into the delicate flesh of my manhood. The six needles on each wire circle were evenly spaced all around the inside of the cage, pointing inward toward whatever would be held captive inside. Mounted at the bottom and outside the cage was a pair of flexible, jointed rod mechanisms each holding a triangle frame with three adjustable electric jaws. Each triplet of jaws were arranged like the corners of a three-sided pyramid and pointed inward, looking as if each triplet was sadistically positioned to lock one of my balls in their merciless grip.

From its position and its size, it was obvious the cage was designed for the exclusive purpose of holding a man’s cock and balls captive to torture them. A very thin leather strap inside the bottom of the cage was just long enough to be buckled around the base of my cock and scrotum, fastening the cage around my captive cock. Another clamp at the top would stretch my already full erection upward, guaranteeing there would be no escape for my imprisoned manhood when those prods jabbed against the most tender, sensitive skin a man has. Soon, some girl would switch on the electricity, bring their menace to life, and begin playing their tune of torment on this diabolical flesh-flute.

When I struggled like a panicky fool against the straps, my slight, ineffective exertion only made my vertical cock wiggle and sway, foolishly calling attention to itself, beckoning to the cage, inviting it to descend around my organ and play some sex-crazed girl’s sadistic game.

The cell’s steel-barred door stood wide open, extending out into the long, dim corridor, welcoming the next female passer-by to come in and have some naughty fun with my unprotected manhood. The nearby, loud and anguished howls of male voices from other cells were an alluring enticement that newly-arrived girls wouldn’t ignore. I could sense that our agonized male voices were an irresistible invitation to participate in the cruel fun.

It was so easy for them. A girl could act out all her vicious anger, frustration and fiendish fantasies on a thousand naked, helpless male bodies provided by Big Dick. Every punishment cell was stocked with all kinds of whips, crops, floggers, and the cruelest devices Big Dick’s perverted genius could imagine and manufacture. It wasn’t a question of
if
a girl would come to my cell, only a question of when, and how many. I didn’t have to wait long to discover that answer.

Almost by magic, a young, college-age girl stood in the doorway, one hand clasping one of the steel bars of the open door, the other fondling one of her pert breasts. She wore the number F-1206, and looked like one of the newest and youngest arrivals at the facility. She didn’t display the least bit of modesty or shame. Her petite, slim body stood naked in the doorway, one leg raised slightly, bent at the knee as she rubbed her thighs together. The girl grinned at the spectacle of my naked bondage and swept her glittering eyes over my unprotected body. “O-o-oh!” She clasped her hands together. “Now I can get even for those horrible things that other man did to me this morning.”

Even in this dim light, I could see the tangle of crimson whip marks woven across her breasts, belly and thighs. The brass bell attached to her collar tinkled as she padded into the room on her bare feet, stepped up on the stool beside my bench, and stood next to me. I closed my eyes and moaned as her hand slid excitedly back and forth across the vulnerable nakedness of my upraised belly. I heard her giggle. “You’re Doctor Trent, aren’t you? I recognized you from your photo in the welcome brochure. My name’s Molly, Molly Fuckmistress. She put her hand to her mouth and giggled. “No, that’s not my real name—the men named me that soon after they started fucking me and saw how much I enjoyed it.” She looked down at her body and touched her number. “But with this number tattooed on my belly, who needs real names?” She stepped up on the stool next to my bench and leered at me. “Wow, Doctor Trent, your gorgeous body is all stretched out, strapped down tight, and oh, so gorgeously defenseless.” Molly reached out and curled her fingers around my quivering genitals, one hand for my cock, the other for my balls. “Oh, look!” she squealed with a giggle. “You are so sporting and thoughtful to offer me your naked and easily hurt toy so I can play cruel games with it. Oh-h-h-h! your poor cock is trembling. I bet it’s terribly afraid of what I’m going to do to it.” She glanced up at the cock-cage hanging from the ceiling. Her fiendish eyes glittered with delight. “Golly, look at that shiny metal gadget—isn’t that cock-cage beautiful?” She giggled again and clapped her hands. “I can hurt your man-thing really awful with it.”

Her eyes widened as she gazed at my crotch. Her elfin lips widened into a wicked grin. “I’ll bet when that awful cage thingy is strapped around your cock, You’re going to make me really happy while I make you scream and howl.” She reached up and stroked the gleaming cage with the fingertips of one hand, while her other hand massaged her pussy. It’s going to be a real fun toy me to play with. I bet watching you struggle and beg me to stop will make me cum—lots of times.” She fingered the wires. “Wow! What’s this? These wires are connected to the black box…hum…electric shock, huh?” She leaned over me and fondled my balls again. “Ooo, these will be connected to the cage, too. Big Dick told me what to do to you. We can’t disappoint him, can we?”

She bent over my manhood, lifting it, caressing and kissing its tip The hot, pink tip of her tongue swished back and forth against the bottom of my cock head, the most sensitive and sexually acute part of a man’s fancy. Her sensual cunning was overwhelming. I clenched my eyes shut and gritted my teeth, frantic to avoid getting an erection, but this sweet, lovely girl, beautifully naked, with her fingertips dancing up and down the length of my manhood while her waltzing tongue forced my cock into betraying me into a splendid, iron-hard erection a man would be proud to flaunt. But I knew her sensual domination was not to prepare me for fucking, only a prelude to agony.

“Oh, yummy! Just look at that cock, just begging to be tortured!” Molly breathed a gleeful sigh. She pressed a button on the panel, activating the small electric winch that lowered the cage down around my cock. I shuddered as I felt the sharp tips of the needles scrape along the length of my erection. As she leaned over me and strapped the gleaming metal device tight around the base of my cock her protruding breasts nudged against my side. Then she attached the top clamp to grip the groove just behind the bulbed tip of my manhood. Flipping a tiny lever, she drew upward the top clamp, stretching my cock even longer. With a malicious movement, the half-dozen circles of electric needless bowed inward against my cock, jabbing slightly into my skin, surrounding my manhood all along its length. Then Molly adjusted the pairs of clamps extending below the cage to trap my balls. “O-o-o-h, this is
really
going to be FUN!” She wiggled the cage to test its firm grip and her smile widened with satisfaction. “You’re not going to get this loose and spoil my fun, Doctor Trent.”

Molly straightened up and grinned at my pale face. She nodded toward the corridor outside. “Gee, Doctor Trent, just listen to all those men hollering and screaming in the other cells! Ain’t it hilarious to know that the girls are having lots of fun tormenting you poor defenseless men?” She caressed my cheek as her freckled face hovered over mine, and her sumptuous lips widened in a mock smile. “I betcha I can make you holler louder and longer than all those other men.”

Molly lifted her head, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip as her hands slid up and down my belly and out over my hips. She sucked in a deep breath when her fingers skated down between my widespread, shivering thighs, feeling the trembling muscles in my legs straining against the thick straps. “I’m real glad you’re strapped down on this bench so you can’t move. ‘Cause pretty soon you’re going to be really mad at me.” A dark, wicked grin spread across her face, “I mean, really
really
mad at me!”

Molly’s thumb and finger teased and tugged at my cock hairs. “Shall we get started? Damn! I can’t wait to see how bad I can hurt your cock and balls. How loud I can make you yell…how about you?” She giggled again and reached for the control buttons along the edge of the bench. “Hum, I don’t know what pushing these buttons will do to you, but I’m dying to find out.” She turned the voltage control knob and gazed in fascination as the gage’s needle climbed up past the numbers on the scale into the red zone. “Golly, that dial says this is really going to hurt you!” Without raising her head she rolled her eyes sideways to look mischievously into mine. “I was a cheerleader at the university, Doctor Trent. I got all “A’s” from my professors, and I didn’t even have to go to those boring, stuffy classes, or study. I earned my “A’s” by giving them private performances of my most intimate cheerleading tricks, bouncing on top of their man-things in their beds, or sucking the cum out of them.” She frowned and her eyes narrowed to slits. “But I sure ain’t gonna’ give you something to cheer about.”

I shuddered as the fingertips of her other hand skated up and down the insides of my widespread thighs again, her hands hungry to feel my muscles convulse when she pushed the buttons. “I’m going to have lots and lots of jolly fun hurting you bad, Doctor Trent.” Her eyes were wide and mesmerized; her voice was filled with triumph and glee. “And there ain’t no way you can protect your poor captive cock. There ain’t nuthin’ you can do to stop the pain!” Her giggle was almost hysterical.

Suspended from the dark ceiling above my hips, the red indicator light of Big Dick’s camera pod gleamed and his glowing green eyes brightened as they leered down at my unprotected nakedness. His voice whispered in my head.
“I’m going to enjoy this, M-0001. My carnal sensors are tuned into the girl’s feelings. She won’t stop hurting you until your cries and struggles finally arouse her to several orgasms.”

“Glad to oblige,” I groaned in reply. “AUGH!” The girl pressed half a dozen red buttons. An electric demon clawed at my balls, and fire raged along the length of my cock. “Damn you, bitch! That hur...A-A-A-A-YUGH! YAUGH!” My stomach muscles convulsed and the muscles in my arms and legs corded with the effort to break free. It was useless, I couldn’t move or escape. The fiendish cage around my cock shook and wobbled violently with my struggles, but it still held tight to my traumatized manhood.

“That holler was loud, Doctor Trent, but I want to hear you holler louder.” She twisted the voltage knob as far as it would go.

“YA-A-AUGH! Stop! Don’t!” The muscles in my body strained in the hopeless attempt to escape. I threw my head from side to side, flinging tears from my closed eyes. “Please, don’t do...AG-G-G-GH! N-N-N-NGH!” I clenched my teeth so hard I thought I would break them.

“That’s better, Doctor Trent, but you still have a long way to go.” She giggled and pressed the buttons again.

“NAUG-G-G-GAH! Oh please...” I gasped for air, my chest heaving.

“Gee, Doctor Trent, just think. If Big Dick hadn’t made us all naked slaves in chains, I could never enjoy hurting all the men’s beautiful cocks, and then taking my turn getting hurt and being fucked. Being a naked captive, strapped down, men hurting me makes me
so
horny.” She stared up at Big Dick’s electronic eye pod with a wild, deranged look in her lust-smoldering eyes. “After this game, I really want Big Dick’s robots to strap my naked body to this bench and have him make you hurt me, Doctor Trent, real bad, for hours and hours, and then fuck me all night.”

Big Dick’s electronic voice whispered in the air above us. “Agreed, F-2106. I’ll grant your wish and force M-0001 to abuse you for my amusement. I’ll enjoy listening to the music of your frantic screams, then you will both amuse me with the shrieks and moans of your many orgasms.”

I lost count of how many times I passed out from pain and exhaustion. Then I awoke at last to see that devilish cage removed, and dangling high above me. Molly was standing beside my hips, bent over with her head lying on its side on my thigh. Her face glowed with a dreamy, contented expression; her lips parted in a blissful smile. Her blue eyes stared off into the distance as her fingers toyed gently with my aching cock, teasing, caressing, massaging and hugging it while her other hand stroked her pussy. She was softly humming some tune, probably her college team’s victory song.

“Oh, gee, Doctor Trent. I’m glad you’re awake again. I bet you’re really mad at me, aren’t you?” There was actually a hint of hope in her voice.

“No. I’m mad at Big Dick,” I said with a groan. “I know he forces you to hurt us. I don’t blame you.”

Her expression changed into genuine disappointment. “Does that mean you aren’t going to hurt
me
and make
me
scream?” She pouted and wiggled my sore cock. “I mean, after I hurt your man thing so bad for two hours, I thought you couldn’t wait to get even. Maybe I should hurt it some more. This time, I will hurt you just because
I
want to, not because Big Dick made me.”

“No, no! Please don’t punish me anymore. If you really want me to hurt you, I’ll do it just to keep Big Dick from doing worse things to both of us.

“Oh, good!” Molly said with a beaming smile. “Now are you really mad at me?”

“Just let me loose, you cute little demon, and I’ll show you!”

“Then you will do awful things to hurt my body?” her face beamed again. “Big Dick’s robots are really vicious when they torment us, but they have no feelings and can’t understand how much they are hurting us. That’s why I like men to punish me. It’s fun, because I know how much you must enjoy hurting me. I love to see you faces you torment me. Your cocks look so-o-o-o beautiful as they swell up so big and hard when you whip me.”

“In a little while,” I said. “But for right now, I just want to lie here, strapped down and helpless, while you fondle my cock. It feels so strangely wonderful to be utterly defenseless while you caress my cock.”

“I’ll make you cum, Doctor Trent. I like to see that sticky white stuff squirt up in my face. I like to smell it, and taste it, too. It makes me horny.” She took a bottle of silky-smooth oil from a shelf under the bench and poured a bit onto both her hands, then wrapped one hand’s fingers around my cock. They began a slow, twisting, snaky crawl up and down its length. Her other hand hovered just above my penis, her extended fingertips rotating cunningly around the ridge of my cockhead. I shivered with the exhilaration.

“Does this feel good, Doctor Trent?”

“Feel good?” I gasped with a grunt. “It feels like paradise!”

“See, Doctor Trent, how wonderful sex is just after you’ve been hurt so bad? I love watching a man’s body get excited. I love listening to his sexy moans when I pleasure his cock after I hurt it real bad.”

With one hand she stroked my cock, too slow to bring me to orgasm, but it felt so wonderful after all the pain.

“I like to make a man wait,” she said with a giggle. “I want him to understand I’m setting the pace. That
I
have the power to choose when I feel like letting him cum—or not!”

Molly cradled my balls in the palm of her other hand, flexing her fingers to roll my balls around in my scrotum like a bag of big marbles. “Ooo, I love playing with a man’s cock and balls,” she whispered to herself. “ ‘Specially when they’re so frantic to get inside my pussy. Damn, they get so big and hard.” Her eyes misted over. “They’re so luscious—I just
have
to hurt them—I have to.” She sighed and casually drifted her fingertip in teasing circles around the bulb of my cock-head.

I felt my blood thumping through my veins, energizing its rhythmic twitching. That lust-demon in the pit of my stomach passed from restlessness into mayhem, howling in my brain like a starving beast, crying out for a pretty girl’s pussy. The taunting touch of Molly’s fingers on my cock and balls drove me up and up a steepening slope of physical madness. What would she do when I reached the edge? I could only guess.

Molly’s voice was soft and inviting, no trace of scorn in her tone. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes, more than anything else in the world.”

“If I let you, will you still respect me in the morning?” Her giggle accelerated into laughter. I couldn’t help myself, I laughed, too.

Molly hugged my hips, lightly pecking a kiss on my uplifted cock. She dashed to a cupboard on the far wall, yanked open the door and reached up on her toes to the top shelf. There she took down a white Stetson cowgirl hat and shoved it down on her head. “Hum,” she said as she clambered up on the bench and positioned her pussy above my yearning manhood. “Humping your cock will be even more fun than hurting it.” She lowered her torso down on me, slipping my cock into her hot, juicy sex toy.

Molly began lifting her hips and slamming back down on me, hooting and hollering, gripping a fold of my belly’s skin and waving her other arm in the air above her. “Ride ‘em cowgirl!” she shrieked. She was such a child in a woman’s body. It amazed me how wild and violently she fucked, swaying her body left and right, nodding and shaking her head, pounding her crotch against my hips with a speed and ferocity I had never experienced before. She alternated between biting her lower lip and quick gasps for air, her eyes opened wide, glazed over with a touch of lunacy, staring down at my captive body in some awestruck sexual madness. We moaned and cried out in mutual orgasms—this was like some weird and wonderful dream. I don’t remember how many times Molly made me cum.

Out in the corridor, from other cells located along its dark, endless length, I could hear the other men and girls enduring their turn being strapped down tormented. The shrieks of anguish were mixed with the cries of orgasm, and I couldn’t tell which were which.

Those strange, tantalizing thoughts began spinning in my mind for the hundredth time since Big Dick enslaved us. Maybe Big Dick was right! Maybe in his sexually obsessive, perverted mind, he discovered what we humans rarely realize. Only by being enslaved and persuaded by force can we understand. Maybe nature formed our bodies and minds so we are happiest when we are captive, kept like caged animals, naked, abused, and forced to fuck every day and night. The scientist in me tried to make sense of this. Our physical bodies outweigh our brains by fifty-five times. Even then, the animal, sensual, feeling parts of our brains take up most of our skulls, and trigger enzymes that dominate our rational mind. Perhaps our intelligence is just to provide us with the cunning to enslave, abuse, and fuck each other in bondage. It sounded like twisted logic, but we were certainly proving it true.

I wonder how many people in the boring, everyday world yearn for a life of wanton carnality and dream about experiencing the thrills and spine-chilling anxiety of naked captivity. It’s such a tragedy when they can’t find each other; when they are too inhibited and embarrassed to reveal their carnal dreams and longings to each other. Here in Big Dick’s sex-prison, perhaps we are more free, even happier than those people who think their personal freedom is most important, but cannot figure out why they are so frustrated and unhappy. Perhaps.