Dating App Victim

Her sister joined us and I was stripped and strapped down to the couch. ‘Our client’s instructions also cover what happens next’, one of them said preparing some wicked looking instruments on a tray.

A metal contraption was forced into my mouth until a rubber flange was lodged behind my teeth. A metal tongue pressed down on my own tongue preventing any movement. One of the women turned a wheel on the side and there was the clicking of a ratchet and despite my attempt to clamp my jaws closed they were forced relentlessly open. Eventually they wouldn’t open any further, but she seemed to know better. She turned the crank one more turn and there was an ominous crack from my jaw accompanied by an intense pain that suggested the hinge had dislocated. With my tongue held down my cry of pain was a whimper coupled with a lot of drool.

The other Tina placed a clear tube over each of my nipples and turned a machine on which made a whirring sound and I saw my nipples being sucked into the tubes. Over time both nipples became larger and larger.

I watched as she prepared a metal device but what its purpose was I didn’t know. I soon found out as she removed one tube with a “plop” and immediately gripped my enlarged nipple between the jaws of the device. The pain when she pressed a button was intense and when she took the device away a steel ring had been driven through the base of my left nipple and soon there was a matching one on my right nipple.

After spraying something cooling onto both nipples she moved the device to my head and as the other woman used a pair of pliers to grip my tongue and pull it as far out as she could Tina drove a metal stud through it and the pain was much worse that when my nipples were pierced. I could taste blood in my mouth which stopped when something was sprayed something onto my tongue and then onto each nipple.

Things were about to get a whole lot worse as one of the sisters held up a clear plastic tube about 5cm in diameter.

‘You will help yourself if you swallow as this is fed down your throat’, she said, adding, ‘if you don’t it will be extremely painful!’ I gagged as the plastic hit the back of my throat but as I swallowed it seemed to slip down my throat. Eventually she stopped feeding it into my mouth. ‘That’s now in your stomach!’ she declared.

A large syringe was held in front of my face; ‘our client has specified this mixture’, the woman holding the syringe said. She applied the nozzle to the pipe and I watched helplessly as the grey material was forced down the tube. Several more full syringes followed.

She wasn’t finished because copious amounts of water was then poured down the tube and I thought I was going to drown. I could see my stomach bulging.

Eventually the tube was painfully removed and the crank on the gag opened to allow the contraption to be pulled from my mouth. Even with it out of my mouth I couldn’t move my jaw.

Without warning a syringe was jabbed into the base of my cock and I realised that injection was Viagra. Once my cock hardened one of the women gripped my cock and squeezed the urethra open whilst the other held a metal device over the slit.

I cried out in pain as it was driven down the inside of the shaft without the benefit of lubrication. That pain was nothing compared to the pain created when it was pulled out. When I looked down I saw it was covered in blood.

Three more times it was forced inside my cock before being replaced by a much wider rubber device. One of the women said; ‘your piss slit is now sealed matching your rectum which of course means no relief from what is in your stomach!’

‘There is one more ring to install’, one of them said picking up the metal device once more. One of them held my cock whilst the other drove a ring though the head. More spray stopped any bleeding. A thin chain joined the newly installed ring to the two on my nipples forming a metal triangle that had no slack in it. Fortunately the Viagra would ensure my cock stayed hard – but for how long!

The straps securing me were removed and I was allowed to stand, the pain in my stomach made it difficult.